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Unlike most Fandom events that the alumni remember, this one was not a glitter-drenched nightmare, though it was a little dinosaur-themed, if "tasteful" and "dinosaur-themed" could be in the same room togther.

Think more giant palms, less Tino in a loincloth. There were drinks and snacks, music and nametags. Come on in, Fandomites! Tell us what you've been up to.

always_someone

Norman walked into the Magic Box, not entirely certain what to expect. Between the shop's occasional shenanigans and the fact that Bob was kind of using this place as his own personal haunt, pretty much anything could be going on in there, after all.

Mostly what Norman found were some books that had been labelled according to their usefulness, which meant that his morning was spent sorting them according to those labels, actually setting the decent ones to the side so that he could flip through them and see if any of the theory would do him any good.

The ones that Bob had marked as 'utter trash' were being set aside, too. Entirely because Norman wanted to see if he could buck any stupid ideas about magic after flipping through them.

They were all still on display in case customers came in wanting to pick up actual educational material or a stupid hobby that wouldn't actually lead to anything, because he was running a business here. But it was possible that the ones that Bob had marked simply as 'amusing' were out front and center for a bit, at least until Norman could take a peek at the other two categories for himself.

[OOC: Open!]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had discovered a stupid phone game and she was pretty sure it was eating her life. There was a girl and she had been transported to a fantasy world with her talking cat, and in this world all major conflicts were solved by fashion battles and and and...

This game was so dumb but also so good. She had also spent more money on it than she was willing to admit, but...these outfits were amazing!

She arrived at work just in time for rollover and didn't do anything more than flip the lights on and the sign to 'Open' before she was behind the counter, playing the stupid game again. Look, there were fashion battles to win okay? And she needed to find a neighborhood for her house so she could start decorating that, too...

Dite's was open, but distracted.

not_every_mage

A kennel of puppies and kittens romped near the shop window today, but Anders found himself more concerned by the miniature goat someone had dropped off early that morning. For one thing, they didn't have a goat-sized cage ready, so Anders needed to scurry about with blankets and baby fences to set up a place for the beast to sleep.

For another, it kept trying to eat his shoes -- which didn't make getting its new home together any easier.

"Keep this up, and you might get turned into a nice fur muff," Anders told the goat.

The goat maaa'd back at him.

[OOC: Open pet shop, no OCD!]

omgnochecksyet

Just when you thought it was time for the island's collective consciousness to maybe move on from the whole sharkicane thing... along came Homecoming! Well, the theme was actually "Under the Sea", but like the Student Council wasn't going to have glitter-encrusted sharks feature heavily in the decorations? Please.

Of course, it wasn't just sharks: there were plenty of glitter-dolphins, and fish, and ~~octopuses~~ ~~octopi~~ octopodes too. Jellyfish-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, and strategically-placed LED projectors were set up to complete the underwater ambiance.

[ooc: OCD is a go!: Arrive/Mingle | Photographs | Food/Punch | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC ]

not_every_mage

Anders was confused when he got to work and saw that the shop was full of plastic tubes. But he supposed he couldn't expect Zack to have left everything the same while he took most of the summer off.

And it turned out kittens were even more adorable when they had a habitrail to chase their toys through, so that was a plus.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]

The day started with a rainbow. Not that there had been any rain last night, really. The island, noticing the ~~handwavy~~ posters up around town, had figured it wanted to contribute to the spirit of the whole thing, and slapping a big, bright rainbow into the sky had seemed like the obvious way to do it. By around noon, it was clear that the rainbow was going to be sticking around, too, less a meteorological phenominon and more a banner painted across the sky. Down below, little flowers had popped up overnight in bright colours, some mimicking the rainbow up above, some in other configurations; pink-purple-blue, blue-pink-white-pink-blue, black-grey-white-purple, yellow-white-purple-black, and so on. The flowers, fortunately, were there to be pretty, with no other weird effects on the island's populace.

Though, really, if presenting a bouquet of them to one's favourite person ended well for somebody, the island wasn't going to complain, either.

