Streets of Fandom, Early Tuesday Morning

[justadeserter.livejournal.com]

Don't ask him how he got out.

Just don't ask.

Atton was kind of wishing that whatever it was that was keeping him alive would've bothered getting him stitched up too, instead of stumbling around Fandom's streets with his hand pressed to one stab wound and half his shirt wrapped around another.

One hand pressed against the walls to keep him steady, he slowly limped his way down towards the causeway. If he could just get out before anyone noticed him, he could always collapse onto a doctor late--

His hand found nothing but sheer air and he went tumbling into a dumpster, his balance gone.

Great.

[[ open. ]]

The Perk, Tuesday morning

[willbevengeance.livejournal.com]

Bruce had a late night in one of his hidden workshops in his apartment (he had three... look, it was a large apartment!) working on some weapons. He'd heard about the plan for detention this weekend. He wasn't sure yet how that plan would affect his cover (maybe even rendering it needless), but it was a potential game-changer. So he needed to be prepared.

Unfortunately, being an up-and-coming figure in the Umbridge High regime meant he couldn't really afford to sleep in after a late night. He needed to be out, active, and awake in the daylight. And that meant a trip to the Perk, where Bruce could caffeinate himself while apparently working on lesson plans. That work would probably go a little more smoothly if the barista weren't in the background singing about the specials of the day. He had to give her some credit. At least she wasn't lazily using things ending in "-cino" for her rhymes.

[OOC: Open, although I will be slow due to work!]

The Beach, Early Morning

[tangledpaths.livejournal.com]

It was early morning and Savannah had gone for a run on the beach. She had an intense work-out routine that she kept to and she always ran along the beach at the same time every morning. She liked being out when the sun was first starting to rise over the ocean and she could smell the breeze and feel the ocean spray against her legs.

After the run, she took the time to walk along the beach toward the town so that she could cool off and get her mind focused on her plans for the day.

She certainly didn't expect to feel a force bolt slam into her side and push her towards the water.


[[OOC: Open.]]

Stark Industries, Tuesday, July 24

[isvictorious.livejournal.com]

Victor really shouldn't have been surprised that a stereo in the store was singing at him as he came in. The devices in the repair shop turned themselves on all the time; Victor usually just tried to ignore it so he could concentrate on his private work.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata ahoo Hima de
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu wo Shiri tai

But when he felt compelled to jump in with a verse of his own --

You're wondering who I am
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
Machine or mannequin
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
With parts made in Japan
(Secret, secret, I've got a secret)
I am the modern man

I've got a secret, I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling
My brain I.B.M., so if you see me
Acting strangely, don't be surprised

-- that was a tad more unusual, especially as there was a herky-jerky robot dance involved that Victor just found tacky.

And who the hell was Kilroy?

He puzzled over that as he hooked himself into a national defense network and started scanning for any vulnerabilities Victorious might be able to take down one day. It was always good to be prepared.

[OOC: Open. OCD fled because it's embarrassed to be seen with someone who sings Styx.]

JGOB, Tuesday Morning

[stillajackass.livejournal.com]

Before a morning of harassing the citizenry and making sure they were keeping in line, a demon needed a hearty breakfast. So Bel was stopping for JGoB for some sustenance.

Of course, Fandom had other ideas, and as he reached for the door to pull it open, ( he just had to pause and break into song: )

A lesser man might have facepalmed. Bel just shrugged and smirked when he was done. Accurate.

[ooc: Open! Though I'm at work with a sore hand so SP might be a thing. FYI Bel is pretending to be loyalist, but a select few know he's actually Team White Hat. If you want to know just poke me first to make sure it's all good.

(And yes, he did do the appropriate dance moves. ;) ]

The Streets of Umbridge Island, Monday Night

[truekindofsith.livejournal.com]

The weirdness with today's radio notes had left Cara twitchier than usual. Doubly so given the squirrels had denied responsibility even with the offered bribes of rum. Which left some idiot newbie trying to pull a something as the most likely culprit.

