All Over The Island, Saturday Morning

[lockestheway]

The blasted heath was really enjoying itself now. Having turned everything in the campgrounds to ashes, it now spread to cover the park in full, twisting its creatures into grotesque shapes. Even sand on the beach had greyed, and tiny crabs were both growing bigger and more fearsome.

The taint climbed up the walls, destroying ivy and mosses that might have rested on them. It would take time for the rock and cement to grow brittle and crumble, but it would not be more than a few days before even the buildings of Fandom Town would submit, and turn to ashes.

The heath now reached its tendrils slowly into one direction. The dorms, once so far away, coming ever closer to its reach.

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Things were happening soon, so Bruce was up bright and early to get some extra practice in with some of his weapons. He stalked an area in the unexplored wooded area that seemed free of any creatures before deciding it was safe enough and settling in for target practice with throwing stars and bolas. The monsters were strong, but if he could tie up some to give one of Fandom's own heavy hitters a shot, that would be worth it.

After a few minutes of throwing things at trees, Bruce heard a noise. A twig snapping. Before he could duck behind a tree, a mutated teal deer was charging him. He grabbed a throwing star and threw it at the deer's neck as he leaped out of the way of the charge. The deer cried in rage and pain, but it didn't bring it down the way Bruce had hoped.

He got back to his feet quickly, but a second deer was upon him, ramming into him from behind and knocking him to the ground. It stalked toward him, reared back, and prepared to stomp down on him when he rolled onto his back and threw a flash grenade against the ground. The deer stumbled back, blinded, as Bruce pushed himself to his feet. He wasn't fast enough, though, as the first deer had returned to ram him into a tree with so much force that he was knocked out.

Bad time to go to sleep, Bruce.

[exboywonder.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, Bruce wasn't the only person who'd come out to this area to hone his skills a little while there was time. A large, three-pronged boomerang embedded itself into the deer's back before a streak of black dropped from a tree with a shoulder tackle.

Nightwing rolled to his feet quickly and spotted the second deer, which seemed to be comprehending shapes again. Nightwing grabbed a bola that Bruce had dropped, and when the deer started to charge him, he dove to the side and threw the bola at the deer's feet, tripping it up and sending it diving to the ground.

"Okay, I think we're done here. But thanks for playing along, guys!" Nightwing called as he sprinted toward the downed Bruce. He dropped a few smoke pellets to cover the escape as he grabbed Bruce, threw him over his shoulder, and hurried toward the businesses on Serendipity Place. He'd just hide Bruce in the back of the joke store for now. That should keep him out of trouble while everything went down.

[not_tylerdurden]

A shambling, slavering monster stalked the streets, back bent, hands curled into claws, features twisted into a grotesque parody of human form as it searched for its prey.

Of course, Calvin wasn't actually infected. At all. But try telling him that.

[dollpocalypse]

Maybe Calvin wasn't infected. But his doppelganger really was.

Which was why, upon spotting Calvin, Topher-monster growled, low in his throat, and made a valiant attempt at raking his claws down Calvin's face. Just because.

[not_tylerdurden]

That wasn't very polite. Only years of dealing with Hobbes's sneak attacks kept Calvin from a faceful of claw.

Instead of doing the sensible thing and running away, Calvin growled back, which sounded much less dangerous than Topher's growl.

Yes, Calvin, get yourself killed, there's a brilliant plan.

[dollpocalypse]

The lack of self-preservation probably came with the meatsuit; only days ago Topher had been happily poking away at the rock without a care in the world.

Topher squinted at him, then growled back, this time louder as if trying to show Calvin just how tough he was. For once.

And then he brought those claws up and tried to give Calvin's shoulders a good shove to the ground.

[not_tylerdurden]

No, Calvin would probably be like this even if he was actually infected. He was kind of special like that.

He hit the ground. Hard. Snarling and glaring, he pushed up off the ground and went to tackle Topher tiger-style. As you do.

[heromaniac]

Momoko hadn't managed to make it into the dorms last night, and if she could see herself, she'd probably be glad of that. Sometimes. When she wasn't sniffing the air and wondering why the MEAT seemed so easy today. She wasn't so much hungry now as bored, and she kicked at the carcass at her feet, irritated.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully had a squirrel cornered. A regular squirrel, not a Pirate Radio squirrel. Good thing, or those guys would never let her live down what was about to happen next.

