Our Lady of Fandom Church, Sunday

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Portalocity had no connections to Drac's Transylvania for at least two weeks. And this was even after he both attempted to bribe and threaten the person.

If there was no way to get back to the sanctuary that was the Hotel Transylvania, then Dracula would create a sanctuary here... And what better place than the church?

And so here he was. Somehow he had managed blankets, food, and drinks inside, so if anyone wandered by or happened to avail themselves of the New-U station outside the church, there was respite and safety for them inside these grounds.



[open!]

Caritas- Sunday

[throughaphase]

Right, so Kitty had no idea what had happened today, but she'd gotten to hit things and hopefully never had to hear Handsome Jack's voice again so she was going to call it a success.

And since they'd come to the end of a traumatic week, Kitty went to open the bar, just in case anyone felt the need to drink, or wtf, or stress that they hadn't had time to prep for finals.

Corner of Apocalypse Ave and Unicorn Street, Sunday, Midday-ish, Before the Finale

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Right. There was some big hoopla going on in the rest of town, and Dr. Girlfriend had been a supervillain long enough that she knew something about hoopla: to stay the fuck away from it. Someone else was making a play, and the town residents were fighting back. Not her fight. She had stayed cooped up in the hotel for the past several days, hoping that none of her store shipments had been damaged. The Sovereign would understand some breakage, but still, it looked bad.

Anyway. She was only poking her head out now because she'd heard about these amazing gun vending machines. And while she still wasn't interested in fighting the good fight -- though she was going to cheerlead whoever won -- she was definitely interested in acquiring new merchandise. Especially of the gun variety.

This machine was beautiful. Rocket launchers? Guns that shot acid?! She hoped she brought enough cash.

(Open!)

The Dig Site in the (Un)explored Wooded Area, Sunday Afternoon [BDE FINALE!]

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There wasn't a radio broadcast from Handsome Jack this morning. He'd said his piece last night, and today was just a waiting game. Hyperion's men were patrolling the town throughout the morning (and shooting errant psychos who were starting to roam further and further away from their original area) but other than that, Jack just let everyone stew in their own trepidation at what was perhaps to come.

But in the afternoon, Hyperion's yellow-clad employees began to quite firmly direct and escort everyone out to the wooded unexplored area. They did not check anyone for weapons – Jack thought it would be funnier if the good people of Fandom thought they could really still do something somehow – but they were very insistent that everyone came along.

And once they'd come along, they were finally taken past an awfully convenient New-U Station inside the Vault dig site's perimeter. It was a clearing, surrounded from all sides by those all-too-familiar Hyperion engineers. In the middle of it, there were folding chairs set out for an audience. (That was you, people of Fandom!) In the direction that the chairs were facing, a ceremonial ribbon separated the rest of the area from what had to be the Vault. Probably. There was a podium-like thing sticking out from a hole, although the hole didn't look like something that had taken a whole week to dig.

(It hadn't. There were other bits in the ground around the clearing that looked like they'd been smoothed over, which was because the Vault had seemingly kept moving underground. Very inconvenient. But Hyperion had caught it eventually.)

And right in front of the ribbon stood a man who looked like he didn't have a care in the world, dressed casually kind of like a classy space pirate, or something. If you'd seen one of those posters from yesterday and wondered what the random things on his chin and his forehead were? They seemed to be metallic clips… that were keeping his face in place. Yeah. This was Handsome Jack and he was indeed compensating for something.

"Welcome, people of Fandom," his voice boomed from the loudspeakers, once more or less everyone had gotten seated. "Now, I know you're all just dying to see me use the Vault key and discover what the Vault has in store for us all, but you'll have to wait for just a moment. Because I would like to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me an important lesson: just how incredibly pointless you small town bandits can be! I mean, it's amazing, really. So much energy spent on pointless pretending to be heroic in the face of a much awesomer power! Think of all the miserable county fairs you could have organized with all the energy you've stupidly spent on trying to stand up to me."

He... kind of went on for a while on that topic, berating them. Sorry, not sorry.

"–– and in conclusion, if you'll pardon my Truxican, that is why you suck. In my humble opinion. But enough with the speeches." He turned towards the ribbon separating him from the Vault. "I know what everyone's really here for!"

A Hyperion worker handed him a giant pair of scissors, and he cut the ribbon. And right there was your cue, Fandom. One last stand of utter chaos with a tiny bit of cunning tactics.

[ocd up! finale away!]

During the Finale Battle, Saturday Afternoon

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A bunch of loaders swarmed in front of the Jack double, obscuring him from view. They stomped forward towards the team on their metal feet, priming their weapons and chattering in their electronic voices.

"First Law disabled. Combat commencing."

Best do something, team.

( And here we have some people trying to hero it up for Fandom! )

[NFI.]

28 Sphinx, Sunday afternoon

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The whole island was wrapped up in this thing with Handsome Jack and the Vault. The thing was, it dawned on Mike that Handsome Jack wasn't his problem. And his problem wasn't going to be solved by whatever happened at the ribbon-cutting today.

So this morning he used a hacksaw to cut the trigger guard off of one of the Pandoran guns he'd bought. With that, and a shoulder strap fastened to the gun, it would work well enough.

He'd spent the rest of the day training.

What happened in the Psychos' nest while everyone else was off doing whatever with Hyperion could have been described -- not by Mike, of course, because he didn't talk like this, but by someone -- as the most awesome buddy movie ever.

When it was over, Mike brushed a bit of flaming Psycho guts out of the Cheese Panda's fur and patted it on the shoulder. "You did good, kid."