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Prompto woke up with a groan, feeling pain through his entire body, which was not at all helped by the way his limps were spread and bent around the Rocky Bits where he'd fallen asleep last night. Gingerly, he tried to shift to work out a cramp in his lower back, but even that movement seemed to spark up little bits of aches and soreness elsewhere in response. His jaw hurt, too, probably from the rocks he'd eaten as Dink the Goron, and he knew he had Dink's tendency to just tuck into a ball and roll around everywhere to thank for his current painful state.

Well.

This was at least still better than that time he spend all weekend riding a bicycle around the island, stopping only to attempt to fight crime and bad guys?

When he tried to sit up again, actually, he wasn't so sure that was true. At least he was clothed, though! And had his phone, so that when he realized what time it was and he missed his class, he groaned again and could at least send out a text apologizing to his class, and another text to his wife, assuring them and her that he was sorry, and that he was okay.

And then he was just going to lie back down for a bit and stare up at the sky until he felt like maybe he had recovered enough to get up again.

Man. Why wouldn't he have just been that cool blue guy with the special shoes that let him walk on air again this time???

[[ you know, i didn't feel like writing class today, anyway, so this works out surprisingly well! Open! But subject to disappearing/sp ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle was meant to be clever. Her parents had always praised her for being so and so had her tutors. A truly clever girl would not be outside in these conditions. She would not be wandering around the island alone. She would know that walking unprepared into dangerous situations was foolish rather than brave. Or maybe cleverness was just no substitute for common sense. She was still teenager.

At least she had the sense to avoid the mirrors. You couldn’t grow up where Belle had without a healthy respect for magic mirrors and those were clearly magical. Evil magic, she was sure, but magic nonetheless. She gave those as wide a berth as she could manage.

Of course, Belle ought to have had a healthy respect for trolls as well. But her home had been plagued with ogres. Other large, aggressive monsters weren’t discussed as often there as they might have been in other corners of the realm. Too bad for Belle. If she’d known a little more about trolls she might not have wandered so close to that cave over there.

[expecting one! But there could be more? I'm not the boss of you! Work disclaimer applies.]

designateddadfriend

Travis had spent most of yesterday and a good chunk of the night making sure the fire station was as prepped as it could be to absolutely any disaster he could imagine. Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanoes, even an asteroid strike. He had at least a week's worth of fuel for the generator and vehicles, dry goods and potable water to support up to fifty people through next Monday, sand bags, first aid supplies, epipens, antibiotics, insulin, saline, loads of warm blankets, sunscreen, chemical heat- and coldpacks, bug spray, oxygen tanks and masks, and a hell of a lot of spare fire extinguishers. He was, he believed, as prepared as he could be.

When the ash started to fall from the sky, he stepped out, holding a cloth over his nose and mouth, and scanned the horizon, assuming the volcano he was sure he'd heard rumors about had started to erupt.

Instead, there was some sort of...eerie purple glow coming from the rocky bits across from the station.

"Aliens," he muttered. "I definitely am not prepared for an alien invasion."

Still, never let it be said that anyone from Station 19 in Seattle let nerves keep them from investigating anywhere they could possibly help. He headed across the street, ignoring the mounting dread in his belly, and poked one of the glowing rocks with a stick.

"That's just not right."

[OOOOPEEEEEN! Did you know that Travis canonically gets arrested for assault after an angry bar fight? YOU DO NOW. Come discover the rage-making rocks with him, I dare you]

sexy_giraffe

When one woke up feeling incredibly Zen, one should ~~monetize the hell out of that~~ share that experience with the world! So here was Tahani, is this remote...ish...locale on the top of some unforgiving...kind of terrain.

It was basically Tibet, honestly, which was why Tahani was on her yoga mat under a billow, whispy, generally useless tent structure, explaining Buddhism to the Dalai Lama.

thatwaslucky

Rey had seen the Falcon off, in slightly better condition than it had been before, and it had left her both glad she'd been able to have the last few days, and already missing them. Part of her had wanted to go back with them, but she also knew she was doing what she had to in order to be able to help more later, so she hadn't even seriously considered it. Still.

Her apartment felt too quiet now, though, and it felt like it was going to be one of those lonely nights she'd used to hate, so she'd gone out to the rocky bits to sit and watch the sky over the water, because... why not? It was pretty, and she didn't do this enough.

