The Park - Very Early Thursday Morning

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

The mood in the dorms, hell in the whole town, had apparently bypassed 'full-on emo' and slammed headfirst into 'full-blown panic', and the atmosphere was just a bit stifling. So Seifer had dug the trench coat out of the back of his closet, dumped Galahad in one of the deep pockets and headed out for a walk. At least that was what he was going to tell anyone who asked. It would be stupid to admit that he was going to teach the kitten how to chase the ducks.

He had to have something to cheer him up right now.

And that is where he currently was. In the park, with the might hunter staring bemusedly at the sleeping piles of feathers near the water.

"You know, you kinda suck at this hunting thing," he told the kitten.


[[Open Park is Open! Feel free to say Hi to Seifer and the kitten before they get zapped!]]

JGOB, Thursday Morning

[stykera]

It was possible cupcakes weren’t going to help the situation at all. But Stark wanted some and thought it entirely likely that others on the island would appreciate something as well. And the radio had mentioned something about weaponizing pastries, hadn’t it? He wasn’t entirely sure what that was about, but some cupcakes weren’t going to hurt. Unless he vanished. That might hurt. Although the radio had also mentioned something about crazy being a good defense, and he was sure that he could manage something in that area. That was why he had braved the rather deserted (and somewhat diminished) streets of Fandom this morning.

Unfortunately, when he arrived at JGOB it was even more deserted than the streets had been. No Jeff. No employees. No customers. And, since the shop had been empty since yesterday afternoon, no cupcakes (the last of those had ended up on the sidewalk out front yesterday). Only a handful of day-old and likely somewhat stale other pastries.

"Hello?" Stark asked as he nervously walked around the shop hoping for signs of life. There were none. It seemed abandoned. This wasn’t good.

Suppressing an urge to flail (at least momentarily), Stark started cleaning up. It seemed like the thing to do. Maybe the employees were just late. Or were hiding out from whatever it was outside that had blanketed the island. There was no reason to assume that they’d vanished. Just because that was the most likely explanation didn’t mean it was the correct one. And if they showed up, then cleaning up would only help them since they were already late.

He didn’t really expect them to show up. Not really. He kept glancing up hopefully at the door while he worked though, just in case. When things were clean and still the shop remained empty except for the solitary Banik, then the panic started setting in. At least it was mild. So far. Mostly it just led to loud and nervous humming. And arm motions most accurately described as flailing. And pacing. He ended up, eventually, in front of the ovens.

"I could bake!" he said to the empty pastry shop. "I think. There’s no one to mind. And someone might want some cupcakes." There was bound to be at least one other person on the island in search of pastries today, wasn’t there? "What do I need? They have everything here. I think. They must. Need chocolate. It has to be chocolate. There should always be chocolate. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate..." Baking would happen, eventually, if he could get the flailing and the urge to completely freak out under control.

[Expecting one but totally open for others as well. I am sadly AFK while covered with teacup humans, but I will be available briefly between 1-2 EST and after 5.]

Trooper Station [most of the day]

[sith_happened]

When Anakin got to the Trooper Station, he learned that most of his troopers who had been out on various patrols were now gone either because of the fluctuations in the shielding or run-ins with the Auditors.

He listened to the radio, made a mental note to track down Bo and see what she'd learned, then called Rory for the fifth time since he'd headed for the office.

The Trooper Station was open, if stil short on anything useful to tell you about.

[OOC: Aroundish with a sick kid, so expect bouts of SP.]

Around The Island, Especially The New Part, 9 AM

[endsthegame]

At 9 AM in the morning, the forcefield flickered again. It was only down for a few seconds, but that was enough: the clouds slid over the new part of the island like a deadly mist, and also took what remained of the sea on the old side of the island.

The docks? Well, about half of them were left.

When the forcefield shimmered back into being, it sliced straight through the Rocky Bits, one half gone and one half not. The only body of water left besides the pond in the park was a patch of ocean north of the school. Many of the island's eating establishments had gone, too.

But it seemed stable again.

[[ feel free to ping in here if your character got stuck on the wrong end of the island at the wrong time, or make your own post. ]]

Emergency Town Meeting, Town Hall, Thursday Afternoon

[bigdamnprincipal]

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her handwavey radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

Turtle and Canary, Thursday

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

Hank huddled in the janitor's closet with Turtle's and Jane's cages, where he'd been since yesterday. Outside the door, he could still hear the funny people going through the store aisle by aisle, examining things. They'd seemed to have forgotten about him for the moment, which was good.

"This ingredient list is incorrect."

"We do not understand how one determines whether a 'coloring' or 'flavoring' is artificial."

"We are instructed to 'keep out of reach of children'."

Yesterday, when they'd first entered the store, they had made the mistake of selecting the wrong brand of cheese to look at, so the panda had tried to hurt them. The panda wasn't there anymore. That was when Hank had grabbed the cages and run.

He was starting to get lightheaded and woozy from the lack of food and water and from all the disinfectant fumes. He was cramped from sitting for so long. And he really, really needed to pee.

