Off The Coast of Fandom, Friday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

Marshmallow snow descended gently on the island, covering the streets with white. The weather would pass again, only to return late in the day for one last dusting of sugar.

In that, the weather was wholly unlike the landmass that appeared at Fandom's coast to only brief fanfare. A flicker of purple light, a faint squishy noise as mud rose from the waters, towards the coast, and that was it.

It didn't really need the fanfare. With its high cliffs and massive concrete structures, The Complex and its accompanying piece of Blackreef were hard to miss. The mud now bound this island to the Abandoned Warehouse District.

"What the fuck?" muttered one masked woman as she peered across the land bridge. Her companion shrugged and heaved his gun.

"Let's check it out," he said. And they walked into the district, weapons drawn.

[[ you can find baddies in the abandoned warehouse district or a private post of your choice. hit us up here for an NPC. ]]

Fandom Counseling, 4th Friday

[sharp_man]

It was nice to have a covered walkway between the house and his office on days with inclement weather. Even if that weather was just marshmallow snow.

Hannibal, who yet again had no sense at all of deja vu, would be in his office doing paperwork and trolling APA forums unless anybody stopped by. Outside, Joni was chasing marshmallows around and pouncing on them, Beethoven was grooming marshmallows and looking disappointed when they got smaller, and the flamingos were huddling under the porch after a few too many bonks on the head from marshmallows. They looked downright annoyed today, staring at the sky as if to dare it to keep doing this.

Ah, Fandom.

Hannibal did frown thoughtfully as he listened to radio. He'd have to look into what was going on.


[Open post!]

Fandom Fire Station, no really, still Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis was excited by the snow! Until, you know, he actually got out into it.

"This entire town's teeth are going to rot out," he grumbled. Maybe the sign today should be a reminder about dental hygiene.

He grabbed the letters and the ladder, and was just taking down the previous sign when he heard what sure as hell sounded like shots being fired. Or maybe fireworks?

"How much do I want to bet that either way, someone's getting themselves killed?" he grumbled, and started climbing down again.

It was, as far as he was concerned, a fairly typical Friday in Fandom.

[open! If a firefighter dies in a shootout and no banik is around to feel it, does it count?]

The Magic Box, Friday-which-should-be-Monday

[existencemisspent]

After shoving himself out of his existential malaise at the house, Eliot decided to handle this particular loop in grand, Physical Kids fashion, and composed an instagram story:

YOLO&O&O&O

time has ceased to function
nothing counts for anything
but the drinks will be free

@ the Magic Box
FriMonday
aka right now

#whathappensintimeloopsstaysintimeloops

Come on down and rave it out, Fandom. Eliot's got your crisis covered.

[OPEN TO ONE AND ALL!]

Fix & Clean- Early Friday... ACTUALLY... Who Knows?

[alwaysonguard]

  Dwight was feeling better than he had the last two days since the drinking binge with Amaya. Though there was still a dull ache and throbbing at the back of his skull from all those rounds, which had been at least a round or maybe two too many. But he had gone to work with far worse before so he was hoping to be able to get back to that project he and Amaya had been working on, totally oblivious to anything unusual or repetitive or non-shooty about today. As far as he knew, it was Friday morning - for the first time that week- and he needed to get over to Amaya's with an update on the progress he had made.

In the shop, he began to take stock of where he stood and what all still needed to be done to get the first display counter to a more finished and finalized state. There was still some sanding to do before he could get to the finer details of any engraving work Amaya might want. And actually, come to think of it, he should probably get her thoughts on how things looked so far before getting too much into it. They had so far been discussing things pretty remotely, so it was probably a good idea to get here over to the shop at some point to have a look for herself. Dwight figured there was time for that and he could get a little more work done on things before he needed to bother her again.

A whimper and yelp from the other side of the shop pulled Dwight out of his fog as he filled his cup with freshly made coffee. He looked at a rather pathetic-looking pup standing at the door of the shop, yapping at the thick layer of goo that was already forming on the ground. Marshmallow snow. That was definitely a new one.

“Sorry, Snoopy,” he said as he knelt down and rubbed the pup’s head apologetically. “There’s no way I am taking you out into that. We’ll go for a walk as soon as it clears up, ok boy?”

With a slight sigh, he stood and went back to the workbench to try and get something productive done that day.

[Post and shop are Open and the totally non-remembering Dwight is also available]

 

The Perk, Friday Afternoon (Monday)

[weirderthanthou]

The staff of the Perk were used to shenanigans. Weird lights? New piece of island? Pfft. The only person who was even a little taken aback was the newbie, and they had already dealt with advent this year.

No, the baristas made their coffee, tables were cleaned, and the Perk's seats were free and cosy to anyone looking to read the paper just obviously enough to invite conversation. Come on, get it while it's hot!

[[ feel free to ping in and use this for all your perk needs. ]]

Trooper Station, Friday-that-is-really-Monday

[grenadesandohana]

Well, at least he was supposed to be here today?

"Yes, there's a new section of island," he said, interrupting Calvin mid-sentence as he shook marshmallow snow from his hair. "Keep all the gun-wielding lunatics on their side of it, okay? We're going to try something today and I don't want any of them staying here."

The Trooper Station was open, and very interested in their bulletproof vests today.

Blackreef Island, Late Friday Afternoon into Evening

[lets_do_the_timeloop]

There was a Plan, and it was in motion. Jesse assembled another group of willing Fandomites in the morning, for a single purpose: to bring down the three people anchoring them here.

Or, well, one. And then hope Colt did the job he'd promised to do.

Unlike yesterday's group, the team arriving on Blackreef found the island not quite covered in marshmallow snow yet. It was still cold, and the grass under their feet looked anemic, and the Complex... was empty?

( For the record? I do not like this. )

And then... well, then... nothing happened.

Blackreef was quiet, bar for the fading gunshots coming out of Colt and Julianna's guns, all the way to Fandom.

[[ some aftermath-y ocd incoming! ]]