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There were two men - if you wanted to call them that - sitting in this empty room. One wore a funny hat and a matching costume; the other, a Christmas sweater with the Mont St. Michel skyline on it, beleaguered by red-nosed reindeer, and a dark green tweet jacket. It made him look like a faintly out-of-touch schoolteacher, trying to be cool at a school rager.

Of course, none of Fandom's finest would be able to tell just yet. After all, they were out in the hallway.

( Yay the big finish )

[OOC: Time is a weird soup, especially in a time travel plot and also around the holidays. Please continue playing in the afternoon before the finale. I just have Holiday Shit To Do in RL!]

heroic_jawline

Sooooo...the fans had recast people, de-aged them, brought favorites back, set up fake marriages and even less probable relationships, force-fed everyone entirely too much coffee, and manifested a giant snake demon for graduation.

Had their learned any lessons at all?

Not a one! They were laden down with fan swag and a million regrettable fic ideas! YOLO!

The Portalocity gnomes were confiscating their adorable toques, though, which was causing at least one of them (Kara, it was Kara) to threaten to write to their managers, but the gnome was quite firm about weapons not being allowed into the portals.

"Real life is going to be so boring," one sighed as they went into the office. "We'll have to schedule another visit soon!"

The Portalocity gnome gave them all a look. Not if they could help it, thanks.

[OOC: ~~Feel free to bend reality for the rest of Fandom day: by sunset, all of the effects will have worn off~~ It has been pointed out to me that if it goes until midnight, there can be awkward bedsharing wake-ups tomorrow and since we have been aiming for no fic trope untried, we'll do that. And thank you all SO MUCH for taking this and running so far with it. I've had entirely too many spit-takes this week. OC fans, feel free to ping in if the spirit moves you.]

heroic_jawline

The weather in Fandom was just a little more dramatic today, with fog rolling in at unusual times and freak rainstorms appearing just to make attractive people get wet. The island was also bustling with old familiar faces and ~~NPCs~~ dozens of teenagers who had always been going to the school on the top of the hill.

There were some changes to buildings and maybe to characterizations, but surely it had nothing to do with our new fans or their stylish hats!

And the weird shortage of shirts and non-sharable beds definitely had nothing to do with them, either. Cough.

[OOC: Establishy! You do not need to directly interact with the fans for your reality to be warped!]

heroic_jawline

Was it entirely necessary for the many women (and Phil) to be making that much noise as they left the Portalocity office?

Probably not, but they were in Fandom and just a little excited!

The town! The castle looming above them! The rickshaws! The...so very many steps!

Welcome to Fandom, fans! Please don't break the residents' brains too badly.

[OOC: And here's where your OCs can make their debuts! They do not get reality-warping powers until tomorrow but are free to pop into any open post to tell the "actors" in them how much they love them.]

seriesofbaddecisions

Well, the island was doing its thing again, and Sabine was more than a little irritated at the timing. This was her last week! She had a whole warehouse to pack up! People to say goodbye to! What she didn't want to be doing was have to fight off whatever was making ash rain from the sky.

Regardless, it was happening, so she and Lana decided to do a little patrol and check things out. At least armed dates made sense for this place.

"So this is creepy," Sabine said conversationally, catching sight of the mirrors lining the street.

[For the Sith!]

heroic_jawline

Well. It wasn't the stupidest plan Steve had ever heard of (that one still went to "let's drop a bomb into a hurricane full of sharks!") but if Nina's ~~oh-so-handwavy~~ message about a ritual that involved hand holding and singing and showing that they all had peace and joy and whatever in their hearts, Steve was up for it.

He'd find someone to punch over it later.

So here he was, in the park with song lyrics printed out helpfully for folks who hadn't memorized the song last night, ready to use his very best Captain America is Disappointed in You face to get people to play along with this and hopefully get their people back.

sith_happened

Anakin was blaming both the spelled seat on the bus that forced him into what he was convinced was top ten of the the galaxy's stupidest outfits and the giant beak on the front of the copiously decorated shuttle that affected his reflexes just enough to tip the bus rather than stopping it when a creepy horned guy with a really great robe, at least, stepped directly in front of the bus like an idiotic new teacher who'd never seen transportation before.

Anakin'd barely had enough time to yell to the passengers to grab onto something before they'd flipped...and now that he'd woken back up, they were definitely not on the causeway any more. Or the clinic. "Great," he grumbled, moving carefully to check for injuries.

