Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

The day had started off normally enough, so far as Zack was concerned. He'd gotten up, gotten ready for work, grabbed a materia and slotted it into a cuff he was wearing for the usual 'just in case' of heading to the shelter, and had settled in for a nice, relaxing day at the--

Why was that cat ten feet tall?

The poor thing was massive, laying on its back and having a nap, not seeming to care that part of its head was poking halfway through one wall and coming right out again on the other side. The other animals didn't seem to care either, not even when Zack went to investigate whether the giant freaking kitty was okay and wound up taking one step forward before finding himself clear across the room, one leg stuck in the wall.

It just kind of stayed stuck there, too, no matter what he tried.

And then his shirt disappeared.

The vet on duty today didn't notice any of this. So, it was going to be that kind of Tuesday.

[OOC: The giant cat glitch is my favourite of all the FFVII glitches, so sue me. Open!]

The Beach; Tuesday after Classes [11/06].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had been looking forward to this occasion since well before he'd even made the plans with Vette to meet at the beach that day, for swimming lessons, for dinner, for whatever else they might deign to involve themselves in, even though he did so with a great bit of trepidation as well, uncertain of how his little gift might have been received. He supposed he'd find out soon enough, when Vette arrived, if she arrived. He...tried not to think about that. He tried to push all of his nervousness aside and just focus on the task at hand.

Of course, it was easy to forget how nervous one was when one was subsequently completely bewildered. Because when he got to the beach, there was something very distinctly...unbeachlike about it, as there appeared to be no water. There were still fish, appearing to be floating suspended in the air as they swam around in what seemed to invisible water, stretching out as far as he could see. Confused, Sidon went to test the water, and it still felt like water, he could swim in it like water, but it just...wasn't there.

This was...this was going to be an exceptionally strange swimming lesson.

...but, he reasoned, it would be far easier for him to show off his fishing if the water remained so transparent and...non-existent.

He did find, however, that, occasionally, for small stretches of time, the water would return. But not for long before it disappeared again, or, sometimes, it would be different colors. Green, wine red, occasionally just deep, deep black.

And at least one rather shocking moment where Sidon found himself surrounded by lava, though it didn't seem to actually be harmful in the slightest.

Yes, this was going to be an interesting afternoon, indeed.

[[ I literally just found out about Sidon-in-Lava last night! Expecting one, but, hey, it's a beach! It's open! Vette's thread last chronologically, though, of course! ]]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

If anybody needed Norman today, they'd have to work pretty damn hard to get his attention on them during his shift at the Magic Box. After all, there was something seriously messed up happening outside the door, half the weird post-invasion ghosts of Fandom twitching and popping around in ways that just made no sense.

A dinosaur looked particularly perplexed when it couldn't just pass through a wall outside, and when it went to roar, it threw back its head and gave the most ridiculous rooster cock-a-doodle that had ever come out of the mouth of an allosauraus.

For once, the strangest happenings weren't going on inside the Magic Box, no matter how hard the books tried to grab Norman's attention with their much-rehearsed tumbling act. Too bad he was one of the only people who could see what was going on out there. Some of it was pretty bananas.

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

[chirpchirpchirp]

All of Vette's curiosity about the outcome of the heist in class had been put on the back-burner today. Waking up standing in the corner of her own room, wearing only her underwear, had been kind of a shocking start to the day, after all, and while she pulled her clothing on quickly, that cute red shirt that Sidon had given to her and the scarf to go with it, it seemed like the next time she looked down at herself, she was just wearing the same clothes that she'd been wearing when she first arrived on the island. Fortunately, the clothes that she'd put on that morning had come to her a few minutes later via a mail delivery - okay? - but that hadn't changed her moments of panic about it in the least.

So she'd decided she hadn't had enough caffeine for any of this, and made her way to the Perk. She made it down the stairs, her lekku flying straight up as though she was falling at a sheer plummet and throwing them up in excitement or something, walked outside, and for half the walk there she went way slower than she felt she ought to be, before being skipped ahead a half a block to where she felt she should have been.

At least she made it to the Perk and successfully ordered her drink, but when she sat down, suddenly everything about her except for her blasters and the coffee she was holding had gone invisible.

Just... completely invisible, except for two floating guns and one floating coffee.

"You know what," she said, ignoring the way her left lek had started uncontrollably twitching as though it had a life of its own, "I don't even care."

[OOC: .... SWTOR's companion and Twi'lek glitches are many. I have only just begun to glitch. Open!]

The Streets of Fandom; Tuesday Afternoon [11/06].

[hashtag_chocobro]

What was all that shouting and hollering and laughing filling the streets of Fandom that Tuesday afternoon?

Oh, just Prompto Argentum, riding a chocobo while standing up on its back the entire time, like you do, like a baaawse, NBD.

This place was seriously the best. place. ever. He was totally going to be late for work, but, whatever. WORTH IT.


[[ Chocobo-Riding-Expert Prompto=Best FF XV Glitch Ever, fight me. O P E N !! ]]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [11/06].

[white_oleander]

Well, okay, the shop was just being...odd today. The shop was odd nearly every day, true, but Astrid couldn't help feeling like today was really taking the cake. It was one thing to have flowers singing and dancing. It was one thing to have a sentient pet-like kittenwillow running around. It was, however, a completely different thing to have the fabric of reality rip and bend and shift every time Astrid lifted her head and found that whole sections of the shop had just...disappeared. Whole tables of flowers, a complete wall of vines, at some point the counter right in front of her, just...gone. Nothing left but blank voids of space, sometimes with some sort of grid in their place, like someone had forgotten to upload that particular graphic into the system.

So....that was a thing that was happening.

