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"I'm not sure if we actually have the space to house a concert that big," Jesse said delicately, letting the phone rest against her shoulder as she gestured helplessly at her assistant. "Yes, I know he's a very important chimpanzee. Yes. I know. Yes. I know. But Baltimore has larger..."

She waved helplessly. Her assistant shoved a notepad in her direction. She grabbed a pen.

"... Okay, so how do you feel about IKEA?"

Just another day in the office.

[[ i went to see the Robbie Williams musical biopic where he's a CGI monkey yesterday and somehow it's the best thing i've seen in a year? HOW. anyway, open ]]

weirderthanthou

You know, these big summer moves always seemed so great, until you knew how much paperwork was involved. The permits. Fines, from places that didn't know how to respond to a random island appearing out of nowhere.

Poor Jesse was now halfway through the island's Largest Mug Of Coffee. It was her third.

She bent over the papers and groaned. "My fingers hurt."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

You know? Jesse was relieved with the amount of paperwork involved with bringing James back. She'd succesfully managed to stop anyone from putting in any forms that wrote him out of anything, so now she barely had to file any forms writing him back in to a lot of things.

Which meant she could turn her attention to something else: getting back in touch with the FBC.

That was... trickier.

"I'm gonna have to go back into the basement, aren't I," she muttered, squinting at a piece of paper covered in coffee stains and 60s typewriter-written text.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

"This," Jesse sighed, looking up at Margo with serious eyes, "Is going to mean so much paperwork."

The Magician rolled her eye, and placed her hand flat down on the desk. "Yeah, yeah, we can deal with the bureaucracy later," she said. "Well. You can. I plan to spend the rest of next week at Theodoric's."

Jesse ran her fingers along her hairline, and... reached for the microphone that connected the island-wide PA-system with the radio. She leaned in.

"Hi, Fandom? This is Jesse Faden speaking. Uh. The mayor. I know we're dealing with an invasion situation right now, and in order to fix it, we need some creative problem-solvers with good, uh, creative skills to come over to Town Hall right now, okay?"

Beat.

"Apparently we have to write our way out of this one. Or macramé. Any talent will do, honestly."

[[ ~~wait for some~~ ocd up! ]]

weirderthanthou

The song hadn't left Jesse's head in months. It popped up at the most unexpected times, disrupting her sleep, and other things besides. Had people worried, that she hadn't been outside much? Or maybe they hadn't noticed.

Because you're usually such a social butterfly.

She had woken up one morning sure she knew where it was coming from. And so, last week, she'd gone down into the basement to face it. Only to find... nothing. Just a regular basement, and a shadow in the corner of her eye. When she'd come back up, it had been... today. A week later.

"Just get me James' file again," she told her assistant, tired, as she sank back down behind her desk. "Maybe focusing on a slightly less impossible mystery will give me a boost." It had been-- a while, since she'd gotten any sign from him at all. That was fine. It wasn't like she wasn't used to chasing after people who vanished in the night.

Mhmm, hmmm, show me the Champion of Light, mmmm, I'll show you the Herald of Darkness...

[[ open. jesse's new canon has eaten my brain ]]

weirderthanthou

Why is it that the school does something and I get all the paperwork?

It had been a fun couple of weeks, that was for sure. Building permits, at least two notifications of strange-things-in-the-attic, and a whole folder of forms specifically about making sure the island government could not be litigated if college students (apparently a multiversally acknowledge seperate group of sentient beings all together) got into some kind of trouble with man-eating goo (form 23b), alternative universes (forms 3c and 3d) or clowns (forms 55a through 55f). It was enough to drive anyone insane.

How did I wind up choosing to be a civil servant, again?

Oh, right.

I picked up a gun.

She'd be in the office all day, hunkered over the paperwork, while Nina-the-assistant ran past with the occasional coffee refill.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

"So we have kind of a shitstorm out there," Jesse said conversationally. "Does anyone have any ideas? Because all I've got is 'go out there and beat them up until I find my assistant'."

No, really, she thought as she surveyed those who'd made it down to Town Hall. She was usually the 'beat things up' girl.

