Across Fandom, Wednesday Morning

[endsthegame]

It was early when they came. The crack of dawn, in fact. Darkness still touched the island in many places, and all seemed quiet...

...until a burst of fire chased the shadows away.

Then there was the flutter of wings. And more wings. And yet more. A whole swarm of them, not locusts or cicadas, no... jalapenos. Winged, fire-breathing jalapenos.

It was the fifteenth, not the fifth. They had overslept. They were angry.

[ establishy. happy jalapeno day. ]

Stark Industries, Wednesday, 5/15

[ultron_junior]

Some weeks, Victor was really glad to have his work shift. It was worth dodging (and zapping, though electrocution wasn't really the most effective vegetable-fighting mechanism) fire-breathing jalapenos to get to the shop, just to be in a place where he didn't need to think about Olive or Karolina or Gert or any of the other things on his mind. He could just be at one with the other machines.

He settled in to the day's projects, only occasionally looking up when a pepper aimed itself at the window. Cleaning the scorch marks off the glass was not going to be fun.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

Luke's, Wednesday

[lovemykilt]

So. There were flying, fire breathing jalapenos invading the island, today. You know what that means?

Today's specials
Enchiladas verdes
Ancho chile flan
Bottomless chips and salsa
now hiring! most shifts available!

Theme day.

Luke's was open.

A Rooftop as Well as the Streets of Fandom, Early Wednesday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

There were flying, fire-breathing jalapeños. Of course there were. Why wouldn't there be? What else could Natalie possibly have expected, coming back from Montreal around noon? Sam was edging towards a nervous breakdown, so why wouldn't there be chili peppers breathing fire and flying through the air, trying to hurt everyone?

And yet it was almost a good thing. Something to do. Natalie was already on the phone to Clint when she was making her way to the dorms. By the time she was coming back into town with her bow, it had already pretty much turned into a target practice field trip. Climb up high and try to shoot moving targets that could give you third degree burns if you let them too close.

And the view from the roof was... Kind of insane, yes. Seriously, who even thought of these invasions?

"This is just ridiculous."

[ooc: Archers assemble! This is mainly for the bows and arrows gang, but if you want to climb up too, or gawk, or need assistance down in the street, go for it! Up early for timezones, I will stop spamming the flist now.]

The Park, Wednesday evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

As a general rule, Allie really did try to follow a live and let live philosophy with the weirdness that was Fandom. On Wednesday that lasted long enough for one of the flying jalapenos to singe her hair. After that her sword was out and it was game on.

Vampires did not mess around with fire.

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

The jalapenos had gotten into the bar. This didn't mean too much beyond the occasional attempt at setting the DJ on fire. Which, all things considered, Derek had no issues with.

Subsequently, there was no music.

But there was the smell of burnt fabric. Derek was willing to let that one slide.