Book Haven, Thursday

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

There really hadn't been much point in opening the store last week, so Rosalind hadn't. She'd been more interested what had been happening around town to spend the day cooped up with a bunch of books.

This week, though, she was back behind the counter, checking inventory.

When the polar bear came in, Rosalind raised her eyebrows at it. It offered her a Coke.

"I see," she said dryly, taking the drink and then fending off a hug because there was no way that was happening. "Another one of those days? Well, try not to get in the way of the customers."

The shop was open and there was a sign outside that said:

Now hiring! Apply inside!

The Park, Thursday Morning

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April was on a park bench, bundled up and reading a zombie novel, when she was patted on the shoulder by someone who was either wearing mittens or had paws. She looked up. It was the latter.

Yesterday it had been baby chickens and today it was polar bears. April was starting to think that the universe really, really liked her lately.

"Thanks," she said, genuinely warmly, to the bear who was offering her a soda. "Wanna sit?"

The bench creaked under the bear's weight, but nothing bad happened, and April enjoyed a few moments in quiet silence with her ursine companion. After that, the bear got up and left. April kind of missed it.

The streets of Fandom, Thursday afternoon

[14andseven]

Roland had his first really large, attentive audience since he moved to the island.

The trouble was, they were made up entirely of polar bears. Who wanted to pay him in soda. And only wanted to hear "I'd like to buy the world a Coke". Not even the longer single version about teaching the world to sing, the actual jingle. On repeat.

And, well, they were polar bears, so it wasn't like Roland could argue with them, could he? They had claws and sharp, pointy teeth.

And for some reason, cheerful red scarves.

Okay, then.

[ooc: open!]

The Park, Thursday late night

[amthenight.livejournal.com]

After an evening in Baltimore, Batman made his way back to Fandom and took a quick patrol on the island before making his way to the Batcave. He was in the park when he saw a sure sign of supervillainy.

"Where are you, Fries?" Batman called out as the polar bear approached. Batman settled into his preferred polar-bear fighting stance, waiting for the bear to take any aggressive actions. That's when the bear reached behind his back and... pulled out a bottle of ice cold Coca-Cola.

That was not what Batman expected.

"Poison?" Batman asked, holding his stance. The bear stepped slightly closer, trying once again to hand the bottle over with a friendly little grunt. "Victor Fries never trained his bears to be this friendly." The bear seemed to shrug. When Batman cautiously took the bottle, the polar bear finally struck... by throwing an arm across his shoulders like they were old friends. This was weird.

"You're not moving until I take a drink, are you?" Batman asked. The bear grunted playfully. "Fine." Batman pulled a bottle opener out of his utility belt, popped the cap off, and took a swig. The bear appeared to cheer and slapped Batman on the back before going on his way.

"This town," Batman muttered before continuing on with his patrol.

[OOC: Can be open if anyone's hanging around the park.]