The causeway leading out of town- Sunday evening

[boocontinuity.livejournal.com]

And as the fans' rings had been taken, and the convention ended, and people's lives began returning to the way they should be, it was time for the fans to leave.

Or more specifically, it was time for the fans to be herded out to the causeway with their things by a... responsible adult? so they couldn't pull a fast one and try to stay.

"Okay, keep moving, chums!" The Tick called out. "Louise, I see you over there, trying to break off! Back in line! Don't think of this as being shepherded for your own good. For one thing, it's for the good of Fandom! For another, you're not sheep! You're people, with thoughts, and feelings, and passions, and very little wool during these warm summer months! I'm only here to herd you so that your fandom doesn't get you or anyone in Fandom in trouble! Because the road to trouble is built with a casual disregard for other people and..."

He kept going on like that.

[Bye, fans! As of this post, everyone in Fandom will have their lives go back to normal. Feel free to use this post for reactions!]

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Near the duck pond:

"Goddamnit." Her shoes were gone! Her purse was gone! The deed to Efferton Manor was gone! Various amounts of money were gone!

"... fun while it lasted."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

When the fans were gone, so were all of Jessica's weird feelings about Peter. But she still knew that something made her have those weird feelings, that every version of Peter she'd met through the multiverse was going to be murdered by Norman Osborn at least once, and that there was a chance her cloned body might just stop working, even if that wasn't likely.

Jessica had taken up residence in a tree in the Preserve for some alone time, and she was going to stay there for a bit.

[furnaceface]

Jonothon had known that nothing good could last forever, but he would have liked it if maybe this one good thing had lasted more than a day.

Tomorrow, he would return to Glacia. He would go back to war, pretending to be more okay than he actually was, just like he always did.

Tonight at the Boards, he was going to find his way back to an empty bed, and if he happened to cry a little, nobody needed to know.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was heading for Demon Marcus to find a stylish pair of dark glasses when he was struck with a craving for human flesh. Maybe a nice thinly-sliced...

Damn, he wasn't a vampire anymore, was he?

He reached in his pocket, but sure enough, the ring was gone.

Well, at least his entire recipe book wouldn't go to waste.