Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo had a baseball bat, a scraped knee, torn jeans, and a dozen or so bloody cuts and bruises by the time she made it into work with a wildly beeping and upset (but entirely unblemished, if a little unsanitary) Clocky on her heels.

"Stupid frikkin' island with its stupid invasions and its -- %*#)@&^%_@!! SONOFA @&*(^%@(!@#&%, WHERE DID THOSE THINGS COME FROM?"

Clocky let out a mournful, unsure trill and rolled behind the counter, where Katchoo cleaned off the (ew ew gaaaaaaaaaaah) harpy-poo once she'd gotten her own cuts cleaned up and bandaged. See? She was actually nice to it once in a while.

The real question, of course, was how Katchoo had managed to get out of that harpy attack in the end.

The answer was simple: the harpy had started cursing at her. She'd cursed back.

[OOC: Pah, OCD, pah! Who needs you? There are harpies out there. But the post is still, of course, open.]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

Toby rushed into Pixie Dust, slamming the door behind him. Customers were lucky he was moving too quickly to bother with the lock as he threw himself behind the counter.

There were shrieking flying monsters outside throwing shit at him from the sky! Not cool!

So not cool!

Toby would be here, behind the counter until he got brave or someone rescued him. Either way he had alcohol, Ritz crackers, and cashmere. Life couldn't be that bad, right?

[I'm too tired for OCD. Open!]

MCA Lobby - Wednesday [3/11]

[nugents-shirt.livejournal.com]

Anyone seeking refuge from the... things that were littering the skies of Fandom would be welcome in the lobby of the MCA.

The owner, however, was hiding under his desk. He was a smart man who knew his limits when it came to the weird, bizarre and possibly dangerous.

The Lighthouse, Wednesday 3/11

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock was in a cheery mood thanks to the weather. And the warmer temp meant that he could actually get some work done today.

Houston was equally glad for the weather, bouncing around, digging in the dirt and finding random sticks to chew on.

There was humming coming from the lighthouse as Murdock went about his day.

(open!)

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino hated everything. She was tired, bruised, and sore and there were freaking monsters in the air. They did scream satisfyingly though when she nailed a few of them with cards wrapped with chakra.

And, oh yeah, she had to work before she could even get some sleep from her mission. Slipping into the store, she glanced around, decided it seriously wasn’t worth the effort of cleaning a whole lot today, and curled up in Cable-san’s chair.

Trying really, really hard not to fall asleep.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Android's Dungeon, Rooftop, Wednesday, 3/11

[saveyoulater.livejournal.com]

It didn't take much for Sarah to get reinstated as an agent a day early. She sent in some footage of giant screaming bird things swooping down outside her apartment, and her phone rang an instant later with a message of "Agent Walker, good work, NEUTRALIZE THE THREAT."

So she put on her combat gear (bulletproof vest, cap over her hair, some light body armor), stuck a "Closed Due to Invasion" sign on the door to the shop, and took a sniper position behind some ductwork on the building's roof.

She really hated hearing them scream as they swooped down, and the rocks (and other stuff) they kept throwing at her were worse. But the rhythms of a fight were familiar, and Sarah took pride in shooting down as many harpies as she could as quickly as she could.

All in a day's work.

[OOC: Shop is closed for the day, but there's fire escape access to the roof if you really need Sarah or see her from the ground and want to investigate. And yep, this is for broadcast.]

Things Reborn, Wednesday, 3/11

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

If Claire hadn't been closer to work than she was to the dorms when she spotted her first harpy, she would have called in "hi, there's an invasion" and skipped work for the day.

Sadly, she was too far into town to turn back, so she ran as fast as she could, sticking close to buildings and hoping she didn't look like a snack. And while the harpies screamed at her and buzzed overhead, they didn't attack.

She took a good 15 minutes to calm down even slightly once she got to work, then started sticking old beach umbrellas into the sundress-themed display.

