The Streets of Town, Tuesday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

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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[glacial_queen]

Karla had been heading to Jono's to get the scolding she knew was coming. She'd expected the growling--though not the target. She'd expected the coke, having dealt with the polar bears before.

She was not expecting Jono and...the other guy...to be shambling. Or grunting. Or--did that guy just headbutt a bear?

[furnaceface]

It had been a mighty headbutt and had put that polar bear in its place, hadn't it?

It probably really was helpful that these polar bears were friendly, yeah.

Jono contented himself, for a while, with flopping down to take a seat right there on the ground to drink his Coke. What better place to do so? And standing up was hard work.

So, yeah. Jono, sitting on the side of the road, holding a bottle of soda between two big, awkward paws (well, they were big, at least?) and occasionally making a 'snurfle' sound that indicated that he was pretty satisfied, for a bear. Enjoy that scene laid out before you, Karla. Jonothon was probably going to fly to New York to try to ride out the mortification as soon as the venom wore off.

[glacial_queen]

As a good friend, there was only one thing to do in this situation: pull out her phone and start recording. While speaking in a faux-Australian accent.

"What we 'ave 'ere are two wild gremlin-bit males in their natural 'abitat," she intoned. "Crikey! Look at their displays. Must be some kind of awkward mating behavior, wot?"