He was still in the stupid chicken suit and also kidnapped, apparently. "Is everyone all right?"

[OOC: Team Kidnapped, come on out!]

heroic_jawline

Steve, bundled up in a variety of hilarious Avengers-themed winterwear (because the colder it is, the less you care), went out on patrol with his shield after Amaya's radio, making sure folks who needed to could get to the community center.

He trudged over to that building, made sure it was unlocked, stoked the fire, and then checked for stocks of food. He found fruitcake, a lot of canned things from an abandoned food drive, and no coffee at all. "Well, Tony will never come here if it's out of coffee," he muttered, heading back out into the cold and towards the sound of equipment breaking.

He'd return later.

[OOC: And here's your community center post, townies! Make yourselves at home!]

fh_extras

The snow and wind had continued through the night, passing "wow, this is a lot of snow", heading straight through "this is going to be really annoying" and landing right around "um, maybe the door facing the north side of the house doesn't open any more" levels and was still coming down.

So much for the idea of this being a bit of Fandom Advent whimsy.

It was brutally cold outside, as well, which was bad news for folks without generators who hadn't moved towards the locations with fireplaces. Generators all over the island also began failing systematically, aided by pairs of lurching, tool-wielding ~~snowmen~~ ~~snowpersons~~ snow monsters, with angry coal eyes, wizened carrot noses, and teeth filled with icicles.

Where had the snow monsters come from? For those with good eyesight and a need to go for a walk in a blizzard, an enormous iceberg could be spotted through the snow, floating just off Galactica Point.

It was probably fine, though, right?

heroic_jawline

The snow had gone from steady to verging on ridiculous to white-out conditions since noon. There was at least a foot of snow on the ground, with drifts up to almost twice that against buildings. The wind started to howl, and the combination of that and the snow accumulation meant that power all around the island started flickering, and then went out completely just before 4 o'clock.

Fireplaces immediately sprung to life in the common rooms and in the main room of the community center, but it was going to get pretty dark and pretty cold pretty fast.

heroic_jawline

On the weather channels, the meteorologists were turning that kind of gleefully hyper that meant that a really big storm was actually going to hit, instead of only leaving a dusting of snow and messing up commutes. In Fandom, temperatures were dropping, and the sky was an unpromising gray. The prediction was for at least a foot of snow starting around dawn tomorrow, so townies, time to stock up on bread, milk, beer, and toilet paper!

Students, get your hot chocolate fixings!

Or get out, while the causeway was still clear. No judgments.

magnusrushesin

Magnus had been longing for his usual Starbucks, but somehow the fact that it was inexplicably raining sharks (h-hallelujah?) made up for the withdrawal. It also meant he got to sort through his inventory of weapons and wander on out to investigate this straight up Gaia Sash level weirdness.

"Something's really fishy about this," he announced, hoping he was the first one to use it. He'd be wrong but bless his heart, he did try.

A small mako shark whipped past, clearly judging his sub-optimal pun usage.

[So open]

saddeserthermit

Very little had happened after the last battle last night, and so Obi-Wan had been loath to ask the last strike team to put themselves in mortal danger. Perhaps the anchoring theory was wrong, and they had done little besides rid the island of two dangerous creatures.

Not a terrible end in and of itself, but... disappointing.

But the morning brought a stark difference. As Obi-Wan stepped outside, he found himself squinting against the rays of a feeble but present sun, hovering low in the sky above a thinner fog.

The island had not changed back. The buildings had not begun to recover, and there was still the shadow of a hollow staggering around in the streets not far away. But there was a sun shining in the sky. "Well," he said, "I suppose this is as good a sign as any."

[[ open! yep, the sun's back. ]]

allie-in-the-au.livejournal.com

Allie remembered enough to know that there had once been a time when she hadn’t been constantly hungry. There’d been bottles of blood that weren’t the greatest in taste, but they’d served their purpose and kept the hunger at bay.

The bottles ran out a long time ago.

The Hunger never stopped. Alie did what she could to stop it with small donations from willing participants that wouldn't be too weakened by the blood loss. But there was one donor who wasn't so willing.

( And sad things happen )

no_siren

The Park came so close to the water. So close. Anyone who crossed the wrong side of the street was close enough to the shore and the deeper waters that she could come out and snatch the fool, but the Park itself was too far for her, even without its wards.

But she could taste the fear and chaos and fresh meat, and it was enough to draw her over from where she'd been haunting the dock yesterday, a shadow circling under the waves that would occasionally spyhop or crest, especially if anything interesting was going on.

