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As suitably dramatic fog rolled into the harbour, an equally dramatic and somewhat familiar ship by slid out of the fog and up to the dock.

A very dramatic, familiar, and pantsless pirate swung off the deck and landed on the dock. "Set fire to my tits and call me Andraste," Isabela declared to am audience that might be about. "Didn't think I'd wash up back here anytime soon."

Oh, well, time to see if Fandom was still as full of fun and attractive people as it used to be.

[Open!]

mages_suck

It was a nice day. Well above freezing, no snow or rain in the forecast. Fenris decided to go for a walk down the beach, near the docks. Every so often, he checked to see if there were actual boats at the dock.

No reason. Certainly he didn't have plans to.. borrow.. one. Today, like every other day he'd checked, the docks were empty and the beach was..

Wait, no. This was definitely not like every other day. Thousands of scallops had washed up on the beach, steaming and opened. The air was perfumed with the scent of baked mollusk.

Fenris nearly gagged.

Still, it wasn't rotting seafood. This was definitely a 'you are supposed to eat these' scent. Not that he'd be eating any of them. He didn't like seafood of any sort. After a moment of observation, it looked like they'd washed up and the rocks of the beach had heated under them, baking them in their shells. A quick check of the pebbles showed them to now be warm but not hot.

Facepalming a little, Fenris dug a nylon shopping bag out of his pouch and shook it open. He began plucking choice scallops from the rocks and depositing them into the bag.

A certain roommate of his loved seafood and it was his class day. The class that regularly gave him a headache. Fenris could bring him a surprise lunch.

[Open! National baked scallop day GUESS WHAT I'M MAKIN' FOR DINNER! nom!]

doesnotkneel

The rowboat came drifting on back early on Tuesday morning. Edward, characteristically late with his sleeping, didn't find out until it was nearly noon.

"And Tom's nowhere to be found, is he?" Ed leaned over the portside edge of the ship, squinting at the boat as it bobbed on the water. "That's either a promising start, or the beginning of something terrible."

He didn't need to sound so merry about it.

"Anyone else want to try this next?"

He leaned back and eyed the crew. There was a fair bit of head-shaking. "Ah, you lilly-livered bastards," Edward said. "This whimpering's the best we can do?"

"Maybe Tom'll come back," Grim posited. "We haven't given him no time to do it."

Of course. Edward heaved a mighty sigh. "Well, at least get your Captain a bottle of something, aye?" He pulled away from the side and followed the lines of the ship all the way up to the bow proper. He sat down there - a bottle of something he suspected was rum was deposited in his hand - and eyed the docks and the island before him.

"A mystery, indeed."

[[ open! ]]

doesnotkneel

"Lads," Edward said, squinting upwards towards the tallest mast. "It's been almost a week."

"I don't care," the thin, limber man sitting at the very top bellowed. "If there's another storm comin', I want us to be ready!"

With a sigh, Edward looked towards the nearest deckhand. "It wasn't that bloody bad, was it?"

"There were rainbows," the deckhand said gravely. "And Grim, well-- he'd been pissin' off the side of the ship, if you get my meaning."

There was a brief but pregnant silence, and then Edward turned on his heel and stalked towards the bow of the ship. "Might ask the mayor for one of those port-a-potties while we're marooned here," he muttered to himself.

[[ open! ]]

doesnotkneel

They had been bound for Nassau. A short stop on the way, so Ade could find some supplies, that was supposed to be routine. Or a thing that would become routine, once Edward got the hang of captainhood.

Instead Ade had hopped off and a mist had risen. For a few pernicious moments the Jackdaw had become unmoored - and when the fog lifted and the bow of the ship bumped idly against wooden docks anew, the view was decidedly less tropical than Edward had become accustomed to.

"Where are we, cap'n?" someone - Ed really needed to get around to learning their names - asked him.

Edward stepped up to the bow of the ship and squinted at the edges of the castle, not far away. "It certainly isn't Nassau," he said. "Get ready for some strangeness, lads. We're about to have our fill."

