Luke's, Wednesday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi didn't know she was supposed to be working at Luke's today. And even if she had, she would have called in with ZOMBIE PIRANHA, WTF?

SPECIALS
Fish.
Bear steaks.
Reptile filets.

Freedom Arms- Wednesday

[imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com]

Aeryn being Aeryn, she was technically at work today. "Technically" because she was standing outside it with a pulse rifle, more than happy to shoot at anything unfriendly that came near. And she supposed she'd probably maybe have to sell things if people came around on a day where monsters were everywhere, but she was mostly about the shooting.

And to think, she'd started to feel bored in this place, but this felt more like her extremely weird life.

[Open!]

Across the Island, Early Wednesday Morning

[erasesdebts.livejournal.com]

Booker had been a busy boy.

He'd been trying to get off the island since yesterday, but not a single rift he'd opened had let him step through. They had all just brought things in. Small things, mostly. But by Wednesday the amount of force he'd been exerting on the fabric of reality around Fandom was starting to show.

First came the piranhas, soaring past his head at five AM. He'd had to throw himself at the ground and it'd taken at least ten minutes before he'd gotten the damn rift closed. Next? Bears.

He was not going to ask. Bears had to be the most normal thing that'd happened to him over the past couple of months. And the mummies? Well, they were just people. Swaddled people who tried to yank him limb from limb, but a shotgun blast to the head had fixed that.

He was starting to wonder whether this was intentional - whether he was meant to stay here. Maybe... Maybe he had to keep looking.

Behind him, Taste of Thai flickered, then disappeared. In its wake, it left a set of cabbage stalls whose vendors would be very confused to find them missing in the morning. And somewhere on Godiva, another house made way for a water-filled pit.

Otherwise, everything was right as rain.

[[ nfb, nfi. ]]

The Magic Box, Wednesday

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Mummies wandering around outside? Flying, undead fish? Creatures that insisted up and down that they were trolls, even if Elsa totally knew better, thank you? Bears?

It was going to take more than that to keep Elsa from coming in to work today, island. One never knew if there were people around who were going to need a healthy supply of rat teeth or fairy earwax, and for some reason, there even seemed to be a few live chickens near the back of the store today. Elsa wasn't entirely certain if they were meant to be for spells or for dinosaur bait, but she gave them a few pieces of magic corn (guaranteed to make your reindeer fly) and let them be.

And if she was tending the counter today while wearing armor, with a rapier made of ice sitting just within reach? Well, that was just in case any of the Vikings that were wandering about decided to come in with any funny ideas. They brought their own alcohol in and tended to get a little rowdy around the spices.

[OOC: Open, but OCD-Free. Elsa's from whatever AU this fanart came from, because it is freaking fantastic, and I might or might not vanish at some point if the snowpocalypse knocks out my power.]

Stark Industries, Wednesday, 03/26

[ultron_junior]

Victor's walk to work had somehow been uneventful, other than the half-block sprint to the store when a cloud of piranhas turned the corner at the wrong moment.

Once he was in the shop with the doors closed and his breathing a bit slower, he tried to focus. He might not be some kind of super-robot like his double, but it was still time to fight. He yanked everything he could think of off the shelves and started trying to assemble some kind or projectile weapon. He had a feeling he might want it.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

The Park, Wednesday Night

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

There were creepy things that needed killing on the island. Of course Allie was out and about.

She was a little bloody and scratched up because the damn flying fish were fast, but other then that she was fine and focused on getting the mummy at her feet to JUST. STAY. DEAD.

"Seriously," she muttered as its barely wrapped arms pulled its upper body across the ground. "Do I need to set you on fire or something?"

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Sometime during the night, a few of the monsters had apparently smashed out one of the windows in the front of Groovy Tunes. There wasn't much damage, all things considered, but a few racks had been knocked over, and many of the tiny fragile disks hadn't survived the journey.

Eleanor supposed it was her job to pick up the cases, sweep up the broken shards, and take inventory on what was destroyed as opposed to just relocated, but that sounded dull. She wasn't paid enough for that sort of nonsense.

Instead she propped open the doors and waited. Sooner or later, some more of those interesting monsters were bound to wander by. If she stayed in the store, she was still technically at work, right?

Groovy Tunes was open. More or less.

(open, OCD-free! Expect some SP while I am at work plz & ty! ... also edited to fix the fact that I apparently can't read oopsie you saw nothing)

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

Since the bartender was currently a wolf, Tiny was behind the bar tonight. And there was a wolf at the door to look surly at anyone underage. Maybe growl a little.

Derek was either really dedicated to his job or couldn't get the door to the mansion open. Odds were on the latter.

Damn his lack of thumbs!

[OCD FREE!]