They fit, and they worked as weapons.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD.]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

There were things outside. Screaming things. Really loudly screaming things.

Jeff was completely convinced that his mother was involved. In fact, some of them looked a bit like his mother.

When Gunther asked him why the hell he was hiding in one of the kitchen cupboards, the only thing Jeff could give him as an answer was, "I knew that knitting circle was a bad idea."

[ open! ]

Streets of Fandom; Wednesday [ 03/11 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

It was a pretty bloody good thing that a patrol was on the agenda for the day, because it was looking pretty bloody needed. With more excrement in her hair than she would ever like to admit to and having heard some insults that bested some of the drunkest London party girls, Daisy was not even going to harp on Kowalski anymore about going on and just shooting that last one dead, not unless it was to complain about how the next one was so hers.

"What I wouldn't give," she muttered, desperately trying not to breathe through her nose as her back hit the wall and they rested a moment in a small alcove to catch their breath, regain their collectively insulted dignity, and reload their guns before taking care of the next one, "for a trooper's uniform right now. They've at least got those helmets. No poo in the hair and it's got to cut out some of that awful stench, wouldn't it?"


[[ partner-in-crime-fighting modded with permission, and the post is absolutely open to anyone who'll want to run into the patrol ]]

Luke's Diner - Wednesday, 3/11

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Johnny was tired and felt like hell from the ordeal that is still being played out yesterday. And the freaking flying things outside didn't improve his mood much. Not that he had a hard time in taking care of a few of them. Torch a couple, the rest sort of learned to back off. He stayed in flames until he reached work, then parked his ass behind the counter. If he snoozed, well then, he snoozed. The kitchen staff wouldn't bother him. They knew better.

There were no specials for the day. Johnny figured if you braved outside he could special up anything you wanted.

Luke's is open.

[And ocdless.]

MHA Poolside, Wednesday Early Afternoon

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

The first indication that Loki had that something was wrong was the unbearable sound of claws against his window at way too fucking early. The second indication was that said window was nearly blacked out with...he didn't even want to think about what that was.

Stalking outside and into the midst of a fucking invasion of some sort, all Loki could do was grimace and bitch about how he'd wanted to fucking relax. Of course, some fucking...thing took immediate exception with his bitching (it was not karma) and swooped at him, claws digging into his shirt and stomach painfully for a minute before Loki got his bearings back and punched the thing in the face a few times to dislodge it. The harpy stumbled backwards, shrieking hideously while Loki examined his now torn shirt and the red scratches on his stomach. Thank fuck for fast healing.

"You fucking bitch, you ripped my shirt." The harpy shrieked in reply, almost daring him to bring it on. And, well, Loki was powerless to resist a challenge. He had no flaming sword, he had no gun but he had himself and he used that weapon to get up a head of steam so he could charge the harpy, plow into it and take it down into the pool with him.

Drowning the damn thing would work. It had to work. And, after several long seconds of twitching and more scratches, the harpy stilled and Loki left it there to swim to the surface where more harpies were already descending.

"Fuck this day," he said, climbing out of the pool, soaking wet and waiting for the next bird thing to come at him. "Fuck this day."

[Open, sure! I've been planning for him to go into the pool since Monday. Whoo!]

Turtle & Canary - Wednesday, 3/11

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It took Amber a few moments, as she was on her way to work, to catch on that something just wasn't right in the air. The first harpy she noticed she grinned and waved at. "Oh, hey, aren't you a... weird kind of looking bird. Thing." Then: "Oh, hey, you're flying kind of fast and oh! you have friends and... hey! Are those claws! Oh my god, what? No... wait... ahhhhh!" She started running for work while being clawed and poo'ed at. Her shirt was torn and two of them bit her cheek while tangling in her hair. "What the... leave me alone you hellish creatures!" She crossed her fingers in front of her but it did no good. Amber ran faster and felt one on her back. It snapped her bra strap. "Ahhhhhh!"

