All Over Fandom, Wednesday

[lockestheway]

The blasted heath had spread slowly but progressively across the island over the previous day and the ensuing night. By now, the cabins themselves had gone grey and brittle-looking, and simply touching them could send whole chunks of wall collapsing into ashes and dust. And still, there seemed no end to the spread: like an inkblot, the corruption was now starting to spread out from the camp grounds.

There was another strange, alien detail, visible only to those who watched carefully. The plants that had been touched by the blasted heath had changed, seeming stranger, alien. They swayed slowly from one side to the other, leaves rustling, but there was no wind, no breeze to move them.

And from between them came more teal deer, monstrously deformed-- and alots, twisted and dark, and birds and rabbits and all the rest. They were hungry, and they would not stop.

[[ feel free to mod your monsters, or request an NPC here! ]]

Fixer-Uppers [Wednesday]

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

William was absolutely not feeling the least bit put out that he'd missed some sort of research-extravaganza in the science classroom. Really.

Which would explain the single-minded determination with which he was attempting to do some research of his own via the Internet. Unfortunately it was not proving fruitful at all. Nor was the store itself, for once, something which William was quite grateful for. Unexpected falling fruit was really something he didn't want to worry about right now.

Arms Hotel, Wednesday, 8/03

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn almost didn't show up to work today. Her right hand and upper left leg were covered in these gross, scaly gray patches that itched like mad, and on top of that she just generally felt like she had the worst case of flu she'd ever had in her life. It was so bad that she almost felt like she wasn't really herself, like she was floating above her head and curiously watching this pretty blonde girl do things.

So clearly she was going nuts and turning gray. Right. She'd have to take a nice hot oatmeal bath as soon as she got off work. Baths usually helped.

For now, she was parked behind the counter, wrapped in a blanket and fighting hard to pretend to be perky.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special: Chicken Noodle Soup

[OOC: OCD is a wee bit preoccupied today, but post is open!]

The Park, Wednesday Morning

[badnewsandwit.livejournal.com]

It hadn't been the taint Alistair had been picking up all this time, but it was certainly a taint. By now, his senses were screaming at him about it. And he'd seen the creatures, milling around in the shrubs, turning up in the streets and running amock.

He was a Grey Warden. This was what he was meant to do, wasn't it? In peace, vigilance, in war, victory-- that was his duty.

He was standing outside in the park now, shield in one hand and sword in the other. His armor hung comfortably heavy on his shoulders. He felt strong, ready, and maybe a little frightened...

Not that that mattered right now.

The creature in front of him screeched with inhuman hunger and barreled straight at him, presumably with designs on his innards. But that was only a guess.

( He was interrupted by a fireball... )

[ open to morrigan, open to all, open to... people who want to do other park-related things! come fight. minor ocd alert. ]

Civics: Failed Amendments, The Community Center, Wednesday Evening

[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

Alex couldn't hide a nagging worry. The PA system hadn't issued any more messages about the mysterious rock that had sent the students away from the cabins, but that didn't necessarily mean that they had been given the all-clear, either. So she set up for class, but distractedly. She'd be seeking out further information afterward, depending on who attended. And, well, who she could pump for information.

( Balanced Budget Amendment )

Cafe Luke's, Wednesday

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

Lion-o was a little late getting to work because he took a short detour to get his sword. Between the worrying things he heard on the radio and strange sensation that he got when the sword called him, he figured it was better to be safe than sorry. Hopefully the kitchen staff was grateful enough for protection that they wouldn't make Lion-o eat any green beans.

Today's Specials
BLT Burgers
Green Bean and Radish Salad
Molten Chocolate Cakes with Mint Fudge Sauce

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

Outside the store, a red-eyed wren with wicked-looking teeth hurled itself against the glass repeatedly. Hank was pretty sure birds shouldn't look like that.

The bird had followed Hank to the store this morning, and only the cleverly-executed maneuver of holding a piece of cardboard over his head had saved Hank from being scratched or bitten. That piece of cardboard, his HankCo. sign, was looking a little the worse for wear, but it was still proudly occupying a position of honor on the store counter.

Apu was restocking shelves as if nothing was wrong, but Turtle wouldn't come out of his shell, and Jane was fluttering around her cage and cheeping frantically. The panda didn't seem to have come in today.

...Something was odd. Mysteriously odd! Hank was anxious to investigate!


Today's Squishy Flavors: Gray, Gray, Red Gray

Post Office, Wednesday

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

Instead of being behind the counter today, Rude stood inside the Post Office's doors, watching the streets outside. Should any of the bizarre wildlife try to attack, the Post Office would be defended. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night would stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

Caritas | Wednesday

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan thought he should get a fucking medal for coming into work tonight. There were all kinds of creepy crawling things out there and that, in combination with being moved back to the dorms and the reports on the radio, meant Nathan was a little on edge.

With that in mind, Nathan had ordered Tino to fucking go stand guard at the door to keep anything out of Caritas. Yeah, there was a sanctuary spell and shit but that didn't mean things couldn't slink in and make him piss himself.

Not that he was really one to piss himself. Often. Or something. Whatever, Tino was the fucking muscle today and Nathan was just gonna drink to relax himself.

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday [8/3]

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

Lindsay thought about skipping work today since there was strangeness afoot on the island. She remembered what happened last year around this time when she went to work during weirdness. Right now, though, considering the potential financial issues at home, paychecks were important.

Today, she decided on Hendrix and had the volume turned up just a little louder than usual. If there were any odd sounds outside from creepy creatures, she didn't want to hear them.

[ocd free and open!]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com]

Jessica still had her tiara (of course), but her hair was mussed and the tiara was askew. On the way to the bar she'd run into a...well, she thought it was a teal deer, but it was more grey than teal and fangy and what the hell it was attacking her. She had to bite it back to stop it, but its blood tasted like shit, and she spat it out before breaking its neck.

So now she was at the Devil's Nest, messy hair, bloody mouth, ripped dress and all. Stupid deer.