All Over Fandom High School, Early-Ish Friday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

The school didn't look too good. Dark vines threaded along its walls and poked out through its open doors and windows. The main entrance was a pulsing hive of thorny vegetation; clearly, something was wrong here.

Jesse	"Well," Jesse said, drawing her Service Weapon as she approached the open front entrance. The various components of the gun twisted and turned like a living thing, then clicked back into a new formation. "Let's hope these things aren't indestructible somehow."
Adora	Adora had had A Week, and now she was looking forward to ending it. "Only one way to find out." Sword, meet nearest vine. Nearest vine, sword.
Allie	Following Adora's example, Allie pulled her katana from the sheath on her back. "If I was in a better mood I'd make a gardening joke."
Anakin	"I haven't met anything that can't eventually be stopped by a lightsaber," Anakin said, igniting his with its signature snap hiss. "Guess we just follow along where it gets worse and find whatever its trying to keep us from?" That seemed straightforward.
Ulysses	Ulysses had an axe. That... may have been a bad idea, but then, so was everything else about him being here in the first place. So at least the aesthetic matched the vibe, you know? "And try not to get killed?" he said. Warily. "Yeah. Good -- good plan."
Travis	"Definitely try not to get killed," Travis said, hefting his chainsaw. "Let's all listen to--oh my god, how old are you?" Travis. Not the time.
Rey	"It's how we do things here," Rey told him, like she wasn't more concerned about the appearance of a chainsaw.
Illyana	"He's fine, lay off," Illyana agreed. Mostly because she wanted Uly where she could see him, and not off doing something stupid without her. If she was leaning on her Soul Staff a little bit, well, it had been A Week, and the island's mystical energies were starting to wear thin. Illyana was needing to pull energy for her spells from herself, and not the world around her. She could still fight without magic, however, and really, really needed to take out some aggression.
Liam	The only reason Liam wasn’t openly giving Illyana a concerned look was because he didn’t know her. “The kids live here too,” he pointed out to Travis as he readied his energy pistol. “And a lot of them have been fighting stuff like this for years.” He had his doubts about Ulysses, but the kid had shown up and seemed... more or less willing?
Travis	"Kids live most places," Travis said, mostly under his breath. He clearly wasn't going to win any 'maybe let's not let the minors near the probably killer vines' arguments here. "But yeah, sure, I feel better....." He revved his chainsaw and got ready to go in.
Illyana	"Kids can still hear you," Illyana pointed out sweetly, though her smile was more...sharp than adorable. Just to be Extra, she gestured, and her cape magically appeared in the air, before floating down and settling itself around her shoulders. A weighty, reassuring magical hug. "--and can turn you into a frog, so let's focus on the problem in front of us instead." She could not turn him into a frog right now, there wasn't enough transmutation energy for her to pull from for the drastic alteration of mass, not if she was going to need it later. She could turn him into a goblin, or a demonic-frog, but that was rude. Or something.
Adora	"Nice transformation," Adora said, shaking vine goo off her sword. "Dramatic." Because it was a cool dramatic moment, and also anything she had to say on the matter if kids and fighting would only bring the mood down, and none of them needed that right now.
Spider-Man	Were people talking about kids? Welp. Here's another one huffing and puffing to catch up and ducking under a few vines before vaulting along the ceiling to take advantage on the ceiling. He slipped a few times but managed to keep his purchase. "Illyana's always been a badass," Spider-Man noted as he crawled along with the group. "Nothing wrong with looking good while being one."
Nell	Nell felt she really should argue about any 'kid' status she might have given that she was a fully grown and married woman, but she was far too nervous about this whole thing. She had the pruning shears she'd borrowed from Coven Gardens and was ready to use them. "I think I'd better wait till we get closer to where we need to be before I try to kill 'em, 'cause I don't know how long I can hold out." She turned and slashed at a wayward vine, cutting it off with a determined shnick.
Jessica	Jessica did not want to be here. No. But some vines had other ideas and she was just plainly fed up with this island and this week. "Can we just stop talking and start ripping things up, please?" she groaned and eyerolled.
Jesse	"Agreed," Jesse said, pushing through the hole Adora's chopping had left in the viney mass in the doorway. She aimed the Service Weapon away from everyone else and fired three rounds in quick succession. The fourth time she pulled the trigger, the rounds exploded, sending bits of vine scattering into the hallway. "That should give us some space to start working."

