Outside JGOB- Sunday morning

[can_be_more]

Aeryn hadn't meant to be here again today. But she'd been cornered by a horde of shambling gremlins, and after realizing she had an opportunity to shoot things, she'd taken care of them and seen them go back to normal.

So she got a coffee and took a seat outside, shooting at anything coming her way that might try to bite her. You know, casually.

And this was why Aeryn loved Fandom.


[Open!]

Magic Box, Sunday, 09/06

[not_every_mage]

Anders hadn't made it to the dance the day before, but he'd run into Umbridge, which was its own kind of delight. He was nonetheless in an all right mood as he got to the shop and set up for the day. There was a shipment of toads for use in spells -- very tricky, especially since the toads weren't quite as dead as they normally were and kept hopping all over the place.

He was chasing one of the last ones into their terrarium when he suddenly felt a sharp jab at his ankle, and looked down to see a green ... thing that definitely wasn't a toad sinking its teeth into his unprotected flesh. He cast a half-controlled bolt of fire at the gremlin, killing it (and scorching the floor), but it was too late. For the rest of his shift, he wouldn't do much but moan and lurch around the store, occasionally walking into walls and then righting himself. The doorknob was beyond his ken, but he scrabbled at the door trying to force it open for quite a while.

Once he gave up on that, he turned his attention to the tank of toads.They wouldn't be as tasty as people, but they still had the brains and blood he craved.

[OOC: Open post!]

All Around Fandom, Sunday Morning

[endsthegame]

'twas early in the morning, and most of the island's people past and present were fast asleep. Not Ingvar Islet, however, who had been watching with bored jealousy all day yesterday. It was about done with this all: mommy should be paying more attention to it. And if she wouldn't do that the regular way, well, there were other ways. And so it was that right around sunset, purple strings of magic burst briefly into the air above the islet, before blasting apart, wafting across Fandom Island.

It found each gremlin in its hiding place and touched it. Foam began to appear at each gremlin's lips, and then skin began to peel and droop. Soon, they were staggering out of every hole and burrow and onto the street. "Grarrrrrrrr!" they cried. "Argh!"

They were zombies. They wished to devour the flesh of the living!

...Or at least gnaw on it a little bit. They did have large venom deposits to get rid of.

[[ zombie gremlins are a go! ]]

Caritas- Sunday

[throughaphase]

You know how there were gremlins wandering around and biting people into thinking they were zombies? You know what you didn't want getting bitten. Actual damn zombies. Kitty, Tino and the flamingo (don't ask) had managed to get the zombies offstage and safely locked up for the day, so at least anyone coming in didn't have to worry about getting bitten by more than gremlins.

And anyone who'd been bitten by gremlins and now thought they were a zombie. Look, Kitty couldn't protect you from everything, though at least there was a sanctuary spell here.

YOU SPENT A GOOD PART OF YOUR YOUTH HERE!
COME DRINK AGAIN!

[Come get drunk! Catch up! Make bad choices! Get into fights and end up in the pond!]

The Gig, Sunday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani had barely made it to work this morning. There were sick-looking gremlins everywhere, and she had nothing to defend herself with as she made it from her home to The Gig. It took a little while because she had to double back a few times to avoid the gremlins, but she eventually made it to the barn. There, she arms herself with a pitchfork. "Maybe it's time I considered taking one of these home with me, for emergencies," she said to herself as she took note of how many extra pitchforks she had available.

The Gig is open, but it probably wasn't the best day to go horseback riding.

[Fair warning: pings will be very slow today, but anyone is welcome to take shelter from the zombie gremlins or grab a pitchfork. SP is love.]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

So, Sparkle's week had been kind of... eh. And then kind of oh. And then there'd been glitter last night and that whole thing had been pretty yesssss.

This morning, as a result, he was actually in a pretty okay mood, right up until a pack of gremlins rounded the corner, arms outstretched, making little moaning sounds at him.

Sparkle was not always stupid. Gremlins and zombies were two things on his 'no touchy' list, so he'd ducked into the Demon Marcus, kind of surprised to realize that he still had his old key for the place, and set up camp perched up on top of the counter, ankles well away from the floor, armed with a hat rack. Any time a gremlin came near, he gave it a mighty swing and thumped the ugly little shit straight into next week.

