From the Warehouse District to the Dorms, But Really Across The Island, Wednesday Morning

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There was a flicker of something that passed over the warehouses early in the morning; some strange twisting in the air that warped them, changed them, and for a moment showed signs of rot. Walls that had stood proudly now laid collapsed, ivy and moss winding their way through the ruins.

Within, things shifted and moved, shadows of something more dangerous. A ringing pierced the silence, like a fine sword cutting through the air, and the shifting stilled.

A man in a red coat stalked out of the ruins, white hair framing the edges of his black-and-white mask. His hands were balanced on the edges of the sheath of a katana, slung across his shoulders.

The flicker ceased. The warehouse district returned to its old shape. But the man remained, walking, his feet hitting the pavement of the road as he made his way up Fandom's stairs. "That's great, it starts with an earthquake..."

There was another flicker elsewhere. He could see it from the corner of his eye. Across the way, by the docks, a brief glimpse of a familiar figure before Fandom's old status quo reasserted itself. "Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes..."

Beneath his feet, the cobblestone fickered from worn to well-kept to worn again. Something prowled along the road, but he paid it no heed. He did not stop until he saw Fandom's dorms, their integrity still intact. It had been a long time since he had seen them like this, but he wasn't lingering on that bar that it meant he did not yet have to act. He slid the katana back into its old location at his side. "And Lenny Bruce is not afraid..." A simple boost of a jump brought him up into a tree at the preserve.

He reached into something else, twisting the laws of physics, and pulled out a long rifle. He checked Spiral over carefully, but soon his eyes darted back towards the dorms.

Flicker. A shadow spooked past a dilapidated window, then was gone. "Eye of a hurricane..." he hummed, and began his watch.

There'd be worse soon, and the people at the school would need protection.

[[ thus begins the bde! Today will see increasing 'flickers' of the future world superimposing itself on current Fandom, for those of you who need a sign to get out of dodge - or would like to start playing their AU characters. the flickers will last longer and longer as the day progresses, until finally taking over at midnight.

... also, open for interaction ]]

Chilly Boulder, Wednesday Afternoon

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Well, their Fandom was phasing with a new one and while Kathy couldn't remember how long it would take before theirs overtook this one and destroyed it nor how many times this had already happened in the past (though the flickers were lingering longer now than they'd been this morning, so odds were high the process was a quick one), she knew to enjoy what time she had before it all went to hell in a handbasket. After chatting with Dante outside the dorms, she'd left him to his vigil to hobble into town and see what she could get before it all turned to rot and ruin and rampaging monsters. She hadn't had much of a plan in mind, just ambling through the town and hoping that it was a Fandom with human-analogues and not, say, inhabited by sentient shades of blue or something, when she'd spotted the Chilly Boulder.

Oh. Oh. It didn't matter that it was December and already cold out--Kathy literally could not remember the last time she'd had ice cream. Forget looking for new clothing or better weapons, she was making her way into the ice cream parlor as fast as her legs could carry her. Which wasn't fast at all anymore, but for ice cream, she could ignore how much her legs hurt and work her way up to a brisk walk.

"Hey," she said, not even noticing how surprised the servers were to see her. "Can I get a Skywalker Special, please? With as many different flavors as I can get. Don't care which ones, just a lot of them."

[Open for original flavor and AU'd townies alike!]

Luke's, Wednesday

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That fog outside was creeping Kenzi out. It reminded her of the time some of the restaurants on the island had just up and been eaten by a void. Also, she kept seeing things out of the corner of her eye.

The kitchen staff thought it might be more Advent presents about to show up. Or maybe reindeer!

Kenzi squinted at them. "Get back to work. I get first dibs on any reindeer that appear."

SPECIALS
Peppermint Hot Cocoa
Apple Pie with Cinnamon Swirls
Potato and Bacon Soup

Luke's was open.

[ooc: and will be flickering ever faster as we get closer to midnight. Alt!Kenzi ETA: 3pm ET.]