They always say 'don't split up', but in a building as sizable as Fandom High, it was hard not to. Especially when no one had any idea of what they were looking for - or if there was anything to find at all.

Travis	Travis had never been in this school before, but he'd been in plenty of others, for a variety of emergency reasons. He'd even been in them with a chainsaw before. The vines? Those were new. "If we find a comatose woman at the center of all this, I do not volunteer to kiss her." What? He thought it was funny.
Illyana	"Depends, is she cute?" Illyana deadpanned, sweeping her staff back-and-forth to use the blade like a scythe and clear the floor ahead of them. "And not-evil? I might be down as long as she's cute and not-evil."
Travis	“I am unqualified to judge the cuteness of girls. Or the evilness.” Travis let her handle the floor (though he also wondered how old she was, and where did she get the giant pointy staff??), and focused his chainsaw on the thicker vines along the walls that might be blocking any doors. “But I’m all for you doing it.” Wlw/mlm solidarity!
Ulysses	"... Kinky?" Ulysses offered, mostly on reflex than anything else. It sounded kind of distracted. As a person might when they were clutching an axe like their life depended on it. Look, they had the walls and the floor covered so he was just... ready to attack whatever came his way.
Travis	How about if what came his way was a locker swinging open? And sucking in anything near it in a manner not unlike an airlock opened to the vacuum of space? Travis immediately regretted clearing the vines off it. Especially when he ended up barely keeping a hold on his chainsaw. Or when his feet started skidding along the floor as he was dragged towards it himself. “What the hell is that??!”
Illyana	"A locker!" Illyana yelled back, with a deeply implied 'duh' behind it. She flipped her staff around to try and smack the door closed. "Apparently a portal-locker! Try and shut the door, and don't let it grab you!"
Ulysses	Ulysses did not scream when the locker did that, for the record. He just made kind of a loud 'GAH!' noise, which was a completely different thing. But he did have the semi-good sense to try and grab at Travis' back with his free hand right after, though, to try and help keep the man from getting sucked into the locker. "Jesus fucking Christ!"
Travis	"Good feedback," Travis said dryly, propping one foot up on the (closed) locker 326 to help brace himself. "Very helpful!" He managed to shut the chainsaw off before he accidentally jammed it into his own thigh, thankfully, but the locker was now sucking in a lot of chopped up, thorny vines, which went rushing past all of them. The thorns couldn't do much against Travis's turnout jacket (which also had lots of parts that could be grabbed onto, so Ulysses was in fact proving quite helpful), but they sure as heck would scratch the hell out of any exposed skin.
Illyana	One of the vines whipping past 'Yana drew blood, and she swore under her breath. The locker cleaning up the vines was awesome, but it would be way less awesome if it took the three of them with it. But Uly seemed to have the right idea, and Illyana grabbed on to Travis's jacket to try and haul him back a little more. Solidarity was important, okay? "Can you hit it?" she yelled. "With the chainsaw?"
Ulysses	Yeah, Ulysses was not at all dressed right for any of this. Should've at least rolled down the sleeves on his denim jacket. Maybe he'd do that once this particular situation was dealt with. If it got dealt with. "Please hit it with the chainsaw!"
Travis	"That's really not how chainsaws work!" Travis couldn't help but point out. As he hit the locker door with the chainsaw. And then lost his grip on it and nearly lost it to the portal, when the locker door just bounced right back open again. "Any other ideas?!"
Illyana	"Just one! Get ready to grab me!" A really, really, stupid idea, but oh well. Illyana took a deep breath, then let go of Fireman Travis, stepping out right in front of the very suck-y locker as it started to pull her towards it. "By the power of Oshtur, I command you to cease," she hollered, her hands flickering through the motions Stephen had taught her while she got dragged forward, glyphs appearing at her fingers and then spiraling away from her hands to embed themselves around the locker. "Taun. Taun. Cham. Fon. Craw!" As the last sound left her lips, all the glyphs lit up, and the door to the locker let out an inhuman screech of metal-on-metal as it was dragged into a closed position, and slammed shut. Illyana wobbled on her feet for a second, looking relieved. "Huh. That worked better than I thought it would!" 'Yana, that was probably not reassuring for everyone else.