The parade itself was to start on the Causeway, a good gathering point for Fandomites in the past, and a fairly central location on the island. From there it would follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity and following it until it turned into Loon and Loon turned into Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where people were welcome to sit and mingle to their hearts' content.

The weather was nice, making liars out of the meteorologists in favour of shunting clouds aside for sunshine and a pleasant breeze. A perfect day for a parade!

[OOC: Open! Welcome to Fandom Pride!]

not_every_mage

One of the pregnant dogs went into labor just about as Anders got to the shelter this morning, and he spent much of his morning tending to her in the storage area she'd commandeered for a quiet place to give birth. (He'd never tried his healing on a dog before, but it seemed to help ease her pain.)

Honestly, he couldn't see many better ways to spend a workday than welcoming four wiggly, damp new mutts into the world. He left them snuggled up to the new mother and went about the rest of his work with a light heart.

[OOC: Open post]

not_every_mage

It had been longer than Anders wanted to admit since he'd actually made it to a Sunday shift, so he was making up for that by cleaning out the storage room. So far he'd unearthed a notebook full of meeting plans for something called the Magic Reserves; a sketch of a cat labeled "Mister Moxy" in curvy, girlish handwriting; a jacket he thought was gone forever; and a rather enormous store of tiny glass potion vials.

"If I had more elfroot, I could put those bottle to use," Anders muttered, and sneezed at the storage-room dust.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_every_mage

Anders had never thought much about chickens, beyond appreciating them when they ended up fried and on his plate. But when he visited the chicken paradise Zack had made on the shelter's roof, he rethought that quickly. They weren't just livestock; they had interests and personalities and little rivalries all their own.

He borrowed a large black chicken to keep him company at the shelter's counter. "Don't worry if I smell like cat," he apologized, as he set up a little pen behind the register. "I just live with them."

The chicken didn't look terribly comforted.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]

not_every_mage

After a few days in San Francisco, it had finally been time to go home. Anders's emotions were mixed as he waited for Dante to return the rental car and took the shuttle to the portal station home.

On the one hand, they'd been gone long enough that it'd be good to get home. He missed Kathy, their beds, his jobs. On the other ... it had been nice to step away from real life for a while.

A flash of light, and there they were on the causeway.

"Island's still standing," he noted, elbowing Dante. "So we couldn't have missed too much."

not_every_mage

Giant snake or no giant snake, the class of 2017 -- Anders included -- had graduated. And now he was squeezing in one last shift at the Magic Box before he headed off on a road trip with Dante. He hummed cheerfully to himself as he organized the shelves of herbs and swept the shop floor.

As he worked, he wondered about something from the day before. He had thought he spotted Karl during the ceremony, but hadn't been able to spot him after. (To be fair, the giant snake rather worked against an orderly end to the proceedings.) Anders wasn't sure whether he'd really seen his old friend, or it was just a trick of the light.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_every_mage

Anders hadn't thought to bring his daughters by the shop while they'd been in town over the weekend, and coming into work made him wish he had. Carys and Kate should have gotten kittens to take home. It wasn't as though he had to worry about what their dads would think, since Anders knew he'd be a cat person at any age and in any universe.

He sighed over the missed opportunity as he set to work unloading pallets of pet toys.

The sign he placed outside the store read,

Open! Come hug a puppy or kitten!

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

bigdamnprincipal

It was possible that the strange creatures that had invaded Fandom last week were still on everyone's mind when the Student Council had designed the decorations for Prom. Glittery cardboard animal-hybrid monsters awaited everyone as they arrived to the community center, and made their way inside along a blue and yellow carpet flanked by glowing, glittery red eyes.

Nothing in the decorations looked like a rabbit though. Some memories were just too much to make fun of.

Welcome to Prom, folks!

[OCD is up! Getting this up early for potential SP needs! | Arrive/Mingle : Photographer : Food and Punch : Dance Floor : Shadowy Corners : Chaperones : Prom Court : OOC ]

not_every_mage

Anders had woken up as a rabbit Saturday morning -- and it hadn't been bad, as far as being an animal went. He'd evaded the fierce hunters in his dorm room, nimbly hopped past all the assorted menaces on the island, and spent most of the last few days peacefully munching clover in the preserve.

