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[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka has a problem. And while it isn't just the stomach ache, it's his biggest problem at the moment.

There's a Sokka crouched by the kraken pond, trying not to look like he's clutching his stomach and grumbling angrily. Also trying not to throw up.

Batman fights mean.

Somewhere in New York.

[can-feel-pain.livejournal.com]

It's abrupt. Thick vines crawl out of the windows of the Manhattan Art Museum, sprouting leaves and bright reddish-pink flowers, covering the building before extending outwards over central park, forming a thick, dense forest. At an accelerated rate, fungus starts to grow, giant spotted mushrooms sprouting upwards.

It spreads, almost a quarter of a kilometre each way, before the growth finally slows, and then stops altogether. For the moment, at least.

From the midst of the plant, greenish-grey figures, just about humanoid, stagger out, silently moving down to where people are. There aren't too many, but there will be more later.



Down in the subways, a computer comes to life.



ALERT. ALERT.

Update on plant growth, brought to you by the Genetic Lifeform and Disc Operating System.

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[bad-luck-wolf.livejournal.com]

Observant people may note that Garo looks quite tired and grumpy today. However, anybody that observant would've also realised a while ago that Garo usually looks tired and grumpy, so that's okay.

Currently, he's stalking around the entrance to Hogwarts, looking exceptionally cheesed off, half-heartedly going through sword forms. Botherable.