fandomtownies | The Park, Late Afternnon

Kurt tugged at the edges of his long black coat and wandered the pathway. His mind was twisted every way with all that had happened in his absence, both in Fandom, and on "Battleworld". In his inside coat pocket, an unopened letter from CJ pressed against his chest. He wanted to find the perfect spot to sit, to think, to reflect, before he opened it.

After he had met Paige in the park, he had teleported to CJ's room, only to find it empty. She was gone. The room was empty, and nothing of her remained. Distraught, Kurt had teleported to his own room...and found the letter.

And now he stood in the park, staring off into the distance, in silent lucidity.

Elle looked up from her book to check on Bruiser and grab her drink, and that's when she noticed a guy. Who was blue. With a tail.

"Hunh." she muttered and tipped her head to the side. He sure didn't look happy, which probably had a lot to do with the fact that he wasn't accesorizing well at all. She raised her hand and waved enthusiastically. "Hi there, new person!" she chirped.

Bruiser looked away from the ducks long enough to decide the ducks were far more engaging.

Kurt looked up at the woman's voice. He smiled tightly and waved back.

"Guten Tag, fraulein," He said softly. "Enjoying the park?"

He raised an eyebrow at her brightly colored outfit.

That wasn't English, she could figure that much out. And it wasn't Latin either. She looked confused for a flash of a second and then shook it off and smiled wider. "I am enjoying the park, thank you! I'm Elle and I just moved over there." she said, pointing to the Logan bachelor pad. "What about you?" she asked with interest, figuring his other clothes must have been kept by the striking laundry machines.

"Ja," He replied. "Ja, it's good to be out enjoying the day. You are new? Well then, allow me to welcome you Elle. I am Kurt Wagner, and I'm the librarian at the school."

He smiled tiredly. "You get here just in time to say goodbye to this year's seniors und......und some of the teachers."

"Ooh, I like librarys. I spent a lot of time in the Law collection at Harvard because a lot of what we read was reference material and we couldn't check them out so I sat there a lot and read and you know, you don't have to worry about what shoes you wear to the library until you start walking around and the heels click and the librarian looks at you like you're totally wearing leg warmers and a polyester jogging suit, only worse." she chattered, pausing to breathe and shift on her blanket.

"I haven't met anyone who left but I know a bunch of teachers went away because that house I'm in now just llost one lady and a guy who's coming back and the position I took for a friend who took it was originally for some lady who left for DC and I think that's great because I'd love to work in DC plus with her gone I have a job!" she said brightly.

((omg i'm dying here))

Kurt blinked not once, but twice. "Uh...ja, I can imagine." He wasn't real sure what she just said, but one thing was certain. This brightly clad ball of energy certainly would bring some interesting changes to Fandom.

Kurt wondered if she was a mutant. That would explain much about her.

"So, fraulein Elle. What did you do before you came here? Und what class are you interning for?"

"Well, Kurt," she began, sitting up straight, "Before I came here I was at Harvard and I just graduated with my law degree and once summer's done I'm going to take the bar exam and be a lawyer which is like a three hundred sixty degree turn around from what I did before when I was an undergrad at CULA and I got my bachelor's degree in fashion merchandising but I was thinking that designers need lawyers too and so I might do that but first I have to take care of the image and what it communicates workshop I'm doing here and I just found out I already have students and everything. How cool is that?" she asked cheerfully, her eyes wide and sparkling.

"So, you are a fashion attorney?" Kurt was a bit confused. "You will defend people who aren't dressed in style?"

He was attempting to grasp a concept of this woman.

"I don't think I could ethically do that. There's really no good defense for dressing badly." she said with absolute seriousness. "I was thinking I could prosecute fashion piracy. Cheap knockoffs are good for no one."

Kurt couldn't help but smile.

"That certainly sounds to be a noble goal, fraulein," Kurt bowed.

She nodded, sure he was right.

"So, tell me about you Kurt because I don't mean to be rude but I can't help but notice you're blue and that's just nothing I've ever seen before and I'm not even sure what season you would be." she said, considering. "Maybe a winter. Hmmm."

"Most people would say I'm a fall, Halloween and all, eh?" He laughed at his own joke.

"Autumns generally can wear more Earthy colors like rust and mustard and I just don't see those working well with your complexion." she said with a vacant look.

"I meant because I scare some people with how I look." Kurt said just as vacantly.

"Why is that? You're not all gross or toothy or like that girl with the stringy bad hair from that Japanese horror movie so I don't know why people would be scared of you." she said plainly. "I think you look kind of soft and fuzzy. Like a carnival prize!" came out along with a broad grin.