Ulysses	For sure not for Ulysses, who'd been staring at her whole glyph show very aware that she was sliding towards the locker the entire time she'd been doing it. He let go of Travis now that the guy would be able to stand on his own two feet again, and stepped up to Illyana to steady her. "Illy, Jesus."
Travis	She hadn't given him time to object, which was probably for the best, as Travis definitely would have objected to a teenager throwing themselves between him and danger. He'd dropped the chainsaw with one hand to try and grab for her when she started sliding, and then the locker slammed shut and all the force he'd been putting into not getting sucked in sent him hopping backwards and nearly overbalancing. And now he was peering at the kid. He hadn't missed her wobbling. "Nice trick," he said. "Looks like it might have taken something out of you?"
Illyana	"Pulling from Fandom's inherent magic isn't as easy as it usually is," she replied, letting herself lean on Uly. "Takes more effort, so I'm pulling more on my own power reserves. Like...I'm normally a hybrid car. And I'm out of electricity and on my last quarter tank of gas." "...it just made me really lightheaded. I'll be okay after a candy bar."
Travis	“....Right.” Travis shook his head and dug into a pocket. “I don’t know anything about magic, but I can handle a blood sugar crash.” He held up a tube of little candy-looking things and a wrapped bar. “I’ve got strawberry glucose pills, and granola bars.”
Ulysses	"I've got chocolate somewhere on me," Ulysses added, needlessly. He was looking down the hallway - or what he could see of it, from all the vines - and feeling the dread creep up his spine, past all the adrenaline from just now. Why was he here, again?
Illyana	Ulysses was here because he was Illyana's Emotional Support Human, and she wasn't letting him out of her sight. She was firmly convinced he was safer with her, than in the dorms as a sitting duck. "I'll take one of those glucose thingies," she said, eyeing them with interest and holding out a hand. "I like strawberries." "--but don't worry too much. I might be about to hit that last bit of Fandom's useable magic, but once I tap into my personal reserve, I'll have plenty to work with. Things might just get, um, weird. Weird-er." Demonic. The word she was looking for was demonic. But she was hoping things weren't going to get to that point.
Travis	Travis flicked a glance sideways at the vines, even as he handed her the glucose pills. "Weirder than killer vines and man-eating lockers." What even was his life now?
Ulysses	Hey, at least he was an actual adult with relevant skills, and not just trying to survive high school on this batshit rock! Ulysses was just going to keep a hold on Illyana until she'd had her sugar and seemed less wobbly. It had nothing at all to do with jumpy clinginess or trying to hide behind her. Nothing at all. "Look, I was stuck in a volcano where people decided our best chance to get out was to seduce the fucking goat man who'd kidnapped us." A beat. "Just saying, it gets weirder than this."
Travis	Travis just blinked at him for a long moment. Then a vine reached for his leg and he kicked it away with a soft curse. "Right. Okay. Let's just--keep going."

Anakin	It turned that lightsabers were pretty effective, at least so far, as Anakin and Rey hacked their way towards the auditorium. "Huh," he said, reading the sign on a door. "I apparently have another office!" Yes, Anakin, the Dean of Students office you've never opened. Surely nothing will be lurking inside!
Rey	"This feels like a very strange time to discover this," Rey admitted, hacking at a vine. The hacking was actually kind of cathartic.
Anakin	"I have incredible timing," Anakin admitted, turning the door handle and then slamming his shoulder against the door itself to get it opened. That...that was a lot of vine, all aiming for Anakin's face.
Rey	It was probably a good thing he had Rey there to yank him back in the Force, maybe. When your real superpower was optimism/sheer determination, you got through this week kind of okay.
Anakin	Anakin...didn't have that superpower, so he was very grateful for Rey's backup right now. "Thanks," he said, slashing at the vines with his lightsaber.
Rey	"It's got to be even worse in there," Rey warned, bringing her lightsaber up in a ready stance.
Anakin	"But at least they're contained in there," Anakin said. "Kill the vines, relock the door, head towards the auditorium...we can clear out this entire section of the school this way."
Rey	Rey's first thought was that there was no way they could do that, and then she bit down on it, shaking her head like she was knocking the thought away. "It'll be easy," she said.
