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MHA #6, Monday Morning
Jun. 10th, 2019 07:54 amLiam woke at his usual absurdly early pre-dawn hour and slipped out of bed. Now that the island had definitely established a pattern of changing things around, his daily run had an added purpose, at least on Mondays: figuring out those changes and how they affected the island's layout.
Most notable, of course, was the fact that the island... didn't seem to be an island at the moment. For one, the dome up above made it quite clear they were underwater (if in a slightly different sense than a couple weeks ago). And the coastline, the lake, the Preserve... all gone. There was no actual physical divide between what was Fandom and what was wherever they were, but Liam turned back once he started venturing into streets and avenues with nothing even slightly familiar.
The less said about that encounter with the person in the mask who'd done their level best to make sure he didn't make it back to his apartment, the better. (He’d really liked that shirt, and it was now a lost cause.)
He opened the apartment door, only to be greeted with a chorus of "HAIL!!"s.
"Hail," he responded tiredly, stripping off the remains of that shirt and heading over to the kitchen for the first aid kit. "What are we hailing, anyway?" he asked absently.
"The Sacred Rite of 'What Nonsense Is This Island Pulling Now?'" one of the mice informed him.
"Yeah," Liam nodded. "Yeah, that tracks. It's still pretty early, though, maybe celebrate quietly until Verity's up?"
The mouse who'd spoken considered this, and then nodded. "We shall endeavor to Watch The Volume until the Arboreal Priestess has awakened." The pronouncement was greeted by a chorus of somewhat more subdued 'Hail!'s, and Liam noted that he'd made no promises about waiting until after Verity had coffee, but he wasn't going to push it.
That taken care of, he flopped down on the living room couch and got to work cleaning and bandaging the damage that whoever (whatever?) it was who'd attacked him had done.
[ooc: establishy, but also open.]
Most notable, of course, was the fact that the island... didn't seem to be an island at the moment. For one, the dome up above made it quite clear they were underwater (if in a slightly different sense than a couple weeks ago). And the coastline, the lake, the Preserve... all gone. There was no actual physical divide between what was Fandom and what was wherever they were, but Liam turned back once he started venturing into streets and avenues with nothing even slightly familiar.
The less said about that encounter with the person in the mask who'd done their level best to make sure he didn't make it back to his apartment, the better. (He’d really liked that shirt, and it was now a lost cause.)
He opened the apartment door, only to be greeted with a chorus of "HAIL!!"s.
"Hail," he responded tiredly, stripping off the remains of that shirt and heading over to the kitchen for the first aid kit. "What are we hailing, anyway?" he asked absently.
"The Sacred Rite of 'What Nonsense Is This Island Pulling Now?'" one of the mice informed him.
"Yeah," Liam nodded. "Yeah, that tracks. It's still pretty early, though, maybe celebrate quietly until Verity's up?"
The mouse who'd spoken considered this, and then nodded. "We shall endeavor to Watch The Volume until the Arboreal Priestess has awakened." The pronouncement was greeted by a chorus of somewhat more subdued 'Hail!'s, and Liam noted that he'd made no promises about waiting until after Verity had coffee, but he wasn't going to push it.
That taken care of, he flopped down on the living room couch and got to work cleaning and bandaging the damage that whoever (whatever?) it was who'd attacked him had done.
[ooc: establishy, but also open.]