He couldn't say why he'd ventured into town, beyond that he was a curious bunny and all the clover you could eat got boring after a while. Nor could he say why he bounced into a store full of things that smelled like predators.

He was gnawing on a partially open bag of timothy hay when he heard a pop and was suddenly much taller, more human-shaped, and just as naked.

"Oh, f---", Anders complained, and went to claim a t-shirt from the "me & my pet" display to cover his shame. "I'm going to be tasting grass for ages."

not_every_mage

It was Anders' first day at the animal shelter. And after he'd mucked the cats' litterboxes, refilled the dogs' water bowls, fed Mr. Winkles, gotten bitten by Mr Winkles, healed the bitten finger, and restocked the toy shelves, it felt like it had been a very full day indeed.

And then he looked at the clock and realized it wasn't even time for lunch.

He took over behind the counter, dragging a fishing toy across the floor so Bonecrusher could pounce on it instead of trying to wrestle his siblings. "You're wearing me out," he told the kitten.

Bonecrusher didn't seem to care.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had come into the store today to discover that it filled with birds' nests. Tons of them, tucked away in corners, on shelves, under merchandise. All of the nests were filled with three or four pastel eggs in various colors and patterns, too. None of them looked remotely similar, even the ones in the same nests. Kathy wasn't a naturalist by any means, but she was pretty sure that these weren't exactly eggs one could find in nature.

After being on the island, Kathy could recognize a weird Fandom thing from a mile away. Which meant that later in the afternoon, when they all started hatching to reveal fluffy adorable chicks and tiny baby bunnies, she wasn't even fazed.

This island.

[No OCD, also at work so pings will be slow]

not_every_mage

Anders was still tired. Still sorting out everything he felt about the destruction in Limbo City two days before.

So when he'd woken up the morning before and the first words out of his mouth were an aria about about his brand of toothpaste, he promptly decided to spend the day watching TV in his room. He'd rather not spill his emotions all over anyone he happened to come across, let alone in song form.

But that danger seemed to have passed, so here he was at work. He'd pulled all the books off his shelves that seemed like they might have anything to do with Nephilim and was steadily paging through them. He wanted to understand the powers he'd seen from Dante -- and more than that, he wanted to be prepared if Vergil turned up again.

[OOC: Open shop/post!]

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Zack was dealing with the weird body-shift over weekend in his usual way: Pretend nothing had happened, everything was fine come hell or high water, and grin until people thought he was a maniac.

Only now he had another weapon in his arsenal.

Puppies.

So he'd taken a few puppy playpens out and fastened them together, and had monopolized a good chunk of the space directly outside the front of the store. Then, one by one, he'd relocated about a dozen puppies of every shape and size to the little outdoor enclosure, and had set up a sign.

Welcome to Furnado!
In Need of Some Puppy Therapy?
Feel Free to Stop By And Enjoy the Petting Zoo!

Okay, so it wasn't really a zoo. But he suspected anybody who needed puppy therapy would be happy to overlook that. After all... puppies!

[OOC: Open for all your puppy therapy needs! Or your pet supply needs. Or kittens, if you're a cat person. We don't judge.]

not_every_mage

Anders had missed enough work lately without calling in female, so here he was at the Magic Box today.

He'd gotten used to most things about his new body. (It helped that this form wasn't particularly gifted with a womanly figure, honestly.) But when it came time to restock the shelves, he found himself really missing that extra six inches in height. With a sigh, he rummaged around in the back room for a stepstool. Hopping up and down holding pickled newt tail seemed like a good way to have a very embarrassing accident.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]

throughaphase

Kitty was absolutely confident that today would not involve the never ending stream of coffee at work.

Instead when she got to work, she found the bar covered in pies, all perfect-looking in their tins.

SPECIALS
PIE. IDEK JUST TAKE PIE

[Happy pi day! No OCD from work, still open]

not_every_mage

Anders spent his first day at work in a few weeks sorting through the packaged that had arrived while he was away. Some of it was easy enough to take care of: Herbs on this shelf, books on that one, artifacts high up behind the counter.

