Wayne Foundation- Monday

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The gun machines still had Maddie really wary. She'd dealt with them before, but it just seemed like an extremely bad sign in a town like this.

She had no qualms about finding money boxes, though. She'd found two on her way to work and pocketed the cash, and she was spending her shift looking through organizations dealing with gun violence while being like thirty dollars richer, because she was young enough to not realize what a hypocrite she could be.

around town ; monday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was still avoiding the gun vending machines for the time being but the money boxes? Yeah, he was actively looking for those. When he realized that there were more than just a handful popping up, he couldn't even stop himself. It was easy money and he'd have been stupid to not take the golden opportunity.

Walking around town and looking for boxes of money even distracted him from that weird radio broadcast this morning. He still thought Handsome Jack had to be compensating for something since he'd put a freaking adjective in his name but Flick knew he had no room to talk. He'd named himself Flick, after all. But that was loads better than Handsome Flick or something even dumber.

With his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, Flick ambled down the streets casually. The boxes seemed to both appear in plain sight and hidden in not too hard to reach places. He swiped one that was half hidden by a random potted plant and opened it up. Ten bucks. Not too shabby.

Flick pocketed the money and moved on to find more.

[Open place in town, open post. Hey, someone had to go on a money hunt. Feel free to join.]

The Perk, Monday Morning

[nookiepowered]

Coffee was a need. Just a normal morning need to start with, but after the third time Bo inhaled tinsel as she walked down the street, it became a MIGHTY NEED. Like, a Thor-level MIGHTY NEED. Like a If People On This Island Are Going To Survive Any Encounter With Me Today There Had Better Be Caffeine And/Or Naked Thor And I Don't See Him Anywhere In The Immediate Vicinity MIGHTY NEED.

Yet another lungful of shiny silver strips right in front of the weird new vending machine outside the Perk so Bo had to grab onto it just to keep from falling on her ass in a coughing fit? Not a MIGHTY NEED.

"Do not tip or rock. Machine will not dispense free pro--"

Super-strength punching said weird new vending machine, though, that was a MIGHTY NEED. Maybe not Thor-level, but close.

"Da fucque?" Bo said to the gun that fell out into her hand.

That was French for I have a REALLY MIGHTY NEED for a triple peppermint mochaccino right now.

[OOC: A MIGHTY NEED.]

Luke's, Monday

[arsenicmauls]

The first thing Gert heard anyone say aloud this morning was an emphatic announcement by one of the cooks: "Cupcakes are dead. It's time for cup-pies."

What followed was a baking frenzy the likes of which Gert had never seen before. There were apple cup-pies. Cherry cup-pies. Chocolate-strawberry cup-pies. Pizza cup-pies -- actually those were bagel bites, and one of the cooks had gotten hungry. Lime-mango cup-pies. Even piña colada cup-pies.

Eventually it came to Gert to taste-test and judge a favorite, and she wrinkled her nose at the prospect.

"Personally I like normal-sized pies," she admitted. "But you guys have fun."

What's your favorite fruit? We'll put it in a bite-size pie.
It's gonna be delicious.

The Unexplored Wooded Area, All Day Monday

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Had anyone expected the godawful cacophonous noise from yesterday to be over and done with by today? They shouldn't have. And, if anyone had expected such an optimistic thing, their hopes were dashed today because yep, that noise just continued, with all its digging and beeping and various other sounds of heavy machinery.

Outside the dig site, combat engineers were patrolling the perimeter. Even though looked to be almost leisurely about it, and there weren't very many of them, trying to pass by them was inadvisable, unless you were one of the regular, be-exoskeletoned Hyperion workers passing through into the area. No, if you weren't wearing Hyperion yellow, it was best not to try going that way. It was for your own safety!

And you didn't want to get shot for your own safety, did you?

Thought not.

Even with all those machines in town. Yes, they were still there, and fully functional.

[ooc: This post is open for interactions with Hyperion employees! Only outside the dig site's perimeter, though. We really don't recommend trying to get inside.]

Turtle & Canary, Monday

[fix-it-guy.livejournal.com]

The whole Hyperion business was making Mike uneasy. Something was about to happen -- he could feel it in his gut. And not just the vibrations from the construction, although he could feel those, too, coming up through the floor.

If this were back in Albuquerque, he would have had a polite chat with this "Handsome Jack" by now, and he'd be well on his way to a plan to either negotiate with or wipe out Hyperion. This wasn't his turf, though, and his gut was also telling him he might be out of his league. He'd protect the store, and let someone else worry about the bigger picture.

Yesterday, Batman had brought up the very important point that the guns being sold in the vending machines might be sabotaged. He still HAD plenty, because they were big and impressive and packed more firepower than he would have thought possible, but he had to face the prospect of them failing to work, or backfiring, whenever Hyperion did whatever it was that it was planning.

So he spent the morning speaking in very soft, polite tones to his sporting goods suppliers, explaining to them that he needed more inventory, ASAP. It was probably overkill, but he put together a tale about hunting becoming suddenly popular at the school and laughed about it with the salespeople -- all it would take was one of them getting a little too suspicious and calling the ATF for his new life in Fandom to come crashing down.

Today's Squishy flavors: Preparedness, Peppermint, Red

Devil's Nest, Monday, 12/09

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had passed one of the new guns vending machines on his way to the club, and had stuck in a few dollars out of curiosity. He'd come away with a weapon that looked much more powerful than the handguns with which he was familiar.

It turned out that carrying a gun into a place that served alcohol -- even a place where you'd worked for well over a year -- looked more alarming than Jack had expected. He couldn't convince Tiny and the DJ to calm down, so he ended up locking the gun in a safe and twitching for the rest of the night. He knew the island was up to something, and he'd rather face it armed with more than his teeth.

[OOC: open post, no OCD.]

Demon Marcus - Monday [12/9]

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Hanna considered staying home today. She was pretty sure something wasn't right in Fandom. The gun vending machines were a big giveaway that something was off. Still, she was there, because she was dedicated to good fashion. Or something. That sounded profound to her.

The store was open anyway for anyone who needed clothing and accessories, or if they just kind of wanted to hide out from this latest...thing.

[open; no ocd]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi now had a gun. And Tino had a gun. And yet? Tino's gun was under the bar. And Kenzi's was on top of it.

That's right. Who was in charge? Exactly.

SPECIALS
Shotgun
Elephant Gun
Napalm Bomb

Stark Industries [afternoon]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

After some time poking around for boxes full of money and his own inate sense of self-preservation/paranoia, Cade had a fairly impressive pile of guns on his counter that he was taking apart, cleaning, and putting back together with way more proficiency than any teenager who wasn't in Fandom should have.

He'd help with yours too, for a small fee!