The Preserve, Saturday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

The plan had originally been for there to be working on Jackson's werewolfing skills this morning. As it was Derek Hale's School for Werewolves Who Can't Werewolf Good and Want To Learn To Learn To Not Be A Murder Lizard.

The best school around.

Of course, waking up to being unable to hear had put a sliiiight damper on that. But Derek wasn't going to let something like that deter him. So, he was waiting, glaring at everything in sight.

At least he could still smell.

[[So, so open]]

Luke's, Saturday

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

So, waking up to no noise had been nice. Then it had been freaky. Then it became annoying as all hell when he accidentally stepped on the damn panda.

Dean was just going to divide his time at the diner today between texting Bobby about deaf curses for an entire freakin' town and getting his weapons ready.

Look, papa Winchester didn't raise no fool. Just an emotionally stunted soldier. A+ parenting skills.

[[OCD Is cleaning guns!]]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai had slept in today. His alarm had gone off, and a good hour later he'd finally blinked awake of his own accord, looked at the time, and had even had a moment of the requisite 'oh shit, I'm late for work!' morning panic before realizing that the light on his watch was still on. The one that went off at the same time as the alarm sound. Weird, but he'd shrugged and turned it off, figuring his watch was broken and at the very least, sleeping in wasn't entirely his fault.

It was during the rest of his scramble to get ready that he realized that the problem was not his watch.

And it was during his attempt to find the clinic in town that Allie had once mentioned to him that he realized that the problem was not just with his ears.

So if anyone needed Nikolai today, they'd find him sitting shirtless at the desk at the arms, looking equal parts annoyed and bewildered as he attempted to hold a dishrag from the kitchen against a long bloody line of claw marks down his shoulder while writing a sign for the door that read:

Welcome To The Arms Hotel
You probably don't want to go out there today.
Guests have lunch half-off today.

Nikolai was almost thankful that everyone was suddenly and inexplicably deaf when Gunther came out to investigate the missing dishrag. His attempt at chewing Nikolai out via charades had been hilarious.

[Open!]

The Roof of The Boards, Saturday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

Normally, Jonothon would be decidedly more concerned about waking up deaf. Normally. But he'd lived on the island long enough to take actually waking up a certain way with a grain of salt, and seeing the monsters flying around outside through his bedroom window had actually been something of a relief when it came in conjunction with the total silence. After all, experience dictated that badness at the same time as another, different sort of badness was inevitably going to be temporary, either because the island got bored and righted itself in a few days, or because the residents of the island took it upon themselves to go out there and make things better.

And that was why Jono was standing up on the roof of the theatre today, clad in his long coat and keeping an eye on both the streets down below for unsuspecting passers-by in danger and the circling creatures up above. He didn't need to be able to hear in order to use his sonic tech, but the killer bird-people certainly didn't seem to care for it any.

He wasn't playing hero, though. He was venting war-related frustrations by protecting his home, and incidentally, the people living or walking near it. Not the same bloody thing at all.

[Open streets, open sky, open Boards!]

Across the Island, Early Saturday Morning

[fh-critters.livejournal.com]

It began with such an innocuous noise: ping, the sound of a small, overused, ancient gear finally giving up on itself. The gear had creaked and labored and turned all this time, and now it was through. The ping was a 'dent', and then the ping became a thunk as the gear fell to the floor.

Then the grinding started. It wasn't an encouraging noise, more like sand being pushed through a very delicate machine. The grinding kept going for a few moments more, and then there was a sigh... and then no noise at all.

At five AM in the morning, Fandom Island fell completely silent - at least for anyone with the capacity to listen.

Which was a shame, because the mob of half-human half-bird wak-wak flapping their way across from Ingvar Island had a tendency to scream very loud indeed.

[[ welcome to your invasion! npc request post is here, info post is here ]]

Streets of town- Saturday afternoon

[solo_sword]

It was Jaina's danger sense that had woken her up this morning rather than an alarm, which was a good thing since she wouldn't have heard it anyway. The deafness didn't freak her out too much, either. When you spent more than half your life in whatever war was going on, it was probably unreasonable not to get deafened by an explosion at least once. That had been more of a muted, ringing in the ears type of thing, though, where this was just a total absence of sound.