There was something in the water, and it was hoping some of the meat would come down for a swim.

[OOC: Open! Because Murderfish are fun.]

intotheout

Tip had headed for the park by the time the sun was setting yesterday. The dorms did not look secure, so she was relieved when Peridot's tip had turned out to pan out. Sure, the place was ramshackle as all get out, and kind of stank, besides, but Tip had spent a summer living in a car with an alien while driving across the southern US. She could deal with ramshackle and stinky.

She took pictures of everything. She wasn't sure why, it just felt worthwhile to document it all.

Plus, you know, it distracted her a bit from thinking about the giant, creepy, busted up Tip statue out by the Post Office. She was pretty sure she could just see the top of her own head out over the remains of trees and buildings.

Yeee.

[Villagers and refugees ahoy!]

raven-unhollow.livejournal.com

Raven prowled through the streets of Fandom, keeping a wary eye out for any villagers foolish enough to be out by themselves (herself excluded, of course) or those who had gone hollow. She was also looking for any of these new visitors to the island she'd both sensed and heard about. Some of them felt...familiar in a way, though she couldn't really explain how -- due either to her empathy being turned down by choice or tiny fragments of her memory drifting away. If they were friend, she'd direct them to the village and safety. If they were not, well, she'd deal with that, too.

She didn't want to get her hopes up that it was help. Hope had long since evaporated, the last traces of it gone after she'd lost Karla. Now it was just protection and survival.

[Open to any villagers, transplantees, hollows, monsters, whomever!]

certain-dume.livejournal.com

He needed to leave.

That was the compulsion that had been thrumming through him ever since he answered to a name, back when words like 'Kanan' and 'Caleb' had still meant something to him. And that compulsion had remained, even while all of his other memories had faded. He had fought it. He'd fought it hard, let himself be guided by the Force and it had helped him to hold on to who he was for as long as he could.

But not even Kanan's connection with the Force had been able to save him, and as Kanan slipped away, something else formed in his stead. Blind, though he could see. Quiet, though he was desperate. Peace, yet...

He walked in almost drifting, wraith-like movements around the place where his ship stood, the Expedient having been replaced with the Escape long ago, and the Escape having seen better days. A once black lustre had been beaten away to the silver-grey that lurked under the paint, and one wing had been removed entirely, lightsaber scars still visible where it sat severed, on the apartment roof.

He had to get away, but no ship could take him from this place.

[OOC: ... Had to get this guy out. Was procrastinating because icons. SCREW IT. Open for SP during my work day (I miss being able to say that).]

alreadyhollow

The going was slow when you were a fifteen-foot monstrosity made of fire and molten stone. Or, rather, it felt that way. Every movement was a slow, deliberate one, but the extra height made up for it. One could clear a lot of road in a single step, when one was as tall as some of the buildings in town, after all.

So, what was the fifteen-foot monstrosity doing wandering the streets of town? If anybody asked Jonothon - and let's be real, most sane people probably wouldn't bother to try to strike up a conversation with him in the first place, and the island didn't typically have many of those left - he'd say he was doing patrols. Keeping an open psionic eye to be certain the hollows weren't wandering too close to the park. If you pressed him for a better answer, he might even give in and admit that curiosity had won out, that yesterday's flickers of sunshine and the wealth of new minds around the island today had him straying from the rocky bits mostly because... well... he needed to know.

But, of course, the going was slow. Not that he was in any particular hurry. It wasn't like the people here were going to be leaving any time soon, after all.

[OOC: Lumbering Giant meandering down Loon Drive, as one does. Open!]

kintsukorosu

Hannibal had come back here in the early hours of the morning, more to reassure those here that he was still safe and to stay involved in what was going on than out of any real desire to socialize.

The oddities of the day before seemed to have settled back into the usual dullness of day-to-day life, and Hannibal was keeping an eye out for any new people, but other than that, it was business as usual.

Maybe he could get a bit more volume out of their water filtration system today. It was a hobby.

[Open post! Come to the village!]

Current Location: The park

allie-in-the-au.livejournal.com

Another night of dark and fog.

Another night of keeping watch near the camp to make sure nothing too dangerous came near.

Her recent memories weren't too bad, but anything that happened more then a month or so in the past was hazy at best.

Allie remembered enough, impressions mostly - a laugh, the wind in her face as she drove down a highway - It was enough to remind her things hadn't always been so bleak.

