#fableplot4

[thegoddesswife-blog]

Hera had never been afraid of a little thunder. For heaven’s sake, she was married to the God of Thunder himself, and Tartarus be damned, she could put him in line. But as she stepped out of her office, she realized there was something off about this storm. She narrowed her eyes at the dark skies, and barely managed to keep the door from being shut by the wind. “Titans bite me, what is that man up to now?” She growled through her teeth, still undecided if she should go back in, or face the storm and go home.

[cheltochtli]

“Looks like we’ll be stuck here until the storm passes.  Can I get you something, cariño/a?”

[afflictedannie]

This was bad.  She had been wandering around town, looking at possible locations for the shelter, when the storm appeared.  The last place she had been looking was at a location in Sherwood Forest, and now she was sufficiently lost.  And there were turtles.  And lightening.  “Oh d-dear...” she muttered to herself, trying to find something that looked familiar.

[whatthedormouse-said]

@littlemissanya

In hindsight, it was very stupid to be out in this weather. Molly didn't usually think of herself as a stupid person, but it was possible she was mistaken. She should have just stayed at home instead of trying to make it to the diner to check on her boss. He was a nervous thing, and she didn't like leaving him alone in something like this, but if she was perfectly honest, she didn't want to be alone in it either. It wasn't the storm, exactly, but all the weirdness that accompanied it--weirdness that was clearly outside the realm of possibility in this place. There were actual turtles skating around the streets. Magic hadn't been kind to her in the past, and the fear welling up inside her stemmed from being small and furry and helpless for too long.

She was bent practically double just trying to stay on the sidewalk, and the wind picked her up and tossed her against a nearby building. She let out a little yip of pain, hugging her shoulder to her. She struggled a few more steps and peered into the window of what might have been a bakery. Everything around her seemed to be closed, but she knocked on the door anyway. Apparently, she had bigger problems right now than magic, like actual physical safety.

[theoutlawrobin]

He was running.

Before the thought had fully conformed itself into a solid idea, he was out the door. The air felt thick with electricity, the clouds dark and low. The rumbles had been constant, but they hadn’t felt threatening. At least, not in a way that sent off the alarms in his head. But the weather had turned and the sky was alive with lightening. It flashed bright and forebodingly over the town and Robin couldn’t let her be alone. Not in this. Not when the last time they’d experienced a storm like this...

He willed himself faster, his eyes darting to the sky as it flashed tauntingly. The police station wasn’t exactly close, but between his haste and the dark and looming storm, he reached it in record time. He pulled the doors open, his presence immediately known as he strode in with purpose. “Marian!” he called, his eyes scanning their faces, making eye contact with the person nearest him. “Where’s Marian?”

@ladyxmarian

[smartass-shock-blog]

Shock looked up at the sky just as a bolt of lightening cracked across the thick clouds. Her brow was furrowed as she was trying to figure out where the music was coming from. “What the fuck...”

[i-can-fix-it-felix]

Call - Arthur & Felix

[txt- Squidge 18|37 22/01/2017]: Are you okay? Where are you?

[txt- Squidge 23|52 22/01/2017]: This storm turned out worse than I thought it was going to be. I'm stuck.

[txt- Squidge 01|05 23/01/2017]: You know you wanted to help?

{Incoming call -Squidge}: Accept || Decline

[hiding-for-a-lifetime]

Despite the winds, raining, the thunder and, apparently, the strange turtles, Juniper had made an effort to come into work that day. She didn’t like not working. It made her seem unreliable. She didn’t like not working, it gave her time to think. Besides, she realised she’d left one of her sprays somewhere at the council and the idea of not having it for another week if she didn’t come in made her skin itch with anxiety.

As she pushed open the door to Rian’s office, she noticed the familiar figure inside. “I- I can wait till you- you’re gone,” she said, scratching the side of her face.

@quillantheelder