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[Everyone has been given comm devices. They look almost like handheld video game systems with a few odd quirks attached, like steampunk-esque whirring gold components that look like they're magical in nature. (They are.)]

Commencing first test of the communications system.

The communication devices you've all been handed are meant to serve our ongoing communications needs. They combine the functionality of the enchanted radios Nico Minoru and Bunnymund created with a text-based bulletin system. They were extremely difficult to make and required the cooperation of most of the engineers and mystics present so please make an effort to not lose or break them. It's only natural that we may have equipment lost or damaged on missions but if we find out that your comm was broken because you left it somewhere around the Pole and the elves used it as a chew toy, we will combine our magical and scientific efforts to experiment on the most efficient way to turn you into a toad.

Technology can be scrambled with magic which meant we had to create the devices with safeguards against both magical and technological interference. Due to the difficulty of combining practical technology with magic, we've yet to manage incorporating a video messaging function but audio and text-based communication should serve our communication needs for now. The distance the comms will work will be severely dependent on any magical interference but at peak operating levels and signal strength, we should be able to communicate with one another from any point on the globe.

Those of you that lack the required digits to type or have forms of environmental navigation that don't rely on vision can use the text-to-voice and voice-to-text functions. If you need any further personalization come to the lab and let us know. For those of you seeking comfortable ways of carrying these devices on your person, let the yetis know and they'll fashion holsters or lanyards that suit your respective physiologies.

The design of the devices isn't exactly the most visually appealing but we've had to make use of what materials we have on hand and unfortunately the casings of handheld gaming systems seemed the only viable option, given their durability. So yes, we are using toys to fight a war to preserve reality. One only hopes we won't be reduced to tossing very large rocks at the enemy under these conditions.

Please respond so we can test the functionality of the comment system.
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The thing with superspeed and cooking was that it was great for food prep but it still took just as long for things to cook as they always did. Kon had tried heatvision in the past, to speed things along, but that'd always had disastrous results. Using it to warm food, though, that worked and that was how he reheated the first batch of fried chicken he'd made after he finished the last batch. He also used it to reheat the gravy.

It was a proper gravy, a creamy sawmill gravy. He was crazy proud of his gravy. He'd never been able to replicate Ma's cooking 100% but he sure came close with the gravy.

The lounge area had lots of comfy chairs and was an ideal place for people to relax and hang out while eating fried chicken so he set up shop near all the comfy couches, putting down plate after plate of fried chicken and biscuits. The biscuits had been made in a massive batch and had been left warming in the oven so they nice and warm and flaky.

He danced around as he finished cooking his massive chicken dinner to one of those ipod stereos. He had an ipod full of girly pop that he'd nicked from the lab. At first he thought it was maybe Honey Lemon's but when he saw that the playlist names had somehow been programmed in Interlac, he figured out it was Lyle or Brainy's. In the past, their inclination towards girly pop music was something he might have ribbed them over but now? Now he danced around and sang to Katy Perry's "Roar" like nobody's business.

Between the music and the smell of delicious fried chicken and biscuits, most of the myths at the Pole would come see what the fuss was about but in case some of them didn't, Kon had made a whole tray of biscuits as a treat for the elves and he used them as a preemptive reward for getting the others.

"Go, my minions!" he cried out, tossing biscuits to them. "Go and get the others so they may feast!"

Out of gratitude for the delicious biscuits, they saluted him and spread out to bring everyone's attention to the glorious spread. Anyone that came to see what the fuss was about would be treated to an early dinner of delicious fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, and for the vegetarians among them (like Lyle and Brainy), grits, collard greens, black-eyed peas, and mashed potatoes.

Yes, he'd gone all out. It was almost Easter and that meant a few people would be having an Easter here instead of with their families, right? So it'd be a good one. He also figured doing it before Easter was a good idea in case Bunny needed their help or something on actual Easter Day.

When people started showing up, they were treated to the sight of a rather spectacular feast and the sight of Kon dancing around between the lounge and the kitchen as he finished making one last boatload of gravy and cleaned up. He was wearing an apron that said 'Kiss my grits!'

"Go ahead and tuck in," he said to people as they started showing up. "It's Before-Easter Dinner! And while I can't claim I'm as good a cook as the lady I learned to cook from, who I learned to cook from is a genuine Kansas farmer so it's still finger-lickin' good."

[ooc: Mingle thread! Pop music! People! Chicken! This is a nice little post for all the characters to mingle. Start up a little subthread for your characters and then tag around to other people's! It's set after all the recent intros so all the newer characters can participate and meet everyone.]
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"Hmmmm."

Five elves, two yeti and a single small tooth fairy sprite waited with bated breath as Trixie circled around their creation slowly.

It looked simple enough from the outside. A plain cart with little decoration exactly to Trixie's specifications. She opened the door on the back to poke her head inside and made a noise of approval.

"Everything seems to be in order save for one thing." She declared and the building team stiffened with tension. 

"Cantrip, if you please~" 

The Mini fairy that had grown fond of Trixie since the Unicorn helped to rescue Toothiana saluted and flew forward seeking out a hidden button along the front of the cart. When she found it, both of her tiny hands were required to push it in but it clicked and the cart sprang to life flopping open with surprising smoothness revealing a dramatically lit stage complete with special effects equipment.

The elves and the Yeti cheered throwing their hands into the air and hugging one another as Trixie leapt deftly onto the stage and bowed tipping her hat.

"Excellent work all of you! Trixie couldn't be more pleased. A fine show pony like myself deserves only the best and you have provided!"

Focusing her magic a burst of purple shot from her horn and exploded into fireworks over their heads raining down flower petals onto the building crew who cheered and laughed and danced in the display of approval.