... It was kind of stupid just how much this felt like a regular shift at his old place of employment. And then he started wondering if maybe there was something to that.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free! Sparkle's going to be taking over running this place from here on in, and I couldn't resist laying the seeds for that now. THIS WEEKEND IS AMAZING.]

The Perk, Sunday Morning

[peace_n_war]

Warren had, before the day even really had a chance to start, decided that he needed coffee. Maybe it was because he'd spent his night with unexpected roommates (which he really didn't mind, though it was something he hadn't completely been expecting, either). Maybe it was more that he'd been kind of iffy about coming back here in the first place, and he'd already lit several zombie gremlins on fire on his way through town. And considering the fact that the island's last all-out zombie invasion was the reason he'd decided to move away from here in the first place...

Look, some things just required coffee, damn it. And if the barista didn't stop looking at him hungrily and snapping her teeth at him instead of just making his damn drink order, there were even odds he was going to snap and burn this place to the ground while he was at it.

He did eventually just give up on the prospect of coffee and hold her at bay with a chair while he grabbed a teabag, a mug, and some hot water. That looked like it was going to be the only service he was going to get around here, at least for a while. He'd go back for the counter for coffee once her gremlin bite wore off, but for the time being he was sitting in a window seat, drinking his tea and watching the chaos unfolding outside.

"... Fandom. Ugh."

[OOC: Open!]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday morning

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne decided to take some time to check in on one of his remaining investments in Fandom, and maybe get some breakfast. What he didn't expect to find was an all out war. Gremlin Zombies versus Kitchen Droids. The gremlins couldn't bite through the droids metal chassis, and the droids were poorly equipped for battle.

Despite the chaos in the background, Gigi was still able to seat Zayne at a relatively peaceful table and he was able to order a good breakfast that, hopefully, wouldn't have any gremlin blood in it.

... On second thought, Zayne was going to go help clear out the kitchen first. He could separate the combatants peacefully.

[OOC: Open for breakfast as soon as the fighting ends!]

Mooby Land, Sunday Early Afternoon

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

Ulrik III, Prince of Denmark, future High King of the Union of Kalmar, blah blah blah, had spent most of yesterday exploring the island and seeing the differences both small and large since his last visit up-time. Today, however, he'd decided it was time to indulge in the kind of food it was a little harder to find in 1630s Europe, despite the American influence. And also possibly avoid any sort of encounter with creatures intent on gnawing on him. So he'd ordered a burger, fries, and milkshake, and was people (and zombie-gremlin) watching as he ate his lunch.

The Park [Sunday Afternoon]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Toasty was loose.

John didn't know how it had happened but he wasn't doing that much to hunt down his errant toaster either. Nope, Toasty could wreck havoc for all he cared. So, there was a small toaster sitting on a bench in the park.

It was quiet, for now, somehow watching those who passed by. If someone paid attention to him, then maybe he'd regale said person with an amazing fit of poetry.

But, you wouldn't know until you tried, would you?

[Open! For those that don't know, Toasty is Crichton's toaster that Bridge Carson enhanced so it could talk. Toasty is not politically correct and will most likely make fun of you in rhyme. Please don't smash Toasty.]

Luke's, Sunday

[vdistinctive]

"THAT'S TOO MUCH ORANGE ZEST, ARE YOU BLIND?"

"GRAB THE BUTTER, YOU MORON!"

Vincent and the cook were watching the Food Network in the kitchen. Priestly sat on a counter behind them both, taking notes.

Eliot was avoiding the whole thing. And occasionally muttering about backseat chefs. And wondering when this weekend was going to end.

Today's specials
Spicy Orange Zest Beef
Oven roasted potatoes with orange zest
Orange cookies with sweet orange glaze

"The words 'orange zest' have lost all meaning," Priestly noted. Eliot sighed in agreement.

Luke's was open.

[and OCD free, and totally ripped off this, which was brought to my attention by the incomparable heromaniac.]