And then she heard a familiar trilling coming from her left, and saw a porg land on a rock not far from her, joining one that she hadn't even realized was there.

"You have good timing," Rey told it.

[Needed to establish a thing but can totally be open!]

thatwaslucky

Sometime after finding Kanan and figuring out how to get settled for the night, Rey went for a walk. She wanted to familiarize herself with the island after a year away, and she'd learned to appreciate having time to herself to think sometimes.

She ended up at the rocky bits, which felt like an appropriate place to sit and comm Finn to let him know she got here okay. They'd spent too long worrying about each other, they'd agreed to keep that from happening whenever possible.

As soon as she said hi, Finn said, "How did you do that?"

Which was how Rey found out that despite hours passing in Fandom, she'd only just walked through the portal back home. So she waited an hour, watching the (fishless) waves, and tried again.

She'd fully intended to be here for a few days, maybe weeks, before having to be called back, but this changed things.

[Mostly establishy but can be open with some SP, I missed her!]

wouldbenagus

Of course, Quark had gotten sucked through a hole in subspace trying to leave Deep Space Nine. Of course he did. The first time he tried setting out on his own after his own idiot brother became Nagus, and he got sucked through a hole in subspace and had to land on some backwater, primitive class-M planet, full of backwater, primitive beings.

Well. At least he could probably sell them something while he waited for someone more advanced to pick up his distress beacon.

Anyone with an eye on the skies and the rocky bits would see his little orange shuttle come in for a slightly bumpy landing on a slightly flatter place amongst the rocks, and a short, lumpy headed alien wearing a brightly colored suit come out, swearing up a storm, and kick the fins.

Stupid subspace.

[open!]

moodyvagrant.livejournal.com

It was a cold morning, and Anders shivered inside his ragged jacket as he picked through the rubble on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. It wasn't a bad place to scavenge: Sometimes there was wire there, or glass, and once a plastic bag holding a precious half-full box of bandages.

The bit of him that had once been Justice was contented by the act of humble service, though Anders knew from experience that he wouldn't have peace for long. He glanced warily into the fog from time to time, wondering whether the monsters or his own demon would be the first to break his concentration.

[OOC: Open!]

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.//

era_two_triangle

Absolutely fed up with her lopsided clunk-CLUNK walk, which she'd been stuck with ever since she'd re-formed around the rocky bits to find that her limb enhancers were down one foot, Peridot had decided to employ desperate measures. Taking matters into her own touch stumps, she marched herself down to the rocks, and was now using her arm's built-in tractor beam to rearrange the largest of the boulders in the area that she had been in when the foot in question had become misplaced.

So far, she wasn't seeing much luck. She was succeeding in shuffling rocks around, though. Really, really big ones. After a few hours of this, a couple of gremlins appeared and started helping, though the pebbles they were hefting around were really more a gesture of solidarity to their former Gremlin Queen (you lose your memories for one weekend!!), and didn't actually contribute much to the headway that Peridot was making.

At this rate, she was going to have to make a new foot. Or start bribing her gremlin minions to look harder, possibly with cake.

[OOC: Open! The saga of Peridot's terrible luck with limb enhancers continues.]

oldstrongest1.livejournal.com

Skaar had gotten through the semester. That was the deal he made with Rogers and Cage, and then they would take it from there. But at the end of his months here, Skaar was positive that this wasn't where he was supposed to be. The Savage Land was his home now. He would wait until after the senior graduation to return so he could make his attempt as official as possible. He tried. He splort.

Splort? Was that a tentacle that pierced his back?

Skaar reached back and pulled the tentacle out through sheer strength, not minding if that ripped a nasty hole in his back. It would heal. He swung whatever had attacked him forward, over his head, smashing it into some rocks, then again, and then threw it down to the ground so he could draw his sword and finish the job.

But that was the moment he saw what exactly it was that had stabbed him. Skaar knew of the Brood. Brood hybrids lived on Sakaar. No-Name was one of his father's Warbound. They conquered through spreading their seed. "RRRRAAAARRRRRGH," Skaar growled as he chopped the head off.

Great. Now he was pregnant. High school was the worst.

