Around Fandom - All Day Thursday

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These are possibly the tackiest things in existence.

No, don't blink when you say that.  The angels get grumpy when they hear things.

But they're just statues, right?  No need to worry. 

Just stone statues...

[OOC: For today's abductees. Please title your comment with the time of day you want. Go here to ask someone to NPC for you or to give me pretty, pretty icons. For broadcast!]

Around Fandom - All Day Thursday

[fh-fillers.livejournal.com]

Mean peoples wanted to hurt the angels. 

The angels knew this.

They were ready.

They were...STONE.


[OOC:  Shhh, I'm tired.  This is, in fact, the post of epic fail.  If you want to futilely attempt to destroy a statue?  It is right there.  Just waiting for you.  Go ahead.  Try it.

Oh yes, and if you need an angel to fight (don't we all?), do ping here for a fine feathered friend to find you.]

The end of the causeway: Wednesday later afternoon

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet had her back to the carpark, because she was staring across the causeway at the angel statue which was staring back at her. She knew damned well it hadn't been there before.

A noise caught her attention, a splash of water under the causeway, and she glanced away for the briefest of seconds.

When she looked back, it was gone.

[ooc: for one, plz -- and I guess Harriet's just too old to be much of a meal!]

Safehouse: Book Haven: Thursday [3-13-08]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie had heard the news and put up a sign that the bookstore was open for use as a safehouse for any who had need. She was very worried about Lana and the others who had gone missing.

That Show of Robin's That Remains Nameless [Afternoon]

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"This be th' one, th' only, th' unaffected-by-ridiculous statuary, Barbossa!" he said into the microphone, spinning in a circle on his chair between bites of apple. "Since Haunches seems t' have disappeared, I be takin' her spot fer the afternoon. Call in fer advice, requests o' sappy, terrible songs--angel themes be most appropriate--'n anything else ye be wantin' t' talk t' me about."

He leaned over and pressed play on "All By Myself."

Barbossa wasn't overly concerned with being polite.

Angel - Kelly Clarkson

Groovy Tunes, Thursday, 3/13

[meetingsnoopy.livejournal.com]

The news about the angels had freaked Melody out, but Groovy Tunes was still open because she couldn't imagine not going to work. A sign in the window warned, "ANGELS KEEP OUT! SAFEHOUSE SLUMBER PARTY HERE TONIGHT."

On the store stereo: Cowboy Junkies.

Luke's Diner, March 13 (Thursday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

So Yitzhak had been contemplating an attempted staring contest with those tacky angel statues, or maybe covering one of them with sequins, but it kind of seemed like a futile gesture in the end. The staring, anyway. The sequins . . . well, he just couldn't be bothered to care that much about a statue's fashion sense. And then he'd heard the radio announcement yesterday and -- very much no.

On top of all that, all of his staff had stayed home today because of the announcement, which made Yitzhak even more sullen than usual, which meant that his already incredibly shaky cooking skills had quite possibly crossed the line into flat-out biohazardous.

If you came into the diner today, all you'd get was coffee. And toast. And maybe instant mashed potatoes. And for that, you'd get a dish of butter pats, hot water, a bowl, and a packet of flakes. Honestly, it was probably better that way.

Luke's is, to put it very, very generously, open.

[OOC: And no OCD today! ZOMG!]

Pizza Planet, Thursday

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

Makoto hadn’t been certain about coming into work today, but after a bit of debating with himself, he decided to go for it. Might as well, right? It had, admittedly, taken him quite a while longer than normal to get to work—he’d been assiduous about avoiding the statues.

Doubting that it’d be busy today—how many people would be buying pizza in the midst of a crisis?—Makoto didn’t bother setting up a special.

Pizza Planet is Open.

Pixie Dust, all day

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Wyatt had orbed Isabel down to the store so she could avoid the angels. After the previous week, he wasn't going to let her take any chances and to be honest, Isabel agreed with him. She'd brought her laptop, since she planned on doing some research and her phone so she could call and check up on people.

Pixie Dust was open, even if she was a bit distracted.

( Cut for image )

Turtle and Canary, Thursday (3/13)

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

For the second time in as many days, Sokka dashed into the store and held the door shut against the angelic threat while he caught his breath. "THEY ARE OUT TO GET ME!!!" he told Apu, in a calm, even, reasonable (*snerk*) voice.

