Special Collections, Sunday Afternoon, Somewhere...

[endsthegame]

( In which Finale Team 1 accidentally strolls onto a mountain. With dragons. And zombies. )

[[ more in the ocd... ]]

Special Collections, Sunday Afternoon, Somewhere Slightly Different

[endsthegame]

( In which Finale Team 2 deals with cowboys and aliens, and Anakin does not abandon Bel in Special Collections (barely). )

[[ again, more in the comments... ]]

The rocky bits- Sunday evening

[also-audrey.livejournal.com]

And Audrey was back. And alone.

She looked around for a moment, just in case the Auditors had just... moved, but no, she was really alone. And when she turned to look back at the black behind the forcefield, there was island there instead.

"Huh," she said to no one. "Thanks, whoever did what!"

Not that she had any clue, but someone had to have done something. Now it was going to mean going back to the station and seeing who was there and calling her boss to see what happened.

[can totes be open!]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

Susan was late to work today, but somehow she doubted Eric would mind, thanks to the island not having been there not long ago. Besides, after helping to save the multiverse, most people would just take the day off. Susan only required time to change clothes.

There was even a special and everything.

DRINKS HALF OFF

See?

Caritas- Sunday

[throughaphase]

Technically speaking, the bar wasn't open tonight, but Kitty thought she should go in and survey the damage after Friday's battle especially. Also, to maybe fill in the completely confused-looking Tino behind the bar. And-

"What the hell happened here?" she asked, looking over all the missing booze.

And to order a ton of new inventory, apparently.


[Bar's not technically open, but Kitty won't turn anyone away if they show. No OCD!]

Somewhere in the streets of the reforming Fandom, Sunday night

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie popped back into existence still charging -- at her suddenly recreated party cannon. She smacked into it with an audible bonk! and flopped to the ground, panting, then looked around and noticed that the creepy people she'd been yelling at had vanished.

"THAT'S RIGHT," she yelled. "YOU'D BETTER SCRAM!"

Then there was a swirl of green smoke, and Pinkie was suddenly buried in a large pile of scrolls, all bearing seals from Equestria.

Her friends!

There was one from Rainbow Dash and Rarity and Spike and Applejack and Fluttershy and Princess Celestia! There were several from Twilight Sparkle.

Pinkie was so happy her hair exploded, popping instantaneously from its stick straight droop back into its usual bouncy, fluffy curls. She aimed her party canon straight up into the air and set it off, blasting streamers and balloons out at the clouds and sending down a rain of confetti for her to bounce around in.

Pinkie was back. She knew her friends still existed. All was once again right in her little pony world.

[ooc: Lalala, bringing characters back! Woo!]

Selkie Cove, Sunday Evening

[nookiepowered]

Selkie...

The residents of Fandom had long memories, as did Fandom herself. Long memories and many residents.

Peak!

Cove!

Peak!

Cove!

Peak!

Doink-doink!

Cove!

Chunk-chunk!

Screw this, thought Fandom, when there was enough of her remembered for her to remember she was sentient and could remember too.

Which was why Galactica Drive now ran past scenic Selkie Lake, and the long-lost Selkie Cove nestled sandily and cave-ily at the foot of Selkie Peak.

While she was at it, it was also why the frakking parking lot was now attached to the island instead of hanging around in Alexandria, Baltimore, and possibly Cleveland depending on how mentally grumbly the residents had been about leaving their cars.

If IKEA also had a slightly firmer and rounder western view, that was nobody's business but Fandom's.

[Be-hooooooold your new Fandom map! And open for IC/OOC reactions if you like.]

The Park, Sunday Evening

[glacial_queen]

It was hard to find the exact spot where the Nothing had taken Warren. It was getting dark, for one thing, and she hadn't exactly been paying attention to the scenery. But people were coming back all over the island and Karla had poured her heart and her Self and everything else she could into remembering and bringing back the people she loved.

And that included one tall, handsome, winged male who had sacrificed everything to keep her safe. Several times.

So she was running through the woods in park determined to find him and make sure he was okay. She passed the playground--and made a mental note to come back and check there, too, dammit!--but kept going. There was someone else she needed to see first.

[For one, obviously, but open to anyone else in the park!]

Some Place In Special Collections, Sunday Evening

[endsthegame]

( And then they found a mirror, and a book, and something to do with both. )

~

( And so with a flash of light, one team found themselves in a dark and drab swamp... the other, in another place entirely. )

[[ just a little bit more in the ocd, and after that, stay tuned... but already I offer a great big thank you to everyone who signed on to do this. you were absolutely magnificent. ]]

Turtle and Canary, Sunday

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

The funny people were gone.

Hank lay sprawled on the store's floor for a few moments, and looked around. "...Well, I guess I showed them...?" he ventured hesitantly. The panda came over to help him up and offer him some cheese.

Everything seemed to be as it should be, except for the mess of melted Squishy on the floor that almost looked like it spelled out "REMEMBER".

"Remember...?" Hank asked thoughtfully. "...Yeeeeeesss, remember. HEY, APU!!! Remember to mop this floor!!!"

Sooner or later, he'd remember to check what day it was today.

Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Grape Judas, Red / Grape Judas Swirl