Across the island [late evening]

[sith_happened]

Some time in the night, hours before drama began to pass into... lesser drama, something rattled. Something funny. Something... inspired by the weekend. Or inspiring the weekend? Who knew. But it was rattling. Right... near the diamond mine.

Louder and louder, until the rattle became a rumble, and then a tremor. The leaves of the trees shook and china rattled across the island. Just off the coast of Fandom, the sea split open and nearly tore a particularly phallic part of the Isle of IKEA in two before it stopped, and then the rumbling itself in Fandom lessened, then paused. Lava spilled forth from the break and into the sky--easily visible from dorm windows and around the island--and quickly cooled as it touched the water, building layer upon layer upon layer.

Smoke wafted off to sea, away from the island itself. The skies above IKEA, however, were black as the night, and would remain so for at least a day.

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[nookiepowered]

In an alley off Sphinx Street, it took a moment for anyone to realize this particular slamming against a brick wall was different from all the other slamming against brick walls that had been going on.

Any unclothed bits not safe for network tv hidden discreetly offscreen (hello, not a cable soap), the woman who wasn't Deb gasped over John Mitchell's shoulder, as the earth rocked and lava spewed into the night. "...Did we do that?"

[chosehumanity]

John gasped once or twice himself, just to establish that yes, they had been having the rampant Sex without actually showing any part of it. The rattling rumbled through his brain, but addled by the rampant Sex, he really only had one response.

"Think we did."

[nookiepowered]

"Huh." As smoke rose above the island, plaster dust drifted down into their hair... from the people-shaped hole that seemed to have been knocked through the back wall of the building. That one, she didn't have to ask about, at least; the silhouette was obvious.

Speaking of asking... "Wanna do it again?"

[chosehumanity]

John's gaze was drawn briefly up at the edges of the distinctly not wall-like wall above them, but someone shouted something at him about it off-screen and he quickly looked away. (They didn't have the budget to reshoot this part.)

Leaning over Bo, he shrugged one shoulder - he was the charming Irish vagrant, he could get away with that kind of thing - and said, "Always."