Not exactly what I'd planned for myself, but here we are.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

"Shouldn't they be back by now?" Jesse said warily, staring at the time machine... thing... sitting in front of them. On the curb. As one does.

The redhead beside her in the furs and the metal blew a strand of hair away from her face. "The tricky thing about time travel is that it's relative," she said. "I think. But I can give it a tweak, just in case something's going wrong on our end."

"Sure," Jesse said. "It can't h--"

Aloy slammed the blunt end of her spear into the machine with a loud thunk that would make engineers everywhere either nod in understanding or scream in horror. Possibly both.

"... That should do it."

There was a big flash of light.

[[ strike team! feel free to ping your return to this post. people who might still be hanging around town hall, feel free to boggle. as of now, you are all back to normal. ]]

weirderthanthou

"It looks like we're not dealing with regular Fandom whimsy, but someone messing with the wiring again," Jesse sighed. She'd called 'whoever wants to do something about this' in to town hall, and was once again finding herself at a bit of a loss for a speech. "Our best theory is that someone back in 1995 is planning to muck around in all of our pasts."

It sounded as logical to her as anything ever did. Benefits of a Bureau education, she supposed.

"Now an intrepid group of eggheads have put together a time machine to go back and politely ask whoever this is to knock it off," she continued. "Any volunteers to go do that?"

[[ ocd up! come gather. ]]

weirderthanthou

Jesse... Jesse was just not going to talk about the giant snake thing.

She'd spent all of yesterday writing and filing her report, and that was it. She'd turned into a giant snake. That happened.

In a way, it had actually been kind of awesome?

She had not put that in the report.

"Why do I keep feeling like swallowing an egg whole?" she asked Nina, who ignored her. Jesse sighed and sagged back into her chair. "Yeah, probably explicable."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

It had been weeks since the last time Jesse had heard anything from James, and then that had played at the movie theater. She hadn't gone in. Didn't think Ingrid would've been able to get a message back to him.

Instead she was at work, behind her desk, desperately picking through the dark web in search of a way to get to him. It was days like this she missed-- well, feeling like she had an institution with a lot of means behind her.

Not that the Bureau had been able to contact the outside world when she'd been there, but it was the thought that counted.

After a few hours, she posted a reviewto the letterboxd page for that movie - this reminded me of other stories i've heard about people who crossed over the water and vanished under mysterious circumstances. of course, in real life, it's the not knowing that gets you.

She received an email ten minutes later, from an unknown address. She veered up in her seat. Could it be--? "Re: Cauldron Lake," she muttered. "Is that where he is--?"

Remember Thomas Zane, said the message.

What did that even mean?

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

The words IT'S SUNDAY were written in white chalk on the blackboard that hung off Town Hall's doors. Just in case anyone needed to be reminded.

Jesse had been busy, ever since figuring out what was going on yesterday. Poking around town, trying to map what little she could see of the new chunk of island across the water...

And now, writing emails.

I'd like to ask anyone with scientific experience or anyone willing to approach the new section of the island at all to gather at Town Hall today. I think it's time for us to find out just exactly what's happening here.

Bring weapons.

-- From the desk of your mayor, Jesse Faden.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

Jesse did not own any pink clothing.

Or rather, she hadn't.

How she'd found pink jeans would be a mystery for the ages. The pink tank top was definitely something Summer would wear. Even Jesse's nails were presently pink.

Finding all that stuff had taken two full days. But now she was back in the office, doing her usual paperwork, while Nina the assistant stared at her like she'd just grown a second head.

"Are you sure you don't need to take a week off?"

"Seriously, I'm fine. Better than fine, actually."

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

It wasn't that Jesse hadn't been working on the big hole problem, but yesterday had made it personal. Under ideal circumstances, that would have led her to some kind of breakthrough overnight, but sadly...

"Never how it works," Jesse sighed to the fern sitting next to her desk.

Instead it was just stupid, painstaking, crossreferencing work. Not her strong suit. She had a map set out in front of her and she was doing her level best to mark off raccoon and hole sightings as she went along.

"There's got to be an answer in here somewhere..."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

So the fire station had vanished a few days ago. That was, uh. A thing.

