Fandom Post Office, March 25 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine wasn't sure why she'd even bothered to come in to work this morning, what with the river of lava that had been flowing through her neighborhood (such as it was) and the dinosaurs and Vikings and whatnot running about. She knew all kinds of ways to get around the island, that was true, but today had stretched her creativity to the limit.

. . . and mostly, she was here now because she didn't care to go back out into all that. Here, and rifling through absolutely everything in the post office to see if she could improvise a weapon of some sort.

No, she wasn't stupid enough to go out and try to fight the things, but she did have an interest in keeping them the hell out of here, didn't she? Speaking of which, she pulled out her phone and laboriously picked out a quick text message to Cosette: it's interesting out today isn't it but don't be stupid. She didn't expect it to make a difference, really.

[OOC: Open post, amazingly OCD-free for once.]

Near the Abandoned Warehouse District, Very Early Tuesday Morning

[erasesdebts.livejournal.com]

Booker couldn't find her. Again.

Was someone keeping her from him again? Comstock... he thought he'd dealt with Comstock. But there was always another one. Well, he wasn't going to stick around and play ball this time-- if he couldn't find Anna here, he'd find her somewhere else.

He'd stopped caring about that a while ago. Stopped caring about the nosebleeds, too. They didn't stop, but they also didn't bleed out, so who cared?

He found a rift outside one of the old warehouses, the air humming with heat and promise. Shoved his hands in and pulled, ready to step through...

... Except it didn't open the right way this time. It snapped back like an elastic. Instead of letting him step through, something poured out-- shit, something was pouring out. He leaped back just in time as the lava came running through, pooling a little further down below.

Then the rift widened, and more came pouring through, and he had to make a run for it as enormous jaws nearly snapped around his head. He fired a shotgun blast into the giant lizard's mouth, but it did little; the rift widened further, the lava pool swallowed one warehouse whole and the ground shook as another dinosaur ripped its way onto the island.

After that, they just kept coming. The trolls came right after the dinosaurs. And after them, another rift opened, spilling forth angry Vikings, their weapons held high, and suddenly a house on Godiva street was just gone, replaced by a pit that went down for miles.

But Booker didn't stay around to watch 'em. Booker was moving again. Booker needed another damned rift.

[[ NFB, but you're welcome to notice Booker dashing across the island. there are now dinosaurs, trolls and vikings roaming the streets and a lava river running through the Abandoned Warehouse District. ]]

The Park, Tuesday morning

[14andseven]

Roland the street vendor was out and about early as usual, pushing his crepe and baguette cart through the quiet park to the sound of zydeco playing on the stereo he hung from the side of the cart.

"Fresh crepes!" he called, in a really kind of extraordinarily terrible faux-Quebecois accent.* "French breads! Our flavors are magic!"

* He felt the accent lent authenticity to his business model. Plus, the ladies all loved the French, right?

[ooc: how could I resist an opportunity to have this guy flee from an invader? Open to non-invaders, as well, for all your morning park needs!]

Caritas-Tuesday

[throughaphase]

You know what was cathartic after months of the island being stupid when you'd Had It weeks ago? Beating up Vikings. Beating up Vikings was tooootally cathartic. Kitty had spent a good part of her day out trying to deal with those and the dinosaurs wtf, and came to Caritas partly for a break and partly to put up a sign.

SANCTUARY SPELL IN EFFECT
ANY VIOLENCE GETS YOU ZAPPED OUT

At the very least if people were out, they had somewhere safe to hang out.

[No OCD due to phone posting but open!]

Former Hyperion Dig Site, the Unexplored Wooded Area, Tuesday Morning

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Jeff, followed by any of the researchers who were crazy enough to go out and brave the dinosaurs and trolls with him, edged up to the clearing in the woods cautiously. There, sitting on top of the bare dirt where the hole had been refilled, was the weather machine. It didn't look all that broken from here.

"Hang on, I'm going to scan it for radiation," Jeff said. He stretched out his hand and a solid glow surrounded it as his omnitool went into action. He tapped a few things and a three-dimensional image of the weather machine appeared in the air over his wrist, annotated with a few numbers.

"Let's see, I've got the distance from us to it, its length and width, and... not much else." He tapped a few more things. "Hang on, I've got its temperature -- that's at least something... No, never mind, that's today's weather report."