[OOC: Open, if anyone is out by the Rocky Bits.]

bitten_notshy

So the Alliance brass had wanted Jack to take some time off after the end of the war to -- what was it? -- recuperate. Like she'd get over Shepard and the other people she'd lost in a couple days of vacation. That was ... whatever. Wasn't like she was some nose to the grindstone type, but the part where it'd mean leaving her kids was a lot fucking tougher than she wanted to admit. Even with everybody (sort of) at peace, there was still a ton for biotics to do, and the little goofballs still needed her to help them do it. So maybe she'd been dragging her feet on actually scheduling the leave.

But dammit, the fact she wasn't ready for shore leave did not make it okay to dump her off on some boring planet with no omni-tool and no way to call for pickup. Sanders or whoever had made this decision was going to get an earful about it the next time she saw them.

But for now, she was going to do her best to have a good time with what she had. It was too early for the bar, but there were plenty of rocks and junk near the beach. Jack was going to make them go boom.

"I will DESTROY you!" she shouted -- and then waited for the seagull she'd been shouting at to flutter away before she unleashed another blast at the cliffs. It wasn't like the stupid bird was in the Alliance.

[OOC: Open post with one pissy biotic. Jack is from Mass Effect.]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olivia (or Olive -- the writers weren't great with continuity, but she was Olivia for the moment) stared bleakly out to sea, the wind whipping about her perfectly styled curls and yet somehow not tangling them at all. She should never have returned here, to this island, after her film career had tragically begun to sink after she'd developed her horrible skin condition. Her ephelides. Even the word had made her shudder, when the doctor had told her. It was something she'd struggled with her entire life, and she'd known, somehow in her heart of hearts, that her red hair had already predisposed her to this condition.

But still. They'd replaced her with a younger, blond actress with a tan, one who would never cost them hundreds of thousands of dollars in foundation makeup, and Olive had been sent to the streets.

Now, she would stop at nothing to regain her spotlight. Nothing. She pondered her next move as she stared at the ocean. Was blackmail too far? Arson? Murder? No. She would have her career back, or she would die trying.

[I was afk yesterday but OF COURSE THIS IS OPEN, DON'T BE INSANE.]

truekindofsith.livejournal.com

Cara was patrolling the rocky bits tonight. She'd made the argument that there could have been some exceptionally stupid resistance members hiding out here, but really she just wanted to have some privacy.

"Well, that was a triumph," she remarked sarcastically to herself, rubbing the scabbed over cut on her cheekbone. It wouldn't scar, but it was likely to itch like anything while it healed. Certain people had no cause to complain about pulling punches when they threw knives at her head. Even if they knew she could duck them. ( I'm making a note here: )

As the last notes died away. Cara waited until it became clear we wasn't going to start singing again before scrambling down from the rock she was perched on as quickly as humanly possible.

[That Cara was singing FB, the lyrics not so much.]

suitably_heroic

Atton was quickly starting to learn there was nothing more damning than taking a stroll around here. There he was, barely out of the gates, minding his own business on his way down Loon Drive-- bars weren't open yet, but he could grab some of that pizza stuff-- when out of nowhere, a goat appeared and sank its teeth deeply into ~~Atton's fanny pack~~ the pouch on his belt.

"What the--"

The goat tugged it off his belt and began gnawing on it.

"Give that back, you oversized mynock!" he snapped, reaching for it and giving it a tug. The goat... didn't let go. In fact, it tugged harder.

"You stupid--" Atton made a pissed-off sound in the back of his throat and lashed out with the full extent of his Echani training-- which, okay, he'd cop later might have been a little overkill, but the stupid thing was trying to take his ~~fanny pack~~ pouch-- and punched it straight in the forehead.

His pouch promptly dropped to the ground.

"Huh," he said. "Well, what do you know. Guess--"

Another goat leaped off the Rocky Bits and promptly scooped up his pouch.

"Can't a guy go on a damn walk anymore?!"

[[ open! ]]

also-audrey.livejournal.com

And Audrey was back. And alone.

She looked around for a moment, just in case the Auditors had just... moved, but no, she was really alone. And when she turned to look back at the black behind the forcefield, there was island there instead.

"Huh," she said to no one. "Thanks, whoever did what!"

Not that she had any clue, but someone had to have done something. Now it was going to mean going back to the station and seeing who was there and calling her boss to see what happened.

