fandomtownies | Across the Island, Early Saturday Morning

It began with such an innocuous noise: ping, the sound of a small, overused, ancient gear finally giving up on itself. The gear had creaked and labored and turned all this time, and now it was through. The ping was a 'dent', and then the ping became a thunk as the gear fell to the floor.

Then the grinding started. It wasn't an encouraging noise, more like sand being pushed through a very delicate machine. The grinding kept going for a few moments more, and then there was a sigh... and then no noise at all.

At five AM in the morning, Fandom Island fell completely silent - at least for anyone with the capacity to listen.

Which was a shame, because the mob of half-human half-bird wak-wak flapping their way across from Ingvar Island had a tendency to scream very loud indeed.

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