The Park [Tuesday morning]

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Young Eric had woken up encased in a tomb, which was not his favorite thing (he'd never thought about it before, not being inclined to great introspection, but now he knew for sure: giant wooden box over his head as he slept was a no-go), so he'd bolted out of his room at just after dawn, thrown on some clothes (of a much finer quality than usual) and had gone off exploring.

...well, exploring until he got to the bathroom, where he ran the water for a solid thirty minutes, then spent some time flushing inappropriate things down the toilet. But now he was starving in the way only teenaged Vikings could be, which was why he was crouched behind a park bench with a spear, hoping that one of the squirrels popped out their heads so he could get it.

Mmm. Squirrel for breakfast.

[OOC: Soooo very open and open for SP.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack had woken up with no idea where he was, other than that it was someplace where they'd put electricity inside.

That was still a novelty to him, so he flicked his lightswitch on and off perhaps ten times before getting nervous he'd shock himself or break the wiring and carefully leaving it off. He dressed in the dark and headed out, deciding this must be one of Sebastien's tests.

Sebastien always had been fond of tests.

In the park, he spotted the young man with a spear and raised his eyebrows. "People hunt in town here?"

Curiouser and curiouser...

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Eric frowned back and made shushing motions with his hands. "//I'm trying to get breakfast here!//" he hissed in, well, modern Swedish Old Norse.

So that would be helpful.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack didn't completely follow, but ducked down beside the bench. Be quiet wasn't hard to understand in any language.

//Sorry,// he said, switching to German on the theory it was a likely second language for someone from ... whatever part of Scandinavia spoke whatever Eric was speaking. //I'm new here.//

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It sounded sort of familiar. Eric squinted at him, then at the tree where the squirrels were hiding. "Eric," he said, pointing at himself, then pointed to the tree. "//Food.//"

[bitten_notshy]

"Jack," Jack returned, with a little wave of hello. //There's no place to buy food in town?//

This was stranger to him than waking up in a house with electricity on the inside.

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"//Buy?//"

Fish gotta swim, Vikings gotta vike...

[bitten_notshy]

Jack blinked, answered the question with another question. He was perhaps oblivious to the need for vikings to vike.

//... where are we?//

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"I don't."

Because that bore mentioning.

"This looks weird to you too, huh?"

[bitten_notshy]

"It's a park," Jack answered, relieved someone at least didn't seem totally insane. (Though her clothes were another question.) "Why would you hunt in a park? There have to be restaurants in town."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Hey, excuse you, her black t-shirt and tight black jeans were totally cool, thank you very much. They helped her demonstrate how she totally didn't care about anything, see?

Sixteen-year-old April wasn't that subtle.

In any event, she held up her bag of fast food. "Like wherever this came from," she volunteered. "Mooby Land. That sounds... appetizing."

At least she still had her sarcasm. Whew.

[bitten_notshy]

"Sounds terrific. What on earth is a Mooby?" Jack wondered. (A black t-shirt and jeans seemed like underwear to him; he wasn't sure where to put his eyes, and mostly just talked to the grass.)

He tilted his head at her, realizing something else from her accent. "You're from the Colonies." Because that was totally what everybody called the Americas, right?

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you aren't?" Pawnee didn't get a lot of international travelers, see. "What are you doing here, then?"

Because of course they were in Pawnee, duh. See all that classic Indiana architecture everywhere? ...Okay, look, she hadn't given this much thought.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack shook his head, laughed a bit. "That's what I've been trying to figure out. I've never been here before. It looks a bit French, doesn't it?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April wandered into the park with a bag of fast food, which coincidentally had been the only food in whatever strange apartment she'd woken up in this morning. Ugh, veggie burgers.

Then she spotted the possibly-homeless guy sticking a spear through slates of the bench and got distracted mid-bite. "Uh... hey."

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These people were terrible hunters, Eric decided, scowling. And weirdly dressed.

"//Do you mind? I'm trying to kill my breakfast.//"

Because April would understand Old Norse, right?

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April did not understand Old Norse. The options were English or Spanish, Eric. Take your pick.

"What." Okay, so the guy didn't speak the language and he was cranky. She was further convinced that he might be homeless. And, well, it wasn't like she was loving this fast food anyway, so she reached into the bag and offered Eric an still-wrapped veggie burger.

Vampires liked those, right?

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Eric stared suspiciously at the package. Was he supposed to eat paper? His Viking feelings were hurt!

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

RUDE.

"Whatever, you don't have to have it," April said. Yay, more English for Eric to not understand! She peeled back the paper, giving him a glimpse of what he was passing up. "Veggie burgers are pretty gross anyway."

[texted3times]

Was that supposed to be food? Yuck.

"//What the fuck is that?//" he demanded in the equally helpful Old Norse.

[abitlowkey]

Someone speaking Old Norse? OF COURSE LOKI WAS THERE.

Okay, he'd actually just been on his way to sweet, sweet latte goodness, but still. His skills could be used!

"Hello, crazed person!" Loki said brightly. Ikol just sighed from his perch on Loki's shoulder.

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"Shhhhhhhh," said Eric like a not-very bright person to a god.

[abitlowkey]

It was okay, he was a wee god. "Why are we shhing?"

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"//Does no one speak properly?!//" Eric huffed, hefting his spear up and pointing it at the tree.

Squirrel! The breakfast of champions!

[abitlowkey]

"//Do you?//" Loki asked, exchanging a glance with the magpie.

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"//FINALLY,//" Eric said a little to boisterously to keep the squirrels who weren't on the radio clock to stick around. "//I am Eric. What are you wearing.//"