The Park--Wednesday

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod sat on the bench, alternately feeding Pez to the ducks, then to himself from a Tazmanian Devil pez dispenser. He kept hoping to see the dangerous ones that Ivanova had told him about, but no such luck so far.

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots was walking through the town for the first time in a few months. He figured no one could attack him during the day, and even if they did, they wouldn't get much of a meal. Hoping that at least one of the restaurants was open he walked by the lake and saw a figure feeding the ducks. Waving to the ducks he continued walking. And then did a double take.

((I'm assuming this is for me?))

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod turned to his right to feed one of the ducks that had gotten behind him on the bench. "Here you go...you're a very nice duck, aren't you? Would you like a pez? It's very tasty."

((You assume correctly, though anyone else is welcome.))

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots shook his head and rubbed his eyes. They were mostly certainly something wrong with them, because, well, no way. But then what about the voice? No way. He took a cautious step towards the figure.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod noticed movement in his peripheral vision, but assumed it was more ducks. He tossed a couple of pez in that general direction without looking, then ate another one.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots opened his mouth and a loud squeak came out. He closed it, shook his head, and tried again. "'Scuse me?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod turned and vaguely remembered seeing this boy working around the Centre. He automatically tensed and prepared to run, just in case. "Mr. Broots."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

No need, really. Broots opened up his mouth and screamed like a girl, right before running off in the opposite direction. I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Slightly concerned, but more amused, Jarod decided he'd had enough of feeding the ducks and was getting cold from sitting outside.

He shivered, but couldn't make himself go in yet--it smelled like it might snow, and he didn't want to miss it.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney wandered through the park, humming to himself. As he came up to the pond, he realised what he was humming.

It was the 'Rubber Ducky' song Lorne had been singing the other day.