But she made it into the store, huffing, cheek bloody, clothes tattered. "Apu! It's an invasion! Get out the bug spray and... bandaids! And, uh... a slingshot!" She was so going to try and wipe out a few.

On Sale Today
Bug Spray and Bandaids!

 

Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, Red, Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Cafe Fina - Wednesday - 3/11

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir walked into work, bruised but triumphant. Never had he thought that his life experience might come in handy, but if there was anyone on the island more familiar with having excrement flung at them, well, he would be hard pressed to find them.

He'd flown into the wall of the building before scrambling through the door, yes. It'd hurt, of course. But! He was poop-free.

It made him really far too pleased.
Today's Specials
Sugar and Spice Rubbed Salmon with Asparagus
Kielbasa and Cabbage Soup
Roasted Red Pepper Soup With Toast
Lemon Sour Cream Cake
The Cafe Fina was open.

[if OCDless]

Pirate Radio [Wednesday afternoon]

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The sounds of "next time I'll remember your naaaaaaame" and something squishy being pelted at the studio walls came through the microphone.

Squirrels were cruel and didn't like Jack very much. They welcomed the chance to make him look stupid for the entire island to hear.

"Here's some advice for ye, mates," Jack said. "If ye decide that you're going to go easy and go early with the first strumpet at the bar, make sure she can't bloody fly."

Jack was under the impression that he had slept with one of the harpies. He...might not be wrong.

"Since all of the smart people are inside," he continued, "give me a call, savvy? We can exchange cleaning tips or something."

Near MHA apartments - Wednesday afternoon - 3/11

[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

Abigail Irene Garrett had come out to walk Mike when her maid had told her she wasn't coming out. She'd thought it a simple matter: Mike's restlessness or the incessant barking he'd insisted on all day.

She'd found something very different.

As such, there was a highly miffed Detective Crown Investigator with her wand up walking her dog. Around her, however, there were quite a few downed Harpies frozen like so many icicles. Oh, they'd get up again as soon as the spell wore off, and with as many as she'd downed it wouldn't be too long, but for the moment, Mike was going to do his business and anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way was going to be doing it for longer than expected.

[open!]

Groovy Tunes, (Or At Least, the Roof Thereof), Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice had left Dinah at home today. There seemed to be freakish winged harpies soaring through the air, and that wasn't the proper environment for a genteel kittycat.

She did bring her vorpal blade. She hung a sign on the door:

Your music employee is on the roof, killing harpies. If you require music, please attract her attention and she will be down to assist you momentarily. Please do not take advantage of this situation in order to shoplift; we have video cameras and sharp weapons.

She didn't know if there were surveillance cameras, but it seemed a useful threat.

And so Alice went to the roof, vorpal blade in hand, and tried to look quite innocent, a young girl who would be no match for vicious, cruel harpies.

Although the loud music she was blaring might give away her true intentions.

Trooper Station Roof: Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale had sent most of the troopers out on patrol to defend the NPC houses and business that needed protection leaving only him and Ralph to defend the station.

Which is why Dale was up on the roof, his gun in one hand and a megaphone in the other.

"Attention all avian adversaries! Your attack on this island is illegal and unwarranted. Desist your attack and return to whatever dimension you call home or face the consequences."

Not surprisingly, the harpies responded by throwing lots of eggs and crap at Dale and Ralph.

"Very well," Dale said pulling out his gun and beginning to shoot. "You leave me no choice."

[Open though replies will be slow.]

The Beach, Wednesday Afternoon

[peace_n_war]

There were freakish bird-chicks out there. Big, nasty ones, with talons and filthy mouths. And Warren wasn't at work.

So he took it as a sign or something, and made his way down to the beach for target practise. Because if he was at the beach while throwing fistfuls of fire at the harpies, then he couldn't accidentally burn down the rest of the island.

The creatures made some of the most satisfying screams as their flight feathers burned and they plummeted from the sky to smash on the rocks below, really.

[Open beach is open!]

