All Around The Island, Early Hours of Friday Morning

[glacial_queen]

It was early morning when every screen on Fandom turned on of their own accord. Not just the big screens that dotted the island and were posted around streets and in the wilderness - every screen. TV screens, computer screens, phone screens, even the screens that were just a bit of illustrated plastic stuck to the front of a clunky plastic box. They all glowed bright as they turned on, had a few seconds of digital snow, and then Karla's face appeared. She was fuming, breathing heavily, her painted cheeks bright red and little rosebud mouth pinched.

"How dare you," she shrilled. "How dare any of you? That some of you reprobates would go so far as to try and attack our beloved island! Digging deep down to try to - what? Was your plan to bury a bomb? Poison the water? Something worse?! Well, it didn't work!" She laughed, a mad cackle, and dragged a chained Liam in front of the cameras. He was looking a little worse for wear, his plastic scuffed and paint worn away. "We caught your precious little strike team," she hissed. "And you know what? They're all going to die. Starting with your Sheriff and going on and on until every single traitor has been fed to the Junkyard. Say your goodbyes today, Fandom. Because tomorrow drums aren't the only things that will roll."

The cameras focused on Liam's exhausted expression one last time before they cut out, turning black all at once.

[FB, Liam modded with permission!]

Around the Warehouse District, Friday [08/16]

[died8yearsago]

Well, the shit was really starting to hit the fans now, wasn't it? Trying not to be too annoyed at being called out by those stupid kids on radio this morning, Rosa was trying to figure out what she could do. And since the "good" toys around the island were probably going to be on high alert, she figured she'd better do what she can to at least safeguard the place that had been their haven since Caritas got a little too dangerous.

She was prancing and dancing around the warehouse district, as a detective ballerina was wont to do, checking for spots that might make for good traps, making note of places that might be good for hiding weapons, taking note of the best strategic spots. Basically, she wanted to know this place like the back of her plastic molded hand in case shit went down.

But if anyone asked or started to think he behavior was suspicious, she was ready to double down on the fake good toy bullshit and explain that she was clearly just searching for any sign of secret activity and movement out here among the warehouses. That was her job, after all, to detect, and with the sheriff captured as a traitor, well, then she just had a heavy burden of protecting the island fall on her shoulders, now, didn't she?

That was her story, and she was sticking to it.

And while she was planning and picking out spots and thinking up potential traps, she came across a little something else that was unexpected, but...curious. She definitely knew how to spot a clue when she saw one, and this thing practically had flashing lights and arrows pointing to it to denote it as such. Frowning, she did a nice dip of an arabesque with fantastic leg extention to gracefully sweep it up from the ground, then turning over the small doll in her hands, rounded and shaped like one of those nesting dolls. It opened up like one, too. The scene painted on it was familiar...she recognized it soon enough as part of the island.

Yeah, if that wasn't some kind of clue or had some sort of meaning behind it, then she might as well turn in her detective ballerina badge right now.

She did wish she had a better spot to hide it while she went to continue her dancing search, but she'd make do with tucking it into her tutu and now changing her strategy to see if there were any more similar clues nearby before going and finding some of the others to determine whether or not it actually meant something.

It was a goddamn nesting dolls with a scene of the island on it, though. Come on. How could it not?

[[ open warehouse district is open! pls to not mind the work related SP, tho! ]]

Kanan's warehouse- Friday- NFB

[throughaphase]

After last night's mission, Kitty had felt it was smarter to just not go home. If they hadn't found them at the warehouse yet, she was still staying there, while knowing they might need to move or scatter if the "good toys" got too close. She had the nesting doll, and the fact that it was empty was a giant clue, though she didn't know exactly what it meant in the bigger picture.

Well, with an execution date for their friends, they had to figure that out pretty quick now, didn't they?


[Same as usual! Mod an invite if you need one, Team Bad Guy has to work harder.]

The roof of the Pizza Planet, Friday morning

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae was running around and jumping on things again this morning. Doing so yesterday hadn't brought the vengeance of the other toys down on her head, and it was at least some kind of vent for all the feelings broiling in her fluffy stuffed insides.

She flung herself onto the roof of the pizza place (oh god, she missed pizza . . . and eating . . .), landing spread eagle, flat on her face with a little whoompf noise. It didn't hurt, just squished her a little. (She kind of missed pain, too.)

She hopped back to her feet, ready to bolt across the roof and fling herself onto the next one, when she spotted something tucked in between the little nubby bumps of the lego-block roof. She toddled over for a closer look (squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak) and pinched it between her stubby little paws.

It was a nesting doll, elaborately painted. With a map.

Huh.

She looked around, then back down at the doll. It was already slipping out of her velvety smooth paws. After a moment of thought, she pulled off her little brown t-shirt, and with some false starts and careful use of all five of her limbs (so that was what a tail was for!), managed to tie off the bottom and stick the doll inside. She slung the resulting bag-type-thing onto her arm and started towards the warehouse district.

Hopefully without getting arrested for public indecency for not wearing her shirt.

[establishy!]

The Lighthouse, Friday Morning

[built_fjord_tough]

Amaya hadn't come back to the forge yesterday during Fjord's shift. Which... hadn't really surprised him. She'd acted a little bit off, and he had learned the reason why this morning when he'd listened to the radio broadcast.

Amaya had been taken. Amaya was a 'bad toy.'

Amaya. And here he was, in his proper damn mind, skulking about and pretending to be a good toy still, speaking in that damn accent of his and keeping his head down and smiling for anybody who passed him by, and it was enough to cause a nasty twist of something in his little resin chest. He needed to...

Needed to...

He had no damn clue. Go for a walk. Clear his head. Find some familiar ground. And so it was past the port today and up to the lighthouse where, if nothing else, he'd be able to look out over water that seemed to go on forever and step out of his damn head to be back out on the sea. The stairs up were... an adventure, really, given the base under his feet, but it was all the more reason to take a seat next to the light at the top and catch his breath. Settle in for a few minutes. Familiarize himself with the inside of the place, because if nothing else, at least this would be somewhere good to lay low while things were going to hell out there. Figure out if there was anything he could do to help turn the tide.

His brow creased slightly and he frowned as he sat. Wedged under a small ledge under the light, there was a... a something. A nesting doll? He reached for it, turned it over in his hands. Hollow, there was room in it for more, but the painting on it was of a familiar port, the Port of Fandom, a beautiful illustration of the shoreline and water there.

"Now," he murmured, considering it for a moment longer, "what are you all about?"

It seemed important.

It seemed as though, perhaps, he had something to contribute to this rebellion after all.

[OOC: Establishy! Unless you've got a burning need to poke the green boy!]

Atlas Gym, Friday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

For someone who was such a good toy, Clint was finding it a little hard to have fun right now. The reports on the radio were getting more terrible every day, more and more toys were turning out to be bad, and Kitty... no, Kitty was a good toy who had a wonderfully fun reason for not coming home last night, and she'd surely tell him and Lexi all about it when she came home tonight.

Lexi, of course, was being the best baby doll ever while Clint organized all the little plastic weights back into their rightful places. Staying focused on work would help him stay happy, and making sure the good toys had a place to exercise all their moveable parts really was fun!

[Open if anyone wants to come by!]