[[ establishy, but open if anyone wants to gawk at the large Spanish brig sitting at the docks ]]

sexyanglerfish.livejournal.com

The weather may have been dreary, but that didn't seem to bother the woman standing on the docks by the gangplank of the ship bobbing slowly with the waves (well, maybe not entirely with the waves, if you were paying attention). Then again, nothing much had bothered the woman for a long, long time. Not since before she'd been less and more than she was now.

Isabela, though, Isabela was hungry, and her timbers creaked, and the rags of her sails flapped in the non-existent breeze.

[Open.]

not_every_mage

Francis couldn't make any sense at all of the place where he had woken up. It was much smaller than his chambers, filled with unfamiliar possessions -- and, he couldn't help but notice, none too clean. And not only was Mary missing, but there was no sign of her in the room at all.

If it was the kidnapping attempt he suspected, the kidnappers seemed to have done a piss-poor job of it; all the people he saw on his way out of the castle were either asleep or seemed busy with their own affairs. He slipped out a side door and stood blinking in the cold sunlight. He didn't recognize any landmarks, but eventually his walk took him to a harbor with a few docked boats.

Could escape and getting home really be so easy?

Happy he'd put in so much time learning to sail, Francis found an abandoned dinghy and pulled it onto the docks to inspect it for seaworthiness. It wouldn't do for the king of France to survive a kidnapping and then drown himself trying to get away.

[OOC: Open post! Anders is Francis II from Reign.]

doesnotkneel

Edward had a habit of climbing things, but he did not, necessarily, have a habit of going out and about for exercise. He'd little cause to pass by the docks after he had found there were few ships to justify having docks at all; the only reason he was here now was because he was attempting to find something of a shortcut for his next mail run.

And so it was that he strode past the park, and rounded the corner, and came to a sudden, awestruck stop.

"Jaysus," he said, "She's beautiful."

If he were the sort of man inclined to sins like thievery, he thought he would surely put himself towards acquiring this Siren's Call. As it stood, though, he would look up and gape and wonder who had brought the vessel here, and if they had any inclination to pay handsomely for inexperienced crew.

[[ open! ]]

good_for_six

Moored at the docks was a magnificent two-masted sailing ship. Clean lines, built for speed and manoeuvrability, the words Siren's Call emblazoned on the hull.

There was also a suspiciously fresh sign by the gangplank.

No Pictures, Please.

Isabela, no.

[Open for all your dockly needs.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Peter Parker
Spider-Man
Earth-16109327

Time was limited, Peter knew that. If the place was swarming with this many Kravens and Vutures, an Inheritor must be close behind. So all he needed to do was find a way down to the computers in the city below town somehow, get the data from the others, and figure out how to connect everything. Those computers were under the front lawn of the school, so if he headed down Apocalypse and sprinted up Unicorn, the school was just a fence hop and a pond skip away.

And that sounded great to him... up until a pair of Vultures swooped down and grabbed his arms. "Come on, guys, I'm out of practice, I reacted late to my spider-sense. Tell you what, put me down, I'll give you another chance, and you won't have to worry about picking on somebody so rusty." They carried him to the docks and dropped him in the middle of a large group of Vultures, looking ready to maim and maybe even feast a little.

"That's not exactly what I meant," he said. He gave a little sigh and shook his head. "I've already died once. Even if you kill me again, that's not going to stop me. So come on. Let's do this." He fired a pair of webs and the fight started. Peter just had to figure out how to survive it so he could accomplish his mission.

( In which a group meets up, and then preplay continues in the comments because it went longer than I thought it would. In a good way! )

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

On Earth-001, the Great Web of Life and Destiny spread out, rendering the fabric of reality within its delicate strands. Despite all the recent stress on that fabric, a small strand was strong but remained hidden. But now, after much searching, it was found. And while that strand couldn't be accessed directly, a Master Weaver could be compelled to find ways to approach it.*

A portal here. A portal there. All shimmering red until they closed. Just enough to let a couple Hounds cross onto the mainland outside Fandom at a time. Some4 left their portal and flew directly to Fandom. Others stalked across the causeway on foot, carrying their weapons of war and sport. All congregated at the Docks once they reached the Island.