Anakin	"I wouldn't jump right to easy," Anakin admitted. "Just something that needs to be done." In a normal week he'd be able to pull everything out with...very little help, really. This week that wasn't true and it was ticking him off.
Rey	"That, too," she nodded. "Ready?"
Anakin	"Not remotely," Anakin said, "but here we go anyway--"
Rey	Rey had barely made it in when she felt a vine twist itself around her ankle while another grabbed at her other wrist. All right so maybe this wasn't going to be easy but at least she'd gotten good with the lightsaber.
Anakin	"Sithspit," Anakin swore. "Stay still and I'll get your wrist."
Rey	"No, I can do this," Rey said, reaching over with her other hand to grab the lightsaber where she could start hacking away. Being ambidextrous was going to come in handy today! "Start on the rest."
Anakin	"Can doo-ooooh!" And that was Anakin, hanging from the ceiling. "This is feeling very Sarlaac adjacent," he muttered.
Rey	"Need help?" Rey asked, slicing her legs free from the additional vines that had grabbed hold of her leg, trying to tug her towards the wall.
Anakin	"Give me a sec," Anakin grunted, slicing himself out of the first vine only to fall into a pit of them that had just sprung up underneath him. "Ow! Ow ow ow," he cursed. "Yes, I need help."
Rey	"Coming right over," she said, in between slicing at vines to free herself. Then she made her way over, trying to be mindful of where they might be springing up from- she could do this, it was fine, she'd keep telling herself that- and started cutting carefully into the pit. "I'm not coming back to this office, so you know."
Anakin	"That is completely fair," Anakin said, mostly so she could hear where his head was because the vines were springing up all over him with thorns, uncool, Fandom.
Rey	These vines were pretty obviously alive, right? So Rey paused, trying to focus on the space around Anakin and trying to nudge them away with the Force. She'd never tried anything like that before but it wasn't like that ever stopped her. Worth a shot, right?
Rey	They moved a little bit, but not enough to get Anakin out. "They took my lightsaber, too," he bitched.
Rey	"Your lightsaber is your life," Rey told him, because she couldn't resist, making a quick stab at a vine that was trying to snake around her leg again to get it to let go, before cutting a swath not far from his side. There was going to be a run on peroxide after this.
Anakin	"Hilarious," Anakin said dryly from inside his rapidly growing cocoon of vines.
Rey	She was cutting as much as she could here while still being careful and being attacked herself, she was allowed to show what she'd learned! But in the cutting, something fell out of the cocoon, and his lightsaber landed at her feet. She managed to pick it up right before it could be snatched by a vine, and ignited it.
Anakin	Anakin recognized that sound and laughed. "Give this thing hell."
Rey	Being able to use two hands didn't mean it didn't take half a minute to get used to doing the same thing separately with both hands. But Rey had always been better at random slashes until the other person/thing stopped, anyway. But at least she could clear the way enough for him to probably get out.
Anakin	Anakin fell out, cursing a blue streak, and reached for his lightsaber. "Now I'm angry."
Rey	"Are you all right?" Rey checked, turning the handle to hand it over to him safely.
Anakin	"Well, I'm not going to win any fashion contests," Anakin said, shrugging out of his ruined robe, "and now you know why the tabards are leather."
Rey	"That's smart," she said, since she was going to be favoring the ankle those vines had grabbed once she started moving around more. "I doubt the Jedi accounted for thorny living vines, though."
Anakin	"Only in a 'stay away from Sarlaac pits' sort of way," Anakin said, stabbing his lightsaber straight through something that seemed like a nexus of sorts for the vines in the room.
Rey	Rey watched as the vines closest to her writhed a little before dropping at her feet. "I think you got it."
Anakin	Anakin grinned. "So we're looking for something like that in the next room, too," he said, wiping a thin trickle of blood from his eyes. "Easy." Sure.
Rey	"Yeah, I was definitely right about that part," Rey lied.
Anakin	Anakin snorted. "Auditorium next?"
Rey	Rey nodded. "Auditorium next." If you thought this room was fun...
Anakin	Make the next one five times as big and with more things for vines to hang from? "Here goes nothing," Anakin muttered, shoving the auditorium doors open.

