Impromptu Ice-Skating Party In The Park, Friday Afternoon

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Not a lot of people knew this, but April was a huge fan of cold weather. And despite her generally sedentary life, she was even a fan of cold weather activities. Like figure skating.

She stopped by the pond in the park a few times early this morning before she determined that it was completely frozen over. And while ordinarily she wouldn't trust a just-frozen pond to have thick enough ice to be sturdy, the ice that had somehow manifested on dry land was pretty sturdy, so April figured that this was an island thing and she could probably trust it.

Famous last words (well, thoughts), but April was going with it.

She strapped on a pair of hockey skates she had rented from the sporting goods place in town, set her iPod on the ground just off to the side with the volume cranked way up, and she glided onto the ice.

She was actually a pretty great skater, and if anyone else stopped by, she was going to implore them to join her. Just saying.

[[open ice-skating party! come play!]]

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[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin had really only been on her way to get lunch, but...

She leaned against a tree near the ice rink and crossed her arms. "Well, this looks homey."

To a Valkyrie, anyway.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Depends where your home is," April noted, gliding to a stop only somewhat awkwardly. "If it's in southwestern Indiana, then yeah."

[fjordicswagger]

"Some place like that," Tamsin said, tilting her head. "Having trouble navigating?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"I meant me." Yeah, April, she probably understood that. "I'm good, but this sucks without walls and crappy other skaters to crash into. How are you at this?"

Nice sell, Ludgate.

[fjordicswagger]

"Better than you," Tamsin said dryly.

Scandinavian turned Canadian, here. Skating was in her blood.

"So sell this to me. Why do I want to come skate on your rink?"

Yeah, she knew what you were getting at, April.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Hmm. April thought about that. "You can show off," she pointed out, contemplating. "No obstacles or annoying fallen little show-offy kids on the ice. And the soundtrack is awesome."

The song on her iPod had just changed to German death reggae.

[fjordicswagger]

"What is that?" Tamsin asked. "A recording of a cat throwing up?"

Not that she necessarily had a problem with that, but... nose wriggle.