The Park, Late Monday Night.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

In the dead of the night a shadowy figure snuck into the park, and made a bee-line for the benches near the duckpond.

After struggling with the benches for several minutes, the shadowy figure ran off and returned with a battle-axe.

A short while later two of the benches had been reduced to kindling and the others were carefully hacked off their mountings.

About half an hour after that, the benches and kindling-that-used-to-be-benches were neatly stacked in a neat bonfire arrangement next to the pond, but away from the trees.

The shadowy figure crouched near the heap of wood and flicked on a lighter. They then ran off again, this time returning with a gerry-can of oil. The next time the shadowy figure put their lighter to the kindling it caught light quickly.

The shadowy figure just as quickly retreated to the trees to watch. They might have been cackling a little.

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[deadly_little]

A tiny, well-armed ninja appeared near the bonfire. She had marshmallows and straightened coathangers.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

The shadowy figure admired the tiny ninja's ability to take advantage of a situation.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa was drawn to the fire as well. Burning might also mean pillaging, after all.

And it had been a long time since he'd gotten to pillage.

Also? Roasted marshmallows smelled good.

[deadly_little]

Miho turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring.

Pirate. The ancient enemy.

She deliberately set her marshmallow on fire and whirled to face him.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky arched a brow, and set her hands on her hips innocently.

Sure, she was reaching into her holsters, but who knew that? Aside from Miho, that is.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

The shadowy figure watched with great interest, and kept a hand on their battle-axe.

After all, they liked listening to the pirate on the radio.

[crazyvampchick]

Fire meant that Mommy was in a crazy mood again.

Sunshine huddled under the duck pond and hid.

If Mommy was in a crazy mood, would they have to move again? She'd just gotten used to the taste of made friends with some of the ducks.

[superartie]

Artie bounded by on his rounds.

"A nocturnal display of pyrotechnicality!" He announced. "Lovely!"

And he bounded off.

[hawktobias.livejournal.com]

A red-tailed hawk squawks, distressed by the flames and very angry at whomever started them.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Burning benches. Tex could appreciate these random acts of destruction.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Just off to the side of all of this burning and destruction, a man hopped toward the duck pond like a frog, letting loose with the occasional "Ribbit."

When he reached the pond, he lept in and did a happy little froggy swim to the other side. If there were any squids around, he didn't notice.

Upon getting out of the water, he continued on his merry way, oblivious to any mayhem.

Sometimes it's good to think you're a frog. It can make life much easier.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter's spider-sense was going crazy. There was a lot of danger going on tonight and a good amount of it seemed to be in the Park.

He couldn't resist. He had to see what was going on. He was wearing a nice, heavy hoodie and was ready to pull the hood up at a moment's notice to help conceal his identity.

It wasn't a great plan, no, but he had to see what was happening.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky, bored with the situation that didn't involve her killing anything, spun her gun out of her holster and fired a shot off as she spun around to face the footsteps.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter lept quickly to the side. Spider-sense was a very good thing tonight. Too bad he didn't have the common sense not to be here in the first place.

"You really need to work on your greetings," he said, pulling up his hood. "Seriously. 'Hello,' 'How ya doing?' Then you shoot. It's common manners."

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky quirked a brow.

"Huh. That makes it more interesting," she called out, gleefully firing off a few bullets in the direction of the boy's shins. "And how are you, sweetheart?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter had no trouble hopping over the low shots. "Just fine. I'd be better if I hadn't met a complete psycho in the park, but I've had worse days." He crouched in anticipation for more gunfire.

[deadly_little]

Miho chucked a spare throwing swastika toward the interloper, her gaze never leaving the pirate.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

If not for his spider powers, Peter would be very dead right now. Good thing he had them, so he just barely managed to dodge right.

"Crap. It's that ninja girl," he said to himself. "And me without my water gun."

[deadly_little]

Miho has a pirate to deal with. Some people clearly do not understand the sanctity of this moment. Her honor demands that she annihilate the interloper.

But. Pirate. Miho internally wibbles and externally throws a few more throwing swastikas at Peter.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter dodged the first two, but the third cut part of his hood. "I promise not to use my water gun ever again if you promise to stop trying to kill me," he said. That may have been a mistake.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

After yesterday, Bridge has decided that maybe getting out into town more would be a good idea. So he decided to take a nice walk in the park.

He wasn't expecting to walk right into the middle of a battle scene.

"Ooookay. Not what I had in mind, but whatever!" he says, with a shrug. He's spontaneous. He can go with it.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Hey Bridgey," Callisto called out as she adjusted her grip on her battle-axe and watched Becky and Peter. "Parker's good isn't he?"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky spared a glance, thrust out an arm and fired a quick shot in the direction of the boy who she had winked at once.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge sees Becky take aim and flips out of the way. He watches with wide eyes as the bullet sails by and embeds itself in a tree trunk. He takes a moment to take off his gloves and then drops into a defensive stance.

"Dude, totally!" he says in response to Cal's question. "Too bad my sidearm's in the weapons locker, or I would've brought it. Not that I would have known it would be useful, or anything."