[can totes be open!]

also-audrey.livejournal.com

Audrey was on the way to the town meeting. But she'd been trying to get some idea of what was still there and what wasn't, and so she left a little early in order to go around the island and check things out after the shielding had failed this morning. Let's ignore that an island having a shield wasn't completely new to her and she was trying to pretend that was normal, no matter how grateful for it she was.

When she got to the rocky bits, she made sure not to get too close to where there wasn't anything, looking around and trying to get an idea of just how much was gone. And she was completely calm about it. Externally, anyway.

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

The dorm roof had been her smoking place of choice when she'd been a student, and while the temptation to find her way back up there existed, Katchoo didn't feel like dealing with the newer kids (also the trespassing) just for the sake of familiarity.

So the Rocky Bits it was; they were as good a spot as any to brood, and she had a lot to brood about even on days when there wasn't a giant multiversal crisis erasing friends and acquaintances and friends-of-friends from existence.

The brooding, therefore, was extra strong with Katchoo tonight as she exhaled slow streams of smoke into the cold night air and watched as they spiraled up into the sky (St. Louis was better than L.A., but there was still enough light pollution to make Fandom's stars stunning by comparison) and dissipated.

[OOC: Broody, yes, but open.]

locointhecoco

Anyone coming out to this side of the island today would find a tiny, blank-flanked pink pony with stick straight hair gloomily pushing rocks around with her head.

It was a thankless job, but someone had to do it. . . .

[ooc: I'll be afk for most of the afternoon, but I had to get her out somewhere. Open, if anyone wants to interact with teenie Pinkie on a SP basis.]

glacial_queen

"I hate you," Karla sulked, nevertheless holding her stick up in the guard position. "Hate hate hate hatedy hate."

"Now, now, witchling," Lucivar said, a large grin splitting his face, "but sweet talk isn't going to get you out of sparring practice."

It was early, long before breakfast or showers or even coffee. Not that it was possible to tell that from Lucivar's demeanor. He was disgustingly bright-eyed and energetic, twirling his sticks as he prowled around, keeping an eye out for holes in her defenses. It was Lucivar's rule: whenever he and Karla were in the same place, sparring practice had to occur.

Before breakfast. Because no one wanted to dance around in that if someone got poked too hard in the belly.

"How much longer are we doing this?" Karla ~~whined~~ asked calmly and reasonably.

"Until I say you're done," Lucivar replied, swinging his stick towards her legs. "There's all that muscle you need to rebuild after all. Interested in talking about what happened instead?"

Karla blocked his swing and kept her mouth in a grim line. And maybe hoped for other people to show up to foist Lucivar off onto them.

[Open for everyone, participants and spectators alike.]

ancientbschamp.livejournal.com

Gabrielle honestly couldn't tell you how long it had been since she'd been back in Fandom.

By physical reckoning, she'd only aged about three years after graduating, but closer to thirty had passed at home since, thanks to not having counted on Ares entombing them in ice after she and Xena faked their deaths (that time -- no, not that one, that other one, where they'd been responsible for the decimation of their own people's deities) until a chance avalanche let light into the mountainside cave and thawed them out. Add to that whatever time-travel-related headaches came from going this far into the future to visit Fandom, and well . . . she'd just as well not try and figure out a specific answer to "how long has it been," thanks.

'A long time' worked well enough for Gabrielle, who'd emerged from the mountainside (not a bad place for a grave, so she had to give Ares credit for taste) to find a world where everything was different. Their young friend Octavius was Augustus Caesar now (apparently that had happened after Xena'd killed Marc Antony and she'd killed Brutus and the whole mess with Cleopatra was over); Joxer had somehow managed to father a good-looking warrior and poet of a boy named Virgil, and Gabrielle had no idea how that had been possible; Xena's daughter Eve was . . .

Well.

It'd been an incredibly unpleasant shock (to say the least) for both of them when they discovered that in the intervening years Xena's baby daughter Eve had grown up to become Livia, Rome's new champion. Even more unpleasant (again, to say the least) to remember her killing Joxer in front of them, and to realize that it was somewhat inevitable, that a woman whose genetic makeup came from Xena and Callisto would be capable of that kind of savagery.

Knocking sense into her hadn't been easy ~~nor had it made a whole hell of a lot of sense~~, and it had been exhausting, so the timing of Gabrielle's invitation to the reunion had been just about perfect, giving her a chance to get away for a few days and recover while Xena and Eve made up for a lot of lost mother-daughter bonding years.