He looked around at everyone else. "So... Anyone got any hi-tech equipment that's actually useful? If not, I'm gonna go ahead with the stick-poking."

[Open for those who followed]

Conversational Lithuanian, Tuesday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal greeted class this evening with a nod. He appeared to be the Hannibal who had started teaching this semester, only his suit was a little rumpled and he smelled faintly - over his cologne - of viking. (At least he'd been able to win them over to let him past, but the hugging...)

He waved at the board. "Today's vocabulary. We should probably discuss a few things. I've been listening to the podcasts of the island's radio for the last month."

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Luke's, Tuesday, March 25

[justbeingbay]

Dominic had thought town was strange but no less safe than it had been. But the walk to work had proven him wrong. Not only had there been a gang of vikings playing some kind of mead drinking game just outside the school gates, but he could swear he'd seen an actualfax dinosaur who wasn't Old Lace running down Apocalypse.

The diner doors were staying locked today. He figured Priestly or Sheba or whoever it was now would be okay with not letting in any rampaging hordes.

The sign read:

Welcome to Luke's!
What are you doing out in this? Go home.
Or stay and have a milkshake. That works for us, too.

[OOC: Open diner, no OCD!]

The streets of Fandom, Tuesday night

[tigerundercover]

The Red Raven had finished her assignment in the dorms (look, you rationalized suddenly realizing you were posing as a snake and living in the vents your way, a Soviet superspy from the 1950s would rationalize it her own way). The only intel to be gathered there was in the disgusting capitalist excess. The Red Raven made her way out of the building, resumed her human disguise, and started into town.

More absurd capitalism, just as she suspected. The town had not been converted along with the rest of the USSA. A bakery and a coffee shop? She could spit on them.

Though she was a bit busy already, glaring down and occasionally fighting off vikings and trolls.

Ugh. Capitalism at its worst.

[ooc: aaaaaaaaaand in Raven's world, the USSR got the bomb first and communism has conquered the world. As you do.

Content warning: Codependency and emotional manipulation in the Dinah/Priestly thread.]

In front of All and Sundries, Tuesday

[fix-it-guy.livejournal.com]

Loon Drive was clear of hostiles from the edge of the junkyard to the community center, and Sphinx was clear almost all the way to Mallard. The barricades cordoning off the safe zone were made from the corpses of fallen dinosaurs -- Mike was really glad he'd sprung for the assault rifles, now.

If he had more men, maybe he could have pushed the barricades out farther. Five or six, if they were well-armed and good enough, would be enough to protect everything east of the park. Unfortunately, men were exactly what he didn't have.

Apu refused to leave the store -- if All and Sundries was still standing, it was going to be open for business. That left Mike manning one barricade, Liz the robot security dog on another, and on the third... well, nobody at the moment. The Cheese Panda had never come to Fandom to badger people into buying Middle Eastern mozzarella. Instead...

A shadowy figure in a trenchcoat and hat crept sneakily towards the store. Mike sighed. "Rabbit!"

The figure turned and tripped, and trenchcoat and hat flew threw the air, revealing a cute white cottontail and floppy ears. "Awww, how'd you know it was me?"

"Because I'm not an idiot," Mike answered slowly. "Now, pick up your gun and go back to the barricade. If you're still alive at the end of the day, I will personally give you the cereal."

As the rabbit went back to his post, Mike grimaced. "Fucking rabbit. Trix are for kids."

Today's Squishy flavors: Orangey Orange, Lemony Yellow, Green

The Park, Tuesday Afternoon

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Sure, the T-Rexaur was a mighty monster, but it was no match for a high-level SeeD. Well, a little bit of a match, maybe. Squall was glad for the exercise -- it was fun.

When it was almost dead, Squall stepped back and lifted his hand to his forehead. He was surrounded by a green glow, and then the T-Rexaur was surrounded by a glow, and then... nothing. It should have been turned into a Triple Triad card, but instead it just lay there. He tried again, with the same result. Maybe its health wasn't low enough? Squall jumped forward and slashed at it with his gunblade, but he hit too hard and it died. Damn.

Even stranger, it left a corpse, instead of disappearing into the air and leaving a few Dino Bones behind.

"..."

Out of all the strange things that Fandom had thrown at him, the idea that something which should have been a monster was just a normal animal instead might just be the most jarring.

[Open park for dino-battling]