Trooper Station, Saturday, (January 23)

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

The station was the busiest Reese has ever seen it. It almost felt like a real big city PD. Except instead of mob riots they were up against ugly green things with really sharp teeth.

She'd had her own run in with the green things, she'd put two in the chest and two more in the head just to be sure. Reese heard so much of the invasions now that she was finally experiencing one... well, it was a lot weirder experiencing it than just reading about it. She strapped on her kevlar then turn to Ralph, "You told your minions what to do? Patrol the streets and get those ugly things away from the residents."

Ralph nodded.

"Go."

(Open!)

Nast Sporting Goods [1/24]

[bigbrothersean.livejournal.com]

Sean wasn't sure opening the store was the best idea today of all days, but hell, why not?

He scribbled a sign and set it in the window.

If you're gonna use it to fight the gremlins, it's free!

Call it his great contribution to the fight.

That done, he settled in behind a counter for a while.

[OCD free -- Am off to work, will be back after 5 PM CST]

Support Services First Aid Station at Caritas: Sunday Daytime

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Having had her fun with the gremlins yesterday, Morgana had agreed to set up the Support Services station today, in case anyone needed first aid or supplies. It felt a little strange to be working out of Caritas of all places, but a safe spot was a safe spot so she wasn't going to complain.

[OCD is up! Like yesterday, anyone who wants to help with the band-aiding and food-handing-out is welcome. Your regularly scheduled Caritas post will be up in the evening.]

Fandom Fight Club -- Atlas Gym -- Sunday Evening

[atreideslioness]

When (if) people arrived today, they would find a large pile of dead gremlins bearing all the marks of Ghanima's knife and a note in Tyler's distinctive handwriting, pinned to the doors of the gym:

IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED, THE ISLAND IS BEING ATTACKED BY FUCKING GREMLINS. GO HIT THEM INSTEAD.

Really, people, priorities.

[OOC: The gym is open, but there is no FFC today, for obvious reasons. To get out of the RNG for next week, just post to last week's OOC.]

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper did not usually bring her bow with her to work. The abundance of small, nasty creatures that were out and about meant she was making an exception today.

It took some time, but eventually she and Blind Seer managed to drive the creatures that had infested the barn away from the terrified creatures. They were currently crouched at the entrance to the barn, Blind Seer's fangs bared and Firekeeper's bow strung and ready to shoot.

If you thought you were going for a horseback ride today, well... sorry. Not happening.

[ooc: I'm afk pretty much all day, so this is establishy.]

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone was in the Park to feed the ducks.

Well, also to use the playground -- especially the swings -- but mostly to feed the ducks.

However, there didn't seem to be any ducks at all today, which was strange, so she was contenting herself with trying to coax Gulliver to use the seesaw with her. It wasn't working very well, especially once a small green creature flung itself at Anemone and started biting her leg.

Anemone stopped and looked at it blankly. Gulliver stared too.

And a few moments it was skittering backwards, making faces and spitting as if it had just eaten something sour.

"You totally deserved that," Anemone pointed out. "You shouldn't bite people you don't know, you might catch something. Now apologize, and you can play with us."

The gremlin hissed at her. Stupid icky weird person-not-person meat. It was her fault for not tasting good!

Anemone sighed, got up, and proceeded to start kicking it in the head. "Fine. Then we're going to play a game I like. It's called soccer, and you're the ball."

It was possible she was going to be at this for awhile.


[So totally open!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday [1/24]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

In light of the recent events, Mary decided to skip her usual day off so she could coordinate the staff to defend the hotel. She sent the sous chef to the front door with the rolling pin while a pair of maids were guarding the back door with brooms and mops. Gunther insisted on protecting the kitchen. Even with the regular entrances covered, though, the gremlins proved to be very sneaky, so Mary had her revolver with her at the front desk. It was a good thing she'd stocked up on ammunition, because she was going through a lot of it.

The specials board was all scratched up and otherwise unreadable, but someone had stuck a piece of paper on it with "Free dessert if you kill a gremlin" written in magic marker.

The skies around Fandom [Sunday early afternoon]

[weldedtomyspine]

The Blue Beetle hadn't actually been seen in Fandom, and he'd never really planned on showing up. Which, given the sorts of things he knew about the place, was pretty silly of him. With the goings-on this weekend, though, there was a bright blue guy soaring through the air looking for places he could help out.

He was a mite conspicuous.

