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The angels haven't left yet. Why would they leave?

They were having ever so much fun here.

Silly humans and their silly weapons.

[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 Friday

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When would the silly humans learn that their puny weapons were futile against the much stronger angels?

Hopefully not soon.

It was oh so fun to play.

[If you want to futilely attempt to destroy a statue? It is right there. Just waiting for you. Go ahead. Try it. Go here to ask someone to NPC for you or to give me pretty, pretty icons.]

Luke's Diner, March 14 (Friday)

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The diner's front door was unlocked, and there was a buffet cart with toast, mashed potatoes, bacon, salad, and soup by the counter, as well as several carafes of coffee.

A hand-scrawled sign on the cash register read: BRB, KICKING STATUES. FOOD FREE.

Actually, Yitzhak had locked himself into the storeroom and didn't plan to come out for a while. Last night he'd had a dream where one of those statues turned into Hedwig and sent him back to a time before glitter makeup. Would you come out of hiding after trauma like that?

Luke's is open. Unless you're an angel statue. Then you're -- well, it's not like the manager's here to stop you, is it?

[OOC: No OCD, mod away, buried in projects gaaaaaaaaah.]

Pizza Planet, Friday 3/14

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Tom was trying very hard to not fall asleep at the counter. He'd hardly slept last night, though he was glad for Makoto's company. Today, he was armed with a massive cup of coffee and a fridge full of energy drinks, as he was by himself- Jen had let him know she wasn't going to be in today or tomorrow. He'd also planned on having the restaurant open for a safe place again tonight. Lynette wasn't happy when he called her to tell her this, but she understood.

He was also being harrassed by tiny rats in pirate costumes, of all things. They waved swords at him and squeaked incessantly. They seemed to be sated when he offered them a slice of pizza to split, but he had a feeling more would come later. Tom half wondered if he was hallucinating them, but this, really, was no stranger than people being sent back in time by angel statues, or melting giraffes, or Sky turning into a ball of light-

It was going to be a loooong next couple of days.

The menu board was up.

Today's Special:
There are no specials. Mr. Tom is too tired.

PIZZA PLANET IS OPEN AS A SAFE PLACE!
Free pizza to anybody who stops in after dark- order it, make it yourself, or let Mr. Tom teach you (if he's awake)!
Free arcade games!

[Please wait for OCD. It's up. Have fun!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday 3/14

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Apu was standing outside the store. That was strange. “Good morning, Apu,” G’Kar greeted. “Is there a reason you are outside?”

Apu nodded. “Sora didn’t show up for his shift this morning. I keep popping out to see if he is coming, running late maybe.” He shook his head, “But I haven't seen him.”

G’Kar frowned. If Sora hadn’t shown up yet, that could mean... “It is possible that he was taken, Apu.” Another one for G’Kar to worry after. Even if he hadn’t yet met the young man. He’d rectify that once they brought him home. And all the others. “I will help you with store today Apu.”

“Thank you, Mr. G’Kar. I don’t want any angel statues to come eat me. Not to mention the rats.”

"Rats?"

*squeak!* A rat in a horribly tacky pirate costume poked its nose out the door before dashing back into the store.

G'Kar and Apu exchanged A Look. Like there wasn't enough going on today...

Today’s squishy flavors: Fightin’ Red, Missing Green and Purple Confusion

hey; the squishybot can totally have its own opinion on the goings on, can’t it? :D

(and yes - I went back and added the rats, what of it? *phbt*)

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [3/14]

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There was a high-pitched shrieking sound coming from the kitchen, and then a few seconds later, Gunther came running out of the kitchen, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Mary didn't hesitate. She retrieved her gun from the front desk safe and burst into the kitchen to confront the... rats? No, not just rats. There were rats in pirate garb, and they were trying to make off with a platter of grilled cheese sandwiches while the sous chef was trying to fight them off with a broom. Of course, one look at Mary waving a gun at them and the pi-rats fled. "Thank goodness for that," said Mary. "I forgot that the gun wasn't loaded."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
All You Can Eat Comfort Foods Buffet

[OOC: No I didn't forget. I just forgot that I was working the morning shift and didn't have enough time to post this earlier. The Arms is a safehouse for anyone wanting to sleep without fear of angels. ETA: There will be a separate post going up for the evening.]

The Causeway, Friday Evening

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It was simple. It was elegant. It was absolutely BRILLIANTLY GENIUS in its simple elegance, and Sokka kicked himself for not having thought of it before.

(Okay, he kicked himself in the leg because he tripped over that rock, there, but METAPHORICALLY it was because he hadn't thought of the idea sooner.)

The causeway brought people from anywhere, and anyWHEN, and took them back home again. He'd PERSONALLY witnessed it whisk Evie back to 1915 London. So why couldn't the causeway take him to the abducted people so he could rescue them? It was so obvious it just HAD to work.

...Of course, an intelligent observer might note, if he'd actually EXPECTED it to work, he wouldn't have headed out there alone.

After his fourth or fifth trip to mainland Alexandria, he headed back to the Fandom end of the causeway and started kicking it and screaming. "YOU STUPID, STUPID, STUPID ROAD!!! I want to go to CAIRO!!! 1923!!! Is that REALLY so HARD?!?!?!?!"

He started picking up rocks and chunks of asphalt from the side of the road and chucking them down the causeway as hard as he could, yelling wordlessly the whole time.

[Mainly for me, because I'm in a weird sort of mood, but open like a stretch of open road for anyone who's a-wanderin' by.]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

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Jolee was eating cake at the bar. He'd stayed away from the whole disappearing people thus far and he was content to continue that. And if continuing that meant eating cake, well, he'd happily pay that price.

That's when some pi-rats marched across the bar to protest the choice of cake and not, say, pie, by rambling off numbers. Jolee flung them across the room with the Force and went on with his cake eating.

[OOC: I have cake. I may be slow, but not due to cake.]

Fandom mail service: Friday, March 14, 2008

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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!]

Book Haven - Friday Morning

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He had places to go and a boyfriend to find, and as such he left a ( note )

and a bag of lunch (sour and spiced beef with potatoes and carrots).

[no ocd!]