Reading

Entry tags:

@around the island

All Around the Island, Early Saturday Morning

Sure, there had already been some odd weather earlier in the week, but in hindsight, maybe snow at the beginning of September hadn't been that odd? At least, in comparison with the bout of weather that kicked up in the early hours of Saturday.

At first, it was just a light sprinkling of glitter from the sky. But it then it just kept going, and the glitterfall got heavier, and winds picked up until it was an actual glizzard - something which apparently came around every ten years or so, and as such, people who had been on the island on a fateful day back in 2015 may have been cursing - well, attempting to curse - how they'd just stopped finding flecks of glitter on their stuff from the last time.

But what was new, sort of, was that the high winds eventually caused a small-ish tornado to form and to roam various parts of the island throughout the day.

... Wait, no, sorry, not a tornado. A sharknado. An extremely glittery sharknado, with annoyed dwarf sharks that were really not happy about having gotten swept up into a sparkling weather event, but which were also more than happy to try and make that the problem of anyone the 'nado brought them within snapping distance of.

And while all this was happening, angry disco balls could be found rolling around the streets of Fandom, like particularly irate (and glittering) tumbleweeds. All in all, it was the prettiest, most sparkling chaos most people were likely to ever have seen.

But hey, maybe the glitter had some boykissy properties? You never knew.

[ooc: You will be finding glitter everywhere for weeks.]

Entry tags:

Atton's NYC, Friday afternoon

( You're about to view content that the journal owner has advised should be viewed with discretion. )

The streets- Friday afternoon

This week was a lot. It was a lot and Rey didn't appreciate the holding-spitting alligators because what did you even do with that? Sure, you smack goldfish away with a lightsaber or the Force, but come on.

Other things she did not appreciate:

* That her eyes bugged out like a cartoon when she saw said goldfish-spitting alligator
* That she said "what the help" when that happened

Plus she was just trying to get to her warehouse and there was a box ahead held up with a stick that was clearly attached to string, with a sign pointing to it reading "PUPPIES INSIDE."

[Open!]

Entry tags:

steve rogers

Fandom Radio, Friday, September 2025

Good morning, everyone! ...am I the only one seeing a person very obviously dressed like a shrub in the corner right there?

*chittering*

Right. Um. Avast, Captain Barbossa. This is Steve Rogers, I'm no longer a pony and the dinosaurs are gone, but I did have to dodge alligators spitting goldfish and a rickshaw full of gremlins with a "FREE CANDY" sign on my way here, so it's only gotten stranger out there, folks. Let's get to the notes.

In classes yesterday, we all learned to be grateful for our thumbs. Raiden's class met in the park instead of using Portalocity because taking a bunch of ponies on a field trip would probably bring up a lot of questions. The students did introductions, with some being more okay with transforming than others. Tony and I were both ponies and were a little optimistic about how much baking our pony-fied students could do. Liliana didn't let being a pony stop her from lecturing her class about zombies, though she did skip introductions for this week. Summer and Stark, who both missed being ponied, texted with their thumbs about how great it was to have thumbs. Jon got clarification about what Liliana meant by "mindless" and Liliana learned what Jon meant by "Tory", and Erasmus and Liliana are apparently from two very different schools of necromancy. Liliana took a moment to boggle about it at Ignis after class, and Belle attempted to read a book with her nose in the library.

*chittering*

Because she was a pony, yes.

In town, Liz somehow didn't notice the ponies or the dinosaurs while Sabine turned into a pony and went out to fight dinosaurs. Luma wasn't a pony but she was avoiding stocking the new fall and winter clothing at Pixie Dust. Thor was talking to himself while figuring out how to serve drinks while having hooves, and the Supper Club only made it as far as J, GOB last night. Poor Henry thought this might be a really vivid dream, which it wasn't, but it also wasn't because Henry's a witch like Captain Flint tried to tell him. Flint was very grumpy about being a pony and he told Lydia he hadn't enjoyed being a teenager, either. Rey told Lydia that she had been throwing dinosaurs via telekinesis, which would've been very useful, and Flint hoped that his island butt tattoo didn't last into today. Did you check?

*rapid chittering*

I'm not trying to get you horribly murdered, Leroy. Ignis was at the bakery and a pony, and Liliana arrived riding a zombie dinosaur and it was--

*chittering*

I was going to say terrifying, too! Lydia told Liliana about her triumph in getting flour into her mug for our baking class yesterday and then admitted that she forgot she could've used magic to help. Oops. Flint was also there to express his displeasure about being a pony to Liliana. Well, it's worn off today, so time to move on.

This is Steve Rogers, and I'm watching the gremlins pull a giant anvil labeled "ACME" over the door to the studio--which has a glass door, so good job, guys--so be careful out there. Duck and roll, everyone.

