Somewhere near a tunnel entrance, Tuesday 4/12

[stykera]

The raccoons on the island often acted oddly. They were raccoons. This was Fandom. That was to be expected. It was possible, however, that they were acting odder than usual of late.

That might have something to do with the list of spring cleaning steps that one of them had found and decided to follow. Or it might have something to do with whatever they were doing in the tunnels that was requiring more cleaning than usual.

At least it seemed like they were doing more cleaning than usual. The wheelbarrow full of cleaning supplies that was being pushed by 2 raccoons towards an entrance to the tunnels with a box from JGoB carefully balanced on top indicated that cleaning might be happening, in any case.

The signs that had been put up seemed to indicate something more than cleaning might be happening, however. The signs and the sounds coming from the tunnels.

Those signs weren’t suspicious at all though, right? Right.


[Some folks are expected.]

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[grenadesandohana]

"It would've been fine if they hadn't moved it towards the alcohol," Steve said. "Yes, it's the raccoons' fault. They're also cult leaders and kidnappers."

[fates_jaye]

Don't mind Jaye, recording them, too. Really obviously.

Because nobody was gonna believe it outside of this island.

[designateddadfriend]

“Seriously?!” Travis asked, horrified. “They don’t have another portable hole, do they?”

[firehousehimbo]

"Cult leaders? Cool." EVAN. "I need to hear all about this--after we're done."

Fire first, raccoon L. Ron Hubbard later.

"The kidnappees are gone, right?" Buck asked. "Or are we searching for victims here?"

[grenadesandohana]

"Pretty sure they beat us out of the room," Steve said. "They're fast little jerks."

#NotallRaccoons, Steve.

"Did you have to learn raccoon CPR?"

FOCUS, STEVE.

[stykera]

"I'm not taking care of any raccoons," Stark muttered from where he'd dropped to the ground.

"Don't touch me," he snapped at one of the raccoons who had gotten a little too close.

[designateddadfriend]

. . . Right.

"Buck, take point on the flames. I'll make sure everyone clears out."

Travis dropped to a crouch next to Stark. "Hey. Stark, buddy. You doing okay?"

[firehousehimbo]

"Got it," Buck said with a nod. "If any raccoons look evil I'll blast 'em for you guys."

[stykera]

"Good," Stark said with more force than was strictly necessary. He was not a raccoon fan at this time. Possibly never again. They could all get blasted and he'd be fine with it right now.

"And," he continued, turning to Travis, "I'm...yes. Okay." Kind of smokey, definitely scratched up a bit by unhappy raccoons, but okay worked as a descriptor, sure.

[grenadesandohana]

"Let's maybe get you some sunlight and a rabies shot," Steve suggested, already feeling Danny's glare on the back of his neck.

[stykera]

"Rabies shot?" Stark echoed. He probably ought to know what that was but it had never actually come up in any of his clinic shifts for some reason.

"Sunlight's good. I like sunlight."

[designateddadfriend]

"It's standard for wild animal attacks," Travis explained, reaching out to help Stark to his feet.

One of the fleeing raccoons went for the strap of Travis's helmet, and he let out a squawk as he shoved it away.

"No! No! Bad! Bad raccoon! Oh god, now I probably need one too."

[grenadesandohana]

"I got one last summer," said Steve because of course he had, "and it's probably better safe than, you know, insane and doomed to die."

Danny already had enough to worry about on that front.

[stykera]

"Not insane," Stark said sounding very much like he'd said this many times before and mostly believed it. Mostly.

Did rabies shots work on aliens? Guess they were going to find out.

"Fine. We'll get shots."