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The Park, Saturday Afternoon

There were some days, especially at this time of year, where sitting inside in an office all day would be a horrible waste. That was Jonothon's reasoning, at least, for saying to hell with Boards budgets and script-reading and actually working today, grabbing an acoustic guitar and a bag of stale bread, and making his way to the park. The weather was still nice, or nice again, where he was sitting, looking at it from the other end of a winter in Glacia that had run through Fandom's summer. The ducks were... still jerks, but that was a state of being shared by pretty much every duck, he was sure.

It seemed like a good day to sit on a park bench, alternating between throwing bread to the birds and playing songs he hadn't played in forever, things he didn't often think to play, starting with Disney songs and moving along to the Beatles. He didn't sing along with any of it, his voice was still too raw and he never had before, but most of what he played was perfectly recognizable, with or without the lyrics.

Sometimes, you just needed to spend a day doing nothing in particular. Especially if there had once been a time when that nothing had meant almost everything to you.

[OOC: Open park! Jono will happily share bread for the ducks or take requests, today. It's that kind of day.]

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So, it wasn't strange at all for a blue guy with a beard and a crown to wander by in order to set up a crude trap that employed a box being propped up by a stick.

There was a cupcake placed next to that stick to lure people in.

Yeah, he was actually doing this. This was a thing that the Ice King was doing in the park.

And Jono... was going to sit and watch. A very different blue guy, who had neither box nor stick.

"Are you having much luck with that, mate?"

Already, a few ducks were eyeing that cupcake, at least.

The Ice King gave those ducks the stick eye. Which might have possibly been a literal stink eye because someone needed to bathe more often.

"Oh, you'll see."

No luck would happen. None.

Those poor, poor ducks.

"... What are you trying to catch, exactly?"

Jono, look at your life. Look at your choices. Do you really want to know?

OH, HE WANTED TO KNOW.

"A princess." Because the island had to be overrun with them, right? "Gotta prove to those horrible students that it can be done."

"Ah, you're the one teaching that class, then." Jono eyed the box. And the cupcake. It was definitely... a box with a cupcake, he had to give hi that. "Are there many princesses on the island at the moment, to you suppose?"

He was pretty sure he had at least one in his class, but he wasn't going to be telling this bloke about her.

"There's a castle," the Ice King pointed out like poor, simple Jono was... poor and simple.

So. Enjoy being poor and simple.

Poor Jono. So simple.

"... My. So there is. However did I miss that."

Jono even looked in the direction of the castle. Yes. Yes, that was definitely a castle. How could he possibly have been so mistaken, all this time.

"And it's a requirement that every castle have a princess?"

"It's not required, but it's a good indicator," the Ice King replied. "They seem to be pretty illusive so far. Playing hard to get."

Yes. That was exactly what they were doing.

"Perhaps they don't actually want to be caught," Jono suggested, because he was poor and simple and not at all properly forward-thinking. Truly. "What do you do with them once you have them, might I ask?"

SO SIMPLE.

"Marry them, duh." Gosh, they were lucky Jono wasn't a teacher. Waaaaaait a minute....

Those poor, poor children. Truly.

"So... you have many princess brides, then?"

Jono had to check. He wasn't seeing a wealth of them, but you really never knew, did you?

They would never gain the education that they need to survive now!

"I wouldn't be looking for one if I had it, would I?" He totally would. It was an addiction.

How would they ever survive without properly learning how to go to baseball games from a competent teacher? Those poor children!

"How am I to know? Perhaps you're looking to collect the full set, or something. Some people can't stop at just one."

Princesses. Potato crisps. Same thing.

...well, no one tell Jono about Potato Chip Princess.

"What are you trying to say?" the Ice King demanded, turning that stink eye on Jono now. Feel the force of the stink.

Jono really, really wished he couldn't feel the force of the stink, honestly.

"Oh, you know. Just that some people really enjoy their princesses, mate."

Wink wink, nudge nudge. From afar. Because of said stink.

"Yeah. Yeah. They do." Stinking up the joint.

Meanwhile, a duck as making it's way toward that cupcake.

"Hey! Get out of there!"

"And how to you know that duck isn't a princess in disguise?"

Sometimes, Jono enjoyed this island too much.

"Maybe that's why you haven't caught one, mate. You keep running off the legitimate ones."

Never mind that that duck in particular was a drake.

"She would have a crown!" he snapped, pointing up at his own super awesome crown. "See? A crown!"

"Ah... You're right. It's a shame you weren't at the party I was at last night, then. There were plenty of ladies wearing crowns there."

Also, lampshades. It had been one hell of a party.

"...there was a party? What? Why am I never invited to the parties?"

Could be the creep factor.

Entirely possible! Or the hygiene!

"Perhaps your invitation got lost in the mail?"

There had been posters.

"That must be it." Totally. "Yeah. Yeah, that's it."

"Postal service these days, mate. Honestly."

Jono grabbed a handful of bread and chucked it at the ducks, luring them away from the cupcake box... trap. Thing.

"Perhaps next time, hm?"

"Yeah! I'll be invited to the kind of parties you can only dream about!"

With blackjack. And princesses.

"And everyone else will be terribly envious, of course."

Especially Jono, who was only invited to the kind of parties that had fireworks. And mudslides. And cats in tiaras.

WAS THAT CAT A PRINCESS?

"They better be!"

ALL of the cats were princesses! At least in their own eyes. Hadn't the Ice King ever met a cat?

"Of course," he added, "it would be an awfully boring party for you if nobody else were invited."

Excuse you, it would just be his normal life.

"And the ladies."

"Ah, there you go, then. Much better."

Those poor, poor ladies.

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