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The streets of Mont St. Michel were just as in danger from Hawkmoth and his akuma as the streets of Paris. Cat Noir snuck, dashed, and backflipped his way across the rooftops, keeping a close eye on the streets. He didn't know where Ladybug was, but that was fine. It just meant that he'd have some stories to impress her with when he and Plagg returned to Paris.

While he was definitely keeping an eye out for akuma, he was also looking for a fromagerie. The house they were staying in didn't have an ounce of camembert in it, and Plagg was going to need some after Cat Noir detransformed.

deathtofrendo

( Excerpt from the end of Clown In a Cornfield 3: the Church of Frendo. TW for violence, blood, grievous injury, fire, mentions of cannibalism. Oh, and murder. That too. )

The sun hurt her eyes at first. And when she blinked back the glare, nothing she saw made any sense.

Gone were the muddy fields of New Kettle Springs. Gone were the primitive buildings, the blood, the bodies. The chanting cultists begging for the Host. The burning Frendo head.

She was on a cobblestone street that looked like something out of an old movie.

Heaven or hell? she wondered as she staggered forward, machete swinging from nerveless fingers, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. Is this heaven or hell? Do I deserve heaven or hell?

She knew which one she deserved. She just . . . hadn't expected it to look this quaint.

[Here she is, folks! Quinn Maybook is on the island. I have someone lined up to get that foot of hers looked at, so this is going to be for them for now. I can't imagine anyone else happening across a sooty, bleeding 19 year old and, like. Not trying to get her foot looked at. . . .]

thatwaslucky

Rey was not someone who ran for fun, and she hated the cold. However, she had too much energy that she needed to burn off, and the alternative that had popped into her head was to stay in the warehouse and see how cold she could get the rain on weather controls. That felt like overkill. She might do it tomorrow.

It was also kind of a great distraction to focus on how boring running was when you weren't running for your life or whatever.

[Work is stupid! Open!]

hatesparadise

Well, there was apparently a rogue groundhog on island that was upsetting the neighbors. Or maybe it was just the raccoons, but either way it was a 'case' and that got Danny dragged on out to investigate some absolute bullshit with Steve.

He'd never say he actually enjoyed it because it usually ended in something stupid happening.

But at least it got them out of the office.

[for the dude, but open on some slowplay!]

knightinshinarmor

It had been ages since he'd put the fliers together at Needful Things, but life -- and the weather -- had interfered with Remy's plans to get a training club started.

Look, you get left for dead in Antarctica a time or two (how had that happened more than once?!) and see how much you liked walking around outside in subzero temperatures!

Anyway, he was out and about now, with a roll of tape, a staple gun, and a stack of fliers:

Have powers you're not quite sure how to use?
Have powers you do know how to use but want to practice?
Don't have powers but want to test your mettle anyway?
Come to DANGER CLUB!
Friday afternoons, Midnight Manor All-Purpose Room^^{starting this February!}
See Remy LeBeau for more information

Was "Danger Club" a good name? Ehhhhhh. Remy was a lover, not a writer, okay?

[open! And I will do my best to start posting Danger Club posts on Fridays starting next week!]

single_man_tear

You know, there are plenty of strange events happening on the island already.

“I am NOT dragging you around the entire island. We both know you can walk. Just WALK already!”

So Dean dragging a chair around with a dog leash should barely make the top ten.

“I friggin hate you.”

Now him arguing with a chair might change that ranking.

ifwebeworthy

Why yes, that was the god of thunder walking up from the causeway to Stark Industries carrying a big ol' field-dressed boar over his shoulders like it weighed nothing and was a super normal thing to do before work.

Nothing to see here. Carry on.

Or, you know, definitely something to see here. Ask, "WTF is up with the dead boar?" The decision was up to you.

Thor had not yet discovered that the situation regarding blades on the island was going to make further butchering difficult, to say the least, but he'd get there.

deathsmajesty

It was the day after vacation and the last thing Liliana wanted to do was hang posters for the Halloween party they were holding this week. Which is why she absolutely was not doing that. She was, however, sitting in a rickshaw wrapped in her fur mantle and a jacket properly while her steward hung them up where she directed.

Delegation was an art and she was a master of it.

Liliana Vess & Ignis Scientia invite you to
A Trip Into The Underworld
Thursday, October 31st, 2024
Sunset
The ~~Creepy~~ Mansion in the Woods
All residents and their guests welcome
Costumes appreciated, but not required.

