The Imperial Brim (August 7, 2010)

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Irulan was very worried, everything she's heard from the radio only served to worry Irulan more finally she decided to venture out and find out for herself. A risky move but she was worried for Ghanima, although she knew her stepdaughter would be more than capable handling anything thrown her way. Irulan called Ghanima and left a message stating her intention to find Ghanima.

She was on her way to the school when several creatures looking like crab men blocked her path, Irulan decided discretion was the better part of valor and slipped away before they noticed her. This happened several times with different creatures, each more grotesque than the last.

It was then with some relief that Irulan found herself standing in front of her shop. It would be safer if she stayed indoors for a moment before she regrouped and rallied once more.

It was a good idea. Except it was the exact same time a large tear opened up and before Irulan could react the black void consumed the hat shop and the Imperial Princess.


(Establish-y!)

The Machine Under the Island | Late Afternoon/Early Evening | Sunday | August 8

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With every success, there had to be a price to pay. Amazingly, the Fandomites that had been flung far and wide were back. The pieces of the device, the very things that had caused this mess, had brought them back.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of it. The island was still creaking, still dying and there was still one more thing to do before celebrations could begin. The device had to be repaired. That was not going to be an easy task. Monsters were rampant on the island now, roaming freely and wanting to attack anything or anyone that got into their paths.

Most of the island was gone. All that existed was blackness, nothingness. Too much longer and the island would be completely gone along with all of its occupants. The strike team was up to bat now. It was their turn to go see the device and to try and make the necessary repairs without becoming the victims of the monsters or the island itself.

Good luck.

All Around Fandom, Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Whatever the efforts put in the previous day, the machinery beneath the island did not care. It kept pumping more, kept trying to move, kept forcing more rips into existence. A small one opened over Selkie Peak, ripping away parts of the mountain and rendering the rest fog-ridden and impossible, with dry dead grass and clusters of monsters.

Tiny, tiny rips opened up across the city. Everything but the Monkey, the Post Office, Fast Eddie's, Chilly Boulder, Ink'n'Holes, Needful Things, all of it: ripped from existence. Even Town Hall couldn't stand against it this time, vanishing in an instant, leaving only a hole in the ground behind.

And one small, questing tendril of a void curled through the walls surrounding the school, devouring rock and a piece of the grounds, pulling and plucking and erasing the salle, where it stopped, pointedly, as if it was reaching, for the gun range, for the school, for the dorms.

Streets of Fandom (Or What's Left Of Them), Sunday Morning

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Yeah, so, being a leader of the Reserves meant he should probably stick with the party line and do all of that 'buddy system' stuff.

Should. Probably.

These were not very definite words.

And Jak was not really a stay-at-home kind of guy.

He'd been out for an hour already, shooting at giant flying... whatever they were, frying dogs and generally kicking ass. And, okay-- maybe he was getting a little tired. So heading back to the school? Good plan.

The large, greenish-yellow hulking thing that blocked his way had other ideas, though. "Kill the human!" the Super Mutant gleed, and swung a sledgehammer at Jak's head. Well.

Crap.

Jak jumped, and opened fire. This... was going to be a problem he needed to erase quickly.

[[ open for anyone wanting to fight beasties and/or a Super Mutant with ol' big-ears ]]

The graveyard, Saturday afternoon (after the fix)

[scruffnfeathers]

The kittens all gathered together behind a tombstone, mewing at each other and sniffing the air. Every now and then, one would start forward towards where the church used to be, and Angelbane would grab them by the scruff of the neck and deposit them back behind the stone.

Then all five cats went quiet, fur standing on end.

There was a great CRACK of displaced air, and suddenly the church -- and its leader -- were back.

"-- it," said Castiel. Then he blinked. "Ah," he said. "Never mind."

And then he went back inside to finish preparing his sermon. He paused at the doorway, looking back towards the cats, who looked about as baffled as cats could look.

"Are you coming?"

And they all tumbled frantically up to greet him, Bobby leading the way.

[ooc: mostly establishing, but the church is always open -- when it exists]