[OOC: TWENTY YEARS. TWENTY. YEARS. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY.]

Weather & Storms, Friday, Second Period

Thor was back to himself, and not a moment too soon.

His students had been asked to meet in the Danger Shop, though they might have wondered why when they exited to find themselves in a classroom not unlike those available down the hall. Then they might notice the rain whipping the windows; the occasional flash of lightning outside followed by thunder loud enough to shake the room.

"Good morning," Thor said as he stood before them in his full Thor glory, Mjolnir sitting upon the teacher's desk. "I am Thor, the god of thunder, and if you are here you wish to learn more about the weather, and experience the glory of nature's fury." He was assuming, anyway. "And indeed, we shall do that together, but for today, I believe introductions are traditional, no?" Also he hadn't really had time to plan a class this week, what with the...everything. "Please, tell me of yourselves, and what brings you to my class."

Entry tags:

driver's ed

Driver's Ed: Drive Fast [Friday, Period One]

Even if no one else had, the moose had taken inspiration from the gremlin's creative ~vision~ and today's class was the result.

As for the fact today's class was not taking place in the Danger Shop, but was rather starting down by the causeway, where a number of brightly coloured rickshaws awaited the class, well, Cara was sure they could find a way to blame the moose when it all went wrong.

"So, it looks like we're on another day of weirdness," Jane said. "But at least it works with class. In a way."

Why was there a blue turtle shell by those rickshaws?

Surely, its presence was a mere coincidence!

"Rather than have traditional introductions, we're going to have a race around the island, and then have you introduce yourself after crossing the finish line," Cara explained. "Normally this would be a terrible idea, but not today." Because today it was a hilariously terrible idea, which was a completely different thing entirely.

"Let's get to it.," Jane said, immediately slipping on a convenient banana peel. But in a very comedic way. Thanks, Fandom. Thanks.

Entry tags:

Pick Your Poison, Friday

The boob-ghost had left over the course of the week, at least, and Pam had let herself be lulled into a false sense of security.

That ended on Friday morning, as she watched the gremlins outside through the window. They had pulled a trampoline all the way down the stairs, to just to the side of her store. Now one of them appeared to be dragging in a... bowling ball?

She sipped her coffee.

A goldfish went flying past.

"..."

She was - had once been, sort of was again - a Gothamite. She should have something. But she did not. Besides the facepalm.

[[ open ]]

All Around the Island, Early Friday Morning

Everypony had had a great time, yesterday, right? If the answer was no, well, Friday was yet another new day, and everyone's bodies were back to their usual non-pony state.

But now mutant alligators were rising from the sewers. And for whatever reason - no one had been able to figure it out back in 2009 and no one was likely to figure it out now - the alligators also occasionally spat out mutant goldfish that had CHOMPY JAWS OF DOOM. Yes, the all-caps was important, somehow.

And surely that would be enough for one day?

Wrong!

Because Thursday had been whimsy/terror, and so Friday also had to exist on a similar scale, apparently, according to the island. So now physics itself was a little bit off. Gravity no longer had meaning as long as you didn't look down. You could stop a gun from firing if you stuck a finger in the gun barrel. If you ran away from someone - or something like say, an alligator, or its goldfish - and didn't look where you were going you could leave a you-shaped hole in the wall...

In essence: Looney Tunes rules.

Meanwhile, the island's ever-present gremlin population, who'd just been going about their usual business up until this point in the week, saw this all as their chance. They were deft hands with the cartoon rules, and would be springing ~~so very moddable~~ ridiculous ACME-brand schemes all across the island to try and trap people and bite them all throughout the day.

Had you ever had an honest-to-God anvil dropped on your head by a gremlin looking to chomp its teeth into you? Now was your chance!

[HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY, GAME!

Still no cursing, still the option of seeing stuff like perhaps a classic gremlin bite play out.]

Library, Thursday 9/4

Belle was a pony. This made most library activities difficult for her but she was determined to still read something.

Finding a book she could open and turn the pages of with her hooves was difficult. So maybe she was just flipping through an oversized art book very awkwardly.

At least she was adorable as a pony? Such a pretty shade of blue!

Entry tags:

Pixie Dust; Thursday [09/04].

So, what happened when a woman who could turn into a werewolf turned into a horse?

That was a good question, but Luma wouldn't have an answer to that, as she appeared to be completely unaffected by whatever was going on right now. It was still relatively unclear she had even noticed anything going on at all, in fact, or that she, like her sister before her, might have some sort of immunity.

(This immunity may be tied directly to the powerful nature of laziness and lack of time on the part of unseen forced, but who could really know for sure?)