[Open if people want to stop her and talk, will pick up pings tomorrow]

theworst_verine

Well, a man could only ride that whole found family high for so long before the the reality of staying with Wade Wilson and his seventy something, cocaine addicted roommate started to kick in. The itchy feeling of needing to move on was always there, even as he stubbornly refused to give in this time.

But Wilson was better at observing things than Logan really felt he ought to be or he was eager for a little privacy as he and his girl were circling around each other to figure out what they were now. Could have been a bit of both, honestly. And then meant a place of his own close enough to get dragged into whatever bullshit was happening around the little group he had if the need arose. (And for Laura to keep an eye on him too. Not that Logan would acknowledge that was a thing she needed to do.)

But the castle? Hadn't expected the castle.

"He better not have sent me to fucking EuroDisney."

[open!]

deathsmajesty

Was Liliana hanging up fliers and posters around the town informing people of the party being held this Friday?

Absolutely not, don't be ridiculous.

But she was sitting in a rickshaw under a parasol while her steward did, which was basically the same thing.

Liliana Vess & Ignis Scientia invite you to
An Evening At The Casino
Friday, August 9th, 2024
Sunset
The ~~Creepy~~ Mansion in the Woods
All residents and their guests welcome
Dress to impress, darlings
~*Nobody is impressed by a plain black tuxedo, gentleman*~
(Funds not required to participate)

[Open if people want to stop her and talk]

imafuturist

After classes and maybe to give Steve just a little space for a moment, Tony was busy around town putting up posters to let people know about an upcoming party.

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark invite you to a
ROLLER DISCO PARTY
FRIDAY, JUNE 28TH
SUNSET
STARK TOWER
Dress in your best (19)70s outfit!
Rollerskates will be provided

Nothing said closing out Pride Month quite like that, right?

[establishy, but open if you like!]

drumsticksandd20s

Was it possible that yesterday's rainbow now had a second, fainter shadow? It just might be.

Sure, it was hot and gross out, which was why the parade route was a little shorter this year; marked off by garlands strung between lampposts and posters with protest slogans from all throughout LGBTQIA history, it set out from the north gate of the school and went along Loon Drive, curving down Chimera Court and past the south gate before turning onto Apocalypse Avenue and ending at the park. ~~And not at all because somebody slept in late today, shh.~~

Evidently the Magpie Emporium's resident gremlins had had so much fun being on a parade float last year that they were here again, riding in their shoebox on Little Bot's back and waving various tiny Pride flags. What, the gremlins who hung out at the game store turned out to identify on the queer spectrum? Who knew?

The picnic area at the park had a modest spread of light snacks and cold drinks for people to enjoy afterward, all to the sound of Steph's meticulously curated playlist of music by queer artists. Naturally.

[OOC: Iiiiii absolutely did sleep in late, sorry! In my defense it actually isn't noon for me yet! ~~Please hold for some very mild OCD~~. Threads are up! SP to your hearts' content.]

slothbabyproductions

After spending a quiet week in classes and in her room, Kamala needed air and an excuse to get out.

So despite her lack of enthusiasm for going for a run, she was out and about today not only on the streets of Fandom but sometimes using her abilities to run up to rooftops and sometimes just running around on her platforms of hard light in the air.

It's been weeks since she'd done this. And quite frankly it felt good to stretch her legs like this.

[Open]

slothbabyproductions

So yesterday Kamala's training schedule was focused on strength building. Today was cardio day.

Which meant running. Lots of running.

"Why are there so many stairs?" she groaned. "So. Many. Stairs."

Technically it was more of a slow jog/fast walk at this point.

[Open!]

the_ghoul

This whole "let's pair up to get revenge on your shitty father" thing had started off so well. Minimal speaking, minimal danger, and absolutely no sidetracking bullshit. The Ghoul had, in fact, mostly kept his head down while walking in the general direction of Hank MacLean's bloody trail. Occasionally he'd kick a piece of trash up ahead of him for Dogmeat to chase.

At some point, however, he noticed that the trail was becoming less wasteland-y and more...well, more like he had remembered the world 200 years ago.

So. They were lost. Was he gonna mention this to Lucy? Nope. Let her figure it out for herself.

