The Perk, Thursday Afternoon (after morning workshops)

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

It was hot, Conner had a lot on his mind, and he'd been chased down the stairs this morning by a small horde of slinkies on his way to class. So in an attempt to cool off and think things over, he was sitting at a table in the Perk with a very large iced mocha and his laptop, absently browsing the Web. In between the various soccer video clips he was watching on YouTube, he'd glance out the window intermittently, as if expecting one of the slinkies to have suddenly become gigantic and attempt to stomp down the island.

. . . what? He'd seen weirder things grow to town-stomping proportions before.

[OOC: Open for your caffeiney needs. Bother the boy if you'd like, too. I'm bored, and I have my own spiffy and super-fast work computer back now instead of the slow loaner, huzzah!]

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[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Interesting choice," the Doctor said, wandering up. "Not a day for hot drinks, of course. So, practical choice, really. Hello, Mister McKnight."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner glanced up from an amusing video clip of Hope Solo and Abby Wambach competing to put in contact lenses while in a moving car, which was playing on his laptop screen. "Hey, Doc . . . uh, Doctor," he said once he finished crunching the ice cube he'd had in his mouth. "Anything to stay cool. How's the heat treating you?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was still wearing his leather jacket and jumper outfit, and didn't seem the least bit sweaty or uncomfortable.

"Try a planet with three suns," the Doctor said simply. "This is cake, this. Well, not really cake, as it doesn't come with frosting and. . . remind me to go stop by the bakery."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Go stop by the bakery?" Conner glanced out the window again. "Hey, Doctor, have you ever had any run-ins with evil living toys? Or just living toys in general? And how can you tell if they're evil or not?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Celestial Toymaker was the first thing that sprung to the Doctor's mind.

"The usual evil test is whether or not they seem to be trying to inflict harm on others," the Doctor said. "Harm without any sort of meaning of self defense."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"How do you guess a toy's intent?" asked Conner. "Can you communicate with them? I mean, does anyone actually speak Toy? And what if it's just fun to them, but it looks like an attack to people? You know, it's all fun and games until someone falls down the stairs avoiding the living slinky."

Not that anybody had, to the best of Conner's knowledge, had this happen. But he'd had to fight a monster cobbled together from a flower and car parts once. Anything was possible, as far as he was concerned.

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Observation is key," the Doctor said. "Watch them. See what they're doing. Don't be too hasty to jump to conclusions."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"They're just . . . wandering up and down the stairs in the dorms," Conner said thoughtfully. "It looks like they're just having fun. Maybe I'm just paranoid."

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Is that all?" the Doctor smirked. "Yes, I suppose you might be being a bit paranoid. Nothin' wrong with a little going up and down stairs."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's a relief, I guess." Conner took a noisy slurp from his mocha and checked his email. "So about this planet with three suns. How'd the sunscreen industry do?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Sister Rosette was as pleased as punch to have given Chrono the slip so that she could explore the town a bit, but, of course, one can't get too far in this heat in a habit without needing something to drink. Thankfully, she was just passing by the cafe.

However, reviewing over the selection of options available, she was a little agog. Maybe she should just get a water, or something. But something caught her attention enough to make her mention it outloud, to no one in particular, "Iced coffee? What the hell's the point of that?"