All Around the Island, Sunday Morning

[shapethecentury]

The week of re-run happenings was drawing to a close. And that... was apparently inspiring the island to draw on some end-of-year things slightly off-schedule. Or maybe it was just looking forward into the near future, instead of back?

Either way, Jack O' Lanterns popped up all across the island, on window sills and by doors and all lined up by the paths in the park to create a nice bit of atmosphere.

Which would've been fine on its own, but it wasn't long before the sweet smell of pumpkins also drew out some bunnies from wherever such creatures hid when they weren't being called upon to make a cameo appearance on the island. And they were no ordinary bunnies: they were undead, for a start, all sharp teeth and empty eyes, fixated on one goal and one goal only, to feast on Jack O' Lantern brains!

How that worked when Jack O' Lanterns were famously carved empty, no one had yet to figure out. Still, the bunnies would be attacking the lanterns and their largely-empty pumpkiny goodness all day long. Unlike many other things during the week, they weren't as interested in humans.

Still probably best not to get in their way.

But hey, in terms of fauna that definitely wasn't going to attack anyone: the polar bears were also back! Kind of confused about being around in falltime, but still ready and happy to hand out Cokes to all they came across.

[ooc: Happy holidays/Halloween, island.]

Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey walked in with a Coke, past some bunnies ripping into a Jack-o-lantern outside, past the Starbucks gremlins looking sort of guilty about whatever they did the other day but also kind of betrayed by the Coke, still finding glitter on everything.

This week was so, so dumb. At least she'd gotten a lot of lightsaber practice in?

She got in, got to work... and that work was mostly trying to get the new? glitter off her hands before actually working. Had it been on the bottle? How did this much even get there?


[Open!]

Street Outside Wonka's, Sunday Afternoon

[shapethecentury]

Bucky had spent at least a chunk of every day this week handwavily because lolsob what is brain taking a patrol or two around the island, just to see what exactly was going on and if there was anything, particularly any seeming escalation of events, that Jesse and the rest of the mayor's office needed to be informed of.

And that was what he was doing out on the streets on Sunday, too. Down Apocalypse, up Minotaur, onto Unicorn, checking store windows for anything that seemed like more than the obvious and already accounted for. Which was the Halloween lanterns and the rabbits made him feel kinda queasy to look at, if he was honest.

(He also had a Coke shoved awkwardly into a pocket that the can didn't really fit into. He hadn't wanted one, but refusing a gift from a big white bear didn't seem like the best idea.)

So down along Unicorn he went. Groovy Tunes, Ching Tai, Wonka's.

... Wonka's.

Movement inside the candy store caught his eye. He crept closer to the window, feeling almost unwilling to do so - because he already knew what he would find.

Him. Before the war, before everything. Before too much experience with the then-modern day, too, by the look of that banana tasting.

He'd actually looked that young at one point?

Geez.

(He stayed to watch the moment play out, transfixed.)

[ooc: Open, with Sunday slowness.]