[Open. Little lady with him modded with permission]

afraid_of_marshmallows

So, Arden and Cal had been sending pics back and forth, Arden sharing as much of Daventry and the tournament as she could, Cal responding with pictures of the island and some of her favorite birds. (Yes, she had favorite birds around the island, don't ask, #JustSylphThings). About fifteen or so minutes ago, she'd sent a text asking him to go check on a specific bird that sometimes showed up in town.

Interestingly enough, a portal from Daventry just happened to open up in that exact same spot, and Arden stepped through, still dressed in her fantasy world finery, looking around to see if her ruse worked.

[While the text was to Cal, open post is open for other folks, whether they're also returning from Daventry or just happen to be out and about!]

knightinshinarmor

So. X-Factor had ended without so much as a bang (unless you counted what Danger and Warlock got up to). Pietro had left, and everyone else had sort of . . . vaguely wandered off after him.

And, anyway, the life of a corporate stooge wasn't really Remy's style anyway.

But now here he was, unemployed again, between hero gigs, and at total loose ends. Wandering his way slowly up the east coast, trying to decide if it was worth the teasing he'd inevitably get if he crawled back to the Institute and the X-Men.

So yeah, wandering around Baltimore was a decent way to waste a day. And exploring the odd little town he was reasonably certain didn't appear on any maps of the area? Maybe that would land him in some interesting trouble, at least.

It probably wouldn't be the worst thing he'd done. Though that was a very high bar.

[NEWBIE ON DECK! Open!]

deathsmajesty

The secret ingredient in cooking is love. Normally, that's just a very sweet, if slightly twee, sentiment and goes no further. Other times, though, Fandom weirdness intervenes and then it becomes something much more sentient than sentiment, and usually also becomes somebody's problem. And, if just so happened that today was one of those times, though they weren't scheduled to become a problem until tomorrow.

Yesterday, Ignis had had a burst of creativity, bolstered by his twin passions of cooking and Liliana. Today, the magic overtaking the island had recognized that creative burst and brought it to life. Which was why there were now a trio of waist-high Lilianas wandering about town, crafted from the leftovers of yesterday's specials. Two were made from the paella, with a fall of black mussel shells as hair, and a body made from shrimp and rice, molded into rather busty feminine figures, beneath their purple dumpling gowns. The third was a slightly more ethereal figure, wrought from blackberry pavlovas.

And again, the narrative would like to remind you that these are waist-high, aka the size of a young child. You're welcome.

This triad of roughly Liliana-shaped gastronomical abominations spent the day trundling about the town, taking in the sights, admiring the views, and potentially interacting with people. None of them were able to speak, though Liliana Pavlova made high almost flute-like noises to communicate, but they carried themselves like three happy, excited young women having a lovely day out in a pretty island town. They just also happened, again, to be waist-high and made of leftovers.

Excuse me, Vesstovers.

[Open!]

[Idek either, y'all, I blame sleep deprivation and a general propensity for ridiculousness. In my heart, they move kinda like the Fantasia Nutcracker flowers. Thank you to

chef_chocobro who gave me her blessing to mod Ignis' creativity results.]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon hadn't much been paying attention to going through the portal, apart from knowing his entire class had made it through.

Until the gnomes stopped him on the way out to make him pay for the extra passengers.

"But we didn't have any!"

They shook their heads and insisted, and he turned to see that...they had capybara hitchhikers. Portalhikers? Stowaways? "Wait, you have to go back!" He tried to follow them, and the gnomes blocked him, frowning. By the time he had straightened it all out, they were already out the door.

Which left Jon following them as best he could (they were faster than they looked!), trying to convince them to please, go back where they came from!

He wasn't having much success.

[Open post! Due to popular demand, there will now be capybaras in the onsen.]

imafuturist

While it didn't really feel like spring at this very moment, it was still here. Somehow. Which meant Tony was quite cheerfully putting up flyers to let people know about...

Spring Garden Party

Please join us at the ballroom of Stark Industries

Friday Evening, April 12th

Floral attire suggested, elaborate hats or fascinators encouraged

Because who didn't like a party after such a long, tedious winter?

[mostly establishy as work eats my brain!]

totalwildcard

The school's trip the previous week had put the island in such a state of hybernation that Harley had ended up wandering off to the mainland for a couple of days. Well, a couple of days originally, but then there had been some hijinks and shenanigans and anyway, she'd returned late on Saturday night and promptly passed out at Needful Things on one of the antique couches, and a week and a half was about the same as a coupla days anyway, right?