And that she hadn't always been so hungry.

But that seemed like a lifetime ago.

[She's hungry. But harmless if you're a human or friendly sort]

kintsukorosu

The island had been strange today, flickering and moving. Hannibal suspected most of the people were staying close to the village - those who remembered enough to, anyway. He'd been there earlier himself, but his own safe place was what used to be his home. There were spells on it, apparently - he'd forgotten as much himself, but Jono had reminded him. They might be spotty these days, and some of the walls crumbling, but there were enough that most of the smaller evils avoided the place.

And more to the point, Jono was there, out at the rocky bits. And Hannibal had every faith in his ability to deal with anything else. At least anything mobile. Not to mention, he might have a better idea of what was going on.

Jono? he thought as he came out back, keeping a wary eye and a gun out despite the relative safety. He wasn't stupid.

//Hannibal,// Jono replied, still more or less out of sight. He'd been sitting among the rocks, watching the island shift below him. It had been... fascinating. And confusing. And, if he was being completely honest with himself, maybe the faintest bit worrying. There were more minds on the island than there had been before. More whole minds. Many more. It had been all too long since he'd felt so many.

He shifted his weight, and the stones underneath him ground and scraped together. Or maybe those were just the sounds of his own body shifting and grinding around him. These days there wasn't much difference. One had more fire.

//You're early today.//

notqnoreally.livejournal.com

[explosion resulting in rainbow mushroom cloud and shockwave]

A tremendous explosion rocked out of the park, flattening the hedge maze and pounding the dessert storm to nothing. In its wake, all the chaotic nonsense Discord had wrought returned to its natural state in a flash, as though none of it had ever happened -- though anypony wearing a hat could likely kiss that sucker goodbye.

The Elements of Harmony, or their sympathetic magical counterparts at least, had vanquished the foe, and the island could return to its usual, preferred state of weird. It was a lovely summer space day. Birds crept slowly out of their hidey-holes, looked around for any spare flying gremlins, and started to sing. The sky was the normal color that it would be on this little half-gravity planet the island was staying on, and the streets were once again solid, dependable, and non-slip.

Fandom had done it once again.

At sunset, or whatever the current planet's spacey equivalent, the light caught the marble scales on Discord's statuesque -- or statufied, perhaps -- dragon tail. Out on the preserve, an alot of polka dots bemoaned its lost calling before settling back into its old routine. And down on the beach by the lighthouse, a single, solitary, giraffe legged bunny strolled across the setting glowing space object as the screen irised to black.

[and that is a wrap on this MLP BDE! The Discord statue is a new permanent addition in the park, though the giraffe!bunny is just the traditional final cartoon punchline. I hope you all had fun!]

notqnoreally.livejournal.com

The hedge maze has continued to grow since the first day. The hedges topped off at ten feet tall, but once past the entrance, giant thorned vines slither between the rows, wrapping like tentacles around the ankles of the unwary. Gremlins and beasties stalk through the shadows, and anything attempting to fly over, from a full grown dragon to the tiniest bird, is likely to get swamped by sentient candy clouds.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, Discord resides. Hailing from a world without radio, he has no idea what's in store. Assuming, of course, the Element teams can even get to him. . . .

[open, once the OCD is up!]

voiceoverdue

( In which Honesty is found! )

notqnoreally.livejournal.com

Since sunrise, there'd been a stage sitting in front of the entrance to the hedge maze in the park. The only thing on it was a cartoony, red velvet and gold, fur lined throne. It wasn't hard to guess what -- or whom -- it was for.

Shortly after the clock struck noon -- or more likely, after the clock struck Lars Bergseng, Discord appeared in the center of it, dressed as an old timey town crier, ringing his bell loud enough to rattle the windows and quite possibly the residents all over town.

"Hear ye! Hear ye!" He cleared his throat, frowned, then bellowed "HEAR YE" one more time. "All residents of Fandom Towne are required to gather in the park for the coronation of Discord the Great, first king of Fandom!"

"Oh now, that was just wonderful," Discord said from where he was lounging sideways across the throne. Discord turned and bowed low to him.

"Your highness," said Discord.

Discord applauded.

Then he snapped his fingers, zapping as many residents as he could* directly to the checkerboard lawn in front of the stage.

