The Park, Wednesday afternoon

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Fishgrenade had an umbrella. Why then, one might ask, was he covered in figgy pudding? That would be because he was using the umbrella to shield his shadow from the falling pudding.

[ooc: Open for all your parky figgy needs.]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had plastic rain poncho on with the hood pulled up, and a deathgrip on her mallet as she followed Walter and tried to work out what might have happened to him.

Maybe the lack of guidance from Alfred had sent him over the edge? Nadia didn't think Walter had been like this before the older butler had shown, but she wasn't positive.

Maybe she should give Alfred a call. . . .

He would have to go to the park, wouldn't he.

She trudged on through the puddles of pudding.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Yes, the park, because he feared nothing, not even getting beaten with Nadia's mallet in the park.

He was so going to owe her tomorrow.

"Don't you want some pudding?" He asked, dancing around to grin playfully at Nadia. "And your shadow's getting all sticky."

[nadiathesaint]

"My shadow is . . . eating the pudding?" Nadia shook her head. "And I liked the pudding better when it was chocolate. And we were inside." At the restaurant, where they were. . . .

Oh. Dear. God. Nadia froze for a moment.

This wasn't somehow her fault, was it?

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Oh hell. He couldn't tell her yet, that was part of the assignment.

"It's over there," he said, pointing randomly and heading away from the place of bad memories. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/889697.html?view=35003745#t35003745)

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

tim had handwavily found a red scarf, and goggles. coupled with white pants, and a white sweatshirt, he was sitting on a bench making airplane noises.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Fishgrenade waved at him as he led Nadia out of the park.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim leaped from the bench and making a dive bombing noise, began to chase them.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked at Tim.

Oh, god, it was an epidemic. First Jamie, then Walter, now Tim.

There had to be a connection. . . .

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Fishgrenade turned around and made an at-at-at noise at Tim as though shooting him down.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim veered to the side going "Aoooga! Aoooga!", and began to limp back to home base. That being the bench.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark was nonplussed about the pudding and the pond. His umbrella was nicely keeping the pudding off of him, and the duck wearing a neck brace he carried under his arm.
then he had the opportunity to be non-plussed about the behavior of some of the youngsters in the park.
Perhaps there was something in the pudding?