"I really need to get a grip on the filing system," Jesse muttered. "How many jaunts into the archives has this been so far?"

Nina helpfully held up five fingers.

"Right," she said. "Maybe I should ask Barry about getting me some kind of data warehousing system."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

You know, the stretch of about a year there where she didn't feel constantly paranoid someone was watching her and something was going to happen? That had been nice, Jesse reflected. Felt like a distant dream now.

Especially after walking through the park this morning and hearing... giggles. Coming from somewhere, making her want to do... something.

She wasn't proud about falling back into old habits, but... as soon as she made it back to Town Hall, she vanished into her office and locked the door. She'd just ignore her assistant's pounding on the door while she poured through reports. Yeah.

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

There was a large fan set up inside Jesse's office, pointed right at her. It fixed one problem (to a point), but several hours into the day, Jesse was already getting tired of paperweights.

"Maybe we need to move on to ice cubes," she ventured. "Or... posters of really unattractive objects?"

Nina-the-assistant didn't even bother to look up anymore. She was... browsing the internet. "I don't know why you didn't just give us the week off," she muttered.

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

Apparently they had a fire station. Sure, Jesse had seen a mention of it in some old files somewhere, but they were... very old files.

"I really wish I could just hire someone to deal with all of this paperwork," she muttered. "I have... so much paperwork to update now."

Nina shrugged brightly. "Technically, the island hired you to do the paperwork!"

Jesse rubbed at her face. "I'm starting to miss having problems I can shoot," she muttered.

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

Yeah, so last week had been a thing.

A thing that required a lot of phone-calls.

And when phone-calls failed, writing letters.

"How hard is it to grasp 'when I ask for maintenance, I don't mean launch an entire new satellite into the sky without telling me anything'?"

Nina shrugged helplessly.

"I hate boards."

[[ open ]]<,/small>

fh_extras

Right. Science and magic people were going to... science and magic this thing out of the air. In theory, it was a good plan, in that 'winging it by the seat of our pants' kind of way that Jesse was intimately familiar with. In practice, well, the streets of Fandom were currently a little on the deadly side.

So she dusted off the PA system sometime in the early afternoon.

"Hey, we think we've figured out how to stop this thing," she said, forcing her voice to stay steady (public speaking was the worst, okay, but she just needed a moment to remind herself she was the dir-- mayor here). "But we can use some cover while we do this. I need anybody who's willing to fight to come in to town hall and keep our people safe, okay? Thank you."

Click.

( In which people respond enthusiastically to the opportunity to beat shit up. )

weirderthanthou

Jesse had tracked down the blackboard.

"Okay," she said, making a few quick, sketchlike drawings. "So here's what we know. The school board bought a new weather machine last week. It's circling the island and sweeps by the school between noon and two o' clock."

She made a corresponding drawing.

"It's also malfunctioning. Obviously," she said. "So we need to take it out. Preferably above the preserve or above the water, not... anything important. Definitely not between noon and two o' clock."

She drew something else. "There's apparently deactivation codes?" she said, "But we haven't been able to find them. So that leaves us two options: either we hack into this thing somehow and do some... weird computer stuff to simulate those codes," yeah she had no idea, "or we just shoot this thing out of the sky at the right time. Which will be harder, because we can't see it. We just know roughly where it's going to be."

Beat.

"Any ideas?"

weirderthanthou

"Well, that's the last of what we have about the weather machine."

Jesse stared at the stack of papers in front of her, the handbook perched on top.

"Topside, anyway," she commented idly.

Nina-the-assistant tilted her head. "Hm?"

"There are archives in the basement, too," she said. She looked thoughtful. "Maybe..."

"It's the basement."

"I know."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

A large dome of glass had slid over the island overnight. Jesse had been by to poke at it, but there was just... no getting through it.

Now she was back.

"Yeah," Jesse said, "We have a problem."

She was currently behind her desk, trying to pry a strand of lights from her leg. She'd successfully murdered it - it wasn't moving anymore - but it was definitely stuck.

She rubbed her forehead. "Well, the door's still open," she said to her assistant, "At least I don't think we're going to be alone in figuring this out..."