"My fellow Fandominians," he began, swinging a heavy fur cloak out of nowhere and wrapping it over his shoulders. "I am so proud to stand before you today and accept the crown of Fandom, to replace the leaders so tragically lost yesterday." Tragically lost to that fairy tale tower you could see easily over his shoulder. Because Discord put them there. "While I may have only lived here a very short while, I already know that this island is meant to be my true home, and you all my true, humble servants. I already know that you will come to accept me with open arms. After all, if you weren't fans of chaos, why in Tartarus would you live here? I mean, how many of you just yesterday gave me some speech about how 'Fandom always overcomes' and 'the really weird stuff only ever lasts a couple of days anyway'? You all should be pleased with how I've helped your darling little isle reach her full chaotic potential!"

He frowned up at the sky for a moment.

"Nearly full chaotic potential. She could still use a little more floating. Anywho!" He clutched his hands together, and a scepter appeared between them. "Where's that bishop? Let's get on with this!"

Discord, dressed in an archbishop's cassock, appeared holding a large crown, which he very solemnly placed on Discord's head, while Discord rang his bell and yelled "Hear ye" a few more times for good measure.

All the flamingoes applauded. It was a lovely ceremony.

* You wanna get zapped there, get zapped. It's likely he doesn't actually have much of a handle on how many people actually live in Fandom.

nuclear_snide

( In which a ghost meets chaos sort-of-incarnate )

[ooc: to be continued!]

notqnoreally.livejournal.com

Perhaps the latest planetary stop just happened to be near a natural portal connection to a pony-filled land. Perhaps Discord decided to explore too far past the realm of sock puppets. Or perhaps it was simply one of those Fandom flukes. Whatever it was, the wind on the island changed direction late Tuesday night, after everyone had gone to bed (or gone to do the things they do when others go to bed), and a little bit of malevolent chaos drifted into town with it. Discord floated like a breezie, so small as to be all but insubstantial, drifting between the sleepy buildings and marvelling in a voice as tiny and overlookable as he was at everything he saw:

( And, being from that sort of fandom, he burst into song )

He landed on a branch in the park and disappeared in a little puff, leaving behind an eerie chuckle and the unshakable feeling that something was watching.

[and thus begins our summer BDE! Discord's entrance and song is unnoticable and thus NFB and NFI, though anyone who might be awake and/or aware of such things are more than welcome to have a Bad Feeling About This.]

fjordicswagger

Right. Tamsin had spent the past hour or three killing things in front of the community center. It was getting old.

Luckily for her, she still had the megaphone.

"HEY!" she barked. "ANYBODY WHO WANTS THIS STUPID BRAIN-SQUEEZER TO GO AWAY AND CAN KICK SOME ASS, GET OUT HERE."

This also alerted every monster in the general area, but she didn't care.

"IF YOU CAN'T KICK SOME ASS, BUT YOU KNOW SOME CHILDREN WHO LOVE CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER, OR YOU KNOW HOW TO PARTY, MAKE SURE YOU GET TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER BRIGHT AND EARLY TOMORROW."

She lowered the megaphone and cleared her throat. Loudly.

"OKAY, NOW LET'S MAKE THIS TOWN SAFE."

[[ FIGHTY POST! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up! ]]

sharp_as_knives

There was an appropriately sci-fi-ish light in the park near the duck pond, and then there were two naked men standing there.

Well, one and a half naked men and one-half a naked ball of fire?

Hannibal looked around and sighed. Well, at least it was warmer here than on the ship.

[OOC: No OCD or anything - open park for anyone who wants to catch the streakers!]

Current Location: The park

nuclear_snide

So, everyone had hopefully been notified, and now they were gathered and gathering, and Bob waited as long as he could for them to arrive before he stepped up to the front of the room and set off a burst of golden light to get their attention.

"Thank you all for coming." He projected his voice around the room. "In case you hadn't noticed, there's a lot of bad magic out there," he said dryly. If anyone hadn't noticed, he worried about them. "We've been looking into it, and we've tracked down the source, and if you listened to radio yesterday you know it's Needful Things and Leland Gaunt. He's been selling cursed items, often for the price of special or magical items in turn. What's new is that we've found out how to break his hold."

He paused very briefly ~~for dramatic effect~~ to let that sink in. "In order for someone who's got a cursed item to be free of the curse, they have to destroy the item." He stared around the room seriously. "THEY have to destroy it," he reiterated. "If anyone else breaks it for them, they will wither and die. If they don't break it, they will wither and die."