Despite this, when she saw the flying thing outside her window this morning (she made sure it was not around for long) she'd decided to grab her lightsaber and head into town to take some of them out, because who needed hearing anyway?

It was possible she'd been through like, way, way, way too many invasions by now.


[Open!]

Stark Industries, Saturday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

This was definitely not the way Jessica expected to start the day. She barely realized there was anything wrong as she made her way into work, at least until her spider-sense alerted her to the vampires silently swooping down to take a bite from her tasty neck flesh.

Long story short, she found herself shoving a couple of webbed up wakwaks into the back room here at Stark's and locking the hell out of it before cleaning up a few fresh cuts. Once she was cleaned up a bit, she put up a sign on the door to the back room saying "VAMPIRES! DO NOT OPEN!"

The Park, Saturday night after sunset

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Waking up deaf had been unsettling, but since it was something that didn't normally happen to vampires, Allie was going to bet it was something island related.

She'd been crossing the park on her way to check in with people when the first creature attacked with a lucky strike from the rear.

Vampire speed and a very sharp sword made sure that was the only time it got lucky.

Realizing that something was invading, Allie found a clear spot and waited with her sword drawn. Apparently it was a good night for a hunt.

Abandoned House on the New Side of Town, Saturday

[endsthegame]

Ender hadn't been caught by surprise by any of the invaders: he'd noticed them flying past his hotel room window that morning. He'd planned to stay indoors as he usually did for these things-- he really had. Ben had been - and would be - out on errands all day and Ender had no way of defending himself that wouldn't end badly.

(Not necessarily for him, but badly none the less).

And yet... these things looked vicious and many of Ender's students weren't fighters, or at least didn't advertise the fact. Not only that, but while one side of the town had enough residents to offer shelter to any stragglers, the newer side didn't.

So Ender had grabbed some food and water and other supplies and headed out, navigating the streets as fast as he could while being as unnoticeable as he could possibly make himself. It worked, though certain people probably wouldn't approve; he made it to an empty house with an unlocked door across town. He snuck inside, putting his supplies down, then sat down by the door and peered out the window.

It was entirely possible no one would be stupid enough to come this far. Ender didn't know. Inside, though, he was safe, and at least this way, he'd feel like he was actually doing something.

[[ open! ]]

Needful Things | Saturday Night

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was a goddamn idiot, that was sure. He knew she should have stayed inside, he knew it, but he hadn't. The whole total deafness thing was disconcerting but the weird things flying around the island? Yeah, they took the cake and yet, Flick had gone against his own set of rules and gone outside. He didn't even have a reason. He'd just gone outside like a dumbass. He wasn't going out to try and fight anyone or save lives or anything, he'd just...been bored. Yeah.

He'd made it into town without any of the strange wak-waks trying to kill him but his luck had run out when night had fallen and he couldn't see the things moving in the dark. He'd nearly walked into one of them and he was so damn glad everyone was deaf so they couldn't hear the startled yelp he'd let out.

And he'd never been so thankful for the stint at military school because it meant he could run and he could run fast. But, the wak-wak could fly and Flick knew he was never going to make it back to the dorms so he ducked into the closest shop he could and slammed the door shut.

The wak-wak hit the door with a solid thump and Flick stared at the creature for a few long seconds before the wak-wak flew away. Flick was alone with the shop owner. He looked around and found himself surrounded by old things.

This was super duper.

[Open post if you wanna take refuge in the antique shop]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, August 17th

[nookiepowered]

You'd think being deaf and having to fight off flappy, sharp-clawed Death From Above would get Bo down, but once she realized it wasn't just her and thus pretty likely to blow over whenever Fandom got bored with watching them all play charades, the upsides kicked in.

Flappy Death From Above upside: though French-kissing somebody with a foot-long prehensile tongue was nowhere near as hot as certain Dear Playbeing letters might suggest when said somebody was a spitting, slavering, monster with horrible breath whose idea of foreplay involved ripping off your head and using your heart as a Capri Sun bag, Flappy Death From Above was completely succubust-able, and just brimming with yummy, yummy chi. Three Whatevertheshithosethingswere later, Bo wasn't sure her eyes would ever stop glowing.

Deafness upside: the newest DJ arrived bearing a stack of One Direction CDs and a t-shirt that said LARRY 4EVA in glittery pink letters, and Bo and her glowy blue eyes gave exactly zero fucks.