She was just simply at work, as usual, and spending an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out what her thoughts on all these cowboy boots and snow gear that had arrived today were.

Pixie Dust is open!

Entry tags:

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

Thor owed Don a tremendous apology of some sort for making his first day of classes yesterday so...unbelievably difficult. He did know that. He would have hoped that his being a pony today, and having to tend bar with hooves, would have gone a great way in hilarity toward paying his debt, but unfortunately, Don was also a pony. In the void. Where the novelty of his form seemed to have drawn the attention of the void beasts that had long since stopped paying attention to him in his normal form.

"Are you well?" he checked in as he tried to figure out how to handle bottles with his hooves.

For now, was all Don said, which was rather less information than Thor would have liked.

A massive apology. Flowers were not going to cut it.

(Open bar is open!)

Entry tags:

$jgob,
lydia bennet

J,GoB, Thursday Evening

Lydia had had different plans for this week's Supper Club, it must be said, but, well. She was a pony. As were quite a lot of other people.

She had thought about canceling, especially considering the horrible monsters roaming the streets, but they had taken last week off for the break and she feared that if everyone got out of the habit Supper Club would fade into history. So she had painstakingly typed out a message on her phone (it was unclear how good of a job she'd done, considering she'd been using her hooves) letting everyone know to meet at the bakery instead. It had goods made with apples. Horses could eat apples. It seemed logical.

Look, she was doing her best here. Welcome to Supper Club, every~~pony~~one!

Entry tags:

cara

WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, September 4th]

*chittering*

Because I don't have hands, Leroy. Now hold them up. Higher.

So, as you might have noticed, the island is having one, and yesterday it involved snow monsters and teenagers, both which caused many problems.

Starting up at the School, where Space Pirates! (Pirates in Space!) had the 'wrong boat', and introductions. Health Education also had introductions, and Don looking tired.

Arden had to deal with snow monsters to get to the Library, where Gray was annoyed he was his own age for some reason, and Jon was a teenager.

The Dorms were quiet, despite the influx of teenagers, while in Town, things started with a round of awkward wake-ups, including Liliana and Ignis, and Steph and Vi. Gray was sulking at Over Easy, while Danny had to deal with many teens at the Trooper Station including the Troopers and Steve.

Snow monsters made several people's lives difficult, like Erasmus's search for 'proper tea' at the Perk being interrupted, though Liliana was able to help him with the snow monsters, but not his leaf water issues. Harley had similar issues while trying to find the gym, but Sabine was her knight in multicoloured armour, and put that glitter down Leroy, meanwhile the Park was the place to be if you were a teenage Jedi, because Jaina, Anakin, and Ahsoka were all having a time of it being teens, Jedi, and fighting snow monsters. And also Lana was there.

Entry tags:

foodie

Food Adventures, Thursday, First Period

Raiden, who totally had a black mane and tail and a backwards baseball cap on his head, despite his icon's tragic lack of same, had asked the students to meet him at Portalocity back when he'd assumed they were going to be, y'know, people-shaped this week. This morning he'd asked one of the gnomes to tape a sign to the door redirecting them to the park instead. Hopefully they wouldn't run into any trouble with the dinosaurs.

"Hey, every~~pony~~body!" he greeted them once what he thought was his class was assembled. Had some random pony joined them? He had no way to tell. "I'm Raiden, and you signed up for Food Adventures! And we were supposed to start those adventures today, but, uh, I'm a pony." And probably some of them were, too. "And I couldn't reschedule our portal to anywhere with pony people, plus I don't know anything about their food." He would like to learn, though! "So instead we're going to introduce ourselves, and then explore our very own island! First I want you to tell me who you are, and a kind of food you'd like to try--either one you haven't already or one you want to know more about, both are good--and then your assignment for the week is to try something from one of the island's restaurants that you haven't before! If you don't have any money on you," because you were a pony, "just tell them to put it on Raiden's account. Okay? Great, let's get going!"

Entry tags:

baking

Great British Bake Off (But American), Thursday, September 4, 2025 [2nd period]

Well. Your teachers were ponies. Maybe some of the class was ponies too! But that sort of put a damper on the whole... baking thing. What with the lack of thumbs and all.

"Okay, so this week is a little crazy for the start of classes," Tony said, tail flicking in annoyance. "Hopefully you all avoided the dinosaurs just fine."

Steve, who couldn't throw a shield like this, was looking decidedly irritated. For a magical pegasus pony thing. "Baking will definitely be a challenge today," he said. "Making cakes is probably a little beyond us."

"So, we thought maybe microwaves?" Tony added. "We'll just go with an A plus grade if you manage something edible here."

"It'll be great!" Steve said with much more optimism that this deserves. "...we might give you homework for when all of our thumbs return."