Her assistant beamed and pushed the tiny cactus towards Jesse.

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

Okay, so an angel made of snow - a creepy angel - had teamed up with one of those candy canes that still hung around and ganged up on Jesse. It'd been-- a while since she'd last had to use her powers on the island. Made her nervous.

And... well.

"Something isn't right here, Nina," she said to her assistant, quietly.

Her assistant shrugged. "Maybe your science guy knows more?"

"Or the magic girl," Jesse said. She sighed. "Right. I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask around."

And so a message made its way onto Fandom's messaging platform: my gut feeling says something is off this week. If anyone has any good ideas or wants to help me pick through some files about advent, you're welcome at town hall.

In the background, Nina decided to get the nice plants out, just in case Jesse needed someone to talk to first.

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

Another day, another deep dive into Fandom's archives to work on the handbook. Jesse found herself trapped in her office - literally - for most of the day as she poured over more event logs.

Here and there, she scribbled down the odd note, to be sent up to the school board and various other figures of importance in Fandom's history.

So there's a weather machine under the island and it malfunctioned? Is there some kind of maintenance schedule we should put it on?

It was boring work, but at least she was busy.

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

Jesse had woken up that morning to sounds that... had kind of felt like hissing to her waking brain. She'd gotten up quickly, but now she was unsettled. They weren't really hisses, the noises. But they were close enough.

So if anyone needed her, she'd be wandering around Town Hall, talking to the plants.

"You're doing so good lately! Your leaves are super perky!"

... you relaxed your way, Jesse relaxed her way.

[[ open! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Homecoming wasn't actually on Halloween (though it was awfully close) which was why Nina careened into Maeve and Shuri's rooms with the siren cry of 'Happy Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' far, far too early in the morning and managed to wrangle her fellow StuCo people down to help her move tables and chairs for the party.

She possibly managed this feat on sheer enthusiastic punctuation alone.

Then, once that was done, she politely, but firmly, booted them both out and locked the doors with a clarion cry of, "I'll let you in later so we can set out the food and drinks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go take a nap or something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", before she settled in for the real work of it all.

It took most of the day—which was why she and Prompto had gotten their work done the night before—but, when Nina was finished, the hall had been transformed.

Quite literally.

The walls had been covered in black sequins, the floors were black marble veined with gold, and the ceiling glittered like a hundred thousand stars were trapped inside of it. Disco balls spun, throwing sparkles down, and strobe lighting danced about, making the shadows darker in contrast.

Each table was covered in heavy black lace tablecloths that were liberally edged in silver and orange glitter (in case you thought you were getting way with a party with no glitter), and candelabrum were spaced out, one on every other table, to add to the ambiance.

The pièce de résistance was… The Bus. Oh yes. Over by where the chaperones tended to linger was The Bus. How had it gotten into the hall? Nina wasn't telling. But she and Prompto had dressed it in a lacy, gothic ball gown and given the front window eyes (green) with huge, curling eyelashes and a pouting red-lipsticked mouth. The windows along the sides and back had been frosted over so that the multi-coloured strobe lighting from within sent refractions of sparkling light leaping around The Bus. A halo of romanticism!

Since The Bus couldn't speak (and all attempts at pulling that off had a) been hilariously horrible and b) been really weird), a huge, elegantly calligraphic note was set upon an easel beside The Bus that read:

Anakin, would you do me the honour of being mine?

Oh yes.

Everything was perfect.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up! Come get your party on!

Maeve, Shuri, Prompto and The Bus all modded with permission!]

weirderthanthou

Was there ever going to be a time Jesse got a fax from Barry that didn't have her sighing at it?

She absently grabbed a handful of candy from a bowl as she took it to the front desk.

"I did see something about seasonal strangeness in the files," she said. "But isn't this early?"

Her assistant shrugged.

"Ooh," Jesse said, peering down into the bowl. "There's black licorice. Nice!"

[[ open! look, i'm a dutch person, i'm contractually obliged to defend the honor of drop. ]]

weirderthanthou

Was Jesse a little weirded out by the small, talking hawk? Yeah. But she'd gotten over that pretty quickly. She had bigger paperwork to deal with, courtesy of Barry, who was getting a terse fax with the words 'Thanks, Barry' scribbled on it in return.

