School Grounds, Early Friday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse couldn't believe how much she'd let herself get away from-- herself, over the past few days. It had taken another encounter with Essej - and the memory of Trench - to wrench her back into useful shape.

Then she'd spent the evening putting information together. And... okay, she wasn't sure whether the vines on the school were just another thing or the root (heh) of the problem, but she knew they were growing, and that couldn't be good.

And so by morning she tapped into Fandom's radio network and sent out a terse message: "The school seems under siege by plants. Join me on the grounds if you want to help."

Then she turned up there, herself. And waited.

The ash kept raining down.

[[ for team fighty! ]]

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[grayskollar]

Adora was the type to punch her feelings out, and boy did she have a lot of punching to do, and this seemed like it'd be more effective than attempting to break all the mirrors holding that enraged, red-eyed version of her.

Not that she'd spend far too long trying that or anything.

So here she was, already changed into She-Ra.

[weirderthanthou]

"Hi," Jesse said, waving tersely at the woman she didn't know. "I guess I don't have to ask if you're prepared for a fight."

[grayskollar]

"Oh, yeah. Always good to figure out when hitting'll solve a problem." She-Ra may have made Adora look far more badass, but sounding it was far more hit and miss.

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse tilted her head. "Student?" she guessed.

Jesse had resting badass voice regardless of how she felt, which was both a curse and a blessing.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Hey, Adora. Ready to wreck something's day?" Look, if Adora was already wearing She-Ra, it probably meant she was in the mood for smashing.

[grayskollar]

"Been ready to all week, and I'm not letting it mess with my weekend too."

She had quality time to spend with her girl, people.

[designateddadfriend]

Travis pulled up to the school in his (tiny) engine, relieved that something somewhat official was finally happening. The vines seemed to confirm Nell’s analysis of “bad things growing”, which was (terrifying) disconcerting. But someone in charge seemed to have something of a plan, so Travis set his nerves aside and went to help.

“I’ve got power tools and axes if anybody wants them.”

[weirderthanthou]

"Power tools," Jesse echoed. "I guess the Fandom fire department always comes prepared, huh"

[designateddadfriend]

"They do now," Travis said.

This was how he handled fear after all. Over-preparing.

"So what's the plan, here?"

[weirderthanthou]

"The castle's full of these vines. I think they might be hiding something," Jesse said.

I really hope they're hiding something, and this isn't just paranoia again.

"I'm thinking we clear the entrance and then go room by room in groups. Clear out the building, figure out if something's there."

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was here. Nervous and unsure, but she was here. She'd borrowed a big pair of pruning shears from Covent Gardens and she was ready to try and get rid of the vines any way she could.

[weirderthanthou]

"Hi," Jesse said. She didn't particularly want to rope in students for this, and there was a faint line of worry along her brow. "You garden a lot?"

Well, that's an insipid thing to say.

[mylandmyrules]

"Borrowed 'em from where I work," Nell explained. "And also I can, well... I think I can help kill some of them if I can touch them or where they're growing."

She shifted a little nervously. "I've got a gift for growing things and seems like I can kind of reverse it too."

[weirderthanthou]

"Handy," Jesse said, with a nod. "Are you going to be okay in there? It might be dangerous."

[designateddadfriend]

"Hey Nell," Travis said, nudging his helmet up a little to look her over as he checked to make sure his chainsaw was fueled up. "How're the hands?"

[mylandmyrules]

She lifted her hand to show there was no sign that anything had happened. "Putting my hands in my own soil sure enough took care of it," she says with a smile. "How are you'un doing?"

[designateddadfriend]

"Glad that we've finally got something of a game plan," Travis said. And that someone was taking charge. He wasn't used to doing all the attack planning himself! "And looking forward to doing a little damage, if I'm honest."

Look. Chainsaws were fun, okay? It'd be less fun when he noticed just how many of the strike team here turned out to be students, but for right now, he was riding a little bit of a 'fun with powertools' high.

[superjoanjett]

It was hard to ignore a call for help when you were actually in the radio station. Also Jessica seemed to be shoved by a bunch of squirrels towards the group before scampering off.

"If I had known this was part of the deal, I wouldn't have agreed to it!" She yelled after the squirrels.

[weirderthanthou]

"That's why we don't make deals with rodents," Jesse said dryly. "But I won't make you go in there if you don't want to."

[superjoanjett]

Jessica took one look up at the building and then shrugged. "Yeah. Well. I'm here. Might as well do something about this mess so it'll quiet the fuck down."

[sith_happened]

Anakin was there with a pounding headache and only sporadic ability in the Force, so Anakin was in a terrible mood.

"Right, what do we kill?"

[weirderthanthou]

"Plants," Jesse said flatly.

[sith_happened]

Anakin blinked. "Sure."

[allie_vamp]

The ash was doing a good enough job blocking the sun that Allie wasn't feeling the usual pull towards sleep. Yet. But after week of dealing with the weirdness, she was done and ready for things to go back to normal. If she had to slice things to get it done, so be it.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

It was with her usual grace and aplomb that Illyana arrived, though perhaps a bit more tired-looking than usual.

It was getting harder and harder to draw on Fandom's inherant magic, which didn't bode well for the island itself. Something had to be done, and it was clearly magical, which meant she was obligated as a Sorcerer Supreme (albeit one of a demonic dimension) to intervene.

At least, that's what she was telling herself as to why she was engaging in potentially stupid heroics.

"Right, let's be gardeners," she deadpanned, idly twiling her staff. "Do we have a weed-killer of some sort, or are we doing this by hand?"