Then he opened a box full of live newts -- not in separate tanks or anything, just slithering over each other and staring at him with beady eyes -- and slammed it shut again. He'd let them loose by the pond on the way home, but he wasn't paid nearly enough to sort them out and put each newt into a little terrarium with special newt food. (Where did you even by newt food, anyhow?)

He spent the rest of his shift behind the counter, trying to pretend he couldn't hear the lizards moving around inside their crate.

newroutines

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Neon Voodoo
Citrus Neon
Neon Iguana

Yeah, someone had decided tonight's theme was going to be neon. And that person was Mike. He didn't even have any real reason for it – apart from maybe missing the glow of neon lettering in the night. He didn't know. His moods were all kinds of random, lately.

Just not in a bad way, for the most part. And for that, he was glad.

Caritas was open for business.

[ooc: OCD up, open! Up early by request.]

endsthegame

A weekend could pass in the blink of an eye, couldn't it?

The stone waited patiently until the sun sunk beneath the horizon. Only then did it resume its song, a call as clear as birdsong, but audible only to a few.

It was time to return.

[[ your catch-all say-goodbye post ]]

not_every_mage

Town wasn't totally recovered yet, but it had definitely improved. The sun alone was enough to show that.

That only gave Anders so much comfort. Things could look better for a while and then get worse, after all. So he decided to go to work for two reasons -- first, in case anyone needed magic supplies, and second, because he wanted to be ready to fight if fighters were needed.

He lingered on the sidewalk outside the store before going in, finishing his coffee and enjoying the weak morning light.

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!]

godilovedthis.livejournal.com

Well, their Fandom was phasing with a new one and while Kathy couldn't remember how long it would take before theirs overtook this one and destroyed it nor how many times this had already happened in the past (though the flickers were lingering longer now than they'd been this morning, so odds were high the process was a quick one), she knew to enjoy what time she had before it all went to hell in a handbasket. After chatting with Dante outside the dorms, she'd left him to his vigil to hobble into town and see what she could get before it all turned to rot and ruin and rampaging monsters. She hadn't had much of a plan in mind, just ambling through the town and hoping that it was a Fandom with human-analogues and not, say, inhabited by sentient shades of blue or something, when she'd spotted the Chilly Boulder.

Oh. Oh. It didn't matter that it was December and already cold out--Kathy literally could not remember the last time she'd had ice cream. Forget looking for new clothing or better weapons, she was making her way into the ice cream parlor as fast as her legs could carry her. Which wasn't fast at all anymore, but for ice cream, she could ignore how much her legs hurt and work her way up to a brisk walk.

"Hey," she said, not even noticing how surprised the servers were to see her. "Can I get a Skywalker Special, please? With as many different flavors as I can get. Don't care which ones, just a lot of them."

[Open for original flavor and AU'd townies alike!]

not_every_mage

It was a normal day in the shop for Anders, though he'd paid enough attention the last few days to know it wasn't so normal for half his friends. (He wasn't sure why he'd gotten out of turning into his smaller self this time around, but he was grateful for it.)

He made some half-hearted efforts to child-proof the shop, then put a display of Barry Plodder books in the window so he'd be able to sell something if any non-magical kids wandered in. He rather hoped they would; seeing his friends as small children would make the day less boring, and seemed likely to be a good source for laughs and/or blackmail material.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_every_mage

Anders wasn't sure whether anybody visiting for the weekend was magically inclined, but it certainly seemed more than possible. So he was in the shop on time -- well, plus or minus a stop for brunch, anyhow -- and ready to serve. He even dusted the tops of the bookshelves just in case.

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

rebelseekspizza

Okay, so after the glitter monster, StuCo might have been running low on glitter. There were yellow-and-blue streamers all around the park instead, tipped with just a little bit of glitter.

But Dante'd found a bunch of old Nuka-Cola decorations back in whatever Town Hall storage closet had housed those weird roaches yesterday. So, y'know. There were a bunch of cardboard soda bottles smiling at you while you ate. Nice, right?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! open! ]]

that_oldsaying

There… there was a fishy!

