The Sidewalk Near J,GoB | Thursday Afternoon

[not_mandonna]

Max rolled out of bed around two-thirty, put on some sunglasses and a cardigan, and made his way to J,GoB for his morning chocolate croissants. It was a typical morning in the neighborhood, nothing too horrifying going on on the stairs between The Arms and the store, until--

-- until there was a bird. With a bright blue egg. And they were in the way of Max's pastries, right in the middle of the sidewalk, obstructing his path inside.

That was unacceptable.

"But-- come on!" Max whined. "Dumb bird."

Okay, new plan. He was just going to stand here and stare it down with his hands on his hips until it moved. That would definitely work.

[[open! someone 50's-ify this guy for me.]]

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[justlurkinghere]

After his encounters with both Jessica and Stiles yesterday, Derek had woken up a little... different this morning. He was grey-scale for one. He was also very chipper and had somehow managed to find a Fandom High letterman jacket.

No, we're not sure where he got it either.

"Hey, sport!"

[not_mandonna]

Oooh, hot bartender. "Do you mean the bird or me?" Max wanted to know, gesturing between the annoying dodo and himself. Because that would affect his response.

[justlurkinghere]

"Is that a joke?" Derek asked with a grin that totally got all the girls. It also helped that he was the star quarterback at the university.

So. You know. There's that.

[not_mandonna]

"...No," Max said, dragging out the word. But it was possible that it was a silly question. He tended to ask a lot of those. "You're aware that you are monochrome, correct?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Is that some kind of egghead word?" Awww, 50's Derek was like a big, dumb puppy.

[not_mandonna]

He might even get along with Scott in this state!

"You're grey, dude," Max shared.

That should clear things up.

[justlurkinghere]

They'd end up discussing girls. It would end in tears.

"Is that some new slang? I'm not down with those beatniks."

[not_mandonna]

Tears of joy at finding a new BFF, you mean. That's right, Stiles. Introduce 50's Derek to Scott and you'd have to find yourself a new bro. And a new cuddle buddy.

Max thought back on the last few weeks, considered how insane this town was, and ventured, "I'm gonna go ahead and guess that you do not think it's 2012 right now."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, he did enjoy snuggling...

"I think we'd have flying cars by then."

[bitten_notshy]

"What kind of bird is that?" Jack asked, frowning. He'd been buried in schoolwork for days, and had not yet noticed the oddities on the island.

Things didn't look good, though.

"... and hi."

[justlurkinghere]

Hope you were expecting a perfectly tossed football aimed at your head, Jack. Because Derek was so excited about the big game, he had to spread the cheer.

"Heads up, Jack!"

[bitten_notshy]

Werewof reflexes. Jack caught it without thinking. then stood there holding the football awkwardly.

"What in the hell?" he asked. "You're gray."

This was a thing that required many italics.

[justlurkinghere]

"Don't be a square, Jack." Yes. Don't be a square.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack tossed the football back, with sloppy form but a fair degree of force. "I'm not being a square."

[justlurkinghere]

Sure you weren't, Jack. Sure you weren't.

Derek caught the ball with an honest to god grin. "You're coming to the big game, right?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I didn't know there was a game," Jack said uneasily, remembering a promise to Stiles. "Here?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Of course." No, Derek was too busy dealing with his dead, dead uncle during that game. SORRY, JACK. "I'm hoping to get scouted for the pros!"

What.

[bitten_notshy]

Really, the narration was about right.

"What?"

[not_mandonna]

"No clue, man," Max said regretfully, still eyeing the dodo with distaste. "It's blocking my croissant access, though. Which means it must be destroyed."

That last part was said in an intentionally creepy voice. The bird looked unaffected.

[bitten_notshy]

"Don't get too close, it probably turns people into flying reindeer," Jack said suspiciously.

[not_mandonna]

"Probably," Max sighed. "And what's with that egg? It looks like two of my grandma's cereal bowls shoved together."

[bitten_notshy]

"I think I don't want to know," Jack decided. then added sarcastically, "Though there is always the possibility it's full of delicious candy."

[not_mandonna]

"Oh gosh, candy?" Max exclaimed just as sarcastically, though with quite a bit more fake enthusiasm.

Then he remembered that candy was actually awesome.

"...Maybe I could just kick it down some stairs to see if it breaks..."

[bitten_notshy]

"I would watch that." Jack sounded more interested now. "In the name of science, of course."

[not_mandonna]

"Yeah, science, schmience," Max said, completely disregarding the fact that there was a young, very stupid football player right there who believed that he was a doctor. "I'm checking for candy."

He prodded the idiot ball with his foot toward the ledge of the nearest flight of stairs, then glanced back at Jack. "Ready?"

For what, Max? For stupidity?