Adora	The combination of various elements she'd had previous mixed to negative experiences with (killer despair vines, hard light hologram tech) meant there was an unpleasant feeling of deja vu in the air as Adora made her was Danger Shop-wards.
	The Danger Shop was usually a perfect torture educational tool for Fandom's students. Right now, it was more of an electrical hazard. Vines threaded through some of the mechanisms, causing sparks here and there that flickered dangerously across the vegetation. Not that Adora could see them: the entire doorway was filled with pulsing, shifting vines. One of them seemed to curl a little further outwards the closer she got. Track This
Adora	Well, this certainly wasn't reminding Adora of the Crystal Castle last time she'd been there, or Beast Island. She aimed a harder whack at that one vine than she might otherwise have.
	It was an effective whack. The vine split in two, one side making a weird hissing sound as it withdrew. The pulsing mass in the doorway seemed to wake up, and whips of vines shot forward to grab the interloper.
Adora	"Oh, come on!" Adora braced herself as vines wrapped around her forearm, hacking wildly at them with her free hand.
	They fell to pieces as easily as the ones before them, but more of them kept coming. Maybe if they tried to get both of her arms at once, she'd stop? They tried to curl around Adora's hacking wrist as fast as possible.
Adora	Well, it made it a lot harder for her to keep chopping, especially since a chainsaw wasn't something she could turn the sword into. It was rapidly becoming obvious that just trying to hold her ground wasn't going to work long term, so she leapt into the Danger Shop, hoping to use the vines own momentum against them.
	That was a lot of sudden force that the vegetation around her hadn't exactly anticipated. Vines snapped halfway through, their suddenly-dead remains still curled around her arms. Their living halves recoiled in some kind of pained confusion.
Adora	Adora shook the dead vines off, resolving never to speak of this with Perfuma. Adora reversed her grip on her sword and drove it down through the biggest knot of vines. ...and the Danger Shop floor. Oops.
	Well. They could always fix that. As opposed to the vines, which split apart and fell to pieces. The ones crawling against the ceiling and into the machinery seemed to dry up almost instantly. The machine sparked. ... and for a moment there, Adora found herself in a very nice Japanese tea garden.
Adora	Adora pulled her sword back out of the floor and poked the gash with her foot to try and make it look a bit less like someone had jabbed a sword in there. Nothing to see here folks.

Jesse	Jesse didn't have anything to cut with. What she did have was her Service Weapon - and what remained of her powers. She cleared the entrance to the first science lab with a punch in the air, her telekinesis breaking fragile vines before they could get near her. "Right," she muttered. "So... here's hoping nobody left chemicals laying around."
Spider-Man	"Have you met professor Ween?" Miles asked as he peered through the entrance into the lab. "He probably has stuff in here that melts all these vines."
Jesse	"You think Barry might have anticipated killer plants?" Jesse asked. "... What am I saying, of course he did."
Spider-Man	"Yeah, he's dope smart. Or at least there might be some acid or something to burn these things at least," Spider-Man whispered as he quietly moved into the room.
Jesse	"So how much do you know about chemicals?" Jesse asked. She yanked a chunk of vine out of Spider-Man's way with her telekinesis. "Because I don't know a lot."
Spider-Man	"Well I know enough to make this stuff," Spider-Man said referring to the webbing he shot out from his wrists to bind a few more vines. "And Professor Ween did an experiment involving raw sodium and the water out by the beach which was fun. But we can always react iminodiacetic acid and formaldehyde with phosphorous acid. It won't be as strong if we don't go through the decarboxylation process but it'll be better than nothing."
Spider-Man	The vine-chunk slipped out of her grasp mid-toss, and-- shot off towards the back, hitting something that loudly announced how much it was made of glass. "--Shit," she interrupted Spider-Man. "Fuck."
Spider-Man	And that's when a green cloud of gas started emanating from the back of the room. "Oh. That can't be good," Spider-Man said jumping up to get a perch on the ceiling only for him to slip and fall to the ground. "Not good! Not good!" he exclaimed as more vines shot out towards him. He flipped back and lassoed some of the vines together with some webbing.