The Hunt was on. And whether it was Spiders or a way to control the island for their Mistress, they would find what they were searching for.

[*That paragraph makes more sense after reading the Spider-Verse event, Amazing Spider-Man 9-15, True Believers! -Notetaking Nick!]

[OOC: This post is establishy and NFI and comments are for poking, please.

Throughout the day, Vultures and Kravens will be around the island, MOSTLY but not exclusively at the dock. Feel free to look at the links provided above for variations of the villains to use and mod. Or poke me in the comments if you want an NPC to fight somewhere!

The influx of villains will end when the boss fight happens this afternoon Fandom Time, but there will still be dudes to punch or run away from into the evening. The preplay and boss fight will go up at a slightly more reasonable hour.]

she-neversleeps.livejournal.com

It would be nice if the team of volunteers who'd taken off for Ingvar were heading unopposed, but nice didn't describe most of the spectres who'd infested the island this week. It definitely didn't apply to the ones who'd been hiding in the Town Hall, spying on their plans. Samara, for instance, had no intention of letting them shut down her source of freedom and toss her back into her cold, dark pit, and she'd broadcast that fact to any ghost on the island who'd listen. They might all be out for themselves, but an army of angry spirits each fighting to protect their own interests -- whether to preserve their well of dark power or to escape in the stolen bodies of the living -- was still an army of angry spirits.

[OOC: The first post, for all your ghost-fighting, possessed-people-herding, sheltering on Holy Ground needs. A post for the Strike Team's adventure, the Kitchen Sink spell, and aftermath will be coming along later!]

necroslacker

The explosion that had blinded him oh so long ago still haunted Sam to this day. They'd never found out who'd set that explosion and they'd never charged anyone which meant the person who'd done this to him, who'd made the act of wearing dark sunglasses in the bright sunshine happen was still out there.

It could have depressed Sam but he hadn't let it. No. He'd risen to the top of his class and become the LaCroix prodigal son, managing to run an empire without his sight. He'd been in magazines, on billboards and on television and on the radio.

But, the terror and fear still lingered inside him. Someone was still hunting him and he just felt like something was coming for him. Again. He was already blind. Would deafness be next? How much more could he hurt?

And he honestly didn't know how he'd gotten down to the docks but he was there now, contemplating his life.

[It's town so the post is open]

Current Mood: gloomy

throughaphase

Katherine Pryde, who'd come here on the run as an Aztec princess, had come a long way since then. She'd successfully completed another day of modeling and resisting the lure of proffered heroin. They kept telling her she'd be more famous if she used drugs, but she knew it was a lie. She was a good girl, one of the only ones this town had left. If she gave that up, she would be nothing.

For some reason, today's shoot meant that she was walking home through the docks, where she knew unsavory things happened all the time. But she was sure everything would be fine and no more people would try to make her shoot up.

[And that's your cue to ping in and what have you.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie finally had everything going for her. After spending a good deal of her teenage years working the pole in order to help her destitute mother pay the bills, she'd finally gotten out of the business and was on her way to becoming a successful doctor. Her mother would be so proud of her.

Except that her mother was still destitute and paying for medical school was expensive. The clinic where Annie was interning only paid so much, and so she'd once again had to find a way to make ends meet. She was really going to have to find herself a rich husband.

As soon as she'd finished the deal, Annie walked down the docks with her backpack full of alcohol, which would be sold under the table in order to make a few bucks. She also knew it was probably wrong to use the clinic as a front for her illicit dealings, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.

And if she took a moment to stand on the docks and look forlornly out at the water with a single tear welling in her eye, well. Who could blame her?

