Across the Island, the Wee Hours of Monday Morning
When night had fallen on Fandom Island on Sunday night, there had been rain and clouds and gray for days on end. It had been a dark and stormy everything, and the island had very nearly had its fill of that. Sure, there had been no small amount of excitement, either, between people being shot and arrested and bitten and taken down in the shadows. But when morning came on the Monday, the sun was welcome to do whatever the sun was so inclined.
Which, granted, was looking to involve more thunderstorms. But at least they were thunderstorms that the island had come by honestly. They were more about proper weather patterns than ambiance, and that made all the difference.
Those who had changed would, like the weather, also find themselves back to normal, though they might have to disentangle themselves from awkward positions with unexpected company, or perhaps some truly unfortunate sleeping places. This, too, was a part of Fandom living.
When Monday came, it was Monday as usual, though perhaps with a few more stories to be told than most Mondays. And life went on.
[OOC: And thus wraps our Noir weekend! We really had a blast with this, and we hope you all did as well. Thank you all so much for playing along!]
Which, granted, was looking to involve more thunderstorms. But at least they were thunderstorms that the island had come by honestly. They were more about proper weather patterns than ambiance, and that made all the difference.
Those who had changed would, like the weather, also find themselves back to normal, though they might have to disentangle themselves from awkward positions with unexpected company, or perhaps some truly unfortunate sleeping places. This, too, was a part of Fandom living.
When Monday came, it was Monday as usual, though perhaps with a few more stories to be told than most Mondays. And life went on.
[OOC: And thus wraps our Noir weekend! We really had a blast with this, and we hope you all did as well. Thank you all so much for playing along!]