The Docks, Friday

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Jack arrived at his boat to find it... occupied. By a cute little furball-type thing. It didn't seem to be doing any harm, so he let it run around while he set out his sign on the dock, which read:

Captain Jack's Wild Ride
From the water, the island looks less crazy!


Then he set up his chair, got a beer, and dropped a line in the water.

Eventually, he noticed it watching him with those big, adorable eyes. "Do you mind?" he asked. "I'm fishing."

"Fitch-in?" The creature made cute little grabby-paws gestures at Jack's fishing rod.

"Yeah, fishing. Why, you want to fish, too?"

After a little bit of back-and-forth, Jack ended up grudgingly tying a line to a wooden dowel he found and perching the little fuzzy on the side of the boat so it could fish, too.

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Jon had his own cute little furball-type problem. Two of them, actually, that attached themselves to his hoodie and refused to let go. One was happily curled up in the hat, the other in the pouch pocket in front. He looked rather funny walking down the street towards the docks that way.

If someone wanted to get technical, they could say he had three of those problems, since Claire had one of her own that she was cuddling.

"I think you like that thing more than me."

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"It's cute," Claire said, tickling the little guy under the chin. "And he doesn't talk back."

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

Jon just shook his head as he stepped on the dock. "Are we sure they don't have rabies? Do they play fetch?"

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"They fish," Jack called, waving at them.

Thanks to the occasional spray thrown up by a wave, he now had three of them himself, all lined up on the edge of the boat, fishing.

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"OHMYGOSH!" Claire practically squealed. "How cute is that!"

The one she was carrying squirmed out of her arms and went to play with his friends.

"Hi, Jack."

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Jon waved distractedly, watching the fishing furries. "Yeah, hi. How did you end up with three?"

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"Get 'em wet and they reproduce," Jack answered. "Like amoebas. Amoebae? ...In the same manner that you start with one amoeba, and then blammo, there's two. I'd be worried there was something dark and sinister behind it, but they're just so gosh-darned CUTE."

Jack shrugged. "Anyhoo, I've got Christmas presents for you two, which are..." He checked his watch. "Just a tad late. I'm glad I didn't go with the Hickory Farms."

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"I don't think there is any way possible these little guys could be dark and sinister," Claire agreed.

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"Yeeeeah... I'm keeping an eye on them. At ANY rate, I've got stuff for you," Jack told them. He reached into a bag and pulled out two lumpy, S-shaped (http://www.yourprops.com/view_item.php?movie_prop=8459) packages wrapped in Christmas-y Sampsons wrapping paper and tied with shiny red ribbons.

"Now, officially, these units have been declared 'lost, presumed stolen'," Jack told them, "so if you ever come to my neck of the multiverse, it would be a bad idea to bring them. It's a little harder to lie to your boss when you report directly to the Joint Chiefs."

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Jon made grabby hands at one of his package and then snatched it right up. "Oh, you are my favorite General ever," he said as he ripped off the paper. Don't mind him for petting the zat.

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"Uh, thanks," Claire said, eying her zat. She had no idea what it was beyond some kind of weapon.

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

"It's an alien energy weapon," Jack told her. "Fries the nervous system. One shot stuns, and two is enough to kill most people. It's not a toy, so be careful with it."

"And don't ever shoot anything more than two times." Because that "the third shot disintegrates" feature had been mostly retconned away. Mostly.