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fandomtownies2014-03-26 08:19 am
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Across the Island, Early Wednesday Morning
Booker had been a busy boy.
He'd been trying to get off the island since yesterday, but not a single rift he'd opened had let him step through. They had all just brought things in. Small things, mostly. But by Wednesday the amount of force he'd been exerting on the fabric of reality around Fandom was starting to show.
First came the piranhas, soaring past his head at five AM. He'd had to throw himself at the ground and it'd taken at least ten minutes before he'd gotten the damn rift closed. Next? Bears.
He was not going to ask. Bears had to be the most normal thing that'd happened to him over the past couple of months. And the mummies? Well, they were just people. Swaddled people who tried to yank him limb from limb, but a shotgun blast to the head had fixed that.
He was starting to wonder whether this was intentional - whether he was meant to stay here. Maybe... Maybe he had to keep looking.
Behind him, Taste of Thai flickered, then disappeared. In its wake, it left a set of cabbage stalls whose vendors would be very confused to find them missing in the morning. And somewhere on Godiva, another house made way for a water-filled pit.
Otherwise, everything was right as rain.
[[ nfb, nfi. ]]
He'd been trying to get off the island since yesterday, but not a single rift he'd opened had let him step through. They had all just brought things in. Small things, mostly. But by Wednesday the amount of force he'd been exerting on the fabric of reality around Fandom was starting to show.
First came the piranhas, soaring past his head at five AM. He'd had to throw himself at the ground and it'd taken at least ten minutes before he'd gotten the damn rift closed. Next? Bears.
He was not going to ask. Bears had to be the most normal thing that'd happened to him over the past couple of months. And the mummies? Well, they were just people. Swaddled people who tried to yank him limb from limb, but a shotgun blast to the head had fixed that.
He was starting to wonder whether this was intentional - whether he was meant to stay here. Maybe... Maybe he had to keep looking.
Behind him, Taste of Thai flickered, then disappeared. In its wake, it left a set of cabbage stalls whose vendors would be very confused to find them missing in the morning. And somewhere on Godiva, another house made way for a water-filled pit.
Otherwise, everything was right as rain.
[[ nfb, nfi. ]]