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Eric Northman ([personal profile] texted3times) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2011-02-02 09:12 pm

The Park [evening after sunset]

Eric--after a wardrobe change that did not involve wearing cartoon cats on his chest, thank you very much, Jessica--was out wandering aimlessly.

He stopped on a bench and glanced up at one of the squirrels. He prefered people to Tru Blood, he was almost sure of that, but he had no memory of trying out wildlife...

As if the squirrel could read narrative sense the giant Viking's thoughts, it took off in a mad dash of rustled leaves and bits of notebook paper.

[OOC: So open.]

[identity profile] nomoreveruca.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
With Nicky safely with a sitter, Cally was out on the town as it were. Or really, she was on her way to Caritas but got distracted by the handsome man who was out in the park.

She was intrigued enough to wander over and give the man a smile and a wave.

"Enjoying the weather, or are you on your way somewhere?" she asked.

[identity profile] nomoreveruca.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, then you're crazy," Cally said with a chuckle. "Or enjoy awful weather."

She stuck out a hand in greeting. "Cally Tyrol. Not exactly the resident welcoming committee, but something like it."

[identity profile] nomoreveruca.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen a lot worse," Cally admitted. "Rough winter on New Caprica makes this look like a tropical resort. But I'm honestly not so interested in talking about the weather. I'm more interested in finding out what brings you to our little island."

[identity profile] nomoreveruca.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"No idea?" Cally said. She was getting the impression from his short answers he wasn't really wanting to talk. "Well, no matter the reason, I guess I should say you're more than welcome here. As long as you're not a robot."

[identity profile] nomoreveruca.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you're not the first vampire I've met," Cally said with a smile. "I used to have one as a classmate, actually. So you'll find we're not vampire-phobic here. At least, not the folks that knew Angel. And I think one of my tenants is a vampire, too, actually."

[identity profile] bootlessjane.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Jane's intention hadn't been to wander around aimlessly; she had a very particular goal in seeing if perhaps the gremlins would come out more at night, but she had made the very silly mistake of not realizing that it would be much harder to make and read notes once the sun had set.

"Oh, bother," she muttered, frowning at her notebook as she emerged from behind the tree she had been hoping to use as cover. She narrowed her eyes and then lifted them, as if that would make her feel better, and then she sighed. "I suppose if I got a candle, but that would only let them know I was here...." She sighed heavily, clearly put out by this unforseen situation. "I suppose I shall just have to remember it all, and..."

There was more, but it was mostly disappearing into a fragmented mumble of digressions under her breath.

[identity profile] bootlessjane.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
That certainly snapped Jane's attention up, with a spark of excitement that maybe, just maybe, gremlins actually did know language, but, of course, that was just silly and of course it was just a person and her shoulders sagged, just for a moment.

She then smile, though, straightening herself up again as she said, "Oh, hello. Lovely evening for a walk, isn't it?"

[identity profile] bootlessjane.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Jane laughed a little, embarrassed as it was hardly ladylike to be stalking around in the trees, and waved her hand as if to dismiss it as she tucked her notebook into the crook of her other arm. "Oh, well, no, not exactly. You see, I was doing some research, if you'd believe it. Trying to see some of the island's....exotic wildlife in its natural habitat. I'm a bit of a scientist, you know."

Said, naturally, with the utmost glee and relishing in the wonderful scandal of it all.

[identity profile] bootlessjane.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
With Jane, Eric might be surprised.

"Oh, well, the squirrels, obviously," she gushed easily, any reservations she had going right out the proverbial window. "But they're not as interesting once you find out that they're just as likely to follow you as much as you follow them. There are the teal deer, of course, they're absolutely beautiful and so graceful, and they're especially lovely when you see them in pairs and I've even caught four of them at once! They seem to be mostly singular creatures, from my observations, so it's quite a treat to see them in numbers. But the one I'm particularly hoping to see some is this elusive creature that the locals call a gremlin. Rumour has it that there might be a hallucinogen in their venom that makes a person act entirely out of their gourd! One bite, and that's all it takes to have you act like an utter loon, believing you're someone or something else. I've been hearing ever so much about them, but I've yet to see any sign of them. I'd think my leg was being pulled, but there is data to support that it might not just be myth..."
Edited 2011-02-03 03:32 (UTC)

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
While not exactly working nights anymore, old habits died hard. Which meant Vimes was simply going to make a quick patrol around the island before settling in for the evening.

As one does.

"Evening," he said, striking a match in the proper copper cliche to light his cigar.

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Vimes took the time for a lazy puff of smoke before letting that one drift on past him. Oh, clever men.

"New in town?" said the oh, so social one.

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"And now you're sitting in the park at night," Vimes prompted helpfully. "Doing well so far."

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well, when faced with a question like that, Vimes could only ask: "The park or night?"

The sincerity of his tone was dubious at best.