Saiph was busy grooming, but occasionally she would look up, and blink thoughtfully.

"Are we done with the papers yet?"

"We are never going to be done with the papers," Jesse said ruefully.

"Your last job didn't have this many papers."

"You go with what you get, I guess."

As the day went on, it felt more and more like talking to herself, honestly.

[[ open but sp. ]]

weirderthanthou

Jesse had done enough reading to know Emily wasn't likely to stay. They'd made plans accordingly, and spent a night and a day pouring over as much of Barry's research as they'd had to work with.

It had been a little... weird, seeing Emily hang out in one of her own big t-shirts (the one that read 'I express my individuality through mass-produced t-shirts') with a cup of coffee in the morning. Emily wore uniforms, that was her thing. Or... maybe she'd just seen Emily in uniform because everyone had been trapped in the Oldest House, and...

I'm thinking too much.

She showed up to town hall in the morning, settling in her office with the notes the two of them had made the previous night. At least Dylan was still safe. 'No change', Emily had told her, 'He's still in a coma, but he's stable', and that was...

Well, it was better than the alternative.

She sighed and reached for her coffee.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

"I can't believe I'm actually here, and I don't have any lab equipment," Emily said. She was wearing some of Jesse's clothes, and honestly, it was a little weird to see her out of the uniform. Or in something that casual.

Like she's wearing clothes from another world.

"I'd love to run some tests on you once we manage to get you back out of here, about the influence of a multiversal-- Island of Power like this on you, especially after exposure to, well..." Emily continued, grinning at her. "I mean, if you're okay with it, of course."

"Let's just add it to the long list of things you want to test me for," Jesse said wryly, but she realized she'd inexplicably found herself smiling.

Emily's enthousiasm was a special kind. Rare. She'd missed it.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

So, did anyone know Town Hall had a basement? Because Tamsin hadn't.

But Jesse, who both didn't like the idea of there being a big space without knowing what was in there, and liked the idea of scrapping around in a big space without knowing what was in there, had found out. And she had disappeared down there for a week.

On Friday morning, she crawled back up through the hatch. Her hair was perfect. Her skin smelled faintly of oranges.

"Well," she said to her assistant, dusting the pollen off of her jacket, "That solves that mystery."

And that was that.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

The clouds had all come together in one dark shroud over the town. It wasn't encouraging. Neither was the way the lights in Town Hall occasionally flickered, as if they were on the edge of complete failure.

Still, Jesse was at work. She'd gone over the radio broadcasts of the past few days, and written Barry's findings all over the whiteboard.

Now she was standing there, staring at it. Trying to keep Dylan out of her head.

Polaris helped. Whenever the surge got too much, Jesse could feel her resonance passing through her, pushing the memories aside. How long that would keep working, though... she had no idea.

[[ open with some ocd ]]

weirderthanthou

Dark clouds were packing above the island.

Jesse didn't like it.

She'd shoved open her office door and kept it that way with a stack of binders, just in case anyone else thought they might need to knock. The amount of paper on her desk had now started to flood the floor.

"There has to be something."

[[ open with ocd ]]

weirderthanthou

"Something's not right."

It'd been the second night of bad dreams in a row. Bad dreams that Jesse seemed to have a hard time shaking now, worse than yesterday. Like the memory of Dylan's face was chasing her, pulling her back in at the strangest times.

She'd been dealing with strangeness for long enough to know when something was off.

Anyway, that was why her desk at Town Hall was currently covered in binders and stacks of paper. "There's got to be something in here," she said, flipping through another binder. "Nobody's seen a giant singing fish, right?"

Nina shook her head.

"Fuck," Jesse said succinctly.

[[ open with some ocd ]]

weirderthanthou

Nina was apologizing a lot today. The big fern by Jesse's desk was dying, and so were the littler plants in the flowerpots throughout the building. "I just don't know what happened," she said, pouting. "I watered them this weekend!"

