Around town, Sunday, August 6

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The winds of the Sharkicane had slowed down through the night, down to about 75 miles an hour. The damage from the winds and the sharks had done their work, too: Luke's, Caritas, and Turtle & Canary, as well as various warehouses, homes, and portions of the dorm and school were all looking much worse for wear. The streets were littered with debris of fallen trees, chunks of sharks, and sodden, sad fedoras.

Over in the park, a neat-ish stack of frozen sharks were awaiting their trips up into the sky to be dropped into the eye of the hurricane as it approached because this is your life now, Fandom.

But the hard part isn't over yet, folks! They are still plenty of sharks in the sea, even now being tossed onto generators, through windows and landing on alots, teal deer, and that one really sketchy dude who lurked by the butcher...

Caritas- Sunday night

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Kitty had spent part of her day throwing frozen sharks into a hurricane. This was absolutely the peak of her day.

And afterwards, she had to go and really check out the damage to the bar. The windows had held up, but there was a giant hole in the roof, along with water damage, and then there'd been a shark in here causing some trouble. The supplies had all been boxed up and put in the storage room, so at least that was all intact and she wouldn't have to replace it. So, this looked bad. But maybe once the debris was cleared out it'd look okay and wouldn't be too much work?

Apparently Kitty's night was now going to be spent pushing around brooms and carrying pieces of the roof out to the trash. Wheee.


[Open if anyone would like to help!]

The Park, Sunday afternoon

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In all her years here, Zoe had asked people to do some pretty dangerous things in the name of protecting the town. This... well, there was certainly some danger involved, but the idea was so utterly insane that she was having a difficult time keeping a straight face.

The message about recruiting people with ships had been cut off on the radio yesterday, so she'd spent the time between dodging sharks and hurricane debris getting in touch with people she believed might be helpful in this (admittedly insane) mission.

She looked at the people assembled before her and tried to keep a straight face. "Some very smart people have been looking into a way to slow down the hurricane, in the hope that this will lessen the damage the sharks are doing. They've come up with a plan to... well, we're going to try to kill two birds with one stone, except there's sharks instead of birds." She put her hand over her mouth to try to keep from laughing because seriously, what the hell were they doing? "There's apparently some science that says cold things will slow down a hurricane, so the plan is to take the frozen sharks, fly them up above the hurricane, and drop them into the storm to slow it down."

Zoe bent over a little, her shoulders shaking as she lost her composure for a moment. She was so, so sorry about this, you guys.

"All right, if we're going to do this, we need people with ships that can fly, and people willing to help with the shark drops. Flying over a hurricane certainly isn't the safest idea, but this is what we've got."

( Team Dumbass, Assemble! )

The eye of the hurricane, just off the coast of Fandom, Sunday evening

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People were flying spaceships into a hurricane. This was an actual thing that was happening on purpose.

It was kind of awesome, admit it.

( Our heroes! In ships: the Escape, the Ghost, The Phantom, and the Totally Stole it From Ahsoka )

Around the island, Sunday night

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Against most laws of physics and common sense, the "throwing frozen sharks into the eye of a hurricane" idea actually worked, and Hurricane Finley disappated, leaving nothing behind on the island but a literal ton of shark carcasses, storm damage, and the distant sound of a meteorologist sobbing about how none of this should have worked.

Bonfire on the beach tomorrow, anyone?

[OOC: Thus endeth the BDE, but feel free to continue fights, angst and whatever throughout the day--this is set for the evening. Here you can react to the end of the hurricane. Thank you all so much for indulging in our crack and enjoy Sharknado 5 on TV tonight!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday Night

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"Nooooooooo."

Sparkle, actually demonstrating a rare bit of self-preservation instinct, had managed to stay put indoors throughout the storm. Hell, he'd even waited a couple of hours to be damn sure the weather was done and over with before arming himself with his little blaster (he hated the things, but he hated dying even more) and a few of the knives Leto had gifted him with, and making his way into town to scope out the damage.

It... it was pretty dire everywhere he looked, and his hopes sank a little bit more the closer he got to Demon Marcus. When he got there to see that two impressively sized mako sharks had taken out the entire front window, boards and all, and had been carried by the wind through about half the merchandise to come to a full rest against the counter, he'd...

... Well, he'd kicked them. They were already dead, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to spend a good five minutes just vengefully kicking the shit out of the damn things as catharsis.

And from there he was checking behind the counter for-- yep. At least that had survived the storm.

He'd figure out where he was going to go from here in a while. For the time being, Sparkle could be found sitting on the front counter with a bottle of whiskey, drinking it straight and staring at his flattened storefront. He probably wasn't going to be going anywhere for a few hours.

[OOC: Shaaaaaaarks. The store is open late. Very, very open. Very, very late.]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday Night

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Jono's brow was creased as he surveyed the damage to his music shop, arms crossed in front of himself, wishing for all the world that the streets of town were at least wide enough to get a truck in here or something. The damage around town was nothing to sneeze at all over, of course, but on the other hand, the basking shark that had crashed down on top of his shop, taking out half the (thankfully unoccupied) upstairs apartment and a good chunk of his storefront with it, had been fully grown.

Fully grown when it came to basking sharks meant that Jono had about 30 feet of fish to figure out how to get out of here before it went off.

And that was why he decided he'd apologize to the neighbours if anybody took exception to him running a chainsaw in the dead of night. He didn't have super strength, and didn't know anybody offhand who might, and so he was going to have to resort to slightly more crude means to be rid of the dead animal.

//Gonna smell like fish for months...//

He had to complain about the stupid things while he could. It was a distraction from the fact that he couldn't get inside to see what sort of damage had been done to his stock until the shark was out of the way.

[OOC: Not QUITE how the chainsaw thing was meant to go down, but Jono lives outside the box. Open!]