Kathy's Bunk in the Warehouse, Sunday

[godilovedthis.livejournal.com]

It was like a miracle. Kathy didn't use that word much--or at all, really--having given up on the idea of miracles years ago. But here she was, awake with a full belly (courtesy of Parker), the weak sunlight shining down on her face. Even for December sunshine, it was thin and cold, but it was more sun than Kathy could remember shining down on this version of Fandom in a long, long time.

And, best of all, she was enjoying it on the roof. The wish she'd made of Nanika last night, the gift of healed legs and a relief from pain, had been granted. She looked down at legs that were strong and free of mottling and scars; pale skin smooth over strong, whole bones. She'd started the morning with a flurry of activity, cartwheels, running, bouncing, and yoga, all activities she hadn't been able to perform since she'd been hurt. Her form was poor, her endurance shot, her new legs had been trembling with exertion by the time she'd finally let herself stop moving. It didn't matter. Form could be improved, endurance could be regained, and even trembling, her legs had not fallen or failed her.

For the first time since she could remember, Kathy was happy.

[Open!]

Center of the Town in the Park, Sunday Morning

[saddeserthermit]

Very little had happened after the last battle last night, and so Obi-Wan had been loath to ask the last strike team to put themselves in mortal danger. Perhaps the anchoring theory was wrong, and they had done little besides rid the island of two dangerous creatures.

Not a terrible end in and of itself, but... disappointing.

But the morning brought a stark difference. As Obi-Wan stepped outside, he found himself squinting against the rays of a feeble but present sun, hovering low in the sky above a thinner fog.

The island had not changed back. The buildings had not begun to recover, and there was still the shadow of a hollow staggering around in the streets not far away. But there was a sun shining in the sky. "Well," he said, "I suppose this is as good a sign as any."

[[ open! yep, the sun's back. ]]

Outside the Magic Box, Sunday

[not_every_mage]

Town wasn't totally recovered yet, but it had definitely improved. The sun alone was enough to show that.

That only gave Anders so much comfort. Things could look better for a while and then get worse, after all. So he decided to go to work for two reasons -- first, in case anyone needed magic supplies, and second, because he wanted to be ready to fight if fighters were needed.

He lingered on the sidewalk outside the store before going in, finishing his coffee and enjoying the weak morning light.

Outside the Ruins of Pizza Planet, Sunday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

"This," Dante said, "Has got to be the most depressing part of the week so far."

No, the entire town being in disrepair wasn't it. Running into Kathy wasn't it. Fighting a tentacle beast wasn't it.

He picked a sliver of cardboard with the Pizza Planet logo still on top of it up out of the debris, and sighed. "Shitting hell."

[[ open. idek. ]]

The Principal's Tower, Sunday Around Noon

[endsthegame]

Their efforts against the monsters yesterday had had a real effect. There was nothing left to do for now besides find the monster that lived in the principal's tower-- perhaps with her death, something would change.

And so, a small group assembled on Sunday morning to make that a reality.

( Zoe was less than pleased about the current state of affairs on her island. )

[[ much love to our fighters uncertain_dume, vdistinctive, goodforsix, raven_unhollow and of course the fantastic bigdamndean! small OCD coming up! ]]

The Woods in the Preserve, Friday Afternoon

[hollowed-queen.livejournal.com]

Karla was in a Mood. A bad one. First, that little snack Alluka had brought for her had gotten away. Now, something was happening around the island and, whatever it was, she didn't like it. She was hungry, all the lovely fog was going away, and she just wanted to bite something until it bled and screamed and died. The bodies of several hollows littered her cavern. She hadn't even eaten most of them, she'd just wanted to murder something and they'd been handy.

Ugh, where was one of those obnoxious Fandom heroes now? She'd show them what a real apex predator looked like.

[For one and for epic SP]

Streets of Fandom, Sunday Morning-ish

[smilestopscars]

Ezra had shown up on Fandom shortly prior to things going to shit. Shortly after things going to shit – and ruining what had been a lovely encounter and ensuing overnight stay with a nice guy from J,GoB's in the process – Ezra had switched to fox form.

And he hadn't swiched back since.

And yes, he probably should've helped solve whatever this was. Or fought things. Or -- just about anything. But sometimes, he wasn't that person, and this just hadn't been the week for it. Not even a little bit.

And see, the sun was out. Things were probably going to turn out just fine without him. So, don't mind him. He was just a fox sniffing around town.

[ooc: *shows up late to the BDE sans Starbucks but with focus issues* Open.]

The Streets of Fandom, Sunday Morning

[trulyshelved.livejournal.com]

There was sunlight! It was weird.

Allu-Nika spent some time peering up at it with their four green eyes, their mouths smiling, even as they puzzled through the reappearance of the shiny thing that they couldn't figure out how to get.

Maybe someone would give it to them. Maybe He-On-Fire could? He was big. Maybe he'd be able to reach it.

They giggled happily to themselves then, sensing someone nearby, they tumbled off the building in a freefall to land just above the ground.

They peered around, two heads looking in two different directions, but for they found the person and stopped and stared, all of them focused on him.

Was… was that… but He-On-Fire was their Papa now.

But this was Papa too. They knew him. They knew him.

They floated on over, picking up speed, and without really thinking about it, Allu-Nika attached themselves to the person's leg. Papa! Their giggling filled the air.

Maybe he could get the sun down for them?

[For one, please! And probs SP.]

Outside Demon Marcus, Sunday Evening

[myownface]

Sparkle just... couldn't. The island had gone back to normal, which meant that he could go home, eat like half his weight in pancakes and ice cream and shower until the end of days while playing C Is For Cookie on repeat until he lost his freaking mind, but he was restless. Anxious. Feeling kind of on the awful side.

The apartment would be quiet, unless Atton happened to come home, and he'd be left in the company of houseplants and he just. Could. Not.

So he'd made a detour from the park to the Demon Marcus with a mission in mind.

He was taking his betta home for the night.

Yep. That was all.

He was going to collect his fish, walk back to his apartment with it, set up the tank on the counter in the bathroom, and then shower for like three hours because he was basically never going to be clean again. Maybe he'd clean the apartment from top to bottom. It had been a few months since the last desperate bleach-the-whole-bathroom fiasco, he was overdue for another one. Maybe he'd just retreat into the living room and put, like, Peppa Pig on to play on Netflix forever and surround himself with houseplants and the fish and his stuffed cat and make a pillow fort and never come out of it again, and Atton would have to live life walking around a little blanket fortress and Sparkle would fight him for those couch cushions, dammit.

His face hurt where that other him had clawed at it and Sparkle was taking his pet fish for a walk.

No big deal.

[OOC: ... I was trapped in Christmas hell today, but Sparkle gets a post. La. Open if anyone's not all BDE burned out!]