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.]

Comments

[not_mandonna]

Being a bear was great. You could wear a Bears jersey with a fuzzy winter hat and sunglasses and it was totally in style, you could lumber around with a bear pal at your side and not have to make any pesky conversation, and you could even point and growl loudly at one of those upstart polar bears who thought it was okay to steal another bear's territory and try to be all cute about it.

Grr, polar bear. Grr.

[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?