Edge of the Park, by the playground, Wednesday afternoon

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Eliot wasn't really the most together guy these days, but he was still pretty damn observant. He might not remember what he'd observed by an hour from now, necessarily, but he still noticed things.

Like how the island looked a little different than usual. He was pretty sure. Cleaner? Lighter? It actually looked kinda . . . nice. Out there.

Maybe he should go for a walk. He liked walks. Maybe he'd find Parker and Hardison.

Parker and Hardison were dead. He had to kill them.

It looked like a nice day for a walk.

[Open!]

Demon Marcus, Weds.

[boneyard_girl]

No, it wasn't her usual day, but Ada had forgotten her personal sewing kit here and needed it to mend a rip in her favorite flannel sleepwear. Yes, her bed was covered in a veritable pile of blankets, but she got cold easy! And once she was here, well, she might as well stay and open it up.

Besides, she was pretty sure Sparkle wouldn't care if she worked two days this week, and Ada wanted the paycheck.

So the mermaid was in, mostly doing inventory, since she figured most people wouldn't be expecting the store to be open today, and thus no customers to interrupt her.

Woods Around the Preserve, All Day

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Anyone hiking through this patch of woods throughout the day would notice something distinctly...odd. Normally, it was a simple stand of trees surrounding what appeared to be a small cave, bare for the winter, but otherwise unremarkable. Sometimes, though, there would be a moment and things would...shift. A flicker, a blink, and for the barest instant, the trees would seem darker, the air colder, the cave a little more foreboding. From time to time, there'd be a soft skittering noise from inside the cave and, when the light caught the trees just right, long strands of white could be seen tangling around the trees.

Usually, the illusion spells around her lair gave off feelings of warmth and comfort, exuded a sense of welcome or a spate of curiosity, like something exciting could be found within if one bothered to look. Right now, however, reality flickered in and out too quickly for the illusions to take. They'd come back, though, once this reality had bled into the new one and cemented its hold. Most of the residents were wary enough not to trust anything that seemed so friendly, but there were always a few idiots who were naive enough to fall for it. And in a new world, well, who knew what delightful creatures would come exploring through and discover her home?

Come into her parlor, little flies. Karla would be ever so happy to see you.

[Mostly establishy, but if people want to ping in during one of the longer reality blinks, that's cool, too!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had yet to notice anything strange going on when she opened the shop. As far as she knew she was the only version of herself on the island, and saw no reason to do anything other than what she usually did when working here, which of course was to play the keyboard. Amusing herself by setting it to sound like an organ, she played slow and sad music, smiling to herself.

[Open, but SP due to tired.]

The Rocky Bits out behind Hannibal's house, Wednesday afternoon/evening

[kintsukorosu]

The island had been strange today, flickering and moving. Hannibal suspected most of the people were staying close to the village - those who remembered enough to, anyway. He'd been there earlier himself, but his own safe place was what used to be his home. There were spells on it, apparently - he'd forgotten as much himself, but Jono had reminded him. They might be spotty these days, and some of the walls crumbling, but there were enough that most of the smaller evils avoided the place.

And more to the point, Jono was there, out at the rocky bits. And Hannibal had every faith in his ability to deal with anything else. At least anything mobile. Not to mention, he might have a better idea of what was going on.

Jono? he thought as he came out back, keeping a wary eye and a gun out despite the relative safety. He wasn't stupid.

//Hannibal,// Jono replied, still more or less out of sight. He'd been sitting among the rocks, watching the island shift below him. It had been... fascinating. And confusing. And, if he was being completely honest with himself, maybe the faintest bit worrying. There were more minds on the island than there had been before. More whole minds. Many more. It had been all too long since he'd felt so many.

He shifted his weight, and the stones underneath him ground and scraped together. Or maybe those were just the sounds of his own body shifting and grinding around him. These days there wasn't much difference. One had more fire.

//You're early today.//