Tuesday, December 18th, 2012

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Sometimes Max had the patience to wait until noon for burgers. Sometimes he did not. When there were polar bears in his hotel room giving him Cokes and making him all hungry, he definitely did not.

Which was why as the clock struck noon on Tuesday, he could be found exiting Mooby Land, having just enjoyed a... well, a breakfast of burgers and fries. And it was delicious, thank you. The polar bear he'd shared his breakfast with thought so as well.

Jonothon, on the other hand, was less in a hurry to get himself a burger, and more... feeling hungry after his radio broadcast that morning, and not particularly in a rush to get back to The Boards in order to do... some paperwork or other. He was just passing by Max on his own way in to Mooby as the other man exited, and he offered him a nod and a slightly amused smirk. What better place to bump into someone he'd mocked Ronald McDonald with than at the clown's competition, right?

And Max would have reciprocated that nod. He would have, if it weren't for a sudden sharp pain in his left ankle. With a yelp of "Ow!", he turned around to identify the source of the pain and found... a tiny green something-or-other scampering off on its way, but not before nipping at Jono's ankle, too.

That... couldn't be good.

[[prewritten with [livejournal.com profile] apocalipped, ofc! 'stablishy, but there is another bit to come!]]
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Hanna was at the store with a caffeinated beverage to keep her awake. Usually, she went with some sort of coffee drink. Today, it was a bottle of Coke given to her by a polar bear. She was certain that when a polar bear handed you a bottle of Coke, you were supposed to take it. Besides, who could really resist those adorable faces?

Sometimes she really loved this town.


[no ocd today]

Caritas- Tuesday

Tuesday, December 18th, 2012 01:43 pm
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Kitty, still in a great mood from the weekend, had shown up at Caritas today expecting a (semi) normal day of work (for Fandom).

And then just after opening, a polar bear strode in through the door. Normally this might be a cause of alarm, but between the sanctuary spell and the fact that weird things happened here all the time, she mostly wanted to see what would happen.

What happened was the bear rose up onto its hind legs... and offered her a bottle of Coke. Warily, Kitty reached out to take it with a "Thank you?" and then watched it do the same for Tino. Once that was done, it went down on all fours and left the bar.

There was a moment of silence, and Kitty had to turn to Tino and check, "Did a polar bear just walk into my bar and hand us Coke?"

Tino ignored her, too busy looking for the bottle opener.


[YOU KNOW WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO THIS WITHOUT OCD TODAY.]
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There were bears in the streets of town today. Polar bears, yes, armed with bottles of Coca-Cola with spreading cheer and carbonated beverages in mind. But they weren't the only ones prowling Fandom Island's walkways, lumbering about and growling at people and seeking out picnic baskets or honey pots, or maybe just the bear necessities of life.

Of course, the fact that the two grumpy bears that were making their way down Fandom's streets weren't usually bears didn't occur to Jono or Max. And neither did the possibility that their cranky mid-winter prowling (in Chicago Bears jerseys, because bear costumes aren't easy to find this time of year) might be caught on film for blackmail material later. All they cared about was that it was December, it was cold, they were hungry, and they were well overdue for some good old-fashioned hibernating. So, as soon as they found maybe a bowl of porridge that was just right, they'd find a cave somewhere and go back to sleep, and be out of everybody's hair.

Grrr.

[Open! With some SP in mind for being-at-work-ness, but we kinda had to.]
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A little over a week until the full moon, and Jackson was feeling pretty great about himself. He was excited, he wouldn't deny it. His mood wasn't even dampened by his walk across town to the Perk where he had to first deal with a call from Scott hassling him about things back home (apparently Lydia had gone AWOL from the hospital, naked) like it was his problem, and then some polar bears that insisted on giving him bottles of Coke.

He had only one bottle with him as he got to the Perk, where he got himself an Americano and took a seat at one of the tables. Still managing to look smug while he absently watched the polar bears on the street outside the window.

[ooc: Open! But thread with Derek is chronologically last and will contain a little bit from TW S02E01 'Omega'. Which is where some of what's above came from as well!]

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