[Feel free to get spotted, or to spot him around town! Totally open.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Sunday [1/24]

[nodaintyflower.livejournal.com]

Mulan knew it was probably a bad idea to leave the dorm, but she wanted to make sure those horrible things didn't damage the flower shop. Plus, it was her day to work there. She wasn't going to let some disgusting creatures get in the way of a paycheck.

( Wherein Mulan defends the flowers )

[no ocd today, but open!]

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

Kyle was standing outside of the HQ today, surrounded by gremlin limbs and a sign saying "NEED GREMLIN HELP? JUST SCREAM!"

He didn't expect anyone to read, the sign, of course. And he also didn't expect a bunch of gremlins jumping off the roof onto him. Kyle only had a brief moment to react, so he used the Force to increase his speed, pull the gremlins toward him, and then dive backwards. Some of the gremlins hit him hard, making him drop his lightsaber and clinging to him with claws and teeth. Most of them hit the ground with a satisfying splat. It was a mostly successful strategy. A flurry of punches took the hangers-on down before Kyle called his saber to him before checking on the gremlins who survived the splat.

[OOC: OCDless? THIS IS FREELANCE!]

MCA Lobby, Afternoon [1/24]

[funnyways.livejournal.com]

Mina had food and basic first aid supplies at her desk in the apartment building lobby today. She also had her knives handy in case any of the accursed creatures showed their beady little eyes.

She wasn't typically against creatures thought to be horrible. She was, after all, quite partial to bats. But these things... well, she normally hated the local type of gremlins. These new ones, she loathed with an undying passion.

Though, she chuckled to herself, pretty much all of her passion could be labeled as 'undying' now.

[ooc: Open to any and all]

Caritas- Sunday

[solo_sword]

The only reason Jaina was here was because she'd promised to switch shifts with Clark, having expected this to be over by now. At least that's what she would tell people.

The real reason was because she'd killed a gremlin more or less right outside and then she remembered she was supposed to work tonight. So it was a grumbly Jaina who came to the bar tonight, frowning when she saw Tino cleaning up between support services time and now. "Will someone kriffing tell me how the entire town goes to a bar in a crisis?" she asked, frowning harder as she stepped behind the bar, mostly to get herself water.

She wasn't expecting to be here long at all, since that was what Tino was there for, but if someone wanted to be served by a bartender covered with gremlin blood, it might keep her around for a while longer before going to sever more limbs.


[Open and I'm around. Like I'm moving any more this weekend.]

Wellspring Arms [all day]

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff wasn't generally one for violence, but this weekend he'd make an exception. He stood at the entrance to the gun shop with a large mallet and an annoyed look on his face, smacking any of the creatures that got too close and keeping a mental tally of how far he shot them.

[OOC: OCD is looking for the Motrin.]

The docks, Sunday afternoon

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack was propped up in a deck chair on the docks, assault rifle in his lap, spare ammo under the chair, snoring away. Time was, he could go days without sleep when he was on an important mission, but... well, he was old now. He'd passed out sometime around 10 am, after the gremlins had all retreated to the shade. Someone should have told him YESTERDAY that these things were nocturnal.

At any rate, he had the alarm on his watch set to go off at 4:30, so he didn't miss the sunset.

main campfire and all around town | late sunday/early monday | january 24-25

[gremlinsinvade.livejournal.com]

The native gremlins of Fandom had had more than enough of this tomfoolery. They were the only ones allowed to terrorize the humans here, after all. And if these interlopers killed them all, what fun would biting the teal deer be?

Ah, but they knew of a fatal weakness that they could exploit. Something the people of Fandom didn't because their gremlins had no problem going out in the sun.

By the main campfire they laid their trap long after radio had been finished. A large boombox with 80's music playing. Those suckers never stood a chance. They were all forced to come to that spot for a wacky party. The new gremlins, the ones intent on harming every human, were drawn by the noise, thinking it was a stupid group of students and they'd have an easy meal.

Too bad, when they arrived, they found not a band of students but a band of Fandom High gremlins, looking pissed beyond belief. The Fandom High gremlins used that element of surprised and bum rushed the new gremlins, making sure to bite every single one.

And oh, the results of those bites were glorious. The new gremlins would be gone by tomorrow when the sun rose because they decided that recreating the Footloose dance (with the added bonus of several new gremlins dressed as Madonna, complete with cone boob bra) was more important than death.

[and thus ends the gremlin event! nfb and nfi! the gremlins will all be zapped when the sun comes up tomorrow so you can feel free to keep fighting for the rest of the night!]