Across the Causeway, onto the Docks, and Scattered Across the Island, Early Saturday morning

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On Earth-001, the Great Web of Life and Destiny spread out, rendering the fabric of reality within its delicate strands. Despite all the recent stress on that fabric, a small strand was strong but remained hidden. But now, after much searching, it was found. And while that strand couldn't be accessed directly, a Master Weaver could be compelled to find ways to approach it.*

A portal here. A portal there. All shimmering red until they closed. Just enough to let a couple Hounds cross onto the mainland outside Fandom at a time. Some4 left their portal and flew directly to Fandom. Others stalked across the causeway on foot, carrying their weapons of war and sport. All congregated at the Docks once they reached the Island.

The Hunt was on. And whether it was Spiders or a way to control the island for their Mistress, they would find what they were searching for.

[*That paragraph makes more sense after reading the Spider-Verse event, Amazing Spider-Man 9-15, True Believers! -Notetaking Nick!]

[OOC: This post is establishy and NFI and comments are for poking, please.

Throughout the day, Vultures and Kravens will be around the island, MOSTLY but not exclusively at the dock. Feel free to look at the links provided above for variations of the villains to use and mod. Or poke me in the comments if you want an NPC to fight somewhere!

The influx of villains will end when the boss fight happens this afternoon Fandom Time, but there will still be dudes to punch or run away from into the evening. The preplay and boss fight will go up at a slightly more reasonable hour.]

From the Docks to Underground, Saturday afternoon

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Peter Parker Spider-Man Earth-16109327

Time was limited, Peter knew that. If the place was swarming with this many Kravens and Vutures, an Inheritor must be close behind. So all he needed to do was find a way down to the computers in the city below town somehow, get the data from the others, and figure out how to connect everything. Those computers were under the front lawn of the school, so if he headed down Apocalypse and sprinted up Unicorn, the school was just a fence hop and a pond skip away. And that sounded great to him... up until a pair of Vultures swooped down and grabbed his arms. "Come on, guys, I'm out of practice, I reacted late to my spider-sense. Tell you what, put me down, I'll give you another chance, and you won't have to worry about picking on somebody so rusty." They carried him to the docks and dropped him in the middle of a large group of Vultures, looking ready to maim and maybe even feast a little. "That's not exactly what I meant," he said. He gave a little sigh and shook his head. "I've already died once. Even if you kill me again, that's not going to stop me. So come on. Let's do this." He fired a pair of webs and the fight started. Peter just had to figure out how to survive it so he could accomplish his mission.

( In which a group meets up, and then preplay continues in the comments because it went longer than I thought it would. In a good way! )

Needful Things, Saturday

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Ah, business here was doing so well. Leland was feeling quite pleased with himself, and with this lovely island, as he set out to tidy the shop, smiling pleasantly as he did so. Weren't the locals lovely?

They most certainly were. Very lovely people, indeed.

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes

And what kind of shopkeeper would he be if he was closed on a Saturday? He needed to be open! Open so that he could provide the locals with their deepest desires. It was practically his civic duty, after all.

[OOC: Open for buyers and browsers to come do their thing!]

Apocalypse Avenue, by the Perk- Saturday afternoon

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Aeryn had stopped at the Perk like it was just any other day, and when she came out, there were things attacking.

So, Aeryn being Aeryn, she'd pulled both pulse pistols that she'd been carrying and started shooting at them with no questions asked, because frankly if you attacked her your death was on you.

So if anyone needed her, she'd be barely taking cover behind a wall and shooting at flying Vulture things from there. She would not turn down help. This was pretty fun, actually.

[It pains me that my shooting icons are inactive. Totally open! Come help!]

Saturday, The Boards

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No one die of shock... but there was a Vampire in the Theatre.

And it was open.

(Just don't ask what are the crashing yet slightly musical noises that are coming from the auditorium. SOMEvampire needed to learn to put his sheet music away when he was finished.)

At least the place was clean? No spiders ANYwhere!

*Crash*BOOM*Clang*

... "'Boom'?"

Caritas, Saturday Evening

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There was nothing on the specials board tonight. But there were some mustache-shaped candies in a bowl on the bar, with a note attached that said, Please take some. Mike wasn't even tired of them or anything. He'd just maybe bought too much, so tonight, bar patrons were getting their share. Tino, too, but he was apparently just content to eye the candy warily.

Well. Both the candy as well as Mike's facial hair. They were getting about an equal amount of side-eye.

But Mike didn't give a damn. He just got himself a vanilla Coke before getting started on cleaning some glasses.

[ooc: Open, no OCD because I am lazy.]