Town Hall, Saturday, December 19, 2020 [Let's Say Lunchtime]

[fh_extras]

Right. Science and magic people were going to... science and magic this thing out of the air. In theory, it was a good plan, in that 'winging it by the seat of our pants' kind of way that Jesse was intimately familiar with. In practice, well, the streets of Fandom were currently a little on the deadly side.

So she dusted off the PA system sometime in the early afternoon.

"Hey, we think we've figured out how to stop this thing," she said, forcing her voice to stay steady (public speaking was the worst, okay, but she just needed a moment to remind herself she was the dir-- mayor here). "But we can use some cover while we do this. I need anybody who's willing to fight to come in to town hall and keep our people safe, okay? Thank you."

Click.

( In which people respond enthusiastically to the opportunity to beat shit up. )

Town Hall, Saturday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse had tracked down the blackboard.

"Okay," she said, making a few quick, sketchlike drawings. "So here's what we know. The school board bought a new weather machine last week. It's circling the island and sweeps by the school between noon and two o' clock."

She made a corresponding drawing.

"It's also malfunctioning. Obviously," she said. "So we need to take it out. Preferably above the preserve or above the water, not... anything important. Definitely not between noon and two o' clock."

She drew something else. "There's apparently deactivation codes?" she said, "But we haven't been able to find them. So that leaves us two options: either we hack into this thing somehow and do some... weird computer stuff to simulate those codes," yeah she had no idea, "or we just shoot this thing out of the sky at the right time. Which will be harder, because we can't see it. We just know roughly where it's going to be."

Beat.

"Any ideas?"

Port of Fandom, Saturday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke hadn't planned on going anywhere today. Unfortunately, the porgs had managed to get into his pantry overnight, so instead of holing up on his boat and waiting for Fandom to get over . . . whatever it was doing this holiday season, he had to go out and get some food.

He'd barely made it down onto the docks when he saw something large and antlered approaching. With a very shiny red nose.

"Easy," he said softly, backing up and eying the reindeer -- a real one, not an inflatable one like he'd seen yesterday -- with caution. "You're just here for the atmosphere, right? You don't want a fight. You're probably as annoyed by all this as anyone."

The reindeer turned to face him, lifting its head and turning that bright red nose on him in full.

"That is . . ." Duke said, voice going a little vague. "That's some nose. . . ."

It was a glorious nose. So red and shiny. You could even say it glowed like a lightbulb!. Duke couldn't tear his eyes off it.

"You're hungry," he said, and smiled. "Well, there's plenty to eat around here. Come on, let's get you some food."

And if the Taste of Thai didn't want to give them any, Duke would just kick down the door and beat them into submission. . . .

[LOOK, DUKE HAS TO END UP MIND-CONTROLLED AT ANY OPPORTUNITY, IT'S BASICALLY CANON. Open!]

Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

[allie_vamp]

Things were quiet as Allie made her way to the Devil's Nest. Tiny had a glass of cheap tequila and was muttering quietly about evil reindeer. Knowing how these things worked, Allie could only assume Team White Hat had saved the day while she was sleeping. Sometimes being a creature of the night has its drawbacks.

The bar was open and the bartender was disappointed.

[OCD free]