"Just consider this an easy introduction to the class," Tony said. One where dinosaurs wanted to murder you and people were ponies.

MCA #3- Thursday morning

You know, Sabine almost hasn't come back from Lothal. And then she got back just in time to be a teenager, and before she could even process that, she was a pony, and there were dinosaurs outside.

And poor Murley. The loth-cat she'd brought back was brand new to this, had no idea what to do with his- well, not really owner, but caretaker- missing hands, which meant there was food all over the floor because you try to pour out cat food with hooves, and now she had to open a door to leave and fight dinosaurs. With hooves.

Fandom, why were you like this.

[Establishy.]

Entry tags:

The Photo Hut - Thursday

Liz had managed to completely avoid whatever had been going on in Fandom this week and today was no exception and so far she was completely unaware of any type of invasion that might be happening outside.

She was hoping to get as much of a head start as she could on her admin work that morning, so she was focused on working on her spreadsheets and reports as well as answering the occasional email.

[The Photo Hut is open]

Entry tags:

@around the island

All Around the Island, Early Thursday Morning

The snow monsters had come and gone. Now how about something more historical, one one hand, and whimsical on the other?

All across Fandom, various kinds of dinosaurs faded into existence. The carnivores thought humans looked like a nice snack. The herbivores thought humans... looked annoying, probably. Point was, all the dinosaurs seemed pissed at all humans they came across.

Oh, did we say humans? We meant humans and ponies. Yes, because while the island was dealing with a little jurassic get-together, some residents found themselves with four hooves and cutie marks. That should... mix well.

And you still couldn't swear without the words getting switched out for something nonsensical and inoffensive. But you could still end up seeing some old memory of perhaps whoever had happened to live in your apartment before you. Maybe they had had to deal with this no-thumbs thing in the past, too!

[ooc: And here's some pony generators for you! The last two have sound, don't get jump scared like I did.]

Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse, Thursday, Per 3

There was not a beautiful necromancer clad in the finest silks standing in front of the class today. There wasn't even a much younger version of said beautiful necromancer, back when she was a simple healing cleric, clad in soft linens. Nope. Instead there was a pony.

A very grumpy and disgruntled pony.

"Welcome to Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse," Liliana said, one of her hooves tapping impatiently against the floor. "Normally, this is where we'd do introductions, but those will do a fat lot of absolutely no good considering our current state." Which the island had chosen specifically to interfere with Liliana's class, she was certain of it. "So, we're pushing introductions off until next week and settling down to the meat of the matter." Oh, did you think you were getting out of a lecture simply because you were all ponies? Hardly. That was the opposite of Liliana's style.

( Zombies, like cats, are the gods' perfect creatures )

"Over the rest of the semester, many of your classes will be assuming the scenario where your location has been overrun by zombies and you are trying to survive. This class isn't even specifically about how you can fight the zombies and live, but how to navigate a world where zombies and humanity clashed and humanity lost. And before anyone says that's impossible, I invite you to spend a few minutes on Grixis, which, funnily enough, would also be your general life expectancy if you did. That being said, zombies will be a major environmental hazard, and so learning more about them - especially if there is no sign of a controlling necromancer that you could try to take out - is one of the best ways to improve your odds of survival." How was a pony smiling? Who could say, don't even ask. "So today is an excellent day to ask question about how zombies work or to dispel certain erroneous myths and beliefs you may be carrying. Who knows? The answer you get today may be what saves your life next week."

Surely she was speaking figuratively. Surely.

Entry tags:

3 minute dates

3MD time!!

We interrupt your anniversary festivities to bring you some fun for next weekend! That's right, fall's Three Minute Dates will take place Saturday, September 13!

( You know the rules but let's pretend you don't )

At this stage in the game the number of rounds will depend entirely on the number of people who sign up. The more players sign up, the more variety in your dates! If you want to make sure you're not fake dating the same player a lot, convince your friends to sign up to widen the pool. This is open to anyone who's on island that weekend. Do you conveniently have an alumni who might show up for the weekend and get roped in? GOOD. Would your character absolutely not do this and be nowhere near Caritas on purpose? I guess it's time to get kidnapped by some Fandom wildlife to hang out at a bar for up to fifteen or so minutes, or something! Does your character not want a date but just wants to talk to people? Perfect! Are you in a committed, loving relationship? DON'T CARE! In fact you probably should meet friends outside of it to keep it healthy!

SO. If you'd like to participate, drop a screened comment below with your character's name (how you want them listed in the post), type (student/townie/teacher/alum) and date preference (if any) by Wednesday the 11th at midnight CST because my dumb ass made plans for the day I usually spend having fun/sobbing/having fun/sobbing over sign ups so I have to do it early!