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fandomtownies2012-10-13 04:24 pm
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The Park, Saturday afternoon
The town was extra quiet this week, to the point where Coulson felt he should probably add just a tiny bit of noise to the world. In this case, that noise was the turning pages of a newspaper in which, strangely, it seemed like there was nothing but good news. Maybe it was a joke newspaper or the editor just bought a kitten or something, but Coulson would take it. A day like this really made it good to be alive.
[OOC: Speaking of good news and Coulson being alive: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Can be open, sure, even if I mostly posted JUST TO SPAZ OUT A BIT.]
[OOC: Speaking of good news and Coulson being alive: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Can be open, sure, even if I mostly posted JUST TO SPAZ OUT A BIT.]

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"Come back here, you crazy dog! What kind of news dog are you?"
And Carl soon followed, trying to catch all the newspapers that were escaping from the dog's carrying satchel as well as the dog. When the pup barked and started chasing round a tree after a squirrel, Carl took advantage and paused himself, trying to catch his breath.
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"Does everyone have one of these tablet things?" He shifted the papers a little and reached for his recorder, hitting the record button. "If so, it's not just the radio and general apathy that I have to compete with."