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The park, early Tuesday evening

The Breeze blew in -- wait, no, wrong book

A raven swooped down to perch on the back of a bench and settled there for a moment, ruffling its feathers and stretching its wings as though it'd just flown a long distance.

Which it had. From Montana, even.

Then the raven opened its mouth and seemed to expand, feathers riding up on suddenly featherless fingers, pulling back and turning red as its legs grew into human legs and its beak shrank into a human nose.

And then there was a young man in black buckskin with red feather trim crouching on the back of the bench. He hopped forward and slouched down, surveying his surroundings and wishing for a cigarette.

Coyote had arrived.

[ooc: it's a park. Kinda open by definition.]

Town Hall, Thursday Afternoon

Mayor Summers and Principal Winchester stood on the platform, the former crossing his arms and scowling somewhat at the back of the room. When he got up to the stand, though, that wore off.

"Welcome," he said, once everyone had entered, "I'd rather have had my first town meeting on more of an up note, but that's not in the cards. You might have noticed the arrival of another island off our shores. They aren't friendlies. Stay away from the island to the best of your ability. Don't pick fights unless you have to." He scraped his throat. "They are currently trying to hold us hostage. We're not going to let that happen."

He nodded at Zoe. "Principal Winchester?"

Zoe was trying to keep her expression neutral, in the hope that if she stayed calm, everyone else would as well. "The inhabitants of the other island want this one as their own, and their leaders have come up with a...plan of sorts for deciding who gets to stay. It's a tournament, us versus them, with chosen fighters from each side."

"After careful consideration," she said, glancing at Cable before looking back to the crowd, "we have decided that agreeing to their request is the best course of action."

"You'll find the list of chosen fighters at the door," Cable continued, fluidly, his face set as impassive as it got-- which was pretty much totally. "But have faith-- no matter how this tournament goes, they're not going to take this island, and you'll hear from us again soon enough."

[ open to all! ]
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The streets of Fandom, Thursday afternoon

Gaspode barreled down the street, carrying a large sub with only a little bit of mold on it.

"Mine! Mine mine mine! Mine! Mine mine! MINE!!!"

A flock of seagulls followed him, swooping after him, and he ran, he ran so far away. He just ran, he ran all night and day.

"Bugger off," he wheezed, as he skidded around a corner into an alley and kept going. "I'm too old for this." The flock of seagulls streamed down the alleyway, relentlessly following him.

He couldn't get away.

[Open if you want it.]
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Atlas Gym, Sunday

Logan had trouble getting into the gym today. After a few seconds of struggling, he managed to force the door open, hearing the popping of several balloons. When he got in, he saw the problem: the gym was completely filled with balloons. Green balloons with faces drawn on them.

Could it be another part of the Skrull Invasion? Probably not. But Logan took care of balloons and Skrulls the same way: stabbing them with his claws.

Things were going to be going pop for a while.

[OOC: This post is brought to you by [livejournal.com profile] notthehulk, [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin, and prescription painkillers. No normal gym services today. If you'd like to join in on balloon popping, though, there are plenty around to pop. Just don't damage any of the equipment or Logan might pretend you're a balloon.]

Pizza Planet, April 16

Michael had Tether in tow when he arrived at Pizza Planet this morning. Well, he was hardly going to lock the poor abandoned puppy in his room all day.

Specials )

Pizza Planet was open.
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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand - Thur [4/10]

Geoffrey, as per usual on Thursdays, opened the banana stand.

And then proceeded to do as little with bananas as possible.

Menu )
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The Angel Clearing in the Preserve: Sunday, very late morning

The angels lunged.

The prey vanished.

Rage filled the clearing. Pure burning rage, and they would have howled if they could.

They were trapped. Quantum locked for all eternity, rendered harmless by each other's gaze.

Four angel statues, arms outstretched, frozen in mid-reach, mid-touch, stood in the middle of the clearing. They looked like nothing so much as a slightly tacky attempt to brighten up the forest.

A small figure reappeared outside their circle, to cast a spell over the statues, ensuring that they could never be moved. Safe from errant trees or clumsy humans, nothing could shift them from their final resting spot.

They would be there forever. )

[ooc: an announcement from Zoe will be up shortly, letting everyone know it worked. This post is open for interaction if anyone wants to come and stare at them. They cannot be moved, though, no matter what is done to them. However, please don't try! Touching is fine, though. Please keep playing in your finale threads!]

All around town, Tuesday early-late afternoon

From a distance, it seemed as though a giant banana was wandering around town, passing out flyers for Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand. Upon closer inspection, one would see that it was a very unhappy Sky. In the banana costume, of course. Glad that he'd not shaved his beard yet, as it made him slightly less-recognizable.

"This has got to be some sort of cosmic punishment for staring at that poor red-haired guy last night," he grumbled to Edwina, who was flapping and waddling after him, squawking. He could have almost sworn she was laughing- if seagulls could laugh. "Or else maybe it's just my natural inclination to be obedient."

This could not be over soon enough.

[Very open if you want to bump into Sky. Yes, I am mean. Pings may be slow-to-nonexistent from around 1-6 PM EDT.]

The Park, Monday

On one of the benches in the park was an old coffee can, with a few loose coins in it, and a big sign that read "PLeeS GyV 2 ChARATee".

Ignore the smelly lump of fur sleeping under the bench.

[Open like an open thing. And, of course, this is only one small, specific area of the park -- feel free to use the rest of the park as you see fit.]

Graveyard: Friday Night

Her outfit wasn't much to speak of but the jacket was absolutely killer and her shoes went perfectly with it. She also had the perfect accessory to complete the ensemble.

Of course the dance partner she had in mind was more of the undead variety and most likely wasn't going to appear but hey... at least during one big dance she got to fight a giant snake. Maybe she'd get lucky again.

[ooc: Open for... well anyone who'd prefer to hang out in graveyards than dances. One image stolen from another particular slayer's account. shh! Don't tell her.]
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The Causeway, Friday [2/1]

Gaspode was sitting under an overhang near the causeway, worrying at a bone. He'd gotten most of the meat off it, but it was a big bone, sure to have plenty of sweet marrow inside, and he was determined to crack it open. The old jaw wasn't what it used to be, though.

Still, it's not like he had anything to do today. He just sat, and gnawed on the bone, and watched the traffic on the causeway.

[OOC: This is totally here just so I can cheat and have an intro/establishy post of my merc coming across the causeway. Anyone else want to do the same, feel free to ping in. Post is open to all.]

Caritas, Wednesday Night

Still not too thrilled about the whole cheerleader deal, but other than that, Faith was in a pretty sweet mood. And since it seemed to be warming up nicely for January (wtf, Fandom?) that meant she could get away with wearing a t-shirt instead of long sleeves or a coat. Good times.

Caritas was open.
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Corner of Unicorn & Black Swan, Friday

There was a poor, sad, lonely little doggie sitting on the street corner.  Looking so, so, hungry.  Don't you want to feed the doggie?

There was also a hat on the sidewalk next to him with a few coins in it.

Graveyard: Saturday Night

For once, Mel would have preferred to be back in the dorms but for some reason most of the men seem to be rather... uptight.

So instead she was patrolling like a good little slayer should.

"Here lurky, lurky, lurky."

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