He leaned forward. "This is a very nasty breed of curse, rather like a poison. It's insidious. It will take them a lot of energy to break it, and it's going to hurt. They'll be weakened. You'll probably want to get them to the clinic. Also, because it operates on a psychic level, their recovery will be influenced by their mood. They'll need positive reinforcement, reassurance. 'Hug it out', as the saying goes."

Whatever. At least he wouldn't have to do that part. "Now, we know of a few people who've been sold cursed items. We've gone through radio broadcasts to get a list of everyone who was spotted entering the store. We'll need help to cover them all and make sure everyone has someone to try to snap them out of it. If you're willing to help, raise your hand and Four here can match you with someone. Any questions?"

[OOC: ~~Just a sec for the OCD!~~ Up! Have at!]

Current Location: Town Hall

fh_thumbprick

As dusk approached, the carnival began to thin out. Acts vanished. Music died down.

Mr. Dark peered through the folds of his tent and frowned. This was not working according to his intentions. Perhaps... perhaps he should confront some of these Fandom folk in person.

[[ finale time! use this space for your remaining huggings, as well as all the finale-y bits. wait for the ocd... ]]

fh_thumbprick

Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.

fh_thumbprick

On Friday morning, a strange mist rolled out from the park. It smelled sweetly of cotton candy, much like the scent of the night before. When the mist ebbed, it left something in its wake: tents and booths and rides, spread somewhat haphazardly around the park.

A moment later, the lights went on. At the front, an arch that bore a sign: Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.

A tall man with a dark mustache stepped through the arch. He took momentary notice of the carnival's surroundings. Then he clasped his hands together and turned around, disappearing into a small tent just off the carnival grounds proper.

As the attractions turned on one by one, music drifted from each ride like the mist that had come before it. It could be heard everywhere on the island, inviting anyone with the time and the wish for merriment to approach and try its many delights...

pandora-baddies.livejournal.com

A bunch of loaders swarmed in front of the Jack double, obscuring him from view. They stomped forward towards the team on their metal feet, priming their weapons and chattering in their electronic voices.

"First Law disabled. Combat commencing."

Best do something, team.

( And here we have some people trying to hero it up for Fandom! )

[NFI.]

handsome-me.livejournal.com

There wasn't a radio broadcast from Handsome Jack this morning. He'd said his piece last night, and today was just a waiting game. Hyperion's men were patrolling the town throughout the morning (and shooting errant psychos who were starting to roam further and further away from their original area) but other than that, Jack just let everyone stew in their own trepidation at what was perhaps to come.

But in the afternoon, Hyperion's yellow-clad employees began to quite firmly direct and escort everyone out to the wooded unexplored area. They did not check anyone for weapons – Jack thought it would be funnier if the good people of Fandom thought they could really still do something somehow – but they were very insistent that everyone came along.

And once they'd come along, they were finally taken past an awfully convenient New-U Station inside the Vault dig site's perimeter. It was a clearing, surrounded from all sides by those all-too-familiar Hyperion engineers. In the middle of it, there were folding chairs set out for an audience. (That was you, people of Fandom!) In the direction that the chairs were facing, a ceremonial ribbon separated the rest of the area from what had to be the Vault. Probably. There was a podium-like thing sticking out from a hole, although the hole didn't look like something that had taken a whole week to dig.

(It hadn't. There were other bits in the ground around the clearing that looked like they'd been smoothed over, which was because the Vault had seemingly kept moving underground. Very inconvenient. But Hyperion had caught it eventually.)

And right in front of the ribbon stood a man who looked like he didn't have a care in the world, dressed casually kind of like a classy space pirate, or something. If you'd seen one of those posters from yesterday and wondered what the random things on his chin and his forehead were? They seemed to be metallic clips… that were keeping his face in place. Yeah. This was Handsome Jack and he was indeed compensating for something.

"Welcome, people of Fandom," his voice boomed from the loudspeakers, once more or less everyone had gotten seated. "Now, I know you're all just dying to see me use the Vault key and discover what the Vault has in store for us all, but you'll have to wait for just a moment. Because I would like to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me an important lesson: just how incredibly pointless you small town bandits can be! I mean, it's amazing, really. So much energy spent on pointless pretending to be heroic in the face of a much awesomer power! Think of all the miserable county fairs you could have organized with all the energy you've stupidly spent on trying to stand up to me."

He... kind of went on for a while on that topic, berating them. Sorry, not sorry.