Onsen, Wednesday Afternoon

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

It would have been impossible to miss...whatever the frak they were in the sky. And Lee had no intention of purposefully missing them by staying inside where it was safe. He was naturally curious and naturally stupid which meant he was going outside.

He had a gun, don't worry.

Not that it was doing much right now considering Lee was frakking RUNNING from the harpies, taking occasional shots over his shoulder before they'd get sly to his game and chuck rocks and dirt and mud at him. The rocks cut his face, the dirt and mud got him dirty and...he wasn't even going to think about the other things that he felt.

He could see the onsen in front of him, looming large and he could feel the harpys at his back, talons nipping at his shirt and scratching his neck.

There was only one thing to do. He holstered the gun and dove into the onsen, staying underwater for as long as he could. That stung the various gashes and bruises he had but it was cover.

Sort of. Frak.

[Hahahaha, open, of course! I had to.]

Skies over Fandom Island, Wednesday Evening

[funnyways.livejournal.com]

Mina had eyed the creatures, earlier in the day. The sun, however, prevented her from unleashing her fury upon their little winged visages.

When night fell, she changed. Both into her black silk and leather number she reserved for times of need, and also into her, well, other form. Her skin paled a bit, her eyes turned to a bright red, and her fangs grew forth.

The harpies would soon feel tooth and nail, as the creature of the night flew forth... by the wings of a swarm of bats.

Mina just hoped no one would think the dark swarm of bats and the creature inside it was an enemy.

That might end badly.

[ooc: Oh so severely open. Feel free to mod her coming past any rooftop location your characters might be on, if neccessary. :D]

Caritas - Wednesday, 3/11

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope was in a very hateful mood when she got to work, despite being freaked out. She had been pooped on and egged and clawed at. Not to mention the hair pulling.

Tino poured her a beer and she drank it.

She predicted it was not going to be a good night, and if she was the type, she'd totally curse at it.

Caritas is open.

The Park, Wednesday evening

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Part of being a Jedi was fighting bad things that would threaten people. Zayne wanted to prove himself worthy of being a Jedi. That's why he was out looking for some harpies to challenge himself against.

Unfortunately, he was finding it completely impossible to find any close to the ground, and he wasn't exactly good enough to pull any down from the sky. The will of the Force wasn't kind to him.

[OOC: Expecting another Jedi, but otherwise open.]

Abandoned Warehouses, Wednesday Evening

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

After Flight Club, Anemone had stopped at her room long enough to drop off her bag, feed Gulliver, and change into a tanktop and dark jeans before heading back outside.

Like she was going to pass this chance up.

She was currently moving from rooftop to rooftop, tossing herself recklessly off fire escapes and through broken windows as she chased harpies through the abandoned buildings. Blood (not hers) streaking her face and arms as she ran.

Anemone hadn't gotten to hunt like this in far too long.

[Open!]

All Over Fandom, Late Late Late Wednesday Night

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Many of their kind had fallen and, after having a shrieking conference, the remainder of the harpies had to decided to bugger off. All they were accomplishing here was a veritable bloodbath of death and destruction while making little to no headway in their own attacks.

It was time to call it a day.

They painted the night sky again, heading as quickly as they could away from Fandom. And, as they flew away, they knew they had to make something up as to why they were coming back empty handed, without a new island to rule. If the other harpies knew they'd been trounced, there would be humiliation and laughter.

As they flew, the harpies came up with the a pathetic but passable reason for their defeat: the color of the trees didn't match their feathers. Harpies were fashion minded, after all.

[NFB! NFI but OOC welcome! This takes place well after midnight and after radio so you can keep fighting harpies till then! Hope you had fun!]

Stark Industries - Wednesday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

After her Leadership class Naomi had quickly left so that she could set up for her shift, this was made slightly more difficult as she did her best to dodge the strange flying things in the sky.

Needless to say she was rather relieved when she managed to get to her work so that she could hide from whatever these creatures were.

Stark Industries is open.