Waking up in her old dorm room had felt oddly like it had just been yesterday, but then again Gabrielle had long since given up on trying to make sense of the passage of time anyway. She made her way into the town and out to the Rocky Bits to look out over the water, absently twirling her sai in her hands as she did. Funny how much this place felt like it hadn't changed, even though they all had . . .

[OOC: Open post, though subject to SP for a bit when I have to go run errands. For reference, Gabrielle really doesn't look more than about three years older than she did in school, though she does have short hair now and basically looks like this. Also she isn't the same version of future!Gab who will be factoring into

thinkbetterofme's future, just FYI.]

kissytheface.livejournal.com

The expedition to find a pet for Dandelion had not started it well. Apparently Everything but the monkey had everything but monkeys and rocks.

And of course Dandelion had demanded both monkeys and rocks. Which then led to an argument with the store owner, accusations of the "viking" type variety and finally being banned for life from the store.

Which is now why Dandelion and her big brother were now at the rocky bits because... well. Rocks. Hopefully with one lucky rock to become a pet.

"That owner was totally a viking," Dandelion grumbled, as some things she just could not let go.

[For the big sib. Or anyone who wants to stop by.]

lovemykilt

After a ~~handwavey~~ long drawn out debate with Jen over IM regarding the merits of a "smart phone", she'd finally talked Priestly into getting himself one. So he'd made a ~~just as handwavey~~ trip to the store to pick one up. Getting it set up had taken forever -- and a lot more advice from Jen on what apps he should be getting and all the nifty things it was supposed to do -- and now he was out for a walk, staring down at the phone, boggling at the fact that he really could check Wikipedia and hit up YouTube from his freaking phone.

Would wonders never cease?

[ooc: for one, NFB for sneaky-times, please.]

bitchprince

"Good afternoon," Arthur began, scraping his throat aloud, "And welcome to this meeting of the military reserves. Glad you could join us here down at the Rocky Bits. Today, we will abandon talk of theory and see about how well you all work out in practice. The Rocky Bits are one of the most troubling of physical challenges on the island, but sometimes there may be a need to hide in them, or cross over them. Today, we will explore the best ways to do so."

"There's plenty to keep an eye open for, here," Zack shared, his hands on his hips and looking as chipper as ever. "Cracks in the stones that you might never see coming, sudden drops, and things like that. If you aren't familiar with the area yet, then be sure to go slow and to pay attention to where your feet are going."

Zack was not one to follow his own advice, in this regard.

"As per usual, you are allowed to form teams of two, even three," Arthur continued, "If simply to make sure that if anyone gets injured, they make it back. Watch your step. Normally, it would be best to go around the rocks, but I think we've all learned that normally doesn't apply in this place."

"There are some nifty drop-offs over that way," Zack shared, leaning forward conspiratorially. "I mean, if you're comfortable with the relatively flat terrain and you want a bit more of a challenge. But you guys have to be extra careful if you do head over there, okay?"

"Zack will have potions," Arthur added, dryly. "If you fail."

"So!" Zack clapped his hands once, pleased as punch with the activity for today, and well-stocked on potions, yes. "What are you guys waiting for? There are rocks to explore!"

[[ open! ]]

bamf-tastic.livejournal.com

When the first gremlin attacked Kurt this morning, he'd grabbed it, teleported to the park, and unceremoniously dumped it into the duck pond. Problem solved.

When the second gremlin attacked him, it ALSO went into the duck pond, at which point Kurt noticed what was happening to the FIRST gremlin he'd dunked. The water churned, disgorging several of the vicious beasts, some of which were still wet and immediately began the whole horrifying reproductive process again.

"Oh, no! Nein! Nein, nein, nein, nein, NEIN!!!"

Kurt plunged into the water after them, desperately trying to undo his mistake. THIS time, the gremlins all got dropped off 500 feet in the air, above the island's rocky bits. Somewhere in the middle of the job, the mucky water shorted out his image inducer, but he didn't really have time yet to be upset by its loss.

puppy_fair

After Zack's shift, the puppy headed down to the rocky bits, where he proceeded to get his run-and-jump on like a... Well, like a crazy kid in a lot of purple clothing who could do leaping backflips from a standstill. Feel free to use your imagination on that front.

