The Park, Saturday Early Evening

[furnaceface]

Getting a little stir-crazy waiting around the Boards for his collar's power packs to recharge, Jono had decided to go take a walk around the island, appreciate the spring weather, because lord only knew how often his chances to do that again were going to come up. He'd even brought some stale bread from his neglected kitchen along for the ducks, and he was half through the bag when he felt a sharp sting against his ankle.

He peered down to see what in the world it was, and a gremlin clad in an impressive amount of black leather grinned toothily up at him before smacking the side of his leg a good one all over again with... was that a tiny riding crop? What in the world was a gremlin even doing with one of those?

No, you know what, Jonothon didn't even want to know.

"Do you mind, mate? I generally don't do that sort of thing without settling on a safewo-- Bloody hell!"

Really, he probably should have seen that bite coming from a mile away. Too late now, since Jono was already headed back home. He had to get ready for his evening job, after all.

[OOC: Open for all your kinky gremlin lovebite-modding needs! Or other things you might do in the park. I'm not going to judge, here. Jon's not available for interaction here, but he'll be out and about later!]

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[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

The good news was, although April had come through the park with Cliff on one of her as-slow-as-possible-while-also-getting-it-over-with-as-soon-as-she-could Saturday afternoon walks, only she got bitten by a gremlin, and not her pitbull.

The bad news was -- well. She did get bitten.

And as soon as she was done inspecting the back of her ankle for blood, April bent down to inspect Cliff's collar. As soon as she got him home, she was going to need to use it.

[playsforkepesh]

Like April, Sam was walking through the park fairly quickly, and didn't notice the gremlins - she had allergies something fierce today, and didn't want to be outside for any longer than necessary.

Unfortunately, that meant that a gremlin was able to climb up her leg without her even noticing until it sank in its teeth.

Oh. Oh, dear. Sam had been warned about this.

[nookiepowered]

Someday, Bo would learn not to cut across the park on her way to work.

Or at least wear gremlin-repellant, something she'd stopped doing about a week after she started because she hated both smelling like Lemon Pledge and suspecting that the office staff were snickering at her behind her back.

Today was not that day.

"Ow! Little fu--"

Looking down for a gremlin to kick changed at the speed of venom through veins to looking a little dizzily down at her own clothes.

Leather pants, thigh-high boots, corset-top, leather jacket.

"Well, isn't that adorable. Baby's First Scene Clothes." Curling her lip and turning right back around to head for home and closet, Madame Isabeau peered suspiciously into the dusk. "Whoever dressed me in this pile of Passage to Paradise craptackle, you're not cute, you're not funny, and you're not getting punished tonight."

You'd think it would be even more dangerous crossing the park again in a black silk dress, matching opera gloves, a string of pearls, and a pair of four-inch stiletto-heeled pumps, but you'd be very, very wrong. Unless you meant dangerous for you.

[Shh. A LADY CAN CHANGE HER OUTFIT.]

[filleauloup]

Éponine only meant to cut through the park on her way to Caritas; a mishap in the mail room had resulted in a much longer workday than anticipated, and she was irritable, distracted, and very much wanting to get a drink.

She had a steady stream of muttering going under her breath as she walked, a nice long diatribe about clumsy coworkers, packing peanuts (and who on earth started calling them that, they didn't look like nuts at all), and why in hell anyone would try to ship flying goldfish from another planet anyhow. She was, as a result, in no state of mind to notice the gremlin that grabbed the hem of her skirt, swung itself up onto her foot, and sank its teeth into her ankle just above her shoe.

In her agitated state of mind, she wasn't likely to notice for a bit anyway.

[so_hawkward]

Normally, Clint's trips through the park were trips around the park as Lucky walked him in circles until he found just the right tree to mark as his territory. But tonight, Clint was heading straight through on his way to Caritas.

Maybe being on the island was making him slow or maybe gremlins were faster than expected, but either way, Clint didn't realize his first gremlin encounter was happening until the thing was already on his arm. He tried to shake it off, but it held on long enough to sink its teeth in and bite him before hopping off and running away.

This was turning out to be such a good weekend, really.