All Over The Island, Saturday Morning

[lockestheway]

The blasted heath was really enjoying itself now. Having turned everything in the campgrounds to ashes, it now spread to cover the park in full, twisting its creatures into grotesque shapes. Even sand on the beach had greyed, and tiny crabs were both growing bigger and more fearsome

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[willbethenight]

Things were happening soon, so Bruce was up bright and early to get some extra practice in with some of his weapons. He stalked an area in the unexplored wooded area that seemed free of any creatures before deciding it was safe enough and settling in for target practice with throwing stars and bolas. The monsters were strong, but if he could tie up some to give one of Fandom's own heavy hitters a shot, that would be worth it

[exboywonder]

Fortunately, Bruce wasn't the only person who'd come out to this area to hone his skills a little while there was time. A large, three-pronged boomerang embedded itself into the deer's back before a streak of black dropped from a tree with a shoulder tackle.

Nightwing rolled to his feet quickly and spotted the second deer, which seemed to be comprehending shapes again. Nightwing grabbed a bola that Bruce had dropped, and when the deer started to charge him, he dove to the side and threw the bola at the deer's feet, tripping it up and sending it diving to the ground.

"Okay, I think we're done here. But thanks for playing along, guys!" Nightwing called as he sprinted toward the downed Bruce. He dropped a few smoke pellets to cover the escape as he grabbed Bruce, threw him over his shoulder, and hurried toward the businesses on Serendipity Place. He'd just hide Bruce in the back of the joke store for now. That should keep him out of trouble while everything went down.

[not_tylerdurden]

A shambling, slavering monster stalked the streets, back bent, hands curled into claws, features twisted into a grotesque parody of human form as it searched for its prey.

Of course, Calvin wasn't actually infected. At all. But try telling him that.

[dollpocalypse]

Maybe Calvin wasn't infected. But his doppelganger really was.

Which was why, upon spotting Calvin, Topher-monster growled, low in his throat, and made a valiant attempt at raking his claws down Calvin's face. Just because.

[not_tylerdurden]

That wasn't very polite. Only years of dealing with Hobbes's sneak attacks kept Calvin from a faceful of claw.

Instead of doing the sensible thing and running away, Calvin growled back, which sounded much less dangerous than Topher's growl.

Yes, Calvin, get yourself killed, there's a brilliant plan.

[dollpocalypse]

The lack of self-preservation probably came with the meatsuit; only days ago Topher had been happily poking away at the rock without a care in the world.

Topher squinted at him, then growled back, this time louder as if trying to show Calvin just how tough he was. For once.

And then he brought those claws up and tried to give Calvin's shoulders a good shove to the ground.

[heromaniac]

Momoko hadn't managed to make it into the dorms last night, and if she could see herself, she'd probably be glad of that. Sometimes. When she wasn't sniffing the air and wondering why the MEAT seemed so easy today. She wasn't so much hungry now as bored, and she kicked at the carcass at her feet, irritated.

[showmetheproof]

Scully had a squirrel cornered. A regular squirrel, not a Pirate Radio squirrel. Good thing, or those guys would never let her live down what was about to happen next.

[heromaniac]

What actually happened was a very bored Momoko rushed through, swooping the squirrel up and away. Now she stood a few feet away, dangling the squirrel by the tail, swinging it in and out of Scully's reach, smiling.

[showmetheproof]

"Hey!" Scully snarled after that much English. "MINE!"

And a run and a pass at the squirrel, aiming to grab its tiny ears.

[regretiz4suckas]

So, okay, Kenzi was bundled up in three layers of leather, with a saucepan strapped to her head, and a knife duct-taped to the top of her wrist and a baseball bat she'd finally tracked down and high-tops for running away, and she was looking for Bo.

Look, she never claimed to be a genius, Peter.

[nookiepowered]

You know what they say about looking for trouble, Kenz? It'll find you.

Especially if you smell like dinner and wander around in the decaying woods like somebody blonder and more trashily dressed in part thirteen of a past-its-prime horror franchise.

[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi whipped the baseball bat around. "Who's there?"

... now everyone knew she was. Oh man, she was stupid!

[nookiepowered]

Bo hissed and ducked out of the club-thing's range. That was kind of an answer, since English was a faint, muddy memory, but in case it wasn't clear enough, she followed that up with a growl and a lash of her tail.