The statues had gotten Mel. And Deadpool. ...And also other people who probably couldn't handle themselves in a fight, yeah. But Mel. And all he had was a sledgehammer, which didn't seem to help much. And a letter addressed to him laying on the counter. ...Wait, what???

He read the letter, and felt a little better. He'd done something stupid like attacking a statue, so now she HAD to come back, so she could kick his butt. Shut up. It made sense!

But there were still angels to stop, and violence, he was sorry to admit, didn't seem to be the answer. ...Although maybe bigger violence, with explosions, might help... No. It was time to do that OTHER thing he did well, and use his brain.

In his best Galaxy Quest captain's voice, he announced, "Mister Apu, you have the bridge," and turned and left. It was library time.


Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Grape DOOOOM, Angel Food Cake

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [3/13]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary's heart was still racing from her early morning encounter with one of the angel statues. She stashed her gun in the safe at the front desk, then told Gunther that she wanted an all-day breakfast buffet. After all, she promised Mike that there would be pancakes.

Welcome to The Arms Hotel!
All-Day Breakfast Buffet Today

Safehouse available here

Town Meeting, Town Hall, Town Evening

[bigdamnprincipal]

Across the town, the school, and the dorms, fliers had been put up to inform everyone of a town meeting taking place tonight (with a bold, capitalized note at the bottom warning everyone to be careful getting to the town hall). Zoe waited for as many people as possible to arrive and get settled before she got up and addressed the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice tonight," she said. "We wanted to get everyone together to share some new information that was found today. Our researchers have found some possible evidence concerning the angels, and some of the people who have gone missing." She picked up the notes she'd been given, and read what the researchers had found.

"As much as I don't want to do this, I need to ask for volunteers," she continued. "We need people to go and get this information, or to talk to these folks, so we can figure out how to stop the angels, and get everyone back. I won't turn away students who want to help, but you're going to be sent with adults to make sure all of you come back in one piece. If you want to stay here, that's perfectly fine. I want to remind all of you that there are safehouses being set up throughout town, to make sure that no one has to be alone right now. Travel in numbers, and always look around you. If you do that, you'll stay safe. I'll be here to answer any questions, and to take the names of those who want to volunteer. The floor is open for anyone who has something else they'd like to say."

[OCD is up! If you're on one of the away teams, you can handwave coming to the meeting and volunteering, if you want.]

Fandom mail service: Thursday, March 13, 2008

[fh-fillers.livejournal.com]

The glow from the Sorting Engine was blinding as it searched through time and space, using its quantum and its perfect Pi of three to fetch the mail.

There were letters from long ago, letters that were meant to be here, in Fandom, today, and the Sorting Engine reached out and gathered them all in.

They fluttered gently into the sorting trays, to be tucked away into the mail bags, destined to be delivered all over the island.

[ooc: Senders - please put the recipients name in the subject line of the comment, and the date the letter was sent, if you like. The letter can either go in that comment, or you can just put a link to it.

Recipients: feel free to either react here, or just put a link to the comment in your reaction post.

Remember! Letters may only be sent by the victims after they've been angelled!]

Caritas [Thursday evening]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

After the town meeting, Aravis had decided she needed a drink.

Of course, tonight would be the night that that drunk woman from the radio didn't show up to her stupid job. And that ineffective young man had taken one look at the blade sheathed at her hip and headed into the back. Stupid boy.

Aravis wasn't entirely certain how it happened -- stubbornness, anger at Tino, a need to get her mind off things -- but she ended up behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of wine.

She could man the bar tonight. Pity on anyone who wanted anything particularly complicated to drink.

[...I couldn't resist. :D]

Pizza Planet, Late Thursday evening-night

[tomthepizzaman.livejournal.com]

Tom had decided to stay on the island all night and offer his restaurant as a safe haven. He couldn't just leave and go home, knowing that the students here were in danger, and thought that perhaps what he had planned would be a welcome distraction for anyone who wanted to stop in.

First, however, he had to ( tell the wife this. )

He hung up and went to get everything ready. After much swearing and checking of manuals, he figured out how to set some of the arcade machines to free play, hanging up signs on each one to indicate as much. He then got the menu board, wrote some things on it, and set it back up in front of the door.

PIZZA PLANET IS OPEN AS A SAFE PLACE!
Free pizza to anybody who stops in- order it, make it yourself, or let Mr. Tom teach you!
Free arcade games!

[Please wait for some minor OCD. It's up, have fun! Feel free to make your own subthreads for interaction if needed.]