The Park - Thursday Afternoon

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After class, Wilson headed down to the park and more importantly to the park bench to sit for a bit. 40 years of experience with hangovers told him that despite the desire to hide from the sun, sitting out in the cool December air under the sun, with his water bottle -the juice was long gone-would do more for his hangover than crawling back into the hole that was his apartment at the moment.

Flopping down on the bench, Wilson sighed heavily and winced as the sun glinted off the duck pond. Sticking his glasses on his face, he stretched out on the bench and covered his face with his arm.

[ooc: Park post is open. Feel free to poke at Wilson if you wish -just don't try to steal his bench- or use for your own park like needs.]

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel had been in the his dorm room all morning, hiding, waiting for the door to be kicked in. Nobody had come. He wasn't sure what Marty was planning, if he'd told people yet or not, but he was going nuts being cooped up. So he slipped out for a walk into town. He had a destination in mind, and he passed through the park on the way there.

He saw Wilson sprawled on the bench and paused. Maybe he should tell him what had happened.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It might be the kind thing to do, rather than surprise the hell out of him in lab tomorrow?

[demonbelthazor]

Bel made his decision and headed over toward the park bench. "Dr. Wilson?" he called softly.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Oh bless Bel for the soft voice.

Shifting his arm off his eyes for a moment, Wilson gave the young man a wan smile.

"Hey there, Bel."

[demonbelthazor]

"You okay?" Bel asked, tilting his head curiously.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Hangover." Wilson fessed up and then he slowly sat up, making room on the bench if Bel wanted to sit.

Ugh...the world still liked to spin a bit too much.

"What's up?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor wandered through the park, still with a bit of a headache from yesterday. He also still had splints on the fingers of his right hand.

"Hello, Doctor Wilson," he said by way of greeting.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson lifted the arm that was not across his eyes in greeting.

"Good afternoon, Doctor."

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Something wrong with your eyes?" the Doctor asked.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"I got tequila in them...via my mouth." Wilson said, arch his arm up to peek at the Doctor from behind his glasses.

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear," the Doctor said. "Hangover. Didn't think you were the type, honestly."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Slowly levering himself into the sitting position, Wilson made room on the bench for the Doctor.

"Not my usual modus but sometimes the demons can overwhelm a person."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is flouncing her way through the park when she sees her favorite teacher that she TA's for.

"Hi Dr. Wilson!"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He was feeling better, the fresh air was doing it's job but Wilson still winced slightly when Pippi's voice careened through his aching skull.

"Afternoon to you, Pippi." He said in a rueful tone. "How are you feeling?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Still kinda itchy, but good." Pippi said dropping down into the grass at his feet to play with a duck. "Are you okay? You look kinda... not good."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Itchy?" Wilson asked, peeking at Pippi as if looking for spots. He grinned as she settled down on the grass and in short order had a duck.

Handing down a half a bagel he had wrapped in a napkin, Wilson chuckled softly. "My own fault, hangover. Here, the duck will appreciate this more than I will."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi appears to have some bandages on her arms and legs, possibly under her shirt on the front and back of her right shoulder as well. There's also a few, mostly healed, scratches on her cheek.

"I got scratched up when I was fighting the trolls..."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson winced with sympathy and sat up.

"And they've hit the itchy stage?"

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer had gone to the park to get away from people, a plan that wasn't going well since there was someone sitting on his bench. He sighed when he saw just who the bench-stealer was.

"Feeling alright?" Lucifer asked, knowing damn well what the answer was.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Harumph, this bench was his first! Okay, well technically it was Aziraphale's...well...actually maybe it belonged to the ducks...errr, yes...Wilson was parked on *THE* bench.

Peeking at Lucifer from beneath his forearm, Wilson made a wry face. "You stock good tequila."

Then, because annoying the devil was ... patently stupid no matter how hungover you were, Wilson put his feet down on the ground and sat up, making room for the bench.

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer took the offered seat. It was always nice when people knew their place. And, honestly, it was his bench. If anyone wanted to tell him otherwise, they did so at their own peril.

"Will I be needing to stock up on more, or are you done drinking yourself into a stupor for the week?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was the bench and Wilson wouldn't bother telling, just would keep parking his butt on it. Possession being 9/10th and all that.

But he'd share!

"Should be done." Wilson said with feeling. "Hope to Go...err, hoping that I'm done anyway. Rather not have another day like yesterday."

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer smirked as Wilson tried not to use the word God. "Good. Having a customer die of alcohol poisoning would be terrible for the club's reputation."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Behind the sunglasses Wilson rolled his eyes...an act he had cause to immediately regret and he groaned softly, touching his fingertips to the side of his temple.

"I'll keep that in mind." He said wryly.

"What has you out and about this sunny afternoon?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John limped past, on edge from Ethics, and already hating the thing that had engulfed his left leg and required the use of a crutch and a cane.