But Sunday was a new day, and Harley had already been in town to get breakfast, and was circling back to her store along a different route. She was happily trotting along Godiva with her life replenishing takeaway coffee in hand, when suddenly...

"WHAT?"

She'd just spotted Wayne Foundation. Here, on the rinkydink island! Where no one supposedly even knew where Gotham even was! She damn near dropped her coffee right on the street from shock. And then almost spilled it anyway in her rush to get to the windows so she could peer into the... store? Office? Wayne place?

"Seriously, what?"

And also, did this mean that Wayne guy was going to be making appearances around town? Because Harley would approve.

(ooc: open!)

okteiviakom

Octavia had gone shopping on the mainland. No, not for clothes or anything like that - who exactly did you think she was? No, there was a cymbal sticking out of the bag she was lugging over her shoulder. Along with several other drum kit parts, though thankfully they were much smaller things than what was essentially a big metal plate.

Still, probably should've packed them all in a way where they wouldn't have been occasionally clinking together as she walked, but it was too late to worry about that now. At least she didn't sound like a walking drum kit or anything?

Maybe it wasn't the most inconspicuous way to go about it, but she wasn't that far from the port anymore, so whatever.

[ooc: Doesn't get much more open than the streets!]

imafuturist

So, Steve had talked him down from an ice sculpture the height of the room, but Tony could still be extra with other aspects of party planning here. But first... the flyers, letting people know about it.

Fandom Holiday Party

The evening of December 15th

Come for food, dancing and cheer. No gifts required, only bring yourselves

Ugly holiday sweaters optional, but encouraged

The tiny horses were helping out by carrying the tape for him. Or maybe it was stuck to them and they just liked following Tony around. Who really knew?

stykera

Summer and Stark's plan for today was to have brunch and then head out for some holiday shopping. Fandom being Fandom it seemed best to try and get things done early just in case the island decided to do terrible things to them later in the month.

Little did they know the island might have terrible things planned for today. It was like they were new or something. Dummies.

As they headed down the stairs to the lobby Stark turned to Summer.

"I'm not even sure who I ought to buy presents for. I don't...it's hard to know. You're easy. I know you should have something but I always think you should have something. And then...I don't need anything. Of course. I don't expect anything."

Oh no. He was humming now. He hummed when he was nervous, sometimes, or when he was just trying to keep himself busy.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas" he continued. Oh no. Now he was singing. Why was he singing?

"There is just one thing I need."

What could go wrong here? Surely nothing!

[Open for MHA residents, visitors, or people who might be on the streets of Fandom near MHA/the causeway/somewhere else idk. Feel free to witness Stark being a GIANT DORK and Summer cringing! The ginger is shamelessly modded with permission obvs]

sharp_man

Even after all this time, Hannibal couldn't help but feel that flyers were a bit gauche, but he did realize after all this time that they were the done thing. So while he would absolutely be sending out hand-calligraphed invitations to some people, he was also going about and tacking up flyers, as nicely printed and classy as flyers could get.

Thanksgiving Dinner
22 Phoenix Place
November 23, 4pm

Food and drink will be provided by Dr. Lecter
and will attempt to cater to all dietary requirements.
Feel free to call ahead to arrange dishes.
Additions accepted but not required.

Thanksgiving is a local holiday the origins of which are best not explored.
We celebrate it with copious amounts of food and socialization.

[Open if anyone wants to catch him! Hannibal can't let this holiday pass without feeding people.]

seriesofbaddecisions

It'd been a minute since Sabine had been back here, though she knew better than to assume how long it had been in Fandom time. Maybe it was a week, maybe it was ten years, but the further she got into town and saw things that had changed, the more she thought it'd been on the longer side. Maybe she didn't know anyone here anymore. Maybe that would even be a good thing?

She decided to take some time and wander. She didn't have anywhere in particular to be, and it was kind of nice to see all the old places. There was a chance she'd make her way over to the warehouse district to see if any of her stuff was still there, but she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with it yet if it wasn't. Keep it simple for the first day back.

[Extremely open!]

drumsticksandd20s

Actual, literal rainbow? Still in the sky, check.

Weather, still surprisingly cooperative? Also check.

