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In the park, at the pond... [Within the Faire]

Lorne is feeding the ducks and appears to be bonding with them in song.

Rubber Ducky... You're the one!

The ducks go: "Quack! Quack!"

You make bathtime lots of fun!

"Quack! Quack!"

Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you!
Woo woo be doo...

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Parker, out to get coffee to sneak back to Rory, hears a familiar voice, and turns around, surprised. Right. Of course he's singing to the ducks.

She wanders over, and pushes her sunglasses up. "Hey, Lorne."

Angela has gone with Parker on the coffee run. "Lorne is here? Hi, Lorne."

"Versace! Carrot Top! How you to crazy kids doing?"

"I'd say you wouldn't believe us of we told you, but ... you kind of, um, would. So."

"How much exactly did you see when we sang, anyhow?"

"Sometimes it's hard to tell in this place Kitten. The crew I knew about in LA and that little sinkhole called Sunnydale are here from different time periods and what's happening here is screwing this up a tad. So far my memories of the events haven't change so who knows where that will take us."

Lorne kics back and throws some bread at the ducks who greedily snap up the crumbs.

"As for what you were planning to do? I got the general idea. As for what happened last night, I know only what I've heard like you have. How's that girl who's addicted to caffiene? I wasn't sure how her night would end."

Angela takes this in, then slowly nods. "I had no idea how this worked."

"And, you mean Rory? Shes .... not in great shape. We're getting coffee to bring back to her."

Lorne frowns. "Tell that cupcake that I hope she feels better soon and that the stage will be waiting for her when she gets back."

"Will do. She was sorry she didn't listen to you, and wants to apologize." Parker shook her head. "I've got a question for you-- if Angelus showed up and claimed to be Angel, is there a sure way to tell the difference?"

Lorne frowns. "There is but I don't like it. You'd can have him sing for me. Quite frankly? The last time I saw Angel-toes, I told him I was through and wanted nothing more to do with him and his quest for hero-ship. If you can't find another way? I'll do it. Otherwise keep the big palooka away from me."

"Got it." Parker raises an eyebrow. "So... you're no more fond of the souled version than the unsouled. Mind if I ask why? Because it kind of makes me think we wasted our time... well, except for it maybe saving Rory and Logan's lives."

A dark look crosses Lorne's face. The ducks look at him with concern and start to back away. He gives a long heartful sigh. "It's a long story Versace. It's got nothing to do with Tall Dark and Forehead. It's got to do with a girl from Texas who got the short end of the stick when her number was punched and a man who's life was cut short by yours truly.

Lorne tosses some bread at the ducks.

"It's about the choices I made when I joined his little crusade. In the end I had to walk away and I thought I could start things over. Little did I know I'd be walking into a time-warped blender of bizareness. I really need to sue my real estate agent," Lorne says bitterly.

Parker is only following about half of this, but what she does get is very slightly reassuring, and rather sad. "I'm sorry, Lorne. This is one of those resurrection, people-who-don't-know-people-here things again, isn't it? Anya Jenkins was talking about that." She takes a piece of bread, and tosses it to the ducks. "Maybe we'll get lucky, and he headed for the hills. Or walked into the sunlight. Just so we don't have to deal with him." She pats him on the shoulder. Then grins. "And I still haven't seen my Tall Dark Someone. Do those aura readings come with an expiration date?"

"Don't bring up resurrections to me Honey Bunch! Those things usually lead to dark things. Like abusive sexual relationships with evil beings. Or wearing white after Labor day."

Lorne shudders at the thought.

"As for you Versace, your Tall Dark and cutie-pie is around. You just need to ~~meet him and get it over with for crying out loud!~~ to be patient."

"Ack. Say no more." Then she rolls her eyes. "Yeah, no problem. I'll console myself with Mr. Meanwhile until then." She pats him on the shoulder. "I'll let you know if we need help on the other thing, but I doubt it. Thanks, Lorne. I'll bring Rory by when she's feeling better."

Angela grins at Parker. "There's a tall dark someone?" she says out the side of her mouth.

Then she turns her attention back to Lorne. "So ... we need to wait and see, basically. Right?"

Parker snorts. "Evidently. And he's not Michael. So far he's playing least in sight, if he even exists. Which I have cause to doubt."

"You got it right Red. I won't know until the Forehead sings his inevitable Manilow song on stage."

[[ooc: As much as I'm totally quacking up with laughter here... the Festival kinda has the park taken over at this point in time, I'm pretty sure. :-/ ]]

[Edited to show festival in background. :)]

Jaye, not daring to actually mingle at the festival, sticks closer to areas like the pond, which are hopefully safer. If more musical.

"Hey there buttercup! Join me and feed the ducks!"

Everyday when I
Make my way to the tuuuubby!
I find a
Little fellow
who's cute and yellow
And chuuuubby!

A rub-a-dub-dubby!

Rodney watches the green guy sing in disbelief.

"The Rubber Ducky Song?"

"What? You've never had a rubber ducky? Plus the Ducks love it! Right guys?"

All the ducks turn and give Rodney an annoyed look as if to say "What's your problem?"

"Well of course, I had a rubber ducky! I just haven't sang that song since I was...oh, at least eleven."

Rodney never expected to hear any song so...familiarly childish coming from something that looks like it belongs in the Pegasus galaxy.

And the ducks look pretty aggro, too.

Lorne rolls his eyes. "Buddy... You look like you need to connect with something other than that funky hat your wearing. Loosen up! Live a little. Commune with the ducks! Come on!"

Rubber Ducky! Joy of joys!
When I squeeze you, you make noise

The ducks bob their head along with the tune.

Rodney glances around. He figures he looks seventeen, so he might as well have a go at acting...well, seven.

Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!

His voice is okay - not stage great, but he can hold the tune.

And he gets the doodily-doo bits going, as well.

One of the ducks appears to be enamored with Rodney's voice and is snuggling up against his leg.

"Look at you doodle bug, you just made a friend! See? Good things happen when you sing!"

Rodney shakes his head as he reaches down to touch the duck's head. This was definitely not what he envisioned when he got up this morning.

"Not exactly what I'd class as 'good things happening'," he says, "But I'll take it."

He glances at Lorne. "You're the owner of the new club in town - Caritas, right? Rodney McKay."

Lorne holds out his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet 'ya Roddy! The name is Krevlornswath of the Deathwok Clan, but everybody calls me Lorne. Or Handsome. I respond to either."

[OOC: Sorry for the slow response]

"I'll stick with Lorne," Rodney says. "And it's Rodney. Or McKay. Or, often, 'idiot' from most of the women I know."

The duck is still snuggling up to him, and he runs his fingers along its feathers. "So...I'm guessing the Death-wok Clan aren't local. It's the name, sounds like a reality cooking show: Iron Chef Deathmatch!"

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