And in between moments where she kind of wished it would happen to her (disappearing from the world into an unknown void of space and time would be a pretty efficient solution to all of her problems, after all), she decided to scribble out a sign to place on the counter.

"Covent Garden Flowers cannot be held responsible for any items that may cease to exist at any time after purchase."

That should help stave off at least a few complaints, she hoped.

Covent Garden is open!

The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [11/06].

[hashtag_chocobro]

If the world outside was glitching this much, you'd better believe all the games inside the C.I.C. were just going bonkers.

And Prompto, coming down hard after the pure joy that was stunt chocobo riding, was trying his very best to try and fix it, wondering if some sort of virus or something got into all the graphic cards, rendering everything virtually unplayable. Hilariously so, more often than not, that was true, but it was really only cute for about the first fifteen minutes, and then it just got frustrating.

Also frustrating? Disappearing tools. Or tools that were in his hand a second ago, and then somehow shifted to just being a few inches out of his grip. Or tools that were suddenly something very not useful: he'd gotten a hairbrush for a few minutes, a spatula, a leek! His hand going straight through the computer he was trying to poke at, he was pretty sure there were two of him for a few minutes there, too, and he didn't even want to talk about when all of a sudden he had no body and was just sort of a floating head for a bit.

It didn't help, either, that the raven kept popping up in random spots throughout the store, and when it opened its mouth to caw, it sounded more like a chicken than anything else. Or sometimes a dog. Prompto was pretty sure that was at least one moo-cow in there, too.

The C.I.C. is open!

(Send help.)


[[and I think I'm done spamming the f-list now?? ]]

Trooper Station, Tuesday

[firstofitskind]

Liam's morning had started with small animals tattling to him.

Which in and of itself wasn't all that unusual, but the small animals in question hadn't been the mice, or even the squirrels. No, it had been a chicken. Who had been very insistent about letting Liam know that someone had been trying to break in to one of the shops.

In the end, it had turned out that the potential thief had just been an NPC employee who'd walked through the door instead of unlocking it with their key, but still.

The chicken had still insisted on filling out a police report. (Don't ask how the chicken was going to fill out a police report.)

And then while that was happening, a raccoon had come in to report that someone had stuck a basket on the head of the cashier at the jewelry store before making off with a number of items. The Troopers had been dispatched to bring that person in.

It was, Liam could see, going to be One Of Those Days.

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment

[2_old_for_this]

"This week's movie is sort of a holdover from Halloween," Peter said. "Horror movies are traditional. This one's a classic, a bit older than the other ones we've been seeing, but really well known and influential. The director was famous for suspenseful movies, and this is one of his most famous. Enjoy."

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was having an odd day.

It started when he left the house to get coffee. He accidentally clipped his shoulder against the door frame and in a flash he was back at his door step, coffee in hand, but sans his clothes. That had been weird enough. But then he ran into the cat that kept just mooing at him and that was just disturbing.

Now he was standing at work, fully clothed again, being very careful not to accidentally bump into any of the walls. He wasn't going to question the specials board.

Today's Specials
Squirrel on a Stick
Blamco Mac & Cheese
Mole Rat Chunks

Luke's was open and OCD-free!

The Preserve, Tuesday Morning

[not_of_the_nora]

There was a deer stuck in the hill.

Aloy had been out hunting, as per usual, or rather practicing: she'd had breakfast earlier and genuinely killing something seemed wasteful. But her quiet, graceful sneak had stopped rather abruptly when she'd seen it. The deer, that was.

It was embedded in the hill up to its hind, but it didn't seem to be... buried. No soil had been displaced on either side of it, and it didn't seem bothered about its precarious position. In fact, it was moving as if it was walking.

It just wasn't going anywhere.

"I... don't know if I should put you out of your misery," Aloy said slowly.

Even the Focus wasn't any help. Its scans only told her that the deer was there, upright and walking as if it was standing on the small hill itself. She had no idea what to make of any of it.

[[ open, but slow today ]]

The Park; Tuesday Night [11/06].

[died8yearsago]

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

In fact, it seemed brilliant, if Rosa said so herself. She had gotten stuck in the bar...literally, in every sense of the word...and, despite her best efforts, could not seem to wrangle herself free. So simple solution: use the mechanism that usually landed her in the duck pond to force herself out of the bar entirely by kicking Seivarden. Land in the duck pond, dry herself off, then she was good to go, returning to the bar without being a part of it.

But of course it couldn't have been that easy.

It could never be that easy.

Because now Rosa was stuck again, but this time mid-air, mid-fall, right above to duck pond. Occasionally, her body seemed to twitch a little, changing the exact position of her fall, limbs splayed or bend, but always just still hovering just a couple of feet above the inevitable splash waiting for her.

Who even knew how long this one would last? And it had effectively gotten her out of the bar, so it wasn't a complete wash. She kicked her legs a little, tried pushing the air with her arms. Nothing. So she finally just grunted, titled her head back with a frustrated groan, then sighed, staring up at the sky and resigning herself to her fate.

Until her position twitched again just as she was starting to get comfortable.

"Goddammit."


[[ open park is open, obvs. ]]

Fandom Counseling, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal had opened his office the same as usual today. Which was to say, he was in it. How he'd gotten in it had been rather out of the usual, as he'd had the key with him, but hadn't been able to see it in his pocket or his hand - but the door had still opened.

Now he was attempting to look up a few things on his computer, but it seemed that every time he tried, he ended up typing in midair a few feet away from the keyboard. It still worked, somehow, but it was decidedly odd.

Also, his tie kept sticking through his clothing. Not through a gap in his jacket, just through it.

This had better not be ongoing much longer.

[Belated open post!]