Like last year, the parade was starting up near the lighthouse and passing all the businesses on that end of the island before making its way across, past Serenity Cove and the Arms Hotel. In a slight change from last year's route, it would then take a left up Griffin Way, a right onto Black Swan Drive, then down Minotaur Lane and onto Apocalypse Avenue to loop around the park and pass Galactica Point before doubling back to the park by way of Sphinx Street and Mallard Way.

The parade even seemed to have a grand marshal's float of sorts this year: Little Bot the souped-up Roomba from the Magpie Emporium, all painted in Pride flag colors with a shoebox full of the store's resident gamer gremlins on his back, each of them waving various flags. The glittery varieties, even. (Should anyone have concerns about the gremlins biting anyone, Little Bot was carrying a dented Cypher System core rulebook in two of his servo claws just in case they got ideas, but none of them seemed remotely interested in getting off of their float anyway.)

A low-key picnic was set up in the park at the end of it all -- nothing like yesterday's festival, though the decorations over the picnic tables remained -- with some rainbow pastries courtesy of JGoB, beverages, and fruit skewers. Yes, also in rainbow colors thanks to a variety of different fruits.

You know, just so everybody had a little recovery treat after all that hiking.

[OOC: ~~Please hold for a touch of OCD~~ Threads are up, have at!]

needsacatchphrase

One upside to whatever weird thing that was going on was that a real solid hit took the animal monsters down and changed them back to human so far. And Jane was nothing if not capable of a real solid hit.

"C'mon! Let's go!"

And yes, she was definitely enjoying this more than someone should.

[open for all the fighting!]

justalittlerepressed

The downside of wanting something to do (that hopefully didn't involve bleeding teens, falling from portals in the sky) was that, when it happened, it was never quite what you expected it to be.

Case in point: a lot of calls about animal attacks and no one on scene by the time he got there.

"This is officially weird, right?"

Because it felt weird after the fourth time it happened.

[open!]

scarlet_chaos

Wanda hadn't let anybody know she was coming back to town. She wanted to give herself the out in case she chickened out the moment she stepped on the causeway. So far so good, but she hadn't actually ran into anyone she knew yet.

The town seemed to be in tact. Nothing weird going on. No giant holes or polar bears or anything. That was almost disappointing, but she figured it was only a matter of time before something weird happened again. Wanda herself looked basically the same, though her hair was a bit longer and her roots were showing. She'd have to get that taken care of once she got settled in.

Hopefully her apartment hadn't been given away while she was gone.

[Guess who's back, back again~ Post is open of course]

hasaknightjob

After taking time to feed and visit Nell's kittens, Steven enjoyed a leisurely walk home. It was cold as anything but otherwise not too bad. Especially when he was bundled up well, including the scarf Liz had given him.

On the way he decided to stop and look at the ornaments that had appeared on all the trees. Steven didn't know if this was the town decorating or another event like the elves yesterday. But when he got close enough to try to see what they were made of, an image appeared. It was Llewellyn, smiling in a way that somehow Steven knew was meant for him.

Steven thought this was a memory but then he noticed that Llewellyn was wearing a suit he didn't own yet. None of the colors matched what Llewellyn already had in his closet.

A glimpse of the future, maybe?

"Do you want to try it?" Steven asked.

Marc, who was in a reflection thanks to an icicle, gave Steven a dry look. You know I don't.

Steven sighed. Of course not. Marc of all people had a difficult time enough with the present, let alone whatever glimpse of a possible future might bring.

Except - that one moment of Marc being there, with him, was enough to change another ornament. It was fast. Steven would've missed it if he'd blinked. In fact he was only aware of it because it hit their shared perception before it went away. But it was of Marc and - someone? Female, maybe?

So hard to tell. It was gone before Steven could see any details like their face or hair color. Frankly even the gender was a bit of a guess. But the thing that mattered was that something about whatever that moment was meant Marc was happy. That much Steven knew.

Steven looked towards Marc's reflection again but wasn't surprised to see Marc was gone. Steven left it. The holidays were hard enough for Marc. If any part of this gave him pain Steven wasn't going to push it.

The nice thing, though, was that if there was a happy moment in Marc's future - well that was a happy moment for Steven as well.

Steven smiled to himself as he resumed the walk home.

[as always, just looked like Steven talking to himself. Open for anybody who wants to bump into him on his walk home or just do their own ornament visions though.]

two_idiots_one_body

Arthur had finally been released yesterday! He'd made his way slowly to the hotel, nearly had a heart attack at the cost of it, which was several months' wages for a single night, paid it anyway, and promptly collapsed into bed and gone to sleep.