And someone stupid enough to try that was stupid enough to try and be out after curfew to prove a point, was stupid enough to get caught, and was likely to spill under pressure. So Cara was out patrolling for stragglers, in the hopes she was the one who ran across any such geniuses first. If the fear of Umbridge wasn't enough to make them keep their wits about them and not risk everyone's necks for meaningless pranks, maybe fear of her would.

[Open!]

Abandoned Warehouse District, Tuesday Afternoon

[hooraycivilwar.livejournal.com]

Ben had not come back to the dorms last night. Nor had he answered any of Tony's calls or text messages. It was almost like he was in an entirely different country!

So, that would be why Tony was skulking around one of the warehouses, looking for any clues to where he could have been taken. Or, god help them, killed. He crouched down, looking at what looked to be an old anti-personnel mine. Well, that totally boded well for him.

In all his concentration to disarm it, he didn't notice that he was singing right away:

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds... oh lord yeah

...so, it was one of those days, was it?

[[Open, of course!]]

The Streets of Fandom (sort of), Tuesday Afternoon

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Some people liked to be very showy when they went on patrol, to frighten and intimidate people with their presence. That had never been Clint's style, and Umbridge's influence hadn't changed things. He still saw better from a distance, and that meant patrolling the streets from rooftops, hiding and staying out of sight while monitoring for unusual activity. After all, people were far more likely to do something they shouldn't if they didn't know he was there, and if he stopped people from misbehaving before they started, well, he'd be very bored indeed.

[Open!]

Community Center Class: How to Break Minds & Influence People

[cold_hard_heart]

Emma was at the front of the room, dressed all in white as usual. Thank goodness summer was almost over, and she could return to New York and the Hellfire Club when this was finished.

"Fear," she said crisply, raking her eyes over the assembled students. "If you don't possess metahuman abilities or magic, it's the best way of making new friends and shaping the way they see things."

"Once upon a time, during the Victorian era, women were not allowed to show ankles or elbows, because it was deemed indecent. That just made people want to see more. Fear works much the same way; if they know the extent of how far you'll go or what you can do, there is no more reason to fear. If you keep something just out of sight, and they know you're holding back, their imaginations will run wild with what they think you can do."

"I have an advantage that I can reach into someone's mind and see what their greatest fear is and turn it back against them as easily as breathing. But what do you do when you don't have my talents? How do you find fear, and how do you exploit it?"

[OCD UP]

The Umbridge Arms, Tuesday

[boobs-and-heart.livejournal.com]

Mary was not having a good day. Gunther had gone missing again. He had never really picked a side, but he knew that she was hiding Resistance members in the hotel and never said a word about it. Mary could only hope that he continued to keep his mouth shut if he fell into the hands of Loyalists.

For now, all she could do was remain calm and see what information she could get from the Loyalists who thought that she was their friend. As she pondered who to go to, she started to sing:( ... )

Of course it had to be another one of those days.

Welcome to the Umbridge Arms!
Today's Specials
Stilton Cauliflower Soup
Shepherd's Pie
Sticky Toffee Pudding

Caritas- Tuesday

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

After seeing the paper, Kitty was definitely looking forward to Saturday, and really looking forward to hearing whatever details people had. So she was definitely in a better mood today, even if she was still going back and forth between the restaurant and bar.

She was also sort of hoping no one like, sang the plans to the loyalists or whatever, but she was going to have to cross her fingers on that one.


[Again, some SP at work but dude, I've got nothing better to do so ping.]

A Hidden Warehouse Basement, Late Tuesday Afternoon

[hunting-harpy.livejournal.com]

Let it never be said that the Surreal dealt with boredom well.

She'd just shifted to this particular hideout, and there were a few other resistance members milling about as stuff got moved around and people settled in.

"Booooooored," she sang, glaring balefully at the sliver of sunlight that made its way in through a crack in the floor. Her fingers compulsively over her knives checking the sharpness. It would be hours before it would be dark enough for her to go out - IF she could go out, after Cara not pulling her punches last night.

"I don't know how much longer I can--"

...why did her throat feel fuzzy?

"I mean--"

She hadn't even eaten today! Why did it feel like something was trying to crawl out her throat?