[heromaniac]

What actually happened was a very bored Momoko rushed through, swooping the squirrel up and away. Now she stood a few feet away, dangling the squirrel by the tail, swinging it in and out of Scully's reach, smiling.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Scully snarled after that much English. "MINE!"

And a run and a pass at the squirrel, aiming to grab its tiny ears.

[heromaniac]

"Heh" Momoko tossed it in the air, then jumped after it and over Scully, landing on her feet on the other side of her, the squirrel still in her possession. "Yours?" she growled, amused finally.

[glacial_queen]

Karla left the dorms to head to the campgrounds to get with that whole 'saving the island, healing the land, disinfecting her friends' thing. All of which would be good, if only the island, land, and friends were being a LITTLE MORE COOPERATIVE about being saved, healed, and disinfected.

Fortunately, someone had learned a lesson from the last time she'd come out and was venturing out from the protection of the dorms with her shields up, a short sword at her hip, and her bladed sticks at the ready.

No two-bit teal deer with an attitude was going to get the drop on her today.

[heromaniac]

Bored bored bored bor... ooooh.

Momoko sank to her haunches and watched for a moment. Would this one be fun prey? It looked like it would, walking so confidently while smelling so tasty. But then Karla had always seemed a bit overconfident to Momoko when it came to fighting.

Wait... "Karla?!" Momoko fought back the urge to jump out and ATTACK.

[glacial_queen]

Only because Momoko had never seen Karla when she was able to truly let loose. Her powers kind of skewed towards 'lethal' and it took a lot more effort to keep from accidentally killing someone.

Which, unfortunately, was still the case, considering that monster sounded a lot like, "MOMOKO?!?"

[heromaniac]

Oh, Momoko didn't doubt the power, just the finer wielding skills. Like, you know, avoiding 'lethal'.

Momoko emerged from the brush, tail dragging behind her. Please to be ignoring the blood and bits of flesh that hadn't fallen off during her last fight. And the grey skin. And the odd shaped skull. And claws. "It's me! I'm... I'm fine! You're okay, right? You smell okay."

[weldedtomyspine]

Now Jaime knew Momoko could take care of herself. Usually. But weird things were going on, and Radio was being about as helpful as it usually was, so, well, he was a bit worried.

Enough to suit up and do a patrol, at least.

He was hovering low because the Scarab seemed to have problems differentiating people the way it usually did. They all tended to blend together as just plain wrong.

[heromaniac]

There was a grey and red blur racing across the Heath after an Alot. Or what had once been an Alot. Soon it wouldn't even be an ex-Alot, though, the way Momoko was gaining on it. Mmmmm. Meat after a good run? Totally awesome.

[weldedtomyspine]

It was the red that drew Jaime's eye. It was, after all, a distinctive shade of the color with which he was very familiar.

He swooped in for a close look despite the fact that the grey was all wrong.

Right?

[heromaniac]

Oh no, it was totally right!

Ah! The arrival of something from the sky totally distracted Momoko from her chase, and she skidded to a stop, spinning to face the new thing, growling lightly.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

So, okay, Kenzi was bundled up in three layers of leather, with a saucepan strapped to her head, and a knife duct-taped to the top of her wrist and a baseball bat she'd finally tracked down and high-tops for running away, and she was looking for Bo.

Look, she never claimed to be a genius, Peter.

[nookiepowered]

You know what they say about looking for trouble, Kenz? It'll find you.

Especially if you smell like dinner and wander around in the decaying woods like somebody blonder and more trashily dressed in part thirteen of a past-its-prime horror franchise.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi whipped the baseball bat around. "Who's there?"

... now everyone knew she was. Oh man, she was stupid!

[nookiepowered]

Bo hissed and ducked out of the club-thing's range. That was kind of an answer, since English was a faint, muddy memory, but in case it wasn't clear enough, she followed that up with a growl and a lash of her tail.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

The bat sagged as Kenzi stared, eyes huge. "Bo?!" She gaped, then: "You look like total shit!"