Look, it had been several blocks and a lot of steps with a cast on!

Today he was out again, though. There had been a brochure at the hotel for the local bank, which promised access to accounts no matter where you were from, and he would apparently need that in order to stay here.

At least he and John had the crutches down pat by now. The stairs were still a bitch, though.

He paused at the top of another short flight to catch his breath.

"The doctor wasn't exaggerating, was he?"

"Unfortunately. Shift off the crutch." Arthur put his weight on his good leg, and felt John rearranging to look at the map. "Another block forward, if this is right."

Arthur sighed. "Might as well get on with it, though."

John took up the crutch, and they continued on.

[Open post if anybody wants to waylay the guy with a full-leg cast and crutches who may be talking to himself!]

okteiviakom

Octavia was in town for a few bits and bobs for her boat. She was on her way back from Needful Things when she spotted another one of the posters she'd caught glimpses of around town.

Only this time, she actually stopped to look at it.

... And then to faintly tilt her head like a confused-yet-stoic bird of some kind, upon reading the words 'Fandom Pride'. Because she had definitely forgotten what Pride was.

Again.

Still. Couldn't help but admire the rainbow glitter for a moment, while she tried to catch whatever memory the sight of it was prodding at.

[ooc: Open, if someone else would also like to look at posters quizzically.]

drumsticksandd20s

Anyone out in the streets of town this morning might be able to catch a glimpse of Steph, dancing around to the beat of some song in her head and kind of air-drumming with one hand as she went from one place to another to hang up one of the posters from the stack she was carrying under her arm.

Said posters were decorated with tasteful dashes of rainbow glitter around bold text that read:

Hey!
Fandom Pride is happening on June 18-19!

Want to get involved? (You know you do.)
Contact Steph Gingrich at 555-GBLN or at the Magpie Emporium
Arts and crafts, music, food, carnival booths, etc.
Want to contribute something? We'll make it work.

Oh yeah, this thing was happening, and in case it wasn't obvious from how animated she was as she put up the posters, Steph was super excited about it.

[OOC: Been meaning to put this up for three days but *waves hands at RL*, so I'm just gonna do it now. Open (when I wake up) if you want to catch her at some point!]

justalittlerepressed

So, maybe he should have called ahead to let Buck know that he was coming to check in on him, but that would have sort of ruined the whole surprise aspect of it. Even if right now he was starting to think that everything Buck said about this place might not have just been a little exaggerated for Christopher's imagination.

Because wow those were a lot of stairs. And the whole castle thing looked different than it had in pictures, you know?

Which was why he was maybe gawking a little bit as he tried to find where Buck's apartment building was.

[so very open!]

notagoose

Goose was finding he was in need of some inspiration so he decided to go for a run around the island as he normally did but that morning he decided to do it without a shirt, even though the shirtlessness wasn’t really new for Goose.

What was different for Goose, was that he was spending his run thinking of some recipes he could do from I’ve come up with a New Recipe. His last few attempts hadn’t been very successful and he’d managed to slightly singe the walls in his kitchen, Commander Walsh was not getting that security deposit back.

He needed to recreate a recipe so he could hope to one day meet Ignis, the star of aforementioned I’ve come up with a New Recipe and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he kept burning the recipes.

So Goose was up early that morning and completing his run and hoping he would find some cooking inspiration on the way.

[so very open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had kind of just shown up in her warehouse this morning. Which was not correct, she was supposed to be on the Ghost doing an inventory, but once you'd spent enough time in Fandom you could think "oh, it's a Fandom thing" and go with it.

She did not expect that once she left the warehouse and started walking that her comm would blow up with messages from Lana after a year. So now first steps were: make sure nothing terrible was going on here, comm home if she could, and then find a spot where she could get through those.

Weird day already.

[Open! Hair matches the icon!]

throughaphase

With one holiday down, it was time to prep for the next one, since there were only a few days left already. Therefore Kitty made time in the morning to go around town and put up flyers.

NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY
CARITAS
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21

Fancy dress encouraged, but really just come at least somewhat dressed
Jaunty 2022 gear will be available

[Mostly establishy but you can catch her around town!]

onlyajones

Jo had tried to take a portal back home to meet her dad at Heathrow but had been told that the portals were down and she couldn’t leave Fandom and that her portal had been booked for Saturday anyway.