Jesse	"Crap!" Jesse added emphatically, just in case her point hadn't been clear enough. She shoved a hand forward, but her telekinesis-- did nothing. "Dammit." She was just going through the month's cursing allowance here. (... I shouldn't be doing that around kids.) She drew her gun instead, and kept firing until the last of Spider-Man's vine-y assailants were dead. "Let's get the hell out of here!"

Liam	"Well, that's a little on the nose, isn't it," Liam muttered as he spotted the vines obscuring all but the word 'Dark' on the door to the darkroom.
Jesse	"Someone definitely went to horror film school," Jesse agreed, stepping up beside him, gun drawn.
Liam	“If the big reveal is that this is all part of someone’s thesis project, I’m going to be upset,” Liam said, firing off a round from his energy weapon. This week had done its level best to remind him that he wasn’t human, not entirely. The banter, on the other hand, was helpful, a good reminder that he was mostly human.
Jesse	"Chances are 50/50 at this point," Jesse said. "Figures the bad guys are drawn to this island as much as everyone else is." She fired one shot into the room, which fizzled for a moment - before she let it explode in a controlled blast.
Liam	“That’s handy,” Liam remarked, looking at the charred remains of the vines that explosion left behind.
Jesse	"In a limited way," Jesse said, slipping further into the room. "I don't want to blow up the whole school." Sadly, unlike the Oldest House, not everything inside Fandom High was made of concrete.
Liam	Liam spared a glance down to his free hand and the dark red, almost purple, mark on his palm. “You and me both.” The shaqarava were a tool he’d become accustomed to making use of the past few years. And now this week they were- Well. Let's just go with ‘unpredictable’.
Jesse	Same for Jesse's telekinesis. For every attempt she made to use it that actually worked, two kind of fizzled halfway in. At least the Service Weapon was dependable. (It was powered by something else than her.) "I feel like I should have brought a knife," she admitted, looking around.
Liam	“Got you covered,” Liam said with a grin, leaning down to pull up a pants leg and remove a knife from where it was sheathed to his ankle, offering it to Jesse. “The kid with the axe might’ve had the right idea.”
Jesse	"Or the guy with the chainsaw," Jesse said dryly. She took the knife. "Thanks."
Liam	“Any time,” Liam said. So long as he stuck to his own weapon and didn’t try to use the shaqarava, there wasn’t much of a risk of an uncontrolled explosion on his end, but he was absolutely pulling out another knife to start hacking away anyway, as energy weapon discharge in close quarters came with its own set of risks.
Jesse	"I'm about ready to be rid of these things," Jesse muttered. She'd lost Polaris for stretches of time before, but this was just unnerving. She slashed out at one of the vines, catching it on the knife before it could shoot out at her face.
Liam	"I'm all for conservation, as a general rule," Liam said, twisting to hack similarly at another vine that was making a play to grab at his wrist. "But this is so far from naturally occurring that I'm pretty sure we get a pass."
Jesse	"I don't think even the WWF can argue with us killing some evil plants," Jesse agreed. She instinctively turned to shove away some more vines winding their way towards Liam, but nothing happened. Damn it. This was not the time for her telekinesis to give up on her completely.

Jessica	So. Dealing with vines was not going as well as Jessica thought it would. Thinking maybe there was something in John's office, she crept into library to see everything covered in vines and slowly began to make her way to his office.
Allie	Allie was mostly focused on slashing vines but there was a tiny part of her that was thrilled to finally see the library. "There's so many books."
Jessica	"Think they have trashy romance novels somewhere?" Jessica quipped as she moved carefully towards John's office, doing her best to avoid any vines.
Allie	"With this many shelves? Probably. If not I've got a stash at my place if you're looking." A vine tried to wrap around her ankle, if getting cut from it's stem wasn't enough to kill it, the hard stomp Allie gave it should do the trick.
Jessica	Jessica turned her head to look back at Allie. "You don't strike me as the harlequin romance type," she said with an amused rise of an eyebrow.
Allie	Allie shrugged. "Where I'm from, all books are banned. I'll read whatever I can get my hands on." That was her excuse and she was sticking to it.
Jessica	That earned Allie a smirk. "Sure. Whatever you say." And as if she was being punished for being snarky, a vine grabbed on to Jessica's leg and threw her across the room. "FUCK!"
