Demon Marcus, Monday Morning

[myownface]

Okay. The island was doing... something.

Sooomething.

Something weird.

And Sparkle was... dubious about going in to work today given the weird thing had literal raptors pulling rickshaws in the street, but he had finally arranged for his order to come in today, and someone needed to be in the shop to sign for it.

But when he got there, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside, the items on the racks were, uh... Bedrock Chic? And Sparkle knew he hadn't stocked the shop with mumus made out of brightly-coloured animal pelts, thanks.

"Nope."

He called his supplier, cancelled his order, demanded a damn refund, and locked up the shop. Possibly for the whole week. Maybe forever. What were you doing to him, Fandom? Why?

[OOC: ... I just kinda had to. Open if you can catch Sparkle doing his about-face.]

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal showed up early, in his best lizard-skin suit. It was charming, he supposed, if you didn't mind being clothed entirely in skins.

He sighed when he saw Sparkle closing up. "I'm guessing your clothes aren't any better than mine, then?"

[myownface]

Sparkle took one look at Hannibal, and promptly bit the inside of his cheek to keep from barking out a startled laugh.

"Oh, trust me, what you're wearing is way better than what's in there today," he shared. "But I guess at least the stuff in my wardrobe didn't actually change. Holy shit, your suit has scales."

Which was hi-lar-i-ous.

[sharp_man]

"It does indeed." Hannibal sighed. "All of them do. Scales, or fur. One of my coats has feathers on the shoulders. If nothing else, it is rather warm for the current weather. I was hoping that you might have better."

[myownface]

Sparkle frowned a little and looked back through the door.

"... Depends on how well-ventilated you want to be."

[sharp_man]

Hannibal frowned in turn. "Meaning?" He stepped closer to look past Sparkle. Got one look in.

"No."

He might be in skins, but at least they were well-tailored, otherwise fashionable (if too-warm) skins.

He sighed. "I wonder how long this will last."

[myownface]

"In my heart of hearts, this'll be back to normal by tomorrow," Sparkle offered. "But... hell if I know. Fandom. This could be our next week, or month. Remember that year the island just bounced around from world to world?"

Hell, this wasn't even the first time Fandom had dinosaurs.

[sharp_man]

"I do," Hannibal agreed. "At least we stayed the same through that. "I also remember the months when we were different people nearly every week."

He sighed. "At least we still have central air. But you should see our cats."

[myownface]

Sparkle remembered those months. Sparkle had been a vampire.

And Hannibal's cannibalistic adopted son.

He made a face, which he was totally going to attribute to, "Yeah, the mugginess is rough. If I didn't know better I'd say I was baking my brains out in Toronto in July right now. What's up with the cats?"

[sharp_man]

Hannibal took out his phone and showed him the picture he'd snapped earlier. "The large one is Joni."

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked at the photo. And squinted. And tilted his head. And blinked again.

"... She must be living her best life right now."

He was going to need a minute to parse, 'the cats are now dinosaurs.'

[sharp_man]

"She seems to be enjoying it," Hannibal agreed. "There are a number of problems inherent in a kitten that large, however."

She still bounced and zoomed. She was just much larger.

[myownface]

"Playful but way too big to go jumping up on things?"

Sparkle was... kind of jealous, though.

[sharp_man]

"Not that that's stopping her, naturally." Hannibal shook his head and gave Sparkle a knowing smile. "Feel free to drop by and keep her occupied, if you like."

[hernando_fuentes]

The tea store was the tea store but you know what fits perfectly fine through a quokka door?

Compies. Compsognathus. Chicken-and-turkey sized carnivores. Hernando had come out to find the quokka, headed by Dave, facing down a small pack in what looked like the Jets and Sharks showdown in West Side Story. He watched it for a moment and took a picture because of course. He offered the dinos a dish of mixed greens. They weren't interested. Hernando moved the quokka's food and water to the far side of the store. He wondered if there would be trouble between the obvious carnivores and the obvious herbivores.

That was answered when a meter-long centipede scurried in through the door, promptly pounced on by the chirping group of compies.

Hernando was on the counter. He wasn't certain exactly how he'd got there but he was not staying on the same level as meter-long bugs. Not happening.

He sent Sparkle a text.

BABY THERE ARE DINOSAURS AND GIANT BUGS! THERE. ARE. GIANT. BUGS!

This was not a happy exclamation, no.

[myownface]

Sparkle got the text just as he was locking up. And squinted at it for a long moment.

"... Oh god."

How giant are we talking, babe?

Because if they were talking about eight foot scorpions or something, he'd need backup...

[hernando_fuentes]

'Nando sent a picture of the remains of the meter-long centipede in all its red and purple glory as the compies tore its legs off and spat them to the side so they could get to the creamy center. One of these writ large.

BIG!

[myownface]

Sparkle would not admit, in a million years, to the ungodly whimpering sound he made at that photo. Ever.

I... am gonna come over with a blaster and hopefully about thirty more of those little dino guys holy shit what the fuck who let this happen

[hernando_fuentes]

NO! Stay inside!

Next text, With a blaster and maybe invite some of the little dinosaurs in with you but stay indoors away from the giant bugs!

[myownface]

In reply, Sparkle sent a photo of the outside of his shop. He was already outside.

There was a moment's pause, and then he sent a follow-up photo, of a raptor pulling a rickshaw.

Island's doing something funky, but I was already outside anyway, babe.

[hernando_fuentes]

Good yes ok take the rickshaw where you are not walking at bug level. Hernando replied.

[myownface]

Was now a bad time for Sparkle to send a photo of the giant dragonfly that had just parked itself on the back of the rickshaw seat?

[hernando_fuentes]

Dragonflies were fine. Dragonflies weren't venomous or poisonous so far as 'Nando knew.

Maybe it will eat other giant bugs?

Beat.

BABY THERE ARE GIANT BUGS!

Someone was not having the best of days.

[myownface]

And dinosaurs. There are also dinosaurs. Are the fish okay?

... Sparkle was keeping his fingers crossed hoping for like a giant tank full of coelacanth and ammonites or something, now.

[hernando_fuentes]

Oh god! I haven't looked at the fish yet!

So.. there could be.

[myownface]

Hold on, babe, I'm almost there.

On foot, even.

I'm gonna have to invest in a really big flyswatter.

He was playing it cool, but giant bugs?

Absolutely screaming on the inside.