At The Edges of the Forcefield, Tuesday Morning

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At 6 AM during the night, it became visible just on the horizon: dark clouds, rolling in over the mainland. As the minutes ticked by, it rolled on closer, soundlessly devouring urban areas, farmland and water alike.

Closer and closer and closer it came, and by 7 AM it was nearly there. Just clouds, nothing to be seen beyond them, nibbling at the edges of the known world. Which was becoming smaller and smaller.

When it hit the field surrounding Fandom, there was no noise. No crash. No crack of thunder. It touched the blue almost-transparent barrier of energy, and the barrier flickered ominously for one endlessly long scrap of a second...

...and then the clouds simply slid over it, fully covering the shape of the dome within minutes, but coming no closer.

For now.

The Perk [Tuesday Morning]

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Sleep was a rare thing this week. A problem which Angela was treating with caffeine. Lots and lots of Perk-supplied caffeine. She probably wasn’t alone in that. With the clouds building outside the forcefield, blocking out everything the temptation was for something a little stronger than that. It was looking unlikely.

"Okay seriously? The world may be ending and you’re not going to give me a real Irish coffee?"

No, apparently not. It felt better to dwell on the little things rather than disappearing continents and the view from the window, all the same.

[[Open for all your perk-ly needs, work-related SP likely!]

Atlas Gym- Tuesday afternoon

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Jaina was beginning to wonder if the researchy types felt as stressed and useless when they waited for the fighters to get the job done as she did waiting for some information on how to fight this thing. She was used to being able to do something by now. There would be something to fight, or at least an escape plan to enact, but there wasn't anywhere to go, as far as she knew. If the forcefield didn't hold up, that was it.

After talking to her grandfather, Jaina headed to the gym, sticking a hastily-made sign written in Sharpie:

COME HIT THINGS
It might make you feel better

It wouldn't really do anything to help, but it was better than standing around and worrying.

Art Gallery [Sundown. Not that you can really tell.]

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Auditors appeared in the lobby of the art gallery, stopping Myria's progress through the room. As they did so, it seemed that they had never reallynot been there. Six figures took shape, blinked and opened their eyes. Three of the figures were male, three were female and they were dressed in human-sized equivalents of the Auditors' robes.

They will observe the end of this world with you. They will not eat or breathe.

Hah! thought one of the little voices that made up Myria's thinking.

One of the figures whimpered.

"The body will breathe," she said. "You will not persuade it that air is not required."

She was aware of the choking noises. "You are thinking, yes, we can exchange necessary materials with the outside world, and this is true," she went on. "But the body does not know that. It thinks it is dying. Let it breathe."

There was a series of gasps.

"And you will feel better shortly," Myria added and was enthralled to hear the inner voice think: These are your jailers, and you are already stronger than them.

One of the figures felt its face with a clumsy hand and, panting, said, "Whom do you speak to with your mouth?"

"You," Myria said.

"Us?"

"This will take some explaining-"

"No," the Auditor said. "Danger lies that way. We believe the body imposes a method of thought on the brain. No blame attaches. It is a... malfunction. We will accompany you around the island. We will do this now."

"Not in those clothes," Myria said. "You will frighten them. It may lead to irrational actions."

There was a moment of silence. The Auditors-made-flesh looked hopelessly at one another.

"You have to talk with your mouth," Myria prompted. "The minds stay inside the head."

One said, "What is wrong with these clothes? It is a simple shape found in many human cultures."

Myria walked to the window. "See the people out there?" she said. "You must dress in appropriate fashions."

Reluctantly the Auditors did so, and, while they retained the grayness, they did give themselves clothes that would pass unnoticed in the street. Up to a point, anyway.

"Only those of female appearance should wear dresses," Myria pointed out.

A hovering gray shape said,Warning. Danger. The one calling itself Lady LeJean may give unsafe advice. Warning.

"Understood," said one of the incarnate ones. "We will lead."

It walked into the door.

The Auditors clustered around the door for a while, and then one of them glared at Myria, who smiled.

"Doorknob," she said.

The Auditor turned back to the door, stared at the brass knob, and then looked the door up and down. It dissolved into dust.

"Doorknob was simpler," Myria replied.

[OOC: Not for interaction!]

Devil's Nest [Tuesday night]

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There was no DJ tonight. When Jack asked, Tiny rolled his eyes and pointed toward the causeway.

"He lived on the other side?" Jack replied, wincing. "Tough break."

That sort of explained the sign he had up on the bar:

COME RAISE A GLASS TO OLD WHAT'S-HIS-FACE.

At least he'd spelled all of the words right?

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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Mary was trying not to freak out, but it was hard when you could see something ominous on the horizon. There wasn't much for her to do other than make sure that the growing number of guests were comfortable and figure out how to manage without supplies from the mainland. No one would be going hungry at the Arms Hotel, but Mary didn't think people would enjoy Gunther's emergency stash of sauerkraut.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Special
Riesling-Braised Sauerkraut and Apples

[Open! The OCD is searching the fridge for proteins.]

Caritas- Tuesday

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Kitty had spent most her day at the library, and she honestly thought there were more worthwhile things to do with her time tonight than serving drinks. But she also realized that people might need some sort of distraction where they didn't have to look outside at all the black and could get a drink if they needed it, and so she was behind the bar tonight.

Tino was somewhere not here. Good thing she came in, then.