ext_141414 ([identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2007-08-07 11:13 am

The Park, Tuesday Evening

John was doing yoga in the park.  He was sitting cross legged with his hands on his knees and his eyes closed, attempting to meditate.  He was really bad at it.

[ooc: Park is open! ETA: Conversation with Andrew happens after the others for plotty reasons.]

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
River had decided to go for a walk after classes and was happily wandering through the park, feeling the grass under her bare feet. She noticed John and grinned, as someone sitting quietly with their eyes closed was practically inviting a sudden attack.

River quietly sneaked up behind him, attempting to put her hands over his eyes.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," River said. "You get none at all." She didn't remove her hands.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't get any questions," River reminded him, still not removing her hands.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why do you need any questions?" River replied, giggling.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why would my identity make a difference?" River asked, still giggling.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Would knowing my identity make your eyes less covered by hands?" River asked, now sounding completely serious.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"So why are you asking questions to find out?" River asked, now holding back a giggle again.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I believe that would be the easiest way to get the removed," River giggled.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
And River let him pull her hands away. "Sometimes the easiest solution is the best one."

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is not something which is particular for today," River replied, standing up and spinning around with her arms outstretched, laughing.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She stopped spinning but not laughing. "You are? I appreciate it."

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Practise is good, isn't it?" River replied, looking perfectly innocent.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will be perfect at messing with you soon!" River beamed.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
John obviously needed to relax, so River raised a hand waving and wandered off, laughing to herself. He was almost easier to confuse than Simon.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew had brought cheetah cub Bart back to the park. Letting him run around yesterday seemed to be the trick to a good night of restful sleep.

He noticed the wiggling shirt and went to investigate.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew noticed a little tuft of fur sticking out of the t-shirt. "Hey there little guy. Are you stuck?"

Andrew tried to free the critter when he recognized something, "John has a shirt just like this." He glanced about the park, hoping, perhaps, to see a shirtless Sheppard running about.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew picked up the shirt, "It even smells like John." He again looked around the park, then down at the bunny, raising an eyebrow.

"You are strangely quaffed my little hopping friend." He looked out to where his roommate turned cheetah was stalking grasshoppers in the field.

"My hero?" Andrew asked the bunny, a strange catch to his voice.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew sat down in front of bunny John. "It is you, isn't it." He puts his face in his hands and fought the urge to sob. "I'm a horrible person, John."

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew reached out and scooped up the bunny. He nuzzled the overly fuzzy critter. "I can take care of you. I'll make sure you get plenty of food and water and stuff." He glanced out at Bart, "And I promise the cheetah won't eat you." He hoped.