Jesse sighed, leaning over her desk to eye the fern. "Have you been talking to it?" she asked.

Nina blinked. "...What?"

"Have you talked to the plants," Jesse repeated.

"Uh," Nina said. "No. Why would I?"

Jesse shook her head and pushed her chair back. She got up, only to squat down by the fern. "Hey, little buddy," she said. "I know you're feeling a little sad right now, but I think you're doing your absolute best, okay? You're a good fern."

The leaves straightened a little. Jesse smiled, and got up, brushing past a perturbed-looking Nina into the hall. "Hi," she called. "You're a gardenia, right? I love your petals!"

Yes, she was absolutely going to spend her morning cheering up the plants. She'd kind of missed it.

[[ i love my canon. open! ]]

weirderthanthou

Jesse didn't need to go through the motions of being mayor. She could've shirked the responsibility. But the more she read, the more she heard, the more interesting this island turned out to be.

I can't get distracted from getting back to Dylan... but if I'm stuck here anyway, I might as well use my time well. Right?

So she was in the mayor's office today, filling in an incident report about her own arrival here. Sometimes you could learn a lot just from the kind of information requested on a government form, and--

"'Did the incident involve turning into an animal'," she read aloud. "Hm... no."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

Town hall is definitely more inviting when you're not sleeping there.

It had taken Jesse a few days to get set up at the apartment. A few more days to start writing down everything she'd been through.

But finally, she was... back in action? At work? Whatever you called sitting at a desk while an assistant brought you reams and reams of paperwork.

"Who does this even go to?"

"The board."

Of course.

It'd take her a while to figure out it wasn't the same board.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

It had been three days, and no more word from Emily. I'm going to have to accept this might take longer than expected. It was an important thought, an accepting-what-is-happening-here thought, but it made a repressed worry bubble up in Jesse's stomach.

What about Dylan?

If Emily can't reach me, she's probably still in a time freeze. And... he should be, too.

Unless something else was happening in the Oldest House right now. It was frustrating, that she couldn't just go there and-- fix things. First things first.

"The vending machine has been restocked!" Nina announced, and Jesse flashed her an absent smile as she walked across the front office to grab herself some breakfast. From the fridge, mind you, which had a stack of magnets sitting on top of it now. She'd been plucking them all off yesterday.

I've only been part of the Bureau for a week. But these things are already becoming second nature, she thought wryly.

"So tell me," she added, as she took a sandwich from the fridge, "Where does a girl go to get somewhere to stay around here?"

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

Another night on the sofa in the back of the office.

Jesse didn't wake up to a phone call this time. Picking up that old 90s phone did nothing either; she didn't even get a dial tone.

If this keeps up much longer, I'm going to have to find a place to live.

With a sigh, she walked into the front office to find herself something to eat, and found herself face to face with-- oh, that wasn't smart. "Nina?" she called.

She seems to always be around. I wonder.

"Yes?" the chirpy woman replied, sticking her head out through a door.

"Can you put in a new requisition for this vending machine?"

Nina blinked a few times. "We had it restocked just last night," she said. "You can eat anything in it, I promise!"

Jesse shook her head. "We need to switch to generic," she said.

Blink. "Generic... what?"

"Generic food," Jesse said, looking over at her. "This is a safety risk."

"A... safety risk."

"Yeah."

"... You're definitely turning out to be one of the more interesting mayors I've ever worked for."

"Thanks," Jesse said, frowning. "I guess."

The mayor was in.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

Jesse had given walking up and down the Causeway a spirited try yesterday, but after a few attempts accomplished little, she'd let it go. Town Hall it was, though the phones there didn't give her much of a reprieve, either.

By the time she was done reading all the files an overenthusiastic Nina kept giving her, it was late. And so she'd bunked up on a couch in a back office, and she was now waking up with an unfortunately familiar case of back pain.

Something was ringing.

She groaned and sat up. Is that...?

It was the phone, an old 90s model sitting on the desk in front of her. Nobody ever comes in here, huh? Explains the cobwebs. She snatched it off the desk and ( pressed it to her ear. )

"Breakfast!" Nina bellowed. "You want some breakfast?"

I am a little hungry.