As soon as Alluka, and Mr. Bubbles, spotted their newest friend hanging out in a tiny fish tank, they made a beeline for it.

Hopefully the fishy wouldn't mind the two of them staring at it for a good, long while.

Alluka wasn't quite sure what to do. Fishies weren't very talkative. Was she supposed to feed it? How was she supposed to cuddle it?

After a whispered consultation with Mr. Bubbles, Alluka went looking for a dress so that she could match Milady. It was only the mannerly thing to do!

And, no, she didn't know if that was the fishy's real name. Or if the fishy was even a girl. But that was the name she was going to call it by until someone told her differently.

Demon Marcus is Open!

not_every_mage

Lachlan hadn't been happy to be left with a petsitter for the week, and was showing that by pointedly snubbing Anders.

Which of course meant that Anders was making himself crazy trying to win Lachlan over again. He set a dish of the expensive kind of cat food behind the counter, filled a cat toy with fresh catnip, and set about debasing himself to make the damned cat happy. The moment when Lachlan rumble-purred against his ankle was the happiest he'd been all day.

[Open shop, open post!]

not_every_mage

Anders wouldn't have minded the enormous cauldron that had appeared in the aisle of Wiccan supplies so very much, but the foul green smoke it kept belching out was not reassuring.

Anders tried to stay at the opposite end of the store for the duration of his shift. He had his new staff at hand in case anything came up (or crawled up) that needed to be fought, but he was holding onto the hope the cauldron and smoke had been nothing more than someone's misguided attempt at fall decor.

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Unlike most 3MDs, there didn't seem to be a host. The zombies were just set up, all quiet, when the lights went out.

After a few moments, music started to play. A man's voice started to sing "Ooooooooh" while backing vocals repeated "come on."

The first chorus played before a voice that might have been familiar to longtime residents came up and completely failed to introduce himself. "Welcome to Three Minute Dates. I gave this CD to Tino years ago, just in case this thing I started turned a sexy, legal to drink in the rest of the country 21. In honor of that, have an open bar, courtesy of me, to make sure my name is never forgotten. When somebody reads your names or whatever happens, pair up, get drunk, and let those beer goggles take over for three minutes until this sound plays."

The song cued back up, singing, "You're hopelessly HOPELEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" It was, perhaps, a mixed message.

"Have fun. And try not to bang too many people at once, like I'm definitely doing right now."

Finally the lights came back on. Jessica turned to Tino at the bar, taking a free drink, and asked, "Who was that?" Tino just shrugged. He clearly knew, but he was admitting to nothing.

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

OCD starts now. If I fall asleep before it's done, don't mind me. I'll finish up when I wake up. ETA: That's happening. Final 2 rounds posted when I wake up. Feel free to start on the first 3 rounds now. FINALLY DONE!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

not_every_mage

Anders was feeling lazier than normal today, which was why most of his shift found him lounging behind the shop counter, feet propped up as he idly thumbed at some stupid game on his phone.

He'd be more attentive if people came in. Probably.

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

rebelseekspizza

It was the end of the term. A bunch of people Dante knew were leaving. Others were staying, but they still deserved a decent send-off to the summer. Besides, screw it, they'd all earned a distraction. So after sending text messages to a whole bunch of people on the island, Dante pulled on a pair of black and red swim trunks (hey, Isabela had asked), bought a cheap one-use barbecue... thing and a ton of meat, and made his way down to the beach.

Picked up a lost volleyball on the way, too.

And okay, if he could rope someone else into manning the barbecue, he would. But right now, he'd set it up, get a nice fire going, and then fantasize about Iz and Ada playing beach volleyball.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! dante's ICly invited only those who know who they are, but it's a public party on a public beach, the more the merrier! eta: some use of weed in the comments. ]]

not_every_mage

When he let himself into the shop, Anders was greeted by a familiar rumble of a purr and a black-and-white tuxedo cat twining around his ankles.

Familiar, that is, except for the fact he'd had to leave his beloved Lachlan behind at Circle Tower. He looked at the cat, confused. All of its markings were identical to Lachlan's, down to a tiny notch in one ear he'd acquired on some midnight escape from the dorms.