Kurt blinked. He was pretty much in shock at this young girl. The thought that she was a delusion brought on by a night of heavy drinking crossed his mind, til he remembered that he hadnt drank last night.

"A...carnival....prize?" He said slowly.

"Yeah!" she said cheerfully, "You know. You go to the carnival and they have the midway and you throw balls at pins or squirt water in a clown's mouth and after you spend a whole lot of money you win a great big furry puppy and it sits in the corner of your room for years and it's like the best thing ever to snuggle with on those nights when it rains and then one day the stitching comes undone and your mom throws it out and your boyfriend wins you another one but it's never the same because now they're made all cheap in Hong Kong."

Kurt stiffled a chuckle. "I think, fraulein, that is the best compliment I have ever recieved. Danke." He bowed gracefully and smiled. "I am glad I ran into you now, you haff cheered me up without any doubt."

"I'm so glad, Kurt. I don't like to see anyone feeling sad. Life's too short to have bad hair or be blue." she said exhuberantly, then paused. "Except you, I guess. You're, like, blue all the time. That's reason enough to be extra happy I think."

Still bouncy from talking to Isabel, Jack spotted Elle, drinking coffee and reading a ridicuously thick book. Bouncing over, he dropped to sit beside her. "Hey, Elle. Hey, Bruiser." He held his hand out to Bruiser to sniff, while he grinned at Elle. "What's new? And have you got a pool in need of a cabana boy yet?"

"Hi there, Jack!" she said with a cheerful wave. Affecting a perfect pout, she said, ""Unfortunately no. My new place doesn't have a pool that I've noticed, and that duck pond looks kind of icky. I'm going to have to stick to wearing my bikini in the park and goint to the beach...if it ever warms up."

"I wholeheartedly support the wearing of your bikini, especially if I'm there to appreciate it," Jack said with a wink. "But I agree with you on the duck pond front. I could still be your cabana boy in the park, but it might require a change of uniform." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I've got a pair of leather pants. They might work for a park cabana boy."

"Leather pants are for bikers and dance clubs and really aren't good for much but coming off." she said with gentle criticism, the her eyes grew wide and she blushed and looked down, "But you don't need fashion advice from me." she said to her book.

Jack leaned back on his elbows, smiling slightly. "No, you're right. The only reason you put leather pants on is in the hope of getting to take them off." Amused, he watched her watching her book. "But I do look damn good in them." He glanced down at his outfit: tight black jeans and a snug white t-shirt. "And I think I could do worse than take fashion advice from you. In fact, I was talking to a friend last night about introducing more pink into my wardrobe, not that I could wear it as well as you."

She looked up quickly, every sign of embarassment gone. "Really, Jack? You'd look fantastic in pink. Your coloring would be great for a light pink or even like a pattern. It really depends on how daring you are. Couture is a risk, sometimes. You have to want to pull it off."

"Elle, I always want to pull it off," he said with a grin. "If you think I could wear pink, I wouldn't mind getting some serious advice from you, if you've got time. But what have you been up to? I heard a rumour you moved out of the dorms?" He glanced over at Bruiser. "And is Bruiser still a kissy slut, or has he returned to his old ways?"

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, he's kissing everyone. I moved out of the dorms into Ted dude's house and he kissed all over Ted then kissed on Sawyer when he came by to introduce himself. I totally blame you, Jack Harkness." she said with a pretty pout. "You corrupted my dog."

At the sight of Jack, Bruiser came running over tot he delight of the ducks. She scooped him up and smiled, the pout having vanished. "I'd be all over giving you advice. Are you taking my workshop or am I going to have to make time for you on the side?"

"It seems to be my week for corrupting people." Jack held his hand out to Bruiser, wiggling his fingers to entice him closer. "But no, I haven't signed up for your workshop, which is entirely my loss. Could you make time for me?" he asked, trying his own personal version of puppy dog eyes, which, admittedly, had far more in common with a wolf than a puppy. "And Ted dude? Sawyer? If you're finding all the cute Townies, can I have the ones you don't want."

She smiled at him and looked up and to the side, "I don't want any cute townies, silly. I have Emmett back home. Ted's my landlord and Sawyer's enrolled in my workshop. It's all legit." she laughed softly and looked at him.

"I could make time for you, Jack. I can't think of a better way to spend a day than playing dress up and shopping!" she chirped as Bruiser wriggled to get closer and lap at his fingers.