[I'm getting the feeling I watched WAY too much GH as a kid. SO OPEN.]

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

Ah, there was nothing quite like the fresh sea air! It was a dock. Therefore, there was sea air to him even if it didn't seem it. The Sea Captain as he was known around Springfield, or Captain McCallister when people bothered to remember his name, had spent plenty of mornings waking up to find himself in unfamiliar territory. This wasn't even the first time his ship had left without him. He looked out at the city from the dock and smoked his pipe. "Yarr," the Sea Captain sighed. "I'll be acquirin' more frequent flyer points this month."

[OOC: Open dock is open!]

prof_of_cunning

Edmund didn't really want to share any of the gold that he'd heard about on the radio broadcast, but on the other hand, he'd also heard about creatures. Creatures that bit and fired things and transported people to student housing entirely against their will.

So, perhaps safety in numbers after all.

Because it was more politically astute than just calling them cannon fodder right out in the open.

Thus here he was outside the dorms with a sign -- by which he meant here Baldrick was carrying the sign, because please -- reading:

Fandom Island Treasure Hunt
Gold coins. You know you want them.
We're going looking. Come with us.
First come, first served.
Bring weapons if you have them.
Those with weapons, protect those without.

Blackadder's weapon was a dogsbody who belched fireballs. He didn't intend to protect anybody but himself with it, but other people didn't have to know that.

[Open! Feel free to collect coins unmolested, or mod/NPC-request yourself some enemy attacks, as you will. Just make sure anybody sharing a thread with you is on the same page when it comes to that!]

boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com

Turned out the Sergeant wasn't actually around yesterday, so Kūkaku didn't get the chance to talk to her about the duel planned at the docks today, but she, a big fan of throwing caution to the wind and watching it burst into little itty bits, wasn't going to worry about it. What was the worst that could happen? With all the crazy shit that went down at this place, two consenting adults on the docks having a duel would hardly cause a blip on the radars.

Right?

Either way, Kūkaku was there a little early to scope out the area and twirl her blade in her hand to get familiar with the weight of it again. It had been a long time since she'd had to actually use the thing for a regular fight, but she was looking forward to it.

The twins, of course, were there and ready to carry away the battered Hook and his trashed pride once Kūkaku was finished with him.

[[ expecting a duel partner, of course, but post is most certainly open for spectators before the fuzz shows up ]]

notagoodslayer.livejournal.com

Snow, fucking snow everywhere. Now she felt like going back, if only to kill some vampires looking for a holiday snack.

But it was too late for that, so whatever. "Big fucking whatever", muttered as she lit a new cigarette, storing the old one on her jacket -after making sure she wasn't about to set herself on fire- and flicking the zippo in one hand. At least it wasn't radioctive snow, and the bears were gone, apparently, same with the ridiculous cinnamon smell -that or the smoke was doing a good job after all-. "Just snow. We need a fucking forecast for this kind of stuff." Puffing little smoke clouds, Faith stared at the nothingness in front of her.

"Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:

Santa Claus is coming to town!"

A ring of smoke rose over her head.

"...I need a beer."

[Open, sure~]

Current Mood: blah

it-bit-me.livejournal.com

Down on the docks today, people might find a rather large fellow. A large fellow who was raising rocks from the ocean with his bellows, and occasionally throwing them at goblins that came too close to him.

"Ludo SMASH!"

One of the Junk People had been reading old comics to Ludo, oh yes. But he was a very friendly sort...if you weren't scared off by the horns. Or the fur. Or the sheer size.

[OOC: OCD free and oooooooooooopen! Please poke us here for Ludo-fun!]

cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com

There was a new boat tied up today. The Sea Horse, Tully's year long project after the lighthouse was completed.

Today he was christening her with champagne and lobster. He wasn't going to break the bottle on the bow, that'd be littering. Instead he was drinking said drink and toasting the sea, and the boat.

He had both enough to share, and the desire to.

[Open post is open!]

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