Just outside the preserve- Thursday immediately after radio

[throughaphase]

Kitty had every intention of going to Clint's after radio, and his house wasn't far from the station. But you could take the girl out of the X-Men, but you couldn't take the X-Men out of the girl, and after the notes she'd read, she had to check out what was going on around the preserve.

She'd barely gotten near the outskirts of the preserve when the bullymong launched itself at her. She had no idea where it came from and luckily reflexively phased so that it came down on the ground rather than on her head or something. Because of that, Kitty probably got a little cocky, because after all, this thing couldn't actually touch her when she was phased, and that meant she could take this thing out by herself. All it took was for her to unphase to pick up a fallen branch, figuring she could use it as a weapon without killing it, and then the thing swiped her across the head with one of its giant feet claw things.

The next thing she knew, there was some weird pixel wormhole thing, and then she was standing somewhere else. She took a second to figure out where she was (ignoring the recorded voice saying, "Permanent death? Schmermanent...schmeath," which frankly should be the X-Men motto anyway), figured out that she probably wasn't far from the preserve, and ignored the voice in her head that kind of wanted her to process the whole dying thing in order to march right back to where she'd last seen the animal thing.

It wasn't a revenge thing, but this clearly wasn't a situation she wanted anyone else wandering into. She didn't care if the death thing was temporary. So when Kitty saw the bullymong hadn't gone very far, she grabbed the branch she'd wanted before, phased, and caught its attention so when it came back toward her, she could just stick the branch through the thing's head and let go, leaving the branch lodged in there. She'd feel worse about it if it hadn't just killed her.


[Like canon never kills her for like two minutes. Open!]

The Park, early Thursday morning

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie hadn't planned on spending the night hunting, but when she'd made her usual pass through the preserve, a small pack of something had attacked. It all went downhill from there. Or, if you were a vampire who ordinarily kept a very tight rein on your prey drive, it was actually a fun way to spend the night.

Tired, messy, and just a little hungry, Allie stopped near the pond as she made her way through the park and listened for anything unusual. The flamingos had to be protected after all.

[Open park!!!]

Kwik Stop | Thursday Afternoon

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

Isaac thought his little task was kind of dumb, but if he was more self-aware he'd realize it was fitting for his status as pack buttmonkey (a title he probably shared with Jackson). But, hey, he'd get first dibs on the good snacks and he brought Isabelle along so it was kind of like a date! A date to get Ho Hos and Snowballs. And possibly they'd get to punch people, which was always fun.

"I hope this place has those nasty microwave burritos. They're awesome."

[For the modded lady and some bad guys!]

Turtle & Canary, Thursday

[fix-it-guy.livejournal.com]

The store was still open, despite everything. Apu insisted, and Mike had to admit that he'd want the place to be here if any kids from the school needed anything.

The psychotic car-part-wearing maniacs were still across the street, and if anything their numbers had grown. That was going to be a problem. So far they had only approached the store in ones and twos, and were easy enough to take out, but Mike did not want to think about what would happen if they came in force. Especially since he wasn't going to be here for part of the afternoon.

He called the panda up to look out the window with him, and put a friendly arm around the large bear's shoulders. "Do you see those guys? Those are NOT good guys. They are mean, and they are nasty, and they are vicious killers. It is very important that none of them are allowed to enter the store. Do you understand me?"

The panda gave Mike a disinterested look.

Mike sighed tried a somewhat different tack. "I thought you liked hurting people? It is never going to be okay to go after the island's residents, but you have free reign to do whatever you want to these people."

Still no interest.

"You like Apu, right? He's your friend? If they get in, they will hurt him, and he can't defend himself very well."

A little flicker.

"If they get into the store, they will steal your cheese."

The panda snarled and gave Mike a nod. If those psychos tried anything, it would be ready.


Today's Squishy flavors: Cheddar, Butterscotch, Red


[Open and OCD-free]

Portalocity Office | 13 Griffin Way | Thursday

[playsforkepesh]

Sam was absolutely in the office today, regardless of the recent decline in people's attendance at their jobs all over town. The way she saw it, Portalocity certainly had its failings, but she still counted on this company being her best shot at getting off the island if she got spooked, and she wasn't discounting the possibility that that still might happen.

Although if she was really honest, she was kind of proud of herself for managing to make it through all the purple madness yesterday. (Literally.) Maybe she wasn't as inept in pressured situations as she'd thought.

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Around the Island, Thursday

[pandora-baddies.livejournal.com]

Ah, Thursday in Fandom. Business as usual – at least by this week's standards. Strange animals were still roaming the preserve in the north. And the psychos?

"BRING ME MY MEAT PUPPETS!"

Yep. Still there in the eastern parts of the island, stalking around along the streets.

And in the west, work continued on in the new quite heavily-guarded portion of the unexplored wooded area. Had anyone tried to go poke around there for things such as whether Hyperion had the Vault key... Well, they wouldn't have found much success. But plenty of bullets.

Hyperion people were getting a little tense, see.

[The full BDE map continues to be in effect!]

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Buffy had been aware enough of the events going on this week to know that she shouldn't wear clothes she had any particular attachment to when walking to work today. Sure enough, by the time she made it in she her shirt was torn, her jeans were dirty and there was splatter of what could have been blood drying on her coat. At least her hair still looked okay.

Now she was sitting at the bar, drawing a crude map of the island on a cocktail napkin. She had some patrolling to do later.

On the Outskirts of the Preserve, Thursday Afternoon

[fjordicswagger]

Crazy news broadcasts, monsters roaming in the woods, weapon vending machines... it was enough to make a Valkyrie's I-should-really-get-off-my-ass-and-do-something senses go off. Especially when that Valkyrie happened to be employed by the local police force.

This was not the first day Tamsin had been up and patrolling, but it was definitely the most extensive one so far. Crazy acid-spitting gun in her pocket, a couple of more... conventional fae weaponry hidden under her jacket, and an expression on her face that should send even the biggest Bullymong running if they got a look at it.

Yep, that was Tamsin today.

"Ugh," she muttered as her sweep brought her within sight-range of the preserve. "Thursdays."

[[ open, expecting one! ]]

Theodoric of York, Thursday night

[amthenight.livejournal.com]

The fighting wasn't really meant to go like this. Batman confronted a group of psychos on their way to the Kwik Stop, one thing led to another, and all of a sudden there was a brawl inside a beauty salon. Nail polish was used to obscure the eyes of the psychos' masks. One was half-drowned in a mud bath. One was locked in the sauna cranked on high. One was laying on a table and his massage was certainly not relaxing (although the knot in his back was definitely out).

Please don't ask what happened to the one with the wax.

When all was said and done, there were four psychos tied up and left on the roof of the building. And by the cash register was enough money for four deluxe spa packages, with a healthy tip.

That's how the Batman rolled.