Fandom Island and Town

Flash was clinging to the firepole, zombie gremlins surrounding him on all sides on the ground. Apparently the place was infested with gremlins. Who knew? So when Flash found himself backed into the firehouse for what he thought were strategic purposes, he was very wrong.

The symbiote could probably protect him from a gremlin bite. That was just a poison. A zombie bite was more mystical, so he really wasn't sure about that one. So whatever. He'd just stay up here, picking gremlins off with a variety of guns until they were all just gremlins again.

That was the plan. And then a wave of gremlins dove down the pole from the second floor.

[OOC: Open if anyone wants to deal with a wave of zombie gremlins with Venom!]

If there was a silver lining to all of the forced self-introspection Flash had been through over the years, it was that he was dealing with the baggage surprisingly well. ALCOHOLIC? Of course he was, and he always would be. That's how that disease worked. BULLY? Flash tried to make up for his past every day. MADE YOUR MOM CRAZY was one of the main reasons Flash left New York. CRIPPLE. INSECURE. ALIEN MONSTER. Duh, duh, and duh.

When he returned to the desk after a break and found a new bag with SMELLS WEIRD, he knew the baggage was stretching.

After a pretty good night out last night where he had some good conversation and got a phone number, Flash was feeling good today. He was on his legs and helping out some of the trainers when he wasn't at the desk and there was even a little bit of a bounce in his step.

Of course, just as he was feeling good about things down here, he got a call from the Lighthouse apparently some serious things were going on and he wouldn't be able to get any portals back any time soon. Something about Phoenix? He wasn't sure what was going on in Arizona, but okay. Apparently he was just going to hang out in Fandom for a bit.

Flash decided to keep himself busy today by checking out the punching bags and making sure they were in good condition by punching the crap out of them. He'd been a little restless recently, maybe due to a lack of superhero action. He was pretty sure Hawkeye was keeping him out of things since he was somewhat distant. Maybe a trip to the lighthouse would be worthwhile just to remind the boss that he was still around.

With things back to normal, Flash was going to go ahead and enjoy walking around in his Agent Venom armor a little longer. It felt good to go ahead and do some hero stuff today. It felt good to walk around like normal. It felt good to be out as Agent Venom.

Really, if you ignored the whole big event of what today actually was, it was a pretty good day for Flash. And if that he needed to stay out to feed some ducks for a while to make the day last longer, then yes, he was going to do that.

[OOC: Open if anyone is wandering around!]

Things were back to normal for Flash and he couldn't be happier about it. Well, okay, maybe he could. He could have a million dollars and a supermodel wife. But aside from that, things weren't too bad. Even doing some paperwork at the desk instead of doing any actual exercise didn't seem that bad right now.

Something had really felt different for Flash the last couple days. His mood was a bit brighter. It felt like something was off his chest.

There literally was something off his chest, of course, but Flash wasn't prone to recognizing magic or the lack thereof, so he couldn't quite put his finger on it. What he was able to do was flirt a little with the aerobics instructor, so that's how he was doing to pass the time today.

He was doing flirting. Not the aerobics instructor. HE WAS A PROFESSIONAL.

Flash was a little disappointed to be here at work instead of watching the World Cup, but those were the breaks sometimes. He didn't have work when the US played, so he couldn't complain too much.

Even more, he could actually use the time behind a desk since he took on another job as a teacher starting this week. Not only did he have a lesson plan to figure out, but he had to prepare to talk to the principal about his other half. After all, the radio did mention that he turned into an alien monster and attacked a student and a teacher. Chances were that somebody listened to the broadcast that day and might not be thrilled with the prospect.

But that was something he was going to have to deal with. The school was at the center of everything around here, and that meant that his best chance to get rid of the demon in him was going there.

Anyway, he was here at the desk if anyone needed anything!

It was a quiet day at the gym for Flash. It was a noisy day for everyone else because there was some serious jazzercising going on, but he had an alien symbiote that could become great earplugs. He was also relying on it to alert him if anyone approached so he could help them. In general, it was probably more casual symbiote usage than he should normally participate in, but you didn't hear the loudness or crappiness of the music in question.

Anyway, the gym was open!

Well, Flash figured his time around here was just about over. Not only did he somehow lose control of the powerful alien symbiote he was bonded to, but he attacked his boss's girlfriend, which was just great.

He already called Pym on the Lighthouse Station to let him know what happened and that it seemed to be some kind of weird magical event and not something to be too worried about from day to day. But Flash still had to go up there later to take a physical and let the Hanks poke around at the symbiote to make sure there wasn't any lasting effect. They also wanted to have Valkyie ask around about the crystal, which definitely wouldn't be awkward at all.

So for this shift, Flash was going to be spending some time with the yoga trainer to keep himself calm and balanced, and whenever he got back from the Lighthouse later or tomorrow or whenever, he was going to refocus his efforts to clear one of the bad influences out of his body.

Great day for the Flash-man!

Flash was in a bad mood to start with today. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, whatever you want to call it. And it wasn't improved by this whole stairs all over town thing. He moved so slowly even on his artificial legs because of the damn things, and all he wanted was a cup of tea to help calm himself down. Fine. Whatever, he would use the symbiote as a crutch for the moment and use its legs for a while. At least then he could walk like a normal person in this frustrating place.

But when he got to the Perk, that was the last straw. "What do you MEAN you're out of chamomile?" His stress level was getting too high, Flash knew it. But it was their fault. All he wanted was the world's default relaxing tea! "All we wanted was a simple cup of tea annnnd you won't give IT TO US!"

As he was complaining, Flash's black shirt started to stretch down his arms and up his neck. In seconds, his body's frame and musculature grew and a toothy horror mask formed on his face. To complete the image, a white spider symbol appeared on his front and back, and a long tongue grew out of his mouth.

Flash's anger changed to panic. The symbiote - hopefully just the symbiote - was in the driver's seat now. He had to fight to keep it from going completely crazy. "Fine! We'll take a coffee! Black as this!" Venom launched a tendril in front of the clerk's face for reference. "TO GO! Write the name Venom on the cup! V-E-N... You know how to spell our name! DO IT OR WE'LL DUNK YOUR BRAINS IN THE COFFEE BEFORE EATING THEM! We'll wait over here."

Venom stepped over to the side so he could glare at the clerk. If he even thought about putting cream in the coffee....

[OOC: Open for any of your early morning coffee or not-yet-rampaging alien monster needs!]

Another week, another day of work. Flash was getting used to the more leisurely schedule in Fandom, and he was even figuring out how to use his extra free time. Mostly in here working out and stuff.

But on a work day, he had his legs on, he was behind the desk, and he was trying to figure out what fitness center classes he might want to take. 'Ab labs' sounded interesting if nothing else.