"–– and in conclusion, if you'll pardon my Truxican, that is why you suck. In my humble opinion. But enough with the speeches." He turned towards the ribbon separating him from the Vault. "I know what everyone's really here for!"

A Hyperion worker handed him a giant pair of scissors, and he cut the ribbon. And right there was your cue, Fandom. One last stand of utter chaos with a tiny bit of cunning tactics.

[ocd up! finale away!]

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

Portalocity had no connections to Drac's Transylvania for at least two weeks. And this was even after he both attempted to bribe and threaten the person.

If there was no way to get back to the sanctuary that was the Hotel Transylvania, then Dracula would create a sanctuary here... And what better place than the church?

And so here he was. Somehow he had managed blankets, food, and drinks inside, so if anyone wandered by or happened to avail themselves of the New-U station outside the church, there was respite and safety for them inside these grounds.

[open!]

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

This time Drac had heard the radio announcement and he was not best pleased at being threatened. He'd been through this already and definitely knew what to do...

Grab Mavis and run away.

Only, this time there were more monsters here that he worried about. And apparently they were out there in the streets, fighting. That was insane! Right. Well, then. Time to go get everyone. And if they didn't want to get away and be safe... there was always the option to hypnotize them. Someone in this town had to show they cared about them, after all.

So now Drac was walking the streets, a very grumpy ~~modded~~ Mavis tailing behind him, and collecting various students and other fellow monsters. He figured he could take them back to the hotel and contact their families from there.

...

He was going to be a very upset vampire when he finds out there are no Portals connecting to his Transylvania for at least two weeks.

[open! It's note necessary, but if you want Drac to hypnotize your character into joining, let me know! Also, any attacks? Drac will totally fend off, dunworry kids! Mavis modded with permission]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Having received marching orders from Dr. Tannis (and they were the kind of orders Kenzi delighted in, otherwise she would've forgot it), she'd made a couple phone calls, gotten some spray paint, some knives, some lighters, and some weapons.

And now, outside Fast Eddie's: Operation Take Down the Man! Or the Jackass. Same deal.

"Light it up!" LET THERE BE FIIIIIRE!

[ooc for Kenzi's strike team of sabotage of Hyperion hyperbole!]

nookiepowered

In a Fandom that should never have happened, a wand snapped in half, this time for the last time, and moments later, an hourglass cracked apart, sand spattering to the floor.

Time, already twisted back on itself like a watch wound too tight, snapped free. Unspooled across Fandom and the universes that touched on it, re-creating the lives that Umbridge had undone -- all but her own. That ending, she'd earned, and Time left her where she was, dead on the floor of an office that no longer existed, just like her.

Fandom, though? Fandom was back, and those who'd lost their lives under her rule were back too, waking wherever they'd been in our world when she'd made her escape from Special Collections last Sunday.

Those who lived long enough to see her defeated would find themselves standing exactly where they were a moment ago, the memories still fresh in their minds, but in a world devoid of Dolores Umbridge -- and refreshingly low on pink.

--
[OOC: For all your wakeywakey fun-times or horrible embarrassment, as you like - feel free to react here or link it up from wherever you'd like to set it. Any reactions should be with or in your characters' regular journals, though, since we're back in the main timeline!]

unfit2print.livejournal.com

Carl was tired, what with the late nights printing and reading up on witchcraft and spells in any piece of literature he could manage to locate in hopes of aiding the Resistance. But he dragged himself to the Devil's Nest and opened up. He needed the paycheck, after all.

Time to paste on a smile, pretend to like the horror that was Umbridge Island, and lend an ear to all who wandered through those well greased doors of the town's one and only place to purchase drinks of the adult variety.

Anyone of legal age and not a known Resistance member? Come spend your coin. Order a drink! Come tell the barkeep your secrets and woes!

Carl promises not to tell, honest.

But he doesn't promise not to print it.

[OCD free!]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

The island rumbled not long after the sun went down, shaking the buildings for a moment before going silent. Then, off in the distance, the baby island of Ingvar rumbled in response.

Because something was on its way. Something that was just going to be an annoyance to semi-sentient islands in multiple versions of the universe. And, just in case no one noticed the minor earthquakes, smoke billowed up from Ingvar.

Maybe it was smoke signals to warn people. Or maybe it was just the island version of having a tummy ache. Who knew?

It wasn't good either way.

