The Unexplored Wooded Area, Crack of Dawn Sunday

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It started with a humming.

Then the humming became a crackling.

Then the crackling became a loud, cacophonous noise, the snapping of branches and the beeping of various enormous machines as they dug chunks of unexplored wooded area out of the unexplored wooded area.

The noise started, but it didn't stop. In fact, as the day wore on, it got louder and more annoying. Not that any of the workers cared: many of them had had their eardrums surgically removed. Saves on health insurance. Also a big side-effect of overuse of Hyperion firearms, but who was going to warn Fandom about that?

Certainly not the vending machines themselves, which sprung to life around the same time and with only slightly lower decibel-levels of noise. "HYPERION. NOTHING TAKES DOWN A BANDIT QUICKER. HYPERION WEAPONRY. HELL, I'D MAKE BUYING THEM MANDATORY. CAN I DO THAT? WE APPRECIATE YOUR BUSINESS. HYPERION MAKES THE BEST! (I'll be surprised if you can afford it.)" And, occasionally, if a cat or a human strayed too close: "HOO HOO WHERE ARE YOU GOING? You still have money left, pal."

At least the newly-activated New-U stations were quiet.

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Demon Marcus, Sunday

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You had better believe that Sparkle had spent most of his morning before work poking around for those little lockboxes full of money. For the first two, he'd been half-convinced it was some sort of trap, but when nothing happened he decided to chalk it up to Fandom whimsy, and he went right to town. It was after a couple of hours of this that he finally let the loud, obnoxious vending machine draw him over. There was no way there were actual guns in there, right? Not with one of those things sitting in the lobby of the dorms and all?

It was pure curiosity that had him slipping some money into the machine - it wasn't like he couldn't just find more later if it was a waste - to see what the machine was really vending.

... Evidently, it was vending guns. Weirdly enough, Sparkle hadn't seen that coming. And... it was a gun. He couldn't just throw the thing in the garbage can or something, that would've been stupid, so now he was spending his shift at Demon Marcus sitting at the counter, giving paranoid glances at the backpack at his feet. The one he'd tucked the revolver into until after his shift, when he'd just take it to the weapons store in town or dump it in the weapons locker or abandon it at the shooting range or...

He had no freaking clue. But this was way too damn weird for him to want anything to do with it, that was for certain.

[Open!]

The Perk, Sunday morning

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Batman had been out so late last night doing work in Baltimore that he technically ended up being out early. So when the Batwing dropped him off in front of the Perk (literally dropped him, since he loved flashy entrances so much) before autopiloting away, certain changes had already taken place around town.

That's why before going in to get some coffee, Batman left a note on the gun machine.

Remember: The only thing more dangerous than a gun is me.
-Batman

After getting his coffee, Batman took a seat by the window. And he watched. He might have a few words about gun safety with anyone who decided they really needed a gun right then and there.

[OOC: C'mon, I had to. Open, especially to anyone who wants a lecture!]

Rehearsal: Jekyll & Hyde, The Boards, Sunday Evening

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If Drac was a wee bit cranky today, it was quite possibly the noise that was leaking through the walls and interfering with his attempts to get the NPC chorus and music to properly sync up today. Everyone seemed to be gabbing on about money lying about, and since the noise from outside had gotten steadier over the day, the sounds inside the Boards had increased in volume as well to compensate. And it was not the pleasant noise of a rehearsal.

"I thought theaters were meant to be sound efficient," he mumbled as he rubbed his forehead, another headache starting already. Well, at least the sets were ready and in position? And the costumes had arrived back from the cleaners?

Yes! The show must go on! And so, Drac was puttering about and trying to get things done as the players came in.

When enough of them assembled, "Greetings everyone!"

"My apologies for both the noise and for missing last weeks rehearsal. Let's do our best today. You are all doing very well and the show next week will certainly reflect that. I cannot wait for your friends and family to see how far you've all come. Now, lets get to work."

"Last week you worked on blocking. I hope you remember your movements, because today you are doing them in costume." He waved at racks of dry cleaning bags, each tagged with a character name. Of course, Drac's lack of actual Theatre experience meant he hadn't known to check the costumes that came back from the laundry... so, enjoy what you find in those bags, peoples.

"Let's see. Do we have the players for act one...?"


[open! OCD in a moment up!]

Stark Industries, Sunday

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It was just a quiet day in Fandom for Jessica. Get into work, mess around a little with a surveillance program she was working on to get more information on Roxxon, have somebody bring in a strange gun the likes of which she had never seen before with a complaint about it jamming....

Wait. That last one was new. She didn't usually like turning away business, but she couldn't really justify fixing a random person's sniper rifle with acid bullets. That just seemed like a mistake.

[OOC: Open!]