Trixie soaked it all up like a sponge. The audience was what she lived for and thankfully despite real magic being in such abundance around here they still seemed to appreciate Trixie's flashy stage work.

Cantrip flew around her head happily before landing on the Unicorns hat and Trixie thumped her hoof on the stage causing music to start playing. It was a time for celebration in the garage for now. Santa could keep his sleigh as far as Trixie was concerned. Her cart was her home and she finally had it back.


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Upon arrival to Burgess, the others found themselves in the middle of a mess. Children all wandering towards the witches' cabin in the woods, surrounding by a magical dome that didn't let in any adults, the adults all wandering towards the party at the local community college, where the adults were under a spell meant to cause them to dance themselves to death.

The songs, fortunately, had stopped by the time they arrived, but with all the kids inside the dome and all the adults entranced at the party, they had to find some other way to break the spells aside from brute force.

Which meant killing the witches.

Fortunately they had time - at least according to the talking cat that appeared when they tried to break into the dome, claiming to be an enemy of the witches. Apparently peeking inside meant he saw that the spell was draining the life from Jack and the other young myths because they had a surplus of it as myths. Jack in particular had a ton of life energy due to his long unlife and the belief the kids had in him, and it meant that it'd take a long time for the spell to drain the life from all the kids to kill them. It was sucking them all dry, but while Jack bore the brunt of the spell, and then the other myth children that were part of the team next, all of the kids would live.

Until he rain dry. Once he was nearly tapped, the other myths kids all would run close to empty, too, and then the mortal children - and they'd all die at the same time.

Which mean they all had a very important task to accomplish - alone. Other than the team members that had shown up, backup from the Pole wasn't coming, since all the others were out dealing with putting out other fires around the world or not ready to leave the Pole and fight yet.
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One of the stressful parts about over half of the Guardians being missing was that that the world went on, and belief in them couldn't afford to falter. Until they got some sort of indication that they were dead, the Yetis still made toys for Christmas, and the Mini Fairies still collected teeth, under the command of Baby Tooth. There had been the odd Mini Fairy sighting here and there, but they were all busier than ever, as they had to do as much of what their creator did as they could, to make sure that she had as much belief as they could drum up for her.

Which is why seeing a small cloud of Mini Fairies come flashing into the Workshop was probably not a good sign, especially given the distressed chirps they were letting out.

They start circling the main chamber, zipping here and there like organized hummingbirds, looking for Jack or Bunny or anyone who can help them.
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 One of the things Diana liked best about the North Pole was the immense training facility that they had in the lowest levels. It wasn't quite the same as sparring with her Amazon sisters - nothing would ever be quite the same as that, though training with Dinah Laurel Lance and Barda Free came very close on most days - but this would do. 

She had set up the clockwork robots to oppose her. Some of them moved like ninja, others like soldiers, others set to something unpredictable.

As robots went flying this way and that, it was clear that Diana was enjoying herself. Yes, she was sent to Patriarch's World on a mission of peace and tolerance, but in as much as a cruel dictator could enjoy fine, delicate art, so too could someone as peace-loving as Diana enjoy the art of war. She had, after all, been bred for it in some ways. 

But only as a means to an end, and nothing more. If there was a chance that Diana could take a peaceful way out, well, she would. Always. 

She'd been down here for an hour now and she'd only broken into the thinnest sheen of sweat. Her lasso went one way while her tiara went another. She timed it perfectly so that, on its way back, the tiara would also zing the opponent she'd lassoed, knocking it unconscious. 

Jewelry as weaponry. People may laugh at it, but it has its uses. Truly, anything could be a weapon in the right hands. Anything could also be a weapon in the wrong hands. In her experience, more often than not, that was tragically the case. 

Once the robots were down and out, Diana had set up another little obstacle for herself. A line of robots shooting at her from all directions. This...this was her favourite part. The one thing she'd enjoyed practicing as a child, and the one thing that she still enjoyed even today.

Bullets and bracelets.

They came at her, flashes of fire and portents of pain, but Diana was fast. Her indestructible vambraces became a blur of silver haloing around her body as she turned and deflected, her arms graced with Hermes' speed and blessed with Athena's tactical knowledge as she deflected the bullets just so, ensuring that no innocent bystander would ever be caught by their riotous ricocheting. 

Diana didn't expect many guns, not in this situation, but one never knew.

Besides, it was fun practicing, regardless.
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Among the hustle and bustle of Santa's workshop, casually draped across a pile of comfortable pillows like some kind of luxurious royalty, a lovely blue unicorn can be found with three of the workshop's elves and a single Yeti before her. She had a pointed wizard hat resting at her side as well as a small plate of cookies and a mug of cocoa with a straw.

It had been a flurry of activity in the last few days for Trixie and she was grateful for the chance to rest...but ontop of everything else she had been told about since her arrival in this strange new world she had just discovered that there was no Hearth's Warming Eve here!

Adjusting her purple star spangled cloak she took made herself comfortable as the four minions she had gathered to her chattered away with one another. Finally one of them turned to her and shrugged.

"That is NOT an answer. Trixie demands to know what kind of civilized world has never heard of Hearth's Warming Eve? Isn't that what this is all in preparation for?" She gestured with a hoof at the shop and all it's splendor and color. Toys whizzing through the air, the sound of jingling bells and the scent of chocolate and sugar cookies. How could this not be her beloved holiday of warmth and community?

The Yeti provided her with a very simple explanation and a few grunts.

"Trixie has never heard of Christmas." Here the elves looked downright horrified at the idea. "Are you sure you didn't get confused? Perhaps you didn't hear Trixie properly...do you even have ears under all that fur?" 

She was not making the best impression on these members of the staff...perhaps someone else would be better suited to explaining these cultural differences to her. 


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