Town Square in the Park, Saturday Afternoon

[saddeserthermit]

Most of the information they had found was circumstantial, at best: rumors about what might have happened, strange reports that could mean anything about what caused this. But from it had arisen one potential path, the destruction of whatever anchored this place here - though whether it was an anchor that held their island tied to this, or an anchor that held this island tied to its doom, Obi-Wan couldn't say.

Regardless, it was time. He made his way to town square after spending some time urging people to come there. Just to make sure, he raised his voice. "May I have your attention?" he called.

And waited. A bit.

"I'm sorry if I am being presumptuous. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am... newly here. I, and several of our people, have spent some time researching the current state of the island." Yes. That. "We have identified two creatures that may be involved in powering our current circumstances. Therefore, we find it credible that removing these creatures may at the very least improve our circumstances some."

He couldn't make any promises, here.

"If you are willing to volunteer to take on a flying man vulnerable to electricity, and an easily-distractable... thing... out in town, please do report to me." Beat. "And Principal Zoe? I would like to speak with you as well."

He stepped away from the rock he'd stood on, straightened his robe, and waited.

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

The streets past the edge of the park, Saturday, early afternoon

[lostdistinction.livejournal.com]

Eliot was wandering. It was most of what he did, these days. He'd found a bit of jerky in his pocket and nibbled on it, wondering idly where he might have gotten it from.

His head was almost pleasantly empty. The town looked like it always did, and the new people had faded back out of his memory again. He had a bit of food, and the two-by-four with a pair of rusty nails in the end of it was a nice heavy weight under his poncho.

It was a normal day.

[set before the meeting in the village square. For thems in the know.]

Outside the Ruins of Furnado, Saturday Morning

[rebelscreams.livejournal.com]

Dante had taken up patrolling again for the first time in... he'd like to say months, but it was probably weeks. So sue him: the regulars knew the rules of this place now, but the newbies were probably running into trouble a lot.

So he'd gone a-walking, right from the park up past the old restaurant district and then down to here, at Furnado. Most of it laid in ruins, though the front part of the shop was still upright. He wondered suddenly if there was anything of importance left inside. Sure, the cat- and dog food had been scavenged out years ago, but...

... sigh.

He blamed seeing Anders again yesterday. Been trying to avoid that.

He poked his head into the door. "Wonder if they still carry cat t-shirts..."

Nostalgia was a terrible friend, some days.

[[ open! ]]

Warehouse District, Saturday Night

[godilovedthis.livejournal.com]

The fight between the new Fandom-folk and some of the biggest bosses on the island had disturbed something. That was Kathy's best guess for why there were more hollows out tonight than normal--that, or they'd realized the glut of new people led to easy pickings. Kathy had had to change direction multiple times to avoid hollows prowling about looking for an easy meal. She ducked into the burned out remains of one of the old stores to let another go by, keeping her head down to avoid being spotted by a creature that looked like it was made of...knives and shattered glass?

Once it had passed, every step it took chiming gently in the night, she snuck out and continued on her way, scurrying along as fast as she could without making herself cry out in pain. But maybe she was less sneaky than she thought or the glass hollow had better senses than she'd assumed, because she soon found herself being chased by something that could shred the flesh from her very bones.

She stumbled on a bit of trash, hit the ground with force enough to jar her legs from the kneecaps down, and pushed herself back up to stagger forward on unsteady limbs. Soon enough, she'd have to turn around and fight; she wasn't running fast enough to get away. But maybe, just maybe, she could find a decent place to make a last stand?

This wasn't going to end well. But, hey, at least she wasn't going to go hollow?

[Expecting one, but open! Thread with Alluka comes first chronologically, any others will take place in Kathy's warehouse]

A Campfire in the Park, Saturday Afternoon

[myownface]

After Sparkle had arrived at the settlement in the park last night, he'd sort of slunk off to sit at one of the campfires, and there he'd remained. His hands were filthy; given how fastidious he generally was about hygiene, that alone was proof positive that he wasn't really coping very well with any of this. The fact that it was blood under his fingernails and that there were ragged scratches running down the length of one cheek probably helped cement that.

Where did he get the scratches? Where did the blood come from? He'd done it to himself. Sort of.

At least he'd eaten, some.

He wasn't thinking about that, either. He was in a safe place, and being proactive was in the hands of the heroes, or at least that was what he'd gathered from what he could hear of Obi-Wan's speech, so all he really had to do was sit here and wait. And just kind of... not function for a while. Yeah. Good, solid plan. He'd stay out of the way, and the people who did this sort of thing could fix... whatever.

Woo.

[OOC: Don't mind me. Just stealin' a campfire. Open!]

In the Streets and Skies of Fandom, Saturday Evening

[endsthegame]

The first team had headed out early to find their target, but it was a while before they found him.

But in the end... they found him.

( Stark. Time to stop now. Power down. )

[[ boss fight 1 of 2 for today! <3 goes to heroic_jawline, imafuturist, so_hawkward, 2_old_for_this and snipsnspecks; open to reactions from the four fighters involved in the comments. ]]

Things Reborn, Saturday Night

[endsthegame]

The other strike team... took a little more time to find their charge. In the end they located Cecil, however, within the ruins of what had once been Things Reborn.

( The creatures that had been Cecil and Foucault slitherwalked about... )

[[ to be continued in the comments; much love to everyone who played along! ]]

Edges of the Park; Saturday Night

[trigons_child]

Raven was desperate to do something useful, so patrolling the edges of the park for any trouble that might threaten the makeshift village within seemed like a plan. She was frustrated by her inability to heal any of the "hollow" she'd encountered, and she was anxious to get Karla back to Glacia and (relative) safety, but she couldn't teleport off the island. On top of that, she knew there was another her running around somewhere out there. Talking to herself was both tempting and too strange at the same time.

So far everything seemed quiet along the outskirts of the village. Whether that would stay that way remained to be seen.

[Expecting one but open!]

The Preserve, late Saturday night

[allie-in-the-au.livejournal.com]

Allie remembered enough to know that there had once been a time when she hadn’t been constantly hungry. There’d been bottles of blood that weren’t the greatest in taste, but they’d served their purpose and kept the hunger at bay.


The bottles ran out a long time ago.


The Hunger never stopped. Alie did what she could to stop it with small donations from willing participants that wouldn't be too weakened by the blood loss. But there was one donor who wasn't so willing.

( And sad things happen )