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It was one of those totally unexpected days, where everything worked as it should at Groovy Tunes. The stereo obeyed orders. The little blue men were nowhere to be seen. The Silence was asleep in a box on the top shelf in the store room. Lucille was playing the keyboard, trying not to get suspicious. Because with things this pleasant, something bad was bound to happen.

Lucille wasn't a very trusting person, but at least she was going to enjoy playing for as long as it lasted.

[Open and OCD-free!]

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Karla might live in Glacia, but she still kept tabs on Earth. So she was more than a little aggravated with politics when she arrived in Fandom for class today. They were playing dangerous games and they weren't even playing them well and that just offended Karla right down to her bones. She was half-tempted to March to DC after class was over and show them what a real ruler looked like.

"So, everything is kind of terrible today," Karla declared. "And while it was tempting to show you all how to make alcohol out of plants, I'm supposed to be some kind of role model or something. So instead, we're going to watch a very serious movie about how useful plants can be and why you should take care of them."

While snacking on roasted piñas, or agave hearts, that just happened to come with an explanation of how to make mezcal, on the off-chance that was helpful to anybody.

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SHARKICANE! Because Sharknados are so 2013.

A long time ago on an island not so far away, Jeff, the God of Biscuits, really wanted to open a bakery in Fandom but he was short on the cash he needed. Naturally, he went to another, less minor, god for a loan to cover the difference.

...he chose Eshu, the Nigerian mischief god. Jeff: great at baked goods, not so great on noticing when choices will come around to bite him later. Eshu decided to ~~lose the loan in a card game~~ transfer the debt to a group of actual loan sharks because it'll be hilarious. He's sitting off on the sidelines with popcorn, and Fandom will get to deal with SHARKICANE: THE MORE METEOROLOGICALLY PLAUSIBLE DISASTER FOR THE EAST COAST.

Rolls right off the tongue, huh?

So how will this work?

At the beginning of the week and entirely unrelated (probably. Jeff owes some weather gods money too), a hurricane will begin to develop in the Atlantic.

On Thursday, August 3, the loan sharks will pay a visit to Jeff, and make him an offer he can't refuse: pay the interest of his loan or get eaten on Saturday. They gave him a couple days, y'know? They didn't have to do that. It's also announced that the hurricane will make landfall on Saturday, so everyone is encouraged to buy flashlights and candles, non-perishable food, and toilet paper because it's not a disaster if you haven't bought toilet paper.

On Friday, August 4, the loan sharks' enforcer sharks begin circling the island, catcalling Jeff and making generally terrible fish puns. Winds start kicking up on the island and it begins to rain. The waves on the shore get more menacing.

On Saturday, August 5, against most known rules of non-Sharknado physics, the hurricane scoops up the sharks and begins dropping them--and a ton of rain and wind--onto the island. Yes, they can crash through your house! Yes, they can swim in the lake! Yes, you can kill them with chainsaws!

...and yes, they knock out the power for all of your cuddling-in-the-dark-and-missing-air-conditioning shenanigans.

On Sunday, August 6, a group of heroic Fandomites will test an Extremely Good Theory of Hurricane Dissipation. Namely, dropping a huge ice cube (or a few dozen frozen sharks…) into the eye of the hurricane. Is this a terrible idea? Very likely! Has this ever stopped anyone on this island? NOPE. While our heroes/heroines are doing this, the winds are still blowing, the rain is still coming down, and the sharks are still eating NPCs you don't like and wreaking havoc on the teal deer and alot populations.

What do we need from you?

--We need nerdy volunteers to discover the theory that giant ice cubes can destroy hurricanes, and volunteers to fly into a shark-ladened hurricane and chuck frozen sharks into it. We also need people who can figure out how to freeze sharks.

--We need business owners/homeowners to volunteer their places up for storm/shark damage.

--We need at least one person to kill a shark with a chainsaw.

So! Questions, comments, amazing fish puns?

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Kathy had a guitar now, and while Dante figured Spencer would take most of the lessons on himself - he had a feeling he'd be helping Kat out often enough. So he'd decided to spend the morning going back to the old 'basic guitar jams on acoustic' book and drag up some old tunes that were relatively easy to learn.

And the whole Queen... thing the other week had him... maybe trying to sing along. You know, a little, and softly.

By evening and after classes, he was still at it.

"...It's something unpredictable, and in the end is right, I hope you've had the time of your life..."

The door was open.

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