"You aren't supposed to be here," Anders observed.

If cats could shrug, Lachlan would have shrugged. He twined around Anders's legs a few more times and presented his chin for a good scratch -- which Anders crouched down to provide. Maybe Lachlan had found his way home against all odds. Maybe this was just a look-alike. Either way, he had some catnip under the counter and no one to give it to.

{OOC: Open shop, post!]

not_every_mage

( And another element of harmony is found. )

[OOC: Another establishy post, yup!]

rebelseekspizza

The warehouse Ringo had picked out really was the best one of the lot: everything was intact and reasonably clean, just empty. The ground floor had a huge empty area that Dante had immediately claimed as the site of their party. Between him (and okay fine, his StuCo experience) and Ringo, they'd gotten a sound system set up and repurposed a minifridge or two for drinks. Dante was a little sketchy on where they'd gotten the cooler from, but between those three things and the stuff that didn't need to be cold, he figured they were full up on booze and soda.

He'd dragged Ada in to pretty up the place: glitter and shiny lights and all that stuff. (There was even a big, glittery WELCOME BACK sign now.)

Ringo had sent around the invites. Dante had finally let Anders know there was a party in his name that afternoon.

All set.

[[ ANDERS' WELCOME BACK PARTY. If you think Ringo got you an invite, you did. If you think your character heard about the party through the grapevine, they did. ~~wait for the~~ ocd is up! up early 'cause party, la. ]]

not_every_mage

The Siren's Call had gotten Anders as far as a swirling blue vortex that he could just barely glimpse Fandom's castle through. He drew a deep breath, said some hasty goodbyes, and jumped over the waves toward home.

He reflected as he flew that, if nothing else, at least his adventure had given Isabela and her crew a good story.

He came up sputtering and coughing, facing a landscape that looked familiar, under a sky that decidedly wasn't. He was ten pounds thinner than he'd been when he left, weaker-legged from lack of exercise, with a new maturity in his movements and new fear in his eyes.

And he was home. He was going to lie on the sand and stare at the strange sky while he appreciated how very much that meant.

[OOC: Home at last, huzzah! Open post.]

fjordicswagger

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

[ocd up!| Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Early in the morning, the machine was done. Jessica had JARVIS run through the process three different times to make sure that none of the changes they made would affect the functionality based on the plans SWORD sent along, Each time, JARVIS confirmed that the machine was working properly. And once that was confirmed, Jessica attached one final addition. As soon as the embryo was pulled out and confirmed to not be the person's liver or something, it would take three seconds before being portaled away to the same empty universe the rest of the Brood had been sent to.

"JARVIS, one more mass e-mail. Tell the people to come here for embryo extraction. And send another message to the Trooper station. Get some escorts if anyone is worried about getting here from down the street with a person showing too many Brood symptoms. If anyone me, I'll be at my desk napping until someone comes in. Good work, team!"

[OOC: For the machine build team who may or may not have worked through the night, that's up to them! No shame if people needed sleep. Also for the infected people who need to get an alien popped out of them! Or for people who just want to visit. Maybe bring coffee.]

not_every_mage

Anders was worried about the wound he'd gotten the day before. Despite his best efforts, the thing wouldn't bloody heal: It stopped bleeding easily enough, but a nasty green plaque formed over it almost immediately. The scab itched badly overnight, and the buzzing in his head was almost worse than the itching. In the shower, he noticed the scab looked bigger in the morning light.

He went to work anyhow, mainly in the hope that one of the books of magic had some kind of section on fighting creepy spider aliens. He didn't have much luck finding one, and by lunchtime the scales (he couldn't pretend it was just a scab or a rash anymore) were starting to spread down his hips and out of his shirtsleeves.

He was feeling more and more like he had a mission, and whatever it was, it wasn't here.

(This wasn't so bad, he thought dimly. At least it gave him something to do besides mourn.)

[OOC: Open if you want to catch him.]

brood-npcs.livejournal.com

As people in Fandom woke up, they might notice it looked slightly overcast. If they looked up, they'd see a large and imposing spaceship looming over the island.

