Saturday at dawn

[fh_test]

Today's forecast: Heavy rains. Sustained winds of 100mph. Waves cresting at almost 40 feet tall.

Chance of sharks: 100 percent.



Hurricane Finley hit the shore shortly before dawn, bringing with it alllll of the sharks that had been circling the island. Hundreds of sharks ranging in size from a couple feet to twenty feet long--many cursing like New Yorkers in traffic, several inexplicably wearing fedoras--flew through the air and crashed down on whatever was below them. Trees, buildings, generators...

Fandom might have been ready for a regular hurricane, but can you really prepare for a SHARKICANE?

[OOC: Go, Fandom! Fight sharks! Mod your building damage! Have one go through your dorm window if your roommate is also cool with it! Amazing weather graphic provided by Lainey.]

The Park, Saturday Morning

[magnusrushesin]

Magnus had been longing for his usual Starbucks, but somehow the fact that it was inexplicably raining sharks (h-hallelujah?) made up for the withdrawal. It also meant he got to sort through his inventory of weapons and wander on out to investigate this straight up Gaia Sash level weirdness.

"Something's really fishy about this," he announced, hoping he was the first one to use it. He'd be wrong but bless his heart, he did try.

A small mako shark whipped past, clearly judging his sub-optimal pun usage.

[So open]

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [08/05].

[merchant_of_miracles]

Sometimes, life just wasn't fair. The Merchant of Miracles had done all that he could to protect his cart from the incoming storms, but not even a cart as incredible and impressive as his could withstand all that wind, and those waves, and the shark the had pretty much burst into the thing while he was hunkered down inside and nearly killed him. So, for the second time in way too short of a time span, the Merchant's home was utterly destroyed with an extra helping of shark stuck in his living room. He thought of bunkering down with the unicorns, but you ever been stuck in a house with two unicorns during a sharkicane? It wasn't pretty. But at least his store had to be safe and in tact, right? They'd boarded it up, did all the preparations, even sprinkled the place with shark repellent (listen, you would, too, if you were the Merchant of Miracles and you saw those goons circling the place...Biscuit guy wasn't the only guy around here with dubious outstanding debts, you know). And don't even get him started on the poor Squishy machine!

"What do you mean, the shark repellent didn't work?" the Merchant demanded when he arrived, soaked from the rain, to find that the boards hadn't done anything, that there was a hammerhead in the hardware section, and that fish sticks weren't the only things in his frozen food aisle. "You musta done it wrong, Nahasapeemapedilon! You just can't find good help these day."

But, since he didn't have a home right now and he wasn't going to deal with the unicorns, the Merchant figured he might as well stay here and try to do some damage control. And of course try to sell stuff to anyone who might just happen to come in.

[[and a shark ate the ocd]]

Outside the Magic Box, Saturday

[livingartifact]

You couldn't watch a chaotic storm through plywood, so Jenkins was standing just outside his shop's door instead, under the dubious cover of the decorative awning. It was an almost absurdly foolish thing to do, all things considered, but one of the joys of magical immortality was getting to do almost absurdly foolish things with minimal consequences, and Jenkins felt like getting the most out of his magical immortality today.

Plus, there were sharks being blown around. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, even for someone with such a long lifetime.

He did at least take a small step back when one of those sharks was flung abruptly down into the street in front of him. It had a bit of tarp or some other long cloth tangled about its neck like a cape, and a thick, broken staff in its jaws. It gave Jenkins a pointed look. Jenkins blinked, and frowned back at it.

"Hell is empty," Jenkins mused. "And all the devils are here. . . ."

"It was a torment," said the shark (or so Jenkins thought it said, its mouth was full, after all), "To lay upon the damned.”

And then the wind caught in its cloak, and it sailed off to gnash and gnaw at some other poor fool braving the tempest.

[shut up, I HAVE SEVERAL REASONS. Open, should there be any other intrepid fools about!]

The Park, Saturday afternoon into evening

[fh_test]

After helping the squirrels to bring the radio's backup generator online, Anakin headed towards the Park, levitating dead sharks with him as he went and occassionally using one to intercept a freshly falling one.

It was a look.

He arrived at the park looking like a drowned rat and glanced around hopefully for other idiots out in the middle of a freaking hurricane who wanted to...freeze...sharks...for some reason.

What were the people in the library smoking?

[OOC: This is open to everyone, even if you didn't sign up for one of the teams! Get as nutty/creative as you want to about this: build some freeze rays, show off your magical freezing abilities, break into giant Luke's freezer, etc. All are welcome!]

Outside Caritas- Saturday evening

[throughaphase]

As soon as she heard Anakin's broadcast, Kitty had decided to go out for a bit and see if anyone needed help, or if anyone was fighting sharks or whatever. If she stayed intangible she didn't even have to worry about getting wet. And if she was going to the park, she was also going to check to make sure the bar was still standing and everything she'd done to prep had held up.

And she got there just in time to see a very large shark drop into the bar through the roof.

Kitty stood stunned for a few moments, and said, "Please let 'act of god' cover sharks."


[And Caritas is going to be drafty for a while. Open, especially if you'd like to shark wrangle!]

The Preserve, Saturday Afternoon

[cracksmostly]

Merrill really should have been indoors. She had every intention of going eventually, really she did!

. . . she was just a little bit lost. Surprise. In her defense, constantly having to evade sharks did tend to lead to a lot of necessary detours.

"No, no, I'm pretty sure I passed that tree with the little curly bits already," she said out loud to herself, absently, and summoned a handful of vines to ensnare the shark that came crashing through the branches. "Or are its little curly bits curling in the opposite direction? Oh, dear."

She stood there for a few moments, one hand on her staff and the other tangled up in her hair as if it would help her think. She didn't even notice the commotion of the very large blue shark flying headlong through the woods, pursued by an alot of bears, much less the distinctly Elizabethan ruff the shark was wearing.

"Oh! It's that way, I think," she decided, and trotted off in what she hoped was the direction of the dorms.

[OOC: It's livingartifact's fault. Also geniuswithasmartphone's fault. Open if you like!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Saturday

[puppy_fair]

So, there were monsters falling from the sky.

That was really all Zack needed to know. Before the storm had hit, he'd brought the chickens into the shelter, which on its own had been an adventure, so at least he didn't have to worry about those. Sort of. So long as the sharks stayed... out.

That was where Zack paying a visit to the animal shelter came in. The wind was vicious, the rain was pelting down at him, and he didn't notice. Nor did he care. He was lauging as he leapt here and there, slashing at the sharks, throwing huge shards of ice at them and burning through his magic reserves like the world was ending.

Which, in fairness, around here, it absolutely could be. It didn't matter. For the first time in years, he was in his element.

[OOC: Open for your animal-shelter-during-a-hurricane or killing-sharks-with-a-crazy-FF-boy needs!]