She frowned when she heard that since yesterday had been Friday … she’d had her library shift and everything, why would today be Friday again?

Still it was apparent that she couldn’t leave when she was meant to and she sighed, picked up her suitcase and started to made her way back towards the dorms in the marshmallow snow, she’d have to figure out what was going on somehow.

[open!]

1000yearstoolate

Seivarden stepped outside and closed the door behind her. She looked up and there is was. The bear. The bear held out a coke for her.

"Oh, fuck off!" she snapped.

The bear didn't seem offended and just trod off, but immediately after another one appeared further down the street, waving to Seivarden.

"FUCK OFF!" she shouted to the second bear. It waved again, but offered the bottle it was carrying to someone else walking past.

"Aatr's tits," she muttered to herself. "I've had enough of this."

Perhaps her conversation with Summer had influenced her more than she had thought, because when she pulled out her phone and texted Tisarwat it didn't feel like a rash or sudden decision.

She turned back and opened the door again, then slammed it shut behind her.

[Mostly establishy]

alwaysonguard

Dwight had woken up that morning a much smaller version of himself. After spending a little time wandering around the workshop and not finding much to entertain an almost 9-year-old, he realized something. His father was no where to be seen, which meant, for the time being at least, he was free to do what he wanted!

And so it was, wee tiny Dwight was soon running along the streets of Fandom, looking for whatever grand adventure lay in store. And at that moment it entailed chasing and trying to catch a cool looking lizard that was skittering down the street.

(post open for fellow wee tiny people or adults XD)

notagoose

Goose had finally caved and had asked Doc for help in getting new clothes that weren’t his military uniform and Doc had more than risen to the challenge. Assuring Goose he would more than take care of his fashion emergency and he’d cover the costs, which Goose really didn’t like the sound of that but he knew nothing of fashion so he let Doc take charge of it.

He’d sent through several boxes of new clothes that he’d received yesterday and they were more fancy and expensive looking than he was used to and Goose was pretty sure they cost more than what he’d earn in a year both with his teaching salary and what he earned as a Galaxy Ranger. He knew that before becoming a Galaxy Ranger, Doc came from money and he had worked in the private sector but still this was … a lot. Also he wasn’t sure how Doc had managed to find his exact measurements and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

So he was now going for a run around Fandom in shorts and a tank top, which felt weird and most likely looked weird - even though he still had his blaster belt and Galaxy Rangers badge on because he wasn’t going without those.

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drumsticksandd20s

Steph was a big fan of just following the road and seeing where it led -- and the new melody that had been forming in her head while driving lately might go well with that theme, come to think of it -- so the sequence of events that culminated in her stepping off the causeway onto this island she knew absolutely nothing about was no big deal. It was an adventure, and she was all about those. She hadn't gotten much of a chance to get close to the beach so far on this East Coast jaunt, which meant that her first encounter with the Atlantic Ocean was going to be the up close and personal kind.

Starting along what seemed like a main road that ran along the edge of the shore, she looked out at the ocean and chuckled softly. "Man, it just... feels totally different from the Pacific," she muttered to herself. "Damn if I can explain how, though." The wind off of the water felt colder, for one thing, but pssh, naturally she had a beanie on. It was fine.

Not that she had seen the ocean since she'd left Seattle, but she'd spent most of her childhood in Arcadia Bay, practically on top of the water's edge, and it was really hard to forget what that felt like.

This place, though, was... huh. Steph could feel her face starting to pull into a tiny bit of a grin. She'd seen her share of quaint towns while traveling across the country, but none of them since Haven Springs had a charm -- or a style, for that matter -- quite like this one. And what had happened the last time she'd ended up in a quaint little town and started vibing with the place? She'd ended up with her name engraved on a brass plate on a barstool at the Black Lantern for being a pillar of the community. That's what had happened.

But it would be getting ahead of herself to worry about that. She'd literally just gotten here; she had no plans of sticking around for a while.

Right now, all she had plans to do was to take a bunch of pictures like a total unrepentant tourist, wander around the town (which looked like it was going to give her a hell of a workout), and see if there was some kind of music venue around here. Maybe some band needed a drummer to sit in with them? Couldn't hurt to find out.

... also, if someone could explain to her why her phone kept telling her it was 2021 all of a sudden, that would be a bonus. Because what the hell?