Some people might be getting something like deja vu.

The ship had been brought by the Brood, who had come by the ship naturally. If by "naturally" you meant that they'd killed or overtaken the crew of the ship and were now using it. They'd come in search of one specific person and found an entire planet full of bodies they could use. Just wait until they figured out how many people in this one location had powers!

The Brood took to the island, not worrying about hiding. The Queens and their sleazoid troops wandered the streets to find anyone unlucky enough to be out, ready and willing to increase their numbers. Who didn't want to come across giant insectoids with terrifying venomous teeth and tentacles for stabbing?

[Welcome to the BDE! You can use this post for reactions/encounters, or make your own. Ping here if you need an NPC, and if you're an infected person who wants a small special thing to do, shoot me a ping or email!]

endsthegame

All good (or traumatizing, or simply downright strange) things had to end. Some time after the sun had begun to dip down behind the horizon, a portal swirled back into existence in the park. It sent its call out quietly, understandable only on a certain frequency - but it was compelling and unstoppable.

It was time for the possible-children of Fandom to return home.

Come say your goodbyes.

[[ open to all. thus ends AU kids weekend. ]]

not_every_mage

Anders had gotten into Fandom on the first portal he could catch after Carys's call, and the rest of the day had been full of strawberry sundaes and craft projects and sticky cuddles and more questions than Anders knew a five-year-old could ask in twelve hours. And, somehow, his fingernails were painted hot pink to match hers by the end of the day.

Taking his daughter to work with him was a matter of self-defense as much as anything: Corralling her in the shop seemed safer and less exhausting than letting her roam the island. He settled her at a back table with a new coloring book and some crayons and found tasks to do that let him keep an eye on her.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

not_every_mage

Anders hadn't thought much about the changes going on around the island that weekend beyond being smugly grateful that all his parts had stayed in the right place, which was immediately followed by the worrying feeling that this had to mean his turn to be a girl again was coming up soon.

He spent his shift doing a bit of spring cleaning around the shop. Old books somehow managed to throw off an enormous amount of dust, and the herbs in the air didn't make it smell any better. On the bright side, Lachlan was turning into a champion dust-bunny hunter.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]

that_oldsaying

The last few days had been really confusing, so yesterday she'd hid in her and Mabel's room (which was not much different from most other days, to be entirely fair) and spent it showing her old toys her new room and promising that she'd find her bunny, somewhere, so they knew she hadn't gotten rid of it.

(Her toys always got upset when one of the family disappeared.)

Today she wandered into work, because she was pretty sure she was supposed to, and playing dress up was better than worrying more about her toys--

And found all her missing toys cuddled up on the counter.

Alluka squealed and bounced over to them.

"There you all are!" she said, scooping all of them up in a hug and kissing their faces. "You left the park! How did you do that? Are you okay?"

They all assured her that they were okay and wanted to know if she was.

She blinked at them. "Why, why wouldn't I be okay?"

They agreed with her, so all was well.

Alluka pulled out one of her toys from home, this one a doll with far too many arms and three eyes. "Now," she said, "I got to bring a lot of friends from home, so when we go home tonight, you're going to meet a whole bunch of new friends. But for now, everyone, please meet Missy!"

Demon Marcus is Open!

not_every_mage

It was a good day to redecorate the store windows, which had never quite been switched over after Yule. (Oops.) Anders spent much of his day taking down dried-out evergreen and silver tinsel, and arranging artificial grass, eggs and flowers in their place. He added a few books about fertility magic and herbalism and a sign that read "Spring into spellwork!", and called it good.

{OOC: Open shop, no OCD!}

not_every_mage

It had been a few weeks since Anders made it to work for a full shift, and the recent turmoil in his romantic life made him feel like it had been even longer than it really was. He was almost surprised to see the shop hadn't changed since last time he was in -- even the mug he'd left in the sink to wash later was the same.

So washing the mug before it attained sentience was his first task. After that, he'd unpack some of the new boxes of herbs and trinkets and maybe even get around to sweeping. Maker knew the place could use it.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

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