All of a sudden the closet door disappeared, and one of the people loomed over him. "Your inventory is incomplete," the man informed him, holding out one of the store's suppliers' catalogs. "There is an absence of something called 'duct tape'. Explain."

Forgetting his fear for the moment, Hank lunged at the man, intending to shake some sense into him. "WHAT IS WITH ALL THE POP QUIZZES??!?!"

And then Hank was gone.


Today's Squishy flavors: OUT OF ORDER

(NFI, mostly, but you can totally come in and loot the empty store.)

Caritas, Thursday afternoon

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi was not going to stick around in town after dark. Noooooo. She did, however, feel an obligation to protect the booze from being disappeared. So she was going to load up a bag or two with bottles and take them back to the dorm.

"I'll bring it back!" she was telling Tino. "Look, don't you want people to be able to drink here after this is all over? Why take chances?"

[for those charming visitors]

Cafe Luke's, Thursday, 9 AM

[gastronomistic]

Vincent was just finishing the protective barrier of fruit mince pies surrounding Cafe Luke's when it happened. The only warning he got was a flicker in the sky.

Huh, he thought. That's almost like the EM field around Eureka.

And then the blackness rushed up. Vincent's eyes went wide. "Oh my great --"

He never finished the sentence. When the force field came back on, Cafe Luke's was gone, fruit mince pies and all.

Really, though, it was only a matter of time.

The rocky bits- Thursday afternoon

[also-audrey.livejournal.com]

Audrey was on the way to the town meeting. But she'd been trying to get some idea of what was still there and what wasn't, and so she left a little early in order to go around the island and check things out after the shielding had failed this morning. Let's ignore that an island having a shield wasn't completely new to her and she was trying to pretend that was normal, no matter how grateful for it she was.

When she got to the rocky bits, she made sure not to get too close to where there wasn't anything, looking around and trying to get an idea of just how much was gone. And she was completely calm about it. Externally, anyway.

Around town, Thursday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Freed of her teacherly duties -- and her already rather tenuous grasp on sanity -- Pinkie decided that it was time to take action against the forces of darkness and friendlessness that were attacking. Being Pinkie, this meant getting out her party cannon to shoot decorations and balloons at people.

She was going to cheer this town up whether it liked it or not.

Anyone out on the streets this afternoon might encounter a manic pink cartoon pony shoving around a brightly colored cannon.

[ooc: it had to be done. Open!]

Wonka's- Thursday after the meeting

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

When Susan got out of the town meeting, her next step wasn't even a question for her. She just walked right across the street to Wonka's.

It didn't look to be open, so she figured the shamelessly modded NPC's workers had decided work was for other people today. Luckily for Susan, she didn't have to worry about things like locks and doors unless she chose to. So she simply walked through the door and turned on the lights, and began perusing the inventory. Specifically the chocolates.


[What, looting the candy store is canon. If you want to loot it too, Susan'll totally open the door for you.]

The Streets Vaguely Near Town Hall, After the Emergency Meeting

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

There were bad things, non-human bad things, at work on the island. Dire straits and danger and all of that. These were the sort of circumstances that might concern people like Samuel Anders and Jaina Solo, but then that gremlin had intervened. Or bitten, as the case may be.

With Tino gone, there was no one to stop them from raiding Caritas for all the booze they could carry. And pint glasses. And mixers.

Because yes, there were bad things at work on the island, but that was just a day in the life for Frank and Sadie Doyle: high-society headliners, alcohol aficionados and, oh yes, psychic detectives.

Provided they had enough booze.

Which they did.

Frank raised his martini (yes, it was in a pint glass) in the air and boisterously demanded, "Who cares what evil lurks in the hearts of men?"

[OOC: Yeah, Anders and Jaina think they're Frank and Sadie Doyle from the Thrilling Adventure Hour's "Beyond Belief" segment. Don't think we haven't been wanting to do something like this forever now.]

The Park, Late Thursday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

Raven had wanted to attend the meeting at town hall, but there were too many people inside, and she didn't trust herself or her shields. She only had a pale shadow of her soul left to her now, and holding back the demon side of her nature took all her will. She couldn't afford to shield out all the strong emotions as well.

She began to head back to the library, skirting the edge of the park. She'd listened to the radio and knew about the strangers in town who were possibly making more people disappear, so she was keeping a wary eye out for them.

Book Haven: Thursday [12-8-11]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie opened Book Haven as usual, though Proudfoot complained (loudly) a great deal about the unsettling darkness. Still, Millie held her smile and put up a large sign in the window offering 5 free books to all customers. (Item #6 on her list).

She went to retrieve her cup of tea from the back counter, but spun back around at a warning hiss from Proudfoot only to see the nothingness inches from her windows. It was more than clear that her shields could not hold against this - whatever it was - so she quickly reached down to scoop up Proudfoot.

But before she could port them to safety the shop - complete with ex-goddess and an Asheth Temple Cat - was gone.