Allie	"You okay?" Allie asked as she hacked at the offending vine. Only to find herself grabbed by another vine and tossed into the corner. "I'm really starting to hate these things."
Jessica	"I'm fine," Jessica grunted as she stood up and took out her frustration by grabbing a vine and yanking it until it ripped apart. She let out a huff and noticed that the vine had done her a favor and threw her by Constantine's office. "Ah. Here we go," she said forcing the door open to find John's messy office which she immediately rifled through, smacking a few tiny vines back as she did.
Allie	Climbing to her feet, Allie followed Jessica into the office. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"
Jessica	"Well, I found these," Jessica said pulling out a set of brass knuckles, "But more importantly I found this." At which point she pulled out a bottle of whiskey from a desk drawer and took a swig from it.
Allie	Jessica had her priorities in order, Allie admired that. "I don't know whose office this is, but they seem prepared for island weirdness."
Jessica	"John Constantine," Jessica said after finishing the last bit of alcohol from the mostly finished bottle. "Occult detective or something like that." She put on the brass knuckled and taking the bottle by the neck, smashed the end of it. "C'mon. Let's go fuck with some plants."
Allie	"I think I met him at one point the first time I was on the island. Interesting guy." She watched as Jessica broke the bottle and grinned. "Good plan."
Nell	When they came out they'd find Nell chopping at the vines with her shears. "Sure are nasty things." One of the smaller ones touched her shoulder and she... did something... "Bad plant," she scolded and then stared as it withered up and fell away.

They stumbled and fought their way through the school, but found nothing. Or-- actually, was that something glowing through the vines? Looking up the tower staircase, there was a strange blue sheen on the curving creepers.

Travis	"Of course there's something in the tower," Travis muttered, peering upwards. "Well. At least it's not glowing purple this time."
Illyana	"Do we fight our way up, or take the fast route?" Illyana asked. At this point, her horns were starting to show through her hair, and her eyes were more yellow than blue. "I can get us up there, the problem is finding somewhere to land." She could just yeet Adora up there, and let She-Ra take care of clearing them a landing zone, but that seemed a little mean. And painful for Adora.
Travis	"...Do I want to know what the 'fast way' is?" Travis asked. No. No he did not.
Adora	Maybe if she'd done it at the start of the day it would've poked her right in the issues, but right now Adora was Done and ready to punch all her feelings out. "I vote for fast." Yeet her, Illyana, yeeeet heeerrrrr.
Illyana	"Fast is teleportation," Illyana replied. "My specialty." She gestured at the ground, and a big glowing disk appeared. Up near the top of the stairwell, everyone would be able to see the faint glow of a matching portal taking shape on the ceiling. "Okay, Adora, you're up. You're going to pass through a couple other portals on the way there, to let you build up momentum. Just...jump in, don't pay too much attention to the other parts of the island you pass through during the fall, and do your thing." Illyana, friends don't use friends as impact bombs. Even if they are magical warriors. She glanced over at Travis. "I'll make a seperate portal for us, so we aren't falling out of the ceiling."
Adora	Adora maybe should have paid slightly more attention to the 'don't pay attention to the other parts of the island's bit before teething herself into the portal. As it was, they could probably hear a faint "AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaah" coming from those parts as the Adora bomb built up speed. Nothing to worry about here, Travis. Nothing at all.
Travis	"How did I end up the only adult here?" Travis asked rhetorically as he stared up the tower. "The blonde with the sword's like, eight feet tall." This was what happened when you were the designated responsible father figure in life, Travis. "Right. Portals. You going to need the glucose pills again?"
Illyana	"There are no 'adults' or 'kids' on Fandom Island. Just inmates," Illyana said cheerfully. "Once you get resigned to that, this place makes much more sense." "Hmmm. Sure. Another strawberry pill probably wouldn't be a terrible idea." She peered down into the portal. "You're doing great, Adora," she yelled. "Just stick the landing and you'll be fine!"
Adora	Adora hurtled out of the final portal, colliding with the tower floor in a flash of pastel-hued light. Unlike the last time she'd yeeted herself into the void, the floor had come off worse, though those cracks were probably fixable. Probably. Look it wasn't like she'd stuck her sword in it. Yet. "I'm okay," she called out. "That was fun!" Sorry, Travis?