"We're...?"

We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it anymore!

Oh, Darkness. It was one of THOSE things. Someone shoot her now, before she starts dancing.

[OOC: OPEN RESISTANCE SING ALONG! JOIN IN WITH SOME TWISTED SISTER, and any other riot songs!]

The streets of Fandom, Tuesday afternoon

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Echoing out from a back alleyway came the sounds of a tortured soul in pain. And accompanying the singing was the even more painful sound of a dog howling mournfully.

( Emopainscreaming is cut for language )

Leon looked around warily, hoping that he hadn't attracted any loyalists. "Sometimes I hate this island."

[Open!]

The streets of Fandom- Tuesday evening

[doesntpatent.livejournal.com]

There were parts of the whole loyalist thing that Annie liked, and parts she didn't. Visiting detention was a minus because it was sad that so many people had to get punished because they just couldn't follow some rules, while the feeling that she was doing something worthwhile was a plus. The feeling of superiority was the biggest plus, really. Seriously, it was huge.

One of the pluses was patrol. It was just like taking a walk, but with rules to enforce. What was bad about that? So Annie was out tonight, walking the streets of town, ready to take down those who weren't doing what they were supposed to.

While humming, for some strange reason.


[Loyalists represent. Open to anyone who wants to run into her!]

The Streets Near The Warehouse District | Tuesday Evening

[doesntbetray.livejournal.com]

Okay. So.

Getting shot at was, as any sane person would fairly assume, really, really horrible. And having to limp your way to hiding right after being shot? Even more horrible. Seriously.

So now Alec had no bow, there was an arrow stuck in his shoulder that he knew better than to yank out but he really really really wanted out of there, and he had quite a bit of ground to cover, in the dark, before he could get to the warehouse where he'd stashed his stuff -- and most importantly, his stele, which was the thing that could actually heal his bloody mess of a shoulder.

That would be a lot easier to do if he wasn't stopping every so often to lean on a wall, shut his eyes, and pep-talk himself in suspiciously melodic murmurs.

By the Angel. Really? Now?

Wonderful.

[[open! 'specially for resistance folks who might wanna help him out, 'cause, you know. bleeding and all. FB-resistance-only, please!]]

Cafe Luke's, Tuesday

[inthefreezr.livejournal.com]

"Oh your poor little thing." Vincent was going through his dwindling food stocks, checking on what he might possibly manage to order in, and what was a lost cause. He held up the last little roma tomato still clinging to just-ripe-enough and held it up to the light. "Look at you, all alone. Just what are we going to do with you?"

Sing, of course.

( Hang On, Little Tomato )

Vincent sighed as the song came to a close. He lowered the tomato and looked around.

"Well," he said. "That was weird."

Today's special:
Tomato bisque

Luke's was open.

Selkie Cove, Tuesday Afternoon

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, being in town got to feeling claustrophobic. Too many people with too many loyalties, all crowded together, dancing on eggshells while they pretended one thing and felt another...It all got so tiresome after awhile. After awhile, Karla felt on edge, jumpy; and needed to retreat somewhere to gather herself again. The park in town was a bad idea; it was part of the rounds of several of the regular patrollers. And the Preserve was also out. Not only was it in the heart of Umbrage's territory, it was also where Karla had her secret vegetable garden. Which meant she limited her visits there as strictly as possible; the last thing she needed was to attract the wrong kind of attention by sneaking in there too often.

So instead of the obvious places, when Karla escaped the town, it was usually to somewhere on the edge of the island, where she could look at the sea and dream of home or, at least, happier times. Back where there had been happier times, anyway, like brief flashes in the dark.

Usually, Karla was silent when she snuck away to center herself. Today, however, Fandom intervened. As it occasionally did.

Dammit, Fandom.

"Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you...

The impulse to sing left her and she stood there, wrinkling her nose. "That's bullshit," she announced to no one in particular. "I'm not about to die for a lack of anyone."

[For one in particular, but open for anyone else wandering by, Resistance or Loyalist! Also, you saw nothing a moment before. *Waggles fingers*]