He had things to think about that he'd been mostly running from for weeks, and his headspace was always at its best while he was keeping active. Just doing squats wasn't going to cut it. He needed to run. It gave him something to focus on while he tried to sift his way through the feathers drifting through his mind, and the monsters sitting in the corners, waiting to reach out and grab him.

... Something to focus on. That didn't necessarily mean that he was paying the most careful attention to where he was going.

[Tacked up with somebody in mind, but the Rocky Bits are totally open, as Rocky Bits are! And now I am done getting my spammy on.]

momslilassassin

It was official ~~once the thread finished~~: Ben had nose cancer. NOSE CANCER. His beautiful, beautiful face would be ruined forever!

And without his hotness, he was nothing! So there was no alternative than to pitch himself from the cliffs.

Well, after he finished his greatest graffiti masterpiece on the rocks nearby: a piece of art so beautiful it would make the world weep!

[OOC: Open. Yeah, I don't know.]

Current Mood: morose

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

Okay, so Jak liked to go and climb the rocky bits in the morning just to get his blood flowing (and it reminded him of Sandover, and Geyser Rock. Climbing things usually did) which was exactly what he was doing this morning. No gremlins, either! Everything was normal!

... except for the outfit. The outfit was kind of a problem.

Jak's hat had gotten knocked off in three subsequent mini-avalanches, and it kept coming back. The shoes didn't make for a lot of grip. His tunic looked bizarre.

This may be why he wound up back at the foot of the bits eventually, staring up dubiously and scratching the back of his head.

[[ ooopen ]]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

Okay, so yesterday hadn't really worked out as planned, but Jak was still intent on getting away from Samos, and getting to do as much fun stuff with Dax as he possibly could. Exploring the island had been the next bullet point on his list, and what would be a better place to start than the Rocky Bits...? ( In which letting Jak and Daxter near each other is still a bad thing...' )

The tiny green thing let go, fell to the previous layer of rocks with a satisfied noise, and scampered off.

... The unfortunate thing was, with a grunt and a snarl and a twirl in a circle, Dax was now well on his way, as well.

"HUGHPLEEEH!"

... Jak stared down at him. Daxter? Daxter?

... With one quick jump, he was down there, running after the crazy rat.

[[ for the crazy gremlin-bit rat, and whoever might be wandering near the rocky bits... ]]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

That's where Robin was. The trek up the hill pulling the sled was a bit of a job, but it was worth it for the trip down.

"Yeeeeee!!!!!"

[Sledding! Open! And if anyone has any suggestions for where specifically this hill should be, I'll happily change the subject line.]

offthelisthero.livejournal.com

The safe option would have been to stay indoors. Or not. Given the proximity of the newly active volcano, it would have been safer still to stay away from the island.

Instead, Mohinder found himself walking across the island, hoping this was a natural -if unfortunately timed- pyrotechnic display. Head down and jacket collar pulled up, he brushed away the lightly settled ash from hair and shoulders. The ground under his feet had grown rocky, and as he looked around in the fading light, Mohinder realised it was elevated enough that the lightning and plumes of smoke over Bali Hai were plainly visible.

Here was as good a place as any to see what happened next.

[Open]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Over the course of the evening, Fandom's population increased significantly. The prehistoric creatures that had first arrived last night were no longer alone. The newcomers inquisitively investigated their new surroundings.

Meanwhile, amidst the bits and pieces of school being reconstructed at the top of the hill, an oviraptor sniffed around. Smooth rocks that looked like eggs were left out for the taking. Cautiously, it snatched one of the rocks out of the pile. The creatures around the island screeched at the sudden pain the rock-snatcher had caused. The oviraptor dropped the mistaken egg-rock and ran away, but the damage was already done.

The sudden overwhelming pain hadn't been an isolated incident. It had triggered something inside each of the creatures' minds, aggravating them beyond normal behavior, doing what pheromone-laced leis did to snakes that one time on a plane. You know the one.

For the dinosaurs (and company), new surroundings had become hostile territory and its inhabitants were to be destroyed.

For the residents of Fandom, well, it was another one of those weekends.

[OOC: This post is for the big location fights at the Rocky Bits, Park, School Grounds, Preserve, Serenity Cove and Efferton Manor. Other dinosaurs not featured here will be pinging into posts all around the place. If you post, they will come (unless you put an OOC note to say 'no thanks', but public places need not apply). Dorms, Caritas and Clinic are safe havens. If you are in need of a dinosaur to fight, please use the OOC thread to post a link to where you are. We'll try to get to everyone, but some places may get missed!]