	Chunks of vine went flying in all directions, smacking into the walls and leaving ugly smears behind. Poor Fosse was going to have a hell of a time with this place once someone freed him from his closet. The few vines that had escaped Adora's impact curled against the walls, regrouping into a whole. Above her, embedded in the ceiling, a pulsing crystal had become visible. It had grown significantly since Monday, to the size of a ceiling lamp.
Travis	Travis sighed and held out the glucose pills for Illyana. "You said we'd get a more direct portal?" He was talking about portals. And fighting vines. With a chainsaw. And a bunch of teenagers. He'd hit a point somewhere this week where he'd become to exasperated to even properly be afraid anymore.
Illyana	Illyana swiped the glucose pills, popping them in her mouth and swallowing them fast. "Rasputin Express incoming," she replied, dismissing the portal(s) Adora had used, and instead opening up a shining disk on the wall opposite them. Somewhere above them, where Adora was hogging all the fun, a second portal opened that they could just walk out of instead of fall. "Don't think about it, just walk straight at it and don't stop until you come out the other side."
Travis	"At least this one's not trying to suck me in," Travis muttered. He shut his eyes, took a breath, then ran through much the way he would through a door into an active fire.
Adora	Adora gestured up at the crystal, between sweeps of her sword to keep the area clear of vines. "That sure looks like a magic crystal to me." Though she was pretty sure it wasn't a runestone. That would be bad.
Travis	"That?" Travis asked. "It looks like an overexcited fire alarm." He sighed and shook his head, then revved his chainsaw. "Well. Suppose I've seen more come out of less." Usually large fires. Coming from small ones. Let's be real.
Illyana	Or giant, glowing sword ladies coming from teenage girls... "That happens sometimes. Speaking of things happening, think it's safe to smash, Illyana?" Not that it being unsafe would necessarily stop Adora, but there were other people on the potential blast radius.
Adora	"Give me one moment, I'm going to prep an emergency shield." Illyana used her staff to scratch a large circle on the floor, muttering under her breath as magic spiralled out from her, embedding itself in the ground into little shimmery runes. "If it goes wrong, run for the circle or the portal," she said when she was done, looking up at the crystal. Bright gold power began to glow around her hands and her staff as her eyes turned red. "Ready when you are; show us what She-Ra's got, Adora."
Travis	Magic teenagers. How had this place not burned down yet? “Right. I’ll just...watch out for more vines.”
Adora	Because Sea Hawk had only visited twice in a very limited capacity. Breathing deeply, mind focused on her friends both on and off island, Adora gripped her sword in both hands and stabbed upwards in one clean motion.
	Crack. The point of Adora's sword struck crystal, which split under the force of it. Cracks spidered up through the hard material, and from them spilled little flecks and bits of power. A small chunk of crystal peeled off and fell across the floor, bursting apart in rivers of purple energy that dissipated quickly into the open air.
Adora	The crystal wasn't the only thing glowing and spilling off power. Though the light that limned Adora was subtle shifting mass of colour, that as she smirked at Illyana, thought of Miles fighting elsewhere in the school, her friends visiting for graduation, and how no crystal with a bad attitude was going to ruin her upcoming weekend with Catra, started flowing though her, shooting out from the sword in a great gout of prismatic light.
	The light smashed straight into the crystal, pushing in between the cracks. Pressing outward. Forcing it outward. And with a loud, ringing noise, as if someone had tapped the edge of a wine glass, the crystal burst apart. There was a lot of light.
Travis	Travis threw his arm up at the light, instinctively bracing for a wave of fiery heat. Which didn’t come. “You girls okay?” he called when the flare seemed to have passed. “Did that do the trick?”
Adora	"Yeah, great!" Adora, who now looked a lot less tall and barely glowing at all, maybe sounded a little punch drunk as she shot Travis a thumbs up. "All good here."
Travis	Travis was just going to have to take her at her word that shrinking several inches if not multiple feet was "all good". "Right. Well..... Good."

The dome was the first to fall away, its safety parameters satisfied. Portalocity connections flared back into life. Then trolls began to retreat, and mirrors fell apart and faded into the ground. Within an hour, all that remained was the last sprinkling of ash snow as the clouds began to part, and a small, lingering feeling of terror, growing weaker until by midday, it was gone.

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