The Park, Monday

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On one of the benches in the park was an old coffee can, with a few loose coins in it, and a big sign that read "PLeeS GyV 2 ChARATee".

Ignore the smelly lump of fur sleeping under the bench.

[Open like an open thing. And, of course, this is only one small, specific area of the park -- feel free to use the rest of the park as you see fit.]

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[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber didn't have any classes today, so she was out for a walk in the park being that the weather was relatively reasonable.

The sign was not hard to miss though the spelling baffled her. For the sake of charity, she dug into her pocket and pulled out all the change she had, dropping it into the can.

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"Fank you, miss. Much obliged," came the mutter from underneath the bench.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Oh, that startled her and she looked around for whoever it was who spoke to her before she looked down, noticing the dog underneath the bench. Raising her brows, she crouched, wrapping her arms around her knees as she peered at it. Ew. It really stank.

"You, uh, didn't talk to me, did you?" Amber could almost believe it since she knew a frog who was a student.

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"'f course not. Don't be silly. Dogs can't talk."

As if to emphasize the point, the dog yawned and started scratching at its hindquarters.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber tried not to make a face at the smelly, filthy looking dog. She actually felt sorry for it. And she was afraid she might be hearing things. "Right. I know that. You need a bath."

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"An' get rid of my fleas?" Gaspode asked, incredulously. "I've nearly got the whole set. Nasty fings, baths."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Triela, her roommate, wasn't playing a joke on her was she? Amber glanced around again and saw no one. "Um. Okay. Just as long as your owner comes by to get you. Wouldn't want to think you were alone out here and starvin'."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

And that was a derisive snort. "Humans! Give 'em opposable thumbs, an' they fink they're the sodding owners of everything! I get on jus' fine on my own, thank you very much."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was not about to argue with a dog but she could mention the fleas and the smell, and the overall scraggly appearance. But hello? Doggie here.

"Self-sufficient huh? Is that your coffee can I just put money into?"

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"Begging is an ancient and noble profession, wiffout which there would be no outlet for the charitable impulses of people such as yerself. You want your money back, jus' take it. What am I gonna do, bite your ankles?"

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"You could bite my ankles, I don't know. And I don't want my money back. I put it in there to help whoever needed helpin'. Just was curious if it were you." Pause. "Sorry I don't have a bone," she said. "But to appease my curiosity even more, what does a dog like you do with human money?"

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"Figure I'll use it to buy fings," Gaspode told her. "There's not exactly a thriving doggy wossname around here, you know."

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She tilted her head. "You would be willin' to let a human help you buy things but not give you a bath? 'Cause I don't mean to be rude, but you kinda stink."

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"You only fink that because you're not gifted wif a sensitive nose," Gaspode assured her. "To a female of the canine persuasion, this is an attractive cologne. Takes ages to get it right."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber thought that was the lamest answer ever and nothing but a cover-up. He had to know he stank. "I don't see many other dogs around here, but good luck with that." She would reach out to pat his head but thought better of it. "Good bye, little guy. Maybe next time I see you, you'll take me up on that offer of a bath." Standing, she turned and continued on with her walk, thinking Fandom just got weirder and weirder.

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

Gaspode snorted as she walked away. "Sweet kid."

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink was flying through the park, and looking fabulous doing it. She was. She was an expert at looking fabulous, really.

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

The smelly park bench coughed pointedly at her before she could pass it by.

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink stopped, glancing around, when ... ugh! A stench was hovering here, something terrible.

What on earth was wrong with that bench!?!

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"Yeah, you don't smell so hot, yourself," Gaspode complained, walking out from under the bench and stretching. "Spare some change for a poor doggie? Or I'll take teeth, too, if you're going and not coming."

He knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy who made dentures.

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Excuse her? She smelled wonderful! She had paid rather a lot for this scent and it was exquisite and what would he know about it, anyway!? And he wasn't getting any of her money and teeth were just disgusting and had he ever had a bath? Had he ever heard of a bath? Because gross!

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"You smell like a flower garden exploded," Gaspode grumbled. "And you're the grumpiest Tooth Fairy I've ever seen. Keep that attitude up an' they'll sack you."

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

It was a very expensive garden and this cost over a hundred dollars and ounce and what would he know, he probably couldn't smell anything over his own reek! And she wasn't a tooth fairy. Was he dim? She was a tinker. Wasn't it obvious?

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I did in fact just insult your very expensive scent. It's got all the subtlety of an anvil. My nose is a finely-tuned wossname, I'll have you know."

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Subtlety was for stinky dogs and boring humans and not exquisitely gorgeous fairies and if he'd rather smell like that then his finely-tuned wossname was clearly malfunctioning.