[OOC: And my new girl's here! Not that she knows she's staying yet. Open, if you want to spot her wandering around. Usual SP disclaimer applies; I need distraction today, for the love of gods.]

notagoose

Goose had not had the chance to go for a run the last few days due to a) being a cat that was in all likelihood an alien and b) then waking up in his landlord’s apartment, shirtless, after having been taken in while he had been a cat.

Then he’d had to explain to Commander Walsh why he needed funds to repair his apartment and needless to say Walsh hadn’t been impressed.

Now he was finally able to get back to his normal running routine and try to stay focused on his run and not think about the last about the last couple of days.

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okteiviakom

The island had not let Vanessa leave yesterday the way she'd wanted to. And now it was a new day, and it was still not letting her. It was as if there was an invisible dome over the island that wouldn't budge or break, no matter how many times Vanessa charged at it with her wings and her claws, no matter how hard she tried to use her sonic scream against it.

She was going to keep trying, though.

She refused to submit to being trapped by a glorified hunk of rock.

(Sorry about the occasional almost-literally ear-piercing screeching coming from up above, people down on the ground.)

[ooc: Open, if you want to gawk at/try to flag down the angry winged lady made of metal (Vanessa Kapatelis/Silver Swan from Wonder Woman: Bloodlines)! Though SP warning, because my brain's timing is impeccable.]

notagoose

There was a cat out and about exploring the Fandom streets today. Yes totally a cat and not at all a secret cannibalistic alien. He even had a collar that read ‘Goose’.

How he had gotten out of a locked top floor apartment would forever be a mystery but for now Goose the ~~Flerken~~ cat was prowling through Fandom, exploring his new surroundings to see if there were any tasty eating options. There was nothing suspicious going on here. Really.

[Goose is now Goose the Cat from Captain Marvel. Open!]

notagoose

The weekend was over and his friends had gone home. Goose had found he’d kind of enjoyed hanging out with his team and not needing to be on alert for missions the whole time, they didn’t get to do that a whole lot.

He was also rather surprised they hadn’t caused that much destruction all things considered … okay that water/paint fight had gotten quite intense but they actually hadn’t destroyed any buildings or set any fires so he was considering that to be a win with their track record.

Since he hadn’t had a chance to go for his usual run over the weekend, he was back at it this morning and focusing on completing his run around the island.

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weirderthanthou

It was almost time for Fandom's guests to leave. To honour them one last time, the Mayor's office had arranged for a wonderful spread of food, set up along Apocalypse Ave on the way to the causeway. Opposite these tables were a few more with a, ah, tasteful number of Fandom tourist merchandise, for the shot glass-and-calendar-loving connoisseurs among their visitors.

And at the very far end stood a single table, holding nothing but a large collection of water balloons and water pistols. It came with no instructions.

Some of them looked like there was paint in them.

[[ ocd up! open! ]]

existencemisspent

Eliot landed on cobblestone and nearly toppled down a stairway.

He grabbed hold of a railing at the last minute, his other hand coming up to make sure his crown hadn't fallen off. Then pulled out his flask again and took a large sip. Then finally looked around.

How would Fen put it? Ah, right, Ember's tits. Apparently he was in Mont St. Michel.

"Alright, Bambi," he said, pulling himself carefully to his feet. "If I find out that you blew off saving the world for a free French vacation, I'm going to be so pissed. Mostly that you didn't take me with you." He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back — and burst into a grin. And then a wild, delighted laugh.

This world still had magic!

Here, Fandom, have a slightly tipsy High King, laughing delightedly and spinning around in the middle of the street, setting off tiny little celebratory fireworks. Look, he'd had a rough several weeks, okay?

[OPEN, HELL YEAH! Come meet the High King of Fillory!]

notagoose

Even though Goose had only had a couple of shots the previous night it had still been enough that he’d felt the effects the next day largely thanks to the way his bio defences reacted to any kind of stimulant.

That said, he wasn’t going to let it stop him from heading out on his early morning run, he had a fast metabolism - he figured by the time he finished his run, he would be right for his first class later that day.

The only difference with his normal routine was that Goose wasn’t wearing any shoes and was currently doing his run barefoot, no he didn’t think anything unusual of it, he just didn’t happen to wear shoes now.

So there was now a 7 foot tall Supertrooper running barefoot around Fandom that early morning.

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