[[Establishy!]]

sith_happened

Sometimes the island would bring out flights of fancy with the invasions that happened. Sometimes, these "flights of fancy" turned out to be far more annoying than anyone could have hoped to realize. And sometimes the island’s inhabitants brought disasters on themselves by not realizing just how fast “fast breeding” could occur.

So today, much like yesterday, and despite the heroic work of the island's inhabitants the day before, the park was overflowing with small, obnoxious little creatures: blue, lizard-y, or fluffy with big sharp teeth.

And sometimes, disturbingly for people who didn't want to dwell on inter-species breeding, all three!

Would no one save this island from grave peril?

( Who ya gonna call? )

[OOC: And we're done! Thanks to the members of the board,

locointhecoco, and polyester-clad players like you!]

Current Mood: confused

sith_happened

Portalocity owed Fandom big, and so when Zoe called in a favor, Portalocity was thrilled to oblige.

Well, happy to oblige.

Okay, they were scared of Zoe, so they did it.

As the sun rose, a dozen of the cutest, fluffiest, most innocent-looking little bunnies ever to be seen hopped warily out of the Portalocity office, paired off and found nice, dark places to do what this particular species of bunny do best.

And after they ate a few ducks, they started mating, too.

You're welcome, Fandom!

[OOC: And they reproduce really fast. There will be plenty of bunnies to coo over until they try to gnaw off your legs for everyone by noonish.]

endsthegame

( And then they found a mirror, and a book, and something to do with both. )

~

( And so with a flash of light, one team found themselves in a dark and drab swamp... the other, in another place entirely. )

[[ just a little bit more in the ocd, and after that, stay tuned... but already I offer a great big thank you to everyone who signed on to do this. you were absolutely magnificent. ]]

endsthegame

( In which Finale Team 2 deals with cowboys and aliens, and Anakin does not abandon Bel in Special Collections (barely). )

[[ again, more in the comments... ]]

endsthegame

( In which Finale Team 1 accidentally strolls onto a mountain. With dragons. And zombies. )

[[ more in the ocd... ]]

it-bit-me.livejournal.com

As people fell asleep randomly and others huddled together for safety, something new appeared in the streets of Fandom. Tiny, floating crystal spheres bobbed along in the night, following the air currents and the will of he who made them. At a casual glance, they looked almost like soap bubbles, easily capable of fitting in the palm of the hand. But for their small size, they held an enormous amount of magic. They were the supports and buttresses for the illusion that now held the dreamers deep in sleep. For all that the spheres were beautiful, showing ever-moving images of masked dancers, delicious foods, and the familiar faces of the students and townsfolk of Fandom, anyone who drew near enough to see those images would be assaulted by the odor of rotten peaches and a feeling of cold malevolence. Lovely things, but dangerous. As long as they still floated, whole and unbroken, through the night air, the dreamers would remain forever trapped.

The crystals weren't the only things out in the night. Throughout the day, the buildings on the island had been twisting and turning, transformed by his will. Random walls sprang up and landmarks shifted, being absorbed into the Labyrinth itself. With the expansion of the Labyrinth, goblins of all stripes prowled the streets. There was no one else to be snatched away, but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun with the folks that were left!

[Open for anyone who did not eat the peaches! Feel free to mod your own goblins or ask for an NPC, though please remember as per this post, Ludo and Sir Didymus are non-moddable. OCD UP!]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew pulled a towel out of his bag and spread it out over the damp grass before sitting down. It was cold and threatening to rain, but he had two grape Squishies and a stack of comics he hadn't had a chance to read yet.

For a while, he just sat there and looked towards the water, his breathing syncing up with the undulating surf. It was peaceful, slow.

He lightly tapped his Squishy to the one sitting next to him, and took a sip. "Well, little man, it's been a long year," he said. "I hope things are more exciting where you are."

He took one more sip and then picked up the latest Ratguy. "You're going to love this one. Ratguy is having an identity crisis, yet again. I mean, seriously, when is he going to realize the the Tricker is just acting out because of all his repressed feelings? Sparrow would be so jealous if he ever wised up."

He began to read the comics aloud, not caring that they were getting wet. Some things were more important.

[ooc: establishy, but it is outdoors if you think your character might happen by or be looking for Andrew. SP likely.]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Spotters went out early in the morning, to pin down the location of the angels -- and keep them pinned down.

As the sun crept higher, the relay teams were sent out, each taking a place along their route.

[ooc:

Please wait for

OCD is up; see the OOC note for how this will work. ETA: fhchat is available for questions and coordination if you want to hop on in!]

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