She tugged on her jacket and stepped out into the front office with a wry smile. "What've you got for me?"

The Mayor was in.

[[ open! details of the phone call NFB ]]

fh_animalcrossing

It's been such a fantastic week so far! Tom Nook and Isabelle had a goal, one that would make the whole island happy and really put them on the map, but that didn't mean that they weren't working hard to make their residents happy every. Did you need a home expansion? ~~Because today's the last day for it.~~ Do you want to pay off your loan? Do you need to talk about a resident who's a problem? They could help!

Even if Isabelle might've looked a little like she was napping at her desk sitting up. Look they did not leave.

[Open! Please ask Isabelle about our island rating!]

fh_animalcrossing

Yesterday had certainly been exciting! Anyone who had started construction yesterday would have a building as good as new today, and there police had been here questioning them!

And now it was time for Tom Nook and Isabelle to get back to the really important work: beautifying the island in order to catch K.K. Slider's attention. Isabelle had so many reviews to go through!

[Open!]

fh_animalcrossing

This was going great! People were interacting, they were beautifying the island to try and attract K.K. Slider's attention, and people were expanding their homes and businesses and making them to their liking! This has turned out to be such a good idea!

Tom Nook and Isabelle were still here (seriously, had they left?) and ready to help you. Did you want to change your home? Want to come up with an island flag? Want to bitch about a resident? They were here for you!

[Open!]

fh_animalcrossing

Unfortunately for Tamsin, Tom Nook and Isabelle had not been evicted since yesterday. In fact, Tom Nook had not left the counter in 24 hours.

He was a very hard worker, see.

But he and Isabelle had an area set up with filing cabinets to go through and plants to water now when they weren't currently helping you, so they were feeling pretty lived in here already.

But if you did need to talk to them about construction or resident services, they would happily drop everything to help you out!

[Open!]

fh_animalcrossing

Town hall might not have looked any different except for an assortment of animals wearing clothes who would wander in or out of the building, or sometimes sit on stools outside eating popsicles.

Which might've been a clue that something was up, if you were one to notice such things.

But if you walked inside, you would immediately find a long counter behind which sat a raccoon and a dog, quietly working as music played in the air, and they'd be so happy to help you! Help you with what, you ask? That's a very good question, take a seat in one of these chairs and let's get started.

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fjordicswagger

People were losing their pants. And other clothes. And it was hot.

Tamsin, wearing nothing but her underwear, parked her feet up on her desk. She picked up the letter again.

--the theft of my wardrobe is utterly unacceptable. I suggest you take steps to remedy the current situation. If not, we'll take care of it ourselves--

"Like to see you try, tough guy," she said, and cracked up. She threw the letter back onto the desk. "Hey, what's-her-name! Hurry up, these people aren't going to make fun of themselves!"

Your mayoral system was working as designed.

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bigdamnprincipal

This year, the folks at the Student Council had decided on a Homecoming theme of cyberpunk fairytales - with all the creepy stuff going on, a positive, brighter spin on the genre would surely be appreciated, right? Neon-painted billboards of castles and princesses covered the walls, next to glitter-covered robots (because there always needed to be glitter) wearing bright translucent dresses and leather jackets.

The creepy paintings didn't really take away from the effect, especially since they'd been covered in glitter too. Take that, island!

fjordicswagger

"Are they kidding me," Tamsin said flatly.

She stared at the television. Then at the email on her screen. Then back at the television.

"A chemical leak or chemtrails, that's what they're going with."

She sagged back in her chair behind her desk. "... Humans. Guess that saves me hiring an Ortenax or, god forbid, an Addonc to fix this."

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fjordicswagger

"Can anybody tell me anything more about what's going on here?"

Tamsin didn't just call town hall meetings twice in a row for fun, you know. ... Okay, maybe a little. Just to watch the anti-social ones scramble. Whatever. She crossed her arms, surveying the crowd.

"Anyone from the recon team? Anyone who's been sticking their faces in books for the past few days? What are these things, what's happening with the bitey, and who do we need to punch to get out of this mess?" Beat. "Chop chop."

... It was bound to be another informative meeting.

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