Outside town hall- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

With Anakin's message going out yesterday, help was more than welcome in getting rid of the alien ship hovering above them, waiting for whatever the next step was. And since there were probably a few ships in a few different places around the island and no one place to meet, Jaina sent a text to the general Fandom population:

If you've got a ship, meet up outside town hall asap.

Sorry to everybody's service providers for all the mass texts this weekend, but it worked.

[Mainly for the pilots to gather, though anyone is totally welcome to come by!]

Space- Sunday afternoon

[brood-npcs.livejournal.com]

The ship above Earth hadn't moved. The Brood inside were just waiting for the embryos to hatch and take over the humans so that they could reclaim them and at the very least build up some of their numbers again. There was still plenty of damage they could do.

All they had to do was wait.

( star wars vs marvel )

[Preplayed with the lovely and amazing suitablyheroic and sith_happened x 4!]

Stark Industries, Sunday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Kitty passed along the machine schematics late last night, so Jessica had JARVIS analyze the plans and figure out how to build it with the available materials while she took a nap by her desk. She needed it after helping enough Brood through a portal into a basically empty universe.

But now it was bright and early. She took a quick shower and changed out of her costume. Now it was time to get to work. While she downed coffee and got the place set up, JARVIS sent out another mass text for her.

We're building something at Stark's to help with the Brood invasion. If you have mechanical or biological knowledge or just want to do some work with your hands, please join us. The door is open because it was smashed in.

And with that, Jessica started pulling together the supplies JARVIS listed. This was going to be another very long day.

[OOC: For the science team to work and, I don't know, talk about life or whatever. Or visitors, if they would like to distract people from very important work!]

Magic Box, Sunday, 04/24

[not_every_mage]

Anders was worried about the wound he'd gotten the day before. Despite his best efforts, the thing wouldn't bloody heal: It stopped bleeding easily enough, but a nasty green plaque formed over it almost immediately. The scab itched badly overnight, and the buzzing in his head was almost worse than the itching. In the shower, he noticed the scab looked bigger in the morning light.

He went to work anyhow, mainly in the hope that one of the books of magic had some kind of section on fighting creepy spider aliens. He didn't have much luck finding one, and by lunchtime the scales (he couldn't pretend it was just a scab or a rash anymore) were starting to spread down his hips and out of his shirtsleeves.

He was feeling more and more like he had a mission, and whatever it was, it wasn't here.

(This wasn't so bad, he thought dimly. At least it gave him something to do besides mourn.)

[OOC: Open if you want to catch him.]

The park, Sunday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

The voices in Pinkie's head were telling her to do some very unfriendly things. She was fighting back in the friendliest way she knew how: with a party! \o/

She had all her bestest friends from Ponyville here as guests, too. There was Rocky, the pile of rocks with the Hooflyn accent and the bad attitude. Or Mr. Turnip, the most pleasantest bucket full of turnips you could ever ask for as a guest! There was also Sir Lintalot, the high society Canterlot pile of lint, and Madam Le Flour. Pinkie wondered if the sack of flour had gained weight, but the label still said 5 lbs, and it was impolite to ask.

"I like the way the green scaly stuff on your withers clashes with your mane," Mr. Turnip said.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Turnip!" Pinkie answered. "Let me freshen up your cup of tea." The tea overflowed over the edge of the cup, but Pinkie didn't notice.

"You know what this party really needs?" Rocky asked.

"A brood Queen?" suggested Madam Le Flour.

"Oh that would be lovely," said Sir Lintalot. "I didn't get the chance to be stung and become host to the next glorious generation of brood yesterday before they were all shoved through a portal."

"I was going to say explosions," Rocky said. "But brood would be cool, too."

"You all make so much sense," Pinkie said. "I'm so glad I invited you to my party!"

[ooc: when Pinkie goes batshit, she goes full on batshit. Open!]

Above and Under the Island, Sunday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

The battle raged on above Fandom, fighters and ships whistling through the air-- and through space. The bigger ships had canons that thundered. Most of the time, their aim ran true.

But not always.

One colossal volley broke atmosphere, pierced the sky, and came down hard on Ingvar's shore, scorching trees and sending dolls scattering around like ash. It caused a thunderous noise, an unearthly crash... and the quiet, shrill ring of a mother's siren, pulsing deep underneath the earth, where no one could see.

That was all.

Until Fandom itself started to rumble, the earth trembling and tearing off underneath it. One moment, it was sitting snuggly in its usual bay - the next, it was tearing itself free from it, pulling up into the sky... and up. And even further up.

Well. That was certainly something.

( Nothing so useful as a shrill mommy-siren hit the actual school... )

Zoe

"There is not enough booze on this island, I swear," Zoe said, leaning in to stare at the map. "All right, I'm going recruiting, and then we can try to figure out exactly what the hell we're being led to." One bracing walk later, the PA system whined itself to life, and Zoe's voice could be heard throughout the dorms and the town. "Attention everyone, this is Zoe Winchester. If there's anyone listening to this who knows anything about flying, and isn't currently in the middle of flying something, please report to the school's security office immediately. And safely." Seriously, the administration was not getting paid enough for days like today.

( But wait: there's more! Underneath Fandom... )

[[ and up up and AWAY! very minor ocd up, should the wonderful bigdamndean, gavegoodface, giveherahand, worstofalltime, not_a_moonie and heromaniac who preplayed this with us wish to continue! or should you all wish to react to the fact the island is now... well. big thanks also go to nookiepowered. ]]