Tuesday, Late Afternoon in the park

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She wakes up and Shane is gone. She sits up, takes a swig of cold cocoa and her anti-inflamitory meds. Her head doesn't hurt quite as much, and neither do her knees. She flips through the channels..bored. So bored. I should have assigned essays so at least I'd have something to do she thinks.

The sound of Ten snoring is coming from the bedroom, and she's going stir crazy. She gets up, dresses in her loose pants and a tank top, puts on her hoodie, and goes out to sit in the park. She doesn't go far...she just has to get out. So bored.

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige comes down on her way to check Geoff's for mimes, she decides she really doesn't want to do that right now, so sit down next to CJ, not sure whether to speak to her or not*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She looks at her. She knows this girl...where from? Oh, yes. Geoff's girl, Piper's sister..from the party. What was her name? P something...Piper, paige...that's it*

Paige, right? Geoff's girlfriend? I'm CJ...we missed each other at Shane's the other night.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige smiles slightly and nods* Yeah I wasn't sure you'd want to be hanging out with students at a party and I was talking about stuff with Angela, sorry. The alcohol you bought was good though, thanks!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yeah...it did the trick. say, do you know where Geoff is? I told him I'd come see him when he was sober. For a poem.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige bites her lip and avoids looking at CJ* He had to go back to London for a while, he's not toosure when he'll back. You can come by the shop and leave him a message though.

*she smiles slightly* His poetry's very good

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, I remember I enjoyed it...but I think it probaly wasn't one of his best. it was about tequila. *laughs*

That's got to be hard on you...how long will he be gone?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Jack is doing a light jog through the park, trying to work off his last enregy reserves so he can finally go get some sleep. He notices a familiar figure on a bench in the park*

Professor?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiles brightly* Jack! Hi!

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I heard about your... thing. How're you doing?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, better.

*She brushes her hair back to show him her bruise and cut, figuring he's the kind of guy who would be interested*

Just a concussion...and I got kneecapped from behind, so the backs of my knees are sore. I'm sure you've seen worse. I'd bet you've had worse.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

That's good.

*Jack looks at the wound and pulls in a quick breath and tries not to smile, he's always loved compairing war-wounds. It was practically a family pss-time growing up*

Don't take this the wrong way but that actually looks kinda cool. Eh, I've seen and had worse but it's all a matter of prespective. Just because you didn't die or almost die doesn't mean it's not a vicious kind of pain.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Laughs at his reaction* Cool, yeah...I suppose. Now I can say I've been in battle, shot a zombie, AND been ambushed. I'm developing quite the resume. Doesn't change the fact I'm a pussy...*she blinks, remembering he's a student*...cat. I'm a pussycat, I keep telling you.

Did you go to class today Jack? Did the Doctor fill everyone in?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Back at the TARDIS, the Doctor turns over, makes a snorking noise. He flops an arm out and snorks again, muttering something about pancakes.]

((Mun's feeling better, but still has to write a bloody paper this evening. Back later.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

A mime enters the park, walking againt the wind. It is a very strong wind and he falls down several times.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She smiles watching the mime...he reminds her of street performers in DC*

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Haha! I wish I'd run across a few mimes when I worked Downtown. They both fascinate and creep mem out. My area featured a crazy religious guy standing in the middle of a traffic berm across from Farragut North, shouting into a megaphone about God (which god, I couldn't tell you), and a couple saxaphone players between there and Dupont Circle.))

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige sees the mime* Damn it! *she tries to beckon it over wondering where Wednesday's got to*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Don't like mimes?

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige sighs* I'm kinda meant to be hunting it, was trying to keep my mind occupied you know? But to be honest I'm not totally sure what I'm meant to do. *she holds up a wash cloth* I was just given this and told to look for him

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hunting...a mime? with a washcloth? Are you supposed to tackle him and wash his face or something? That's *her expression pained* absolutely what I'd expect in this town...

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige laughs* I didn't think I'd be the one to find it, but yeah I think I am. *she shakes her head* I shouldn't have volunteered in the first place

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The mime stays where it is; it is trapped in a box. It does begin to mimic Paige though.

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco walks up to the mime. He tries to keep his face expressionless. He knows if he shows expression the mime would use it to mock him. He keeps the washcloth behind his back. He didn't want to frighten it away.

"Um...nice...box you've got there." he says

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco runs up brandishing a washcloth.

"Paige are you alright? Did he try to trap you in an invisible box?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige shoots a dirty look at the mime* I'm ok Draco, *she throws the wash cloth to him* I'll let you handle it though, ok?