"Emmett?" Jack asked, reaching out to scratch Bruiser behind the ears. "I think students need permission to leave the island, so we might be limited to what's available here, but I would love to spend a day with you playing dress up and shopping. It can only make me prettier," he added, laughing at himself.

She looked at him, clearly considering him seriously. "Well, if you're serious." she said as she leaned in closer. "It wouldn't kill you to get your eyebrows done, and we should probably see about some microdermabrasion. I know some great hair product, too. We'll start at the salon. If I can't get you into new clothes, I can at least make you prettier." she said with a nod as she fingered his hair. Just to check the texture. Really. "Have you ever had highlights?"

Jack leaned closer, tipping his head towards her. Just to help her out with the texture feeling. Honest.

"No, never had highlights, but I'd be game to give them a try. Let's start with hair, and possibly new clothes if we get the chance, and work slowly from there. We'll have to be careful, though, I'm not sure the campus could handle two people as pretty as you walking around." He paused. "And you didn't tell me who Emmett was."

"Beauty just makes the world better, Jack. It's a philosophy to live by." she smiled gently and pulled her hand away. "Emmett's my boyfriend. I used to date Warner and I thought we were going to get married but that didn't work out so good and I want to be partner at a firm before I'm thirty and emmett does too so he's still in Boston and I'm here and...hunh. I should call him. I haven't talked to him in days." she said as she blinked. "Do you think that's weird? I barely noticed and we aren't like that. We talk all the time."

"I think that Emmett is a very lucky guy, and I don't think it's weird. Not really. This is a strange place, and it can throw you a bit." Leaning back with a sigh, he said seriously, "It's easy to get distracted by all the shiny things: the people, the strangeness." He reached over and patted her hand. "But you should call him. The longer you wait, the easier it will get not to."

"What's that for, Jack? That sigh? You don't like it here? It's the greatest place I've ever lived. Almost as good as California. The people here are so friendly and fun and everyone is from someplace new and different. I can't wait to meet someone from a new dimension. Cameron was a big disappointment in that area, he's just future Air Force." she babbled as she covered his hand with her own to comfort him.

Jack turned his hand palm up, wrapping his fingers around hers. "No, I do like it here. I'm just starting to realise how much. The sigh is just…it's complicated. But it's not an unhappy sigh. How could anyone be unhappy with such wonderful company?" He gave her hand a little squeeze.

"I'm not sure I can help you with other dimensions, but I had a date with a wizard, and one of my friends is an alien. I'm pretty sure I can swing an introduction if you want to meet her."

"I'm not wonderful. You don't even know me." she said, blinking vacantly. "I could be an axe murderer or something, but not in these shoes. And I know complicated. I watch Passions." she added, nodding.

"I'd love to meet your friends, Jack. I like to meet lots of people. Just earlier I met the librarian and he's blue."

"The librarian is blue?" Jack considered that for a moment. "Well, why not. Blue's a nice colour."

"And why would you say you're not wonderful?" he asked seriously. "You're bright, sweet, caring, nice to strangers, generous, and if that book and the Harvard Law degree are anything to go by, very smart."

She shugged and got quiet. Genuine compliments weren't something she genuinely got, and she made her own pleasant world, she knew that. "I just try to be a friend. It's not hard. If you're a good friend, people will like you and you'll have friends in return. It's always worked before."

Jack studied her face. "Elle, you are one of the nicest people I've met here - though in all honesty I should admit that's covers a grand total of five days - but it doesn’t make it any less true. You're beautiful, and it's got very little to do with how you look. And if it's not too incredibly overdramatic," he added with a small smile, "I'd count myself lucky to be someone you thought of as a friend."

She looked at him with her head cocked as she considered that. "Thank you, Jack." she said, genuine and quiet. "I do. Think of you as a friend. I'd like you to think of me the same way."

Then she grinned wide, "I'll whine if you don't."

"Friends then." He nodded decisively. "And no, not whining! A fate worse than death!" Matching her grin, Jack let go of her hand and got to his feet. "It's been a pleasure talking to you, Elle," he said, stretching his hands up into the air, then dropping them with a contented sigh. "But it's getting late and I'm feeling lazy. Do you and Bruiser need more time with the ducks, or can I walk you home before I hit the dorms?"

"I just live right there, Jack." she said, pointing across the grassy lawn to a house with a big porch. "You head on home and I'll go call Emmett like you said. I'll see you later, kay?"

"Later, then." Jack waved over his shoulder as he headed back to the dorms.

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