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Sunday, December 20th, 2015

Anders probably wasn't expected to actually show up at work that day, what with the spiders and demons and Maker-knew-what-else roaming the streets, but sometimes a man liked to live dangerously. (Besides, killing things made for a pleasant distraction from fretting about the Circle. By the time he'd taken out half a dozen spiders and something that was like a deepstalker but with pointier teeth, he was almost in a pleasant mood.)

He squinted as he approached the shop door, noticing a message printed on it. He made out red letters that said, You have seen oppression and are now free. You must act to free those who remain oppressed.

"I don't must anything," he muttered resentfully, and fumbled with the lock because his hands were shaking. Maybe the mysterious message was right; maybe he did owe something...

Not that inside was much better -- the counter was engraved, in his own handwriting, with, If the Maker hates magic, why would he still gift it to us? and then, set apart in parentheses, There's nothing you can say I haven't already said to myself.

So. That was pleasant. Anders guarded the door for must of his shift, staff at the ready. He didn't trust whatever had gotten into the island.

[OOC: Open post/shop.]

endsthegame

A whispered voice broke into dreams at midnight: "All this surrounds you, and what do you do?" As it faded, so did an image fade into view: an old man with a Santa hat, malevolence shining out of his eyes. He gave way to darkness.

Just... cloaked darkness, made flesh.

The darkness stretched out one dark hand and pointed into the wild yonder.

The voice whispered, "This is what you will be."

The darkness turned its eyes on the watching. New nightmares came, some well past-- some still undiscovered country.

vdistinctive

Eliot was exhausted. His sword probably hadn't gotten so much use since the 16th century, and he missed Hardison, who was camped out at the library for the duration, and Parker, who was still a ferret. His dreams last night had been all full of terrifying surgeries and his body breaking down and him slowly bleeding to death in a dank basement corridor while his team desperately tried to get to him, and now the specials board kept spewing medical jargon and painful personal questions, no matter how many times he erased the damn thing.

Oh, and he could still feel exactly how freaked out his staff was. It was like their panic was feeding on itself, bouncing back and forth from person to person to create a massive terrified feedback loop. So, despite being exhausted and at least a little bit covered in spider blood, Eliot was leading the Luke's staff in some self-defense exercises.

They were really, really bad at it. But it was at least calming them down a little.

Today's specials
Why do you want to die?
Don't you love us anymore?
DAMMIT ELIOT DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS OPEN YOUR EYES

Luke's was open. Food orders might take awhile, though.

fjordicswagger

So, hey. Turned out the nerds actually got something figured out. Normally Tamsin would've used the PA system, or something, but that would've required Bright Eyes' help, and Bright Eyes was currently curled up in the closet somewhere.

Tamsin reached into the closet, right past Bright Eyes' head, grabbed a megaphone and a large sword, and ducked back out. Then she took to the streets, turning the megaphone up to full blast.

"HEY! ISLAND! THE RESEARCH NERDS SAY WE'VE GOT TO THROW A PARTY, AND LET'S FACE IT, THEY'RE NERDS, THEY DON'T KNOW HOW."

There was some feedback as she lowered the megaphone... then brought it back up to her mouth.

"ALSO THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT KIDS, I GUESS? I DON'T LIKE THE STUPID, DROOLY THINGS, BUT THEY MIGHT HELP. SOMETHING SOMETHING JOY WARMTH TOGETHERNESS UGH HAVE I MENTIONED I HATE CHRISTMAS..."

The second burst of feedback involved the sound of sharp steel hitting something violently and repeatedly.

"... IF YOU'RE BIG ON PARTY PLANNING, GO TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER. IF YOU'RE NOT, HELP ME KILL SOME OF THESE THINGS BEFORE THEY RUIN EVERYTHING."

Beat.

"SERIOUSLY, I SO HATE CHRISTMAS."

[[ open for your reactions or bumping into tamsin needs. ]]

suitably_heroic

The mayor had ordered anyone who liked party planning to the community center to, well, plan a party.

Just to make that point clear, she'd also pasted a giant sheet of paper on the front door, with the specific text from Special Collections photocopied up top, and a message underneath:

WE NEED TO WARD THIS STUFF OFF WITH A PARTY
A KID'S CHRISTMAS PARTY
MAKE IT GOOD
(DON'T SKIMP ON THE BOOZE)

[[ for team party planning! ~~wait for the~~ ocd up. ]]

fjordicswagger

Right. Tamsin had spent the past hour or three killing things in front of the community center. It was getting old.

Luckily for her, she still had the megaphone.

"HEY!" she barked. "ANYBODY WHO WANTS THIS STUPID BRAIN-SQUEEZER TO GO AWAY AND CAN KICK SOME ASS, GET OUT HERE."

This also alerted every monster in the general area, but she didn't care.

"IF YOU CAN'T KICK SOME ASS, BUT YOU KNOW SOME CHILDREN WHO LOVE CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER, OR YOU KNOW HOW TO PARTY, MAKE SURE YOU GET TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER BRIGHT AND EARLY TOMORROW."

She lowered the megaphone and cleared her throat. Loudly.

"OKAY, NOW LET'S MAKE THIS TOWN SAFE."

[[ FIGHTY POST! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up! ]]

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