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

Conner didn't normally stray this close to the water all by himself, but he was restless and bored and the rocky bits sort of made him feel like home.

He always felt sort of compelled to jump around and do kicks and stuff when he was in places like this, with lots of rocks around.

Which was just what he was doing. Making loud noises just like Doctor Tommy did. "Ai-yah! Tch-tch-HYAH!"

What? It was totally what wee Power Rangers were supposed to do.

[OOC: For weetiny Ranger playtime, but hey, can't stop you from dropping by, right?]

sith_happened

Mufasa had finally made his way up to the cliffs, where he could stand regally on the edge of them and stare out over his kingdom as the sun set.

And wait for his son to arrive.

He had some lessons to give Simba.

[OOC: For the kid, omg, but if anyone is around to learn about the circle of life, which moves us all, Mufasa will probably not eat you.]

Current Mood: impressed

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

The glowing indicator from Willow's locator spell leads the group to the Rocky Bits at the edge of the island and to the mouth of a cave.

[ooc: locked to rescue team and bad guys. ~~also, plz to wait for OCD.~~ done! chat room for to make things easier: zomgcaves]

sith_happened

The plans had been made, the trap had been set. The shuttle had contacted Vader earlier to let him know it was in orbit, waiting to transfer them to Imperial Center.

The Emperor's orders were not something to be ignored. That had been made very clear.

Vader made his way towards the top of the rocky bits on the far side of the island, then gazed down at the water as it crashed against the rocks all those meters below him.

Skywalker would be along soon enough. He had made certain of it.

( Luke raced towards the part of the island his visions had showed him. )

[OOC: Pre-played with

tatooine_doofus and

fandomtroopers. No IC interaction possible, OOC feedback rather desperately craved...]

Current Mood: devious

can_be_more

Aeryn knows this is a bad idea even as she's doing it. She should have called for backup, because she knows people that she could count on, but she's not expecting any sort of confrontation. This is just reconnaissance. So after leaving the gym, she makes one quick stop, then sets out into town.

Aeryn knows what sort of ship they would probably be using, and they would need somewhere that would give adequate cover. She heads towards the beach, walking along until she reaches the rocky bits. The Marauder isn't exactly hidden, but the terrain does help. It also gives Aeryn a good place to hide, crouching behind a larger rock so she can watch. Again, she knows she shouldn't. She should go to see the principal and figure out what her options are, but at the same time, it's too big a draw for her. The first time she met her mother she couldn't even tell anyone, and at times she'd thought she dreamt it. The second time, she'd had a pulse pistol held on her. It's such a difference that she wants to know, to really see Xhalax for herself.

[Locked to just a couple, please.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick had spent much of the evening following a group of Lemmings that had appeared on - and pickaxed through - his bed. He eventually followed them to a cliff at the Rocky Bits, where many groups of lemmings had gathered. Right at the edge of the cliff was a small gate that the Lemmings jumped through. No Lemmings seemed to come out the other side, so it must have been a tiny magical gate.

Eventually, all the Lemmings were gone. And then The Tick realized just how many Lemmings there had been and exactly how much damage must have been done.

That's when he made a phone call.

"Hello! I need a construction team in Fandom, Virginia, as soon as you can, chum! ... Time is the head on the zombie of this construction project! It is vitally important and must be maintained or we have a rotting corpse of a mess! ... Tomorrow? Keen! Thank you, chum!"

Doozers worked for free, but The Tick now needed a way to pay for their travel. But he just might have a clever idea...

[This should have gone up BEFORE I went to sleep, but oh well. Also, apologies because I'm about to monopolize your flists.]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Sunlight pierced Kawalsky's eyelids and woke him up. He dragged his eyes open and sat up suddenly. He was out in the open. Cam was nearby. Kawalsky was of the strong opinion that drinking was a very bad habit and should be avoided whenever the drink is green. His brain felt like it was trying to escape his skull and his throat felt like sandpaper...

...and his arms were wrapped around a bright orange traffic cone.

"It's not a good night out if you don't end up with a traffic cone," he muttered and swiped at Cam to wake him up.

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