Fandom Firehouse, Sunday afternoon

[brainfreediet.livejournal.com]

Flash was clinging to the firepole, zombie gremlins surrounding him on all sides on the ground. Apparently the place was infested with gremlins. Who knew? So when Flash found himself backed into the firehouse for what he thought were strategic purposes, he was very wrong.

The symbiote could probably protect him from a gremlin bite. That was just a poison. A zombie bite was more mystical, so he really wasn't sure about that one. So whatever. He'd just stay up here, picking gremlins off with a variety of guns until they were all just gremlins again.

That was the plan. And then a wave of gremlins dove down the pole from the second floor.

[OOC: Open if anyone wants to deal with a wave of zombie gremlins with Venom!]

Room 12, Floor 2, The Arms Hotel, Sunday morning

[cheerbuffy.livejournal.com]

Buffy was sitting in her bed, trying to figure out if she wanted to move or not. Yesterday had been an exciting day. She had met herself, her fake bigger little sister, her roommate, caught up with a bunch of Meerkats and some cheerleaders, and assisted in making sure the glittery boykissy legacy remained strong at Fandom.

She grinned at the memory.

Now though... Did she really want to wake her hotel-buddies by moving?


OOC: Open for all at the hotel! Who, uh, might knock on a random hotel door, I guess?

The Park, Sunday Late Afternoon/Evening

[lovemakesafamily]

The advantage to always having art supplies with you is that you also always had sign-making supplies, which was why, late Sunday afternoon, a section of the park had gained a sign that read:

Free Babysitting!
Want to enjoy the weekend without
Your kids tagging along?
Need some adult time with other adults?
Let me watch them for you!

At present, Zach was sitting on a bench with Cody, helping his nephew hold a pencil steady, although Cody was drawing all the lines himself. He wasn't, admittedly, even sure how many people had kids with them this weekend, but it couldn't hurt to offer.

[OOC: Open for anyone! Especially people who want to leave the kids somewhere so their adult characters can have adult time.]

On the street outside MHA, Sunday morning

[istherecoffee.livejournal.com]

Jake had woken up early, and gone to the Perk to see if they had any coffee left. Luckily they'd managed to find enough that he was currently sipping a hazelnut mocha. He might have tried going without coffee for a night, but he hadn't liked it much. If he knew what it was, he might have described his resulting mindset as "knurd". But he didn't, so all he knew was that today would have coffee. A lot of coffee.

On his way to the Perk, he'd walked past the MHA, and he'd recognized the place. Not the appartments, particularly, but the place itself.

So now he was standing on the street, drinking his coffee, and thinking about the Great Post-It War of 2005.


[OOC: Open for all!]

Outside MCA, Sunday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

The chances of Atton achieving anything remotely resembling a good mood were pretty much zero at the moment. Below zero, in fact.

So when he stepped outside the MCA that morning and watched a bunch of zombie gremlins shambling towards him, he just sighed. "I don't want to deal with this today," he said.

The zombies didn't seem terribly impressed by that, so he lit his lightsaber with a snap-hiss. "No, seriously," he said. "I really, really, really don't want to deal with this today--"

[[ first for me and me and me, open after that! ]]

Devil's Nest, Sunday night after sunset

[texted3times]

It had not escaped Eric's notice that there were rather more people on the island than a typical Sunday night, and that's why he had jacked up the drink prices ten percent.

There was a neatly printed sign in the window:

DRINK SPECIAL: GREMLIN BITE
(straight Tequila because that's all you really want, let's face it)

The Devil's Nest was open and everyone's favorite vampire Viking was in the VIP section. Please, like he'd serve you people.

Gremlin Party, Unexplored Wooded Area, Sunday Evening

[fh_office]

The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U, pointing helpfully towards a clearing in the wooded area.

You wouldn't be able to miss it. For one, there was loud singing and drums that were audible from quite far away, and for two, there were very large torches sticking out everywhere, casting a glow across the woods.

There were many gremlins strewn across the clearing, and they all looked Very Apologetic. And if the gremlins themselves didn't look apologetic enough, well, there were also tables with enormous amounts of food. That was how Fandom worked, yes?

[[ wait for the ocd up! gremlins party hard! ]]