All Around Fandom, Wednesday Night/Thursday Morning

[bitchprince]

Somewhere across the multiverse, another Fandom moved. Where it went, or why it did so, was irrelevant: the fact was that it did.

Underneath the island, the machine strained to obey the command. But it was old, and a little rusty along the edges. The gears inside creaked and moaned, cables pulled tight and pipes groaned. All it needed was one more push to finish this assignment, one more roll of a belt, one more motion of a...

It proved to be one jump too far.

A pipe cracked. Steam burst forth. It was only the width of a hair, if that, but it quickly spread. Down down down it went, and struck a small bit of welding. The welding gave way, and with it, the spring it had been attached to. The spring jumped loose, and then--

Something shattered. Three somethings broke loose. That little fracture leaped off the machine and cut through reality itself, sucking a chunk of the machine inside, and then another. The tear, now at least the width of a hand, pushed up and out. At the edge of the island, near the beach, where the island's multidimensional plate was pressed against the mainland, a mirroring crack appeared.

It tore straight through the causeway like a volcanic rift, and with it, shattered the island's direct connection to the multiverse. Then it continued on, widening-- the blackness sunk down over the abandoned warehouse district and erased it from space, leaving a barren dark nothing in its place. On the other side of the island, yet another answering crack popped up and tore Il Pollo, Taste of Thai, Moobyland and Outback Steakhouse from the surface, damning the land to more nothingness.

But there were tinier cracks, too, and they spidered across the island, sucking things in... and spitting out roaches and shadows and twisted men, the last to exit the world, the first to enter the next.

The first break took only five minutes. Its effects would be... more durable.

[[ cracks will now be appearing across Fandom for people/places to fall into! the abandoned warehouse district is gone, as are the mentioned restaurants, leaving big black spots that you can't enter behind. and the causeway is inaccessible. the first monsters have arrived... ]]

The Gig: Thursday [8-5-10]

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen got to The Gig early, wanting to muck out all the stalls before it got too brutally hot. Once she'd finished that and restocked the hay and feed she took a few moments to hose herself down a little. It wasn't like her clothes wouldn't dry quickly in the heat and for right now it felt pretty refreshing.

And then there was... something - a giant black something - like a tear in the fabric of the universe.

And then Helen was gone.

Book Haven: Thursday [8-5-10]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie was here, but a bit more subdued than usual. SOmething just didn't quite seem... right.

Still she was here and the store was open.

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

There had been exactly three NPC people who disappeared into black holes as 'Dite walked past them on her way to the store. Yes, she'd counted. This did not bode well for a quiet day.

What worried her, though, were the two giant roaches on the front porch of the store. They were both as long as her arm, and one of them seemed to be standing up to try to look through the window.

"Okay, this? Not a good way to start my day. You, near the window, get down before Herc sees you, or he'll want to come out and chase you all day, and that's just -- yech."

She concentrated and zapped them with a tiny blast of power. They exploded, leaving their innards and outards all over the door and porch.

Aphrodite threw her hands in the air. "Phooey. I hate cleaning things up, I'm not meant to be a chamber maid." But she sighed, waved her hands, and the mess removed itself. "Better." She entered the store happily, never noticing the black hole that had just opened up to the left side of the store.

'Dite's Decadent Delights would soon be open. As soon as 'Dite rescued Hercules from the other two roaches inside.


(ooc: Post and store open!)

Luke's Diner: Thursday Morning, 8/5

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine was not the type of waitress who sneaked samples on the job.

More often than, say, once a week. Shut up. Look, the baked goods case had Nanaimo Bars in it. Who on earth could blame her for reaching for one, after she'd finished writing it down on the specials menu?

The multiverse, apparently, because the moment she lifted off the glass top and snagged one, Francine felt something very, very wrong, and it wasn't guilt. (She'd been planning to pay for it, after all. And have the carrots with her lunch instead of the double-baked cheesy potatoes.)

Guilt didn't feel like cold, cold air rushing past her, or look like a jagged, impossible rip through the air, like someone blonde and angry had taken a knife to a canvas, except it wasn't, it was just air and on the other side was... something else. A pulsing, sucking darkness that pulled her in without a chance to even finish her scream before everything went black.

A pulsing, sucking, hungry darkness, since it also grabbed a counter stool, the rest of the Nanaimo Bars, and half the specials board before it closed in on itself and disappeared.

Spec
Beef bri
Double-baked chee
Buttered car
Nanaim

Luke's was open, but there wasn't a waitress to be seen, and the counter was a bit of a mess.

Outside Decadent Delights, Thursday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

There had been cockroaches, and then more, and a hole, and -- it was not a happy goddess that stepped out of the store and marched to the sidewalk to meet Detective Reese.

