Around The Island, Thursday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

The island shook.

It was a light, almost delicate tremble: no bookcases would tip over, no houses would collapse, but a cup might shake just hard enough to go tumbling off the table and strike the floor, shattering. Here and there, a pet howled, spooked, but unsure why.

A small portal opened up right above the beach, where it was empty, no man in sight. The slugs - massive things the size of a dog, with ugly circles of teeth where their faces should be - hit the sand with a disgustingly squishy noise.

Pat.

Pat pat pat.

Pat.

Pat.

The portal closed.

Another tremble.

Then it shimmered back to life, malevolent in its appearance, its purples and reds, and let the people through.

[[ and so we begin the bde! open for Team Evil ]]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday, 12/14.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had gone through the day with an increasingly strange feeling in his scales, an uneasiness that seemed to be borne from nothing. Just a bad day, he figured; perhaps because he hadn't been swimming as much in the colder weather, his equilibrium was off. Zora just weren't intended to spend so much time on land, but he was still adjusting, he'd get used to it, everyone had strange days every once in a while.

But when he got to the shelter and found that a lot of the animals seemed just as uneasy, he started to wonder if there was something else afoot. "Do you think there is a storm coming, little ones?" he asked the fish. "Has the wind blown something afoul in the air, feathered friends?" he asked the birds. "Honestly, my feline fellow, I cannot tell if this is your normal bad mood or a particularly sour state for you," he said to that one cat who was pretty much always cranky but seemed so very extra today.

Sidon sighed, determined to get through whatever had them all out-of-sorts today, even going so far as having the vet on staff that day have a look at him for any hints of a sickness that might be settling in. The vet had never done a check-up on an employee like that before, but, considering the employee, she supposed it sort of made sense, and was happy to report a clean bill of health, as far as she could tell.

Furnado is open!

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [12/14].

[special_rabbit]

Since her new coffee maker design had been a success this morning and a little charged up with the creative sketching for hypothetical weapons, Amaya came into the shop today determined to give the Squsihy machine another go. A part of her was beginning to feel her attempt to fix that last nozzle was futile, a pipe dream, a neverending quest of disappointment and heartbreak, but that didn't seem to stop her.

"There," she declared, brushing her hands against each other as she fit the panel back into place, and drew in a big breath. "There's no way Red is coming out of this thing now. None whatsoever. I finally got it, Apu, I just know it."

And yet, defying all logic, when she pulled the lever, guess what came out.

If you asked her, that Squishy machine absolutely deserved that kick it got, as well as the wrench to its side.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Red Raspberry
Red Red Wine
Red

BUSINESS FOR SALE!
Contact Current Owner - Amaya Blackstone
555-AMYA

Turtle & Canary is open!

Around town, Thursday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

Something had sent Eliot's morning coffee careening off the counter, and sent Val into fits, both of which had Eliot's adrenaline running on high.

Since, you know, he'd met this island and all.

So his usual run had extended by more than few hours, as he made sure to run past or through as much of the town and the preserve as possible, Val panting along at his heel the whole way, letting out occasional whimpers and barks.

At this point, she was honestly about as worried about her person as she was about the island. This run was going on forever!

[open!]

The Magic Box, Thursday

[livingartifact]

The level of ambient magic on the island had always been much higher than it tended to be on Jenkins' Earth, so he'd long since stopped being concerned by the occasional little spikes and eddies he picked up on his various magical sensing apparatuses. This morning's magic quake though, minor as it seemed to be, was rather more than a little spike or eddy, and as such couldn't help but draw Jenkins' attention.

"Oh dear."

He was honestly more than half expecting to see more giant bunnies -- after all, the sharks had been accompanied by wind and rain, not quaking -- but he was only moderately surprised to see a tremendous slug creep by his door instead.

"Oh dear, indeed."

It was time to hit the books. And invest in a staggering amount of salt.

[open!]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Unlike Eliot, Hardison hadn't had any creepy premonitions. All he knew was that Net Neutrality had been repealed and he clearly needed to send a message to a certain FCC Chairman.

One thousand porn magazine to be delivered to his office? Why yes, that sounded like an excellent way.

To start.

[No OCD]

The Perk, Thursday Evening

[boneyard_girl]

It had been a long couple of days on the road, only for when the Millers pulled up outside the Mississippi town that had hired them to come in, to find the field they normally set-up in full of corn. And doors shut in their faces, when they went asking questions.

Seems the mayor'd run off after writing himself a bunch of checks a few months back, and no one had thought to tell the carnival that'd been scheduled to come in for a week.

Eventually they'd found somewhere else large enough for all of them to set up camp, but the show would not be going on this week. Instead, there'd be repairs to things and the adults frantically trying to rustle up a new show close by so there'd be some income this week. But since things were tense with the locals, Ada'd found herself bundled-up and shipped off to Fandom 'for her own safety.' Which was Chester's way of saying she wasn't putting enough effort into passing as human, lately.

Hence why Ada was sitting in The Perk later in the evening, drinking ridiculous sugary coffee drinks while texting people and trying to decide if she was going to spend her money on a hotel room or 'borrow' blankets from somewhere and set up in their favorite party warehouse for a few days, until she was allowed to go home.

Honestly, it was cold enough that the hotel was winning out, despite the dent it would put in her personal finances. But for now, she was going to take advantage of the light and warmth of the Perk, and have better coffee than anything any of the Millers ever made.

[OOC: Open Perk is Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

When Octavia came in this morning, the blue plant she'd first discovered two weeks ago had frozen two flowers that had been closest to it, and was still emitting a faint freezing mist around itself. Octavia frowned at it. As skittish as the plant seemed to be (not that she thought a plant could really be called skittish), it hadn't been doing that last week. Unsure what else to do, she got out the thick gloves she'd brought in last week, and moved the plant over to where it wouldn't freeze any other flowers.

Also where she could keep an eye on it.

She didn't know what this reaction was about, but she was instantly wary.

[ooc: Open!]