Quasi-Emergency Town Meeting, Town Hall, Sunday Morning

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe had spent most of yesterday pacing in her living room, rereading the letter from the school board, and leaving angry phone messages in clipped five-minute sections. The limitations on voicemail were just ridiculous when one had a lot on their mind.

When the day had gone by and Zoe hadn't heard from Bo, she decided to prepare for the worst - namely, that this visit was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. She might have been powerless to stop Fandom from bureaucratic invasion, but at least she could try to warn everyone for what they might have to do. Since it wasn't just the school that was going to have to pass muster, Zoe sent out handwavey emails, as well as a message with the squirrels, to call everyone for "an important town meeting." Thankfully, the squirrels seemed to have gotten her message to the radio station, and between the broadcast and the emails, she was hoping that students and townsfolk alike would make it to the town hall. She'd tried to find the balance between urgency and not worrying people in her message, and she aimed to maintain that tone once everyone got settled down.

"Good morning, and thank you all for coming to this meeting," she said. "I know you all have a weekend to be enjoying, so I'll attempt to keep this brief. We have a bit of a...situation happening tomorrow at the school, and unfortunately, it's going to involve the town as well. The school board is coming with some important visitors and, well, I'll just let this speak for itself." Zoe straightened up a bit as she pulled out the letter from Stephen Colbert and read it to everyone. She was tempted to leave off the last two bullets, because really, the rest of the list was ridiculous enough without making the Canadians and aliens rise up in nationalistic anger too, but it seemed important to get the full scope of insanity of the message across.

"I want you all to know that if the tone of this letter makes you angry, you're not alone. We've been trying to...reason with the school board--" which was one way to put 'threatening multiple forms of violence' "--so it's entirely possible that they won't come at all. But if they do, we wanted you all to be prepared for what tomorrow might be like. We just have to pretend for a day, and then things can go back to normal - the real normal that we have here."

Hopefully, the school would still be funded when that happened.

Community Center room, post-meeting

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"NO CAPES!" Edna Mode reiterated, shoving an extremely sulky Anakin Skywalker (and his new uniform) back into the hallway.

"But--"

"No butt, either, darling," Edna said, dusting her hands off, "which I imagine is why you tend to cover yours with that cape to begin with."

She cut off his squawk of protest with a wave. "Live in the now! And now is full of plaid and polyblend."

She turned to the next victim victim. "Next! Come now, don't keep everyone waiting!"

[OOC: Anakin modded with permission! Come on down and get fitted with your uniforms or have a "dress like a normal person for once" intervention for your townie! There'll be some SP in the afternoon but I promise to get to everyone!]

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper wasn't sure what use she and Blind Seer would be in the meeting at the town hall, so she'd decided that they would just go to work as normal.

Perhaps if they'd been preparing for a fight, she might have attended, but this 'school board'? She honestly had no idea what to make of it. And so, for the time being, was ignoring it.

Turtle & Canary, Sunday

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

It had been an exhausting year, looking for anything that could help him find home - and Cally. Dolf was beginning to lose the fragile hope he'd gained after Cally's letter last year; he was running out of books, and out of ideas.

He had his nose in another volume about time-travel he'd found lurking somewhere in the back of the library, skimming the pages, trying to find anything that applied to his situation. Nana had wandered further into the store, securing some random can of peaches to play with, but Dolf didn't pay her much attention.

His eyes flicked over the line, and Dr. Simiak perfected this design and went on to the next.

Then he paused.

Went back.

Reread, and Dr. Simiak perfected this design.

"Simiak! He exists!"

Nana gave him a pained look. He ignored it again, but for wildly different reasons this time.

[[ open, no ocd! ]]

Salutations- Sunday

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

Susan wasn't overly bothered by anything she'd heard at the meeting. If anything, she was surprised nothing like this had ever happened before. Then again, she'd spent most of her life accidentally hiding how abnormal she really was- and still did, for the most part- so perhaps she was biased. Or maybe it was just easier for her than it was for most people.

She did have Opinions on the uniforms, though. Opinions which should probably not be voiced in polite company. She'd deal with those tomorrow. Maybe by gouging out her eyes before getting dressed.

Of course, the temporary name change to the Devil's Nest while this was going on was something that would probably have to be explained to the boss who just so happened to be asleep during the day. And the DJ, who had begun work with a theme in mind, had been Spoken To and was now playing completely harmless bubble gum pop.

The Devi- Uh.

Salutations was open!


[Name change modded with permission, omg.]