'Dite had a disgusted look on her face. Beside her, about waist high, floated a cockroach, still alive, barely, and feebly waving it's antennae.
"Look at this! Just look! What are these things?"

She knew what they were, it was a rhetorical question. What she really wanted to ask was, 'why is it here and what is it doing in my shop?'


(ooc: for two! Reese modded with permission -- after phone call from Here.)

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi had her hands full today. Not only was Gunther short-handed in the kitchen and pleading for her help, but something was bothering Porthos. The beagle was very agitated, running all over the lobby and parking as if something was there. There were a few times he even chased Hoshi away from certain areas.

She grumbled about it the first few times, but then Hoshi realized that the Porthos was trying to warn her that something was very wrong. She knew too well that when things were wrong with the island, it could be very dangerous.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel Lobby!
Today's Special
Grilled Salmon with Quick Blueberry Pan Sauce

Magic Box, Thursday, 8/05

[life_inshadow]

Things felt weird in town today. It was giving Tara a headache. Also, she could swear the cockroaches out by the store dumpster were the size of her hand.

She decided to blame the apparent overactive imagination on Wesley's demonology books -- they were full of everything you never wanted to know went bump in the night.

Folding her arms and resting her head on them, she decided to just take it easy for the rest of the day. Clearly she was getting all stressed out over nothing.

[OOC: Open shop. OCD fell into a void.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

Something . . . odd was going on on the island, though Castiel could not, for the life of him, work out exactly what it was. So while he ought to have been preparing for his sermon, he was instead pacing about the church grounds, trying to pin point precisely from where the feeling of disquiet was emanating.

The kittens were pawing unhappily at the door, mewing at him any time he walked by, and on his fifth passage, he gave into their demands and let them out into the graveyard, following close on their heels to see if an exterior view would help him work things out.

He'd made it no more than a few feet from the door when the church abruptly vanished.

. . . Yes, that might have something to do with the odd feeling. Castiel stared into the nothingness that lay where the church had been, and after a moment's consideration, decided that one of Dean's colorful phrases would be the most appropriate.

"Oh sh --"

And then Castiel vanished.

The kittens tilted their heads at the empty spot where Castiel had stood. Bobby gave an annoyed mew -- then was immediately distracted by a butterfly.

Services, it seemed, would be postponed until further notice.

[ooc: this totally isn't an excuse to try to come up with a sermon topic today. Shut up. NFI, totally broadcastable, and the graveyard now has moddable kittens running around it.]

Outside the Perk, Thursday

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn Fabray jogged pretty often, really. If her jog today was more of a sprint and less of her usual lope, that wasn't because of the creepy skinny dogs that were all over the place all of a sudden. Nope. She wasn't afraid of stray dogs. She just wanted a better workout than usual.

She decided she'd run enough when she got to the Perk. She'd earned her caffeine fix for the day. She paused on the sidewalk for a moment to check her hair in the store window; she didn't want to look too sweaty and gross, just in case somebody cute was behind the counter.

[OOC: For one!]

Ching Tai, Thursday Evening

[likes_scoundrels]

Leia had changed her mind about Thai for her birthday dinner and decided on Chinese instead (which was fortunate given that Taste of Thai apparently had vanished). She actually didn't care much about the type of food; she'd just been looking forward to her first birthday celebration with her father.

"You look tired," she teased as they sat down. "Having trouble keeping up with Ben?"


[For Daddy, but open for all your Ching Tai needs!]

Caritas; Thursday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was the type to be the dumb bimbo in a horror movie that didn't know danger was around until it stabbed him with a knife, so naturally he showed up to work today. And he brought Loki with him because, well, he didn't want to leave him in the cabin all alone. Besides, the cat liked running around the bar. It was cute.

[I'll be afk for, like, an hour or so but then I'll be back and around omg]

In front of where Taste of Thai was until this morning; Thursday evening.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Okay, so. Dinah had slept in, then lazed around the cabin today. And Dinah and Momoko had been planning to have dinner at Taste of Thai, then head out to Baltimore.

Not so much, now.

[for heromaniac but open if you happen to be wanting Thai. Woe.]

Streets of Fandom, Thursday Night

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

After killing a disturbingly large and aggressive roach in his apartment, Tim was on his way to the Quickstop hoping to get some heavy duty bug killer.

Growing up in a lower middle class neighborhood in Brooklyn, he wasn't one to get all that skeeved out by roaches. Still, he wasn't fond of them.

Fortunately someone came along to take his mind off it. He barely had time to react to the presence of the figure in the alley before they sent a bolt of lightning at him.

"Woah!" Reflexed developed by going to High School, and further refined through various adventures saved his life. His sword appeared in his hands, blocking the electricity, but the force of the blast knocked him across the street into a trash can.

[Open to anyone who wants in on the fun.]