the park ; tuesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hadn't really been getting out a lot lately. He didn't really mind that either. He'd been doing just fine sticking to his room and the dorms and occasionally venturing out for class or to go off island. But today, he'd taken a leisurely walk into town and settled himself down on a bench.

The weather was warmer and that plus the feeling of the bench between him reminded him of some better times in New York. Benches weren't ideal for sleeping on but when he'd been too wrecked or embarrassed to go to Joi's, they made for good makeshift beds. He'd slept in worse places.

Flick stretched out his legs in front of him and leaned back, propping his head against the back of the bush and closing his eyes. Maybe he'd fall asleep here for old times sake. Or maybe he'd take a rare moment to himself to not think about anything and not worry about anything.

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[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

A walk in the park seemed a good way to get out of the dorms, and the sky, trees and grass had changed little from his time. Ichabod was looking for something else, however.

Planes. His 'big sibling' Alana had mentioned that if you look up into the sky you would eventually see one. So Ichabod tried to combine staring up at the clouds and keeping an eye where he was going. It worked reasonably well until he bumped into the bench on which a boy lay sleeping.

[flickofthewrist]

Jostling awake, Flick peered at the interruption in annoyance. He didn't recognize the kid which probably meant he was still new. Still, that had been a nice sort of nap he'd been having.

"Having some trouble walking?" he asked, sitting up a little straighter.

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"My sincerest apologies, I didn't mean to wake you," Ichabod said, pointing up at the sky. "I'm looking for planes."

[flickofthewrist]

"Planes?" Flick repeated, rubbing his eyes and peering up at the sky. "As in airplanes or jets?"

He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen any fly over the island now that he was thinking about it.

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"I was told by miss Alana that I could see them in the sky," Ichabod clarified. "And I'm most curious to see how people cross the Atlantic in this time." He added: "I've also been told of 'space ships'. My roommate has kindly offered to show me one."

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"You probably can if you look long enough, yeah," Flick said, nodding. "There's a few airports not too far away that probably use this airspace."

He found himself looking up at the sky now. Space ships weren't something he was that familiar with even though he knew they existed.

"Guessing you're not from this time at all, are you? Were we still using train and boats back where you're from? Or even earlier than that?"

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"I left my home in 1771. Boats were common, trains I haven't heard of," he said. "My name is Ichabod Crane, and as I'm sure you've guessed I'm new here."

[flickofthewrist]

"I've guessed that, yeah," Flick said, remembering his manners and offering Ichabod a hand. "Good to meet you. I'm Flick and you're a long way and a long time from home. Getting by okay?"

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Ichabod shook his hand. "A pleasure to meet you to, mr..? And yes, I am getting by. People are being very helpful."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mr. Flick but calling me Flick is just fine," he said, nodding and giving his hand a shake. "And yeah, this place is one giant welcoming committee. It's kind of scary, actually."

Well, if you weren't used to it, at least. "Might wanna be careful while you're looking for airplanes or you might end up in a lake or the ocean."

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

"Flick. And I wouldn't call it scary," Ending up more than 200 years into the future, that was scary, "But unusual. And thank you for your concern, but I won't stumble near any lakes or oceans."

[flickofthewrist]

"Figured I should do my part to be helpful," said Flick, giving his shoulders a shrug. "How'd you end up here anyway? It's pretty amazing that people from so far in the past and the future are able to get here."

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

"I was under the impression that I had enrolled in a school in my own time, and in my own country, but I ended up here. There is no explanation for it as far as I can see," he said. "And what about yourself? Did you expect to come here?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Not really," Flick said, shaking his head. "I ran into some trouble back home and ended up here as a way to hide. Kind of a chickenshit thing to do but it worked out for the best."

Mostly for the best.

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"A good thing the trouble wasn't of the kind that follows you," Ichabod replied. "Again, apologies for interrupting your nap." He shot a glance up at the sky. "This seems to be a bad day for plane watching."

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"It's okay, I probably shouldn't be sleeping outside anyway," Flick said, waving a hand. "Just means I'm a prime target for a sudden rainstorm of chocolate or beer or something like that."

Wouldn't be as exciting as plane watching but it'd be something in the sky, at least!

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"Should I be concerned about rainstorms of food?" Ichabod had no clue what to expect here anymore, and it made him a little uneasy not to be able to pick up whether people were joking.

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"Not concerned but prepared," Flick said, shrugging. "Not that I know how to prepare for that besides being close to a shower and knowing how to do laundry."

He continued, "I'd be more concerned about things like storms that bring in sharks. I wish I was kidding about that. Really wish I was."

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"So is this island more dangerous than one would expect from a first impression?" Ichabod asked, raising an eyebrow.

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"Normally, it's like this," Flick said, waving a hand around to the peaceful, nice day they were having right now. "And then at other times? Yeah, it can be pretty dangerous. I don't know how one little island attracts the kind of stuff it does but shit does happen."

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

"I see." Ichabod wasn't sure how to react to this. What was he to do? He was stuck on an island in the Colonies, 200 years into the future, which he how was told could be a dangeous place.

Assuming a lightness to his voice, as he didn't want to come across as frightened, he said: "And what do people here do to protect themselves?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Arm themselves, mostly," Flick replied, shrugging. "There's a lot of pretty competent fighters around here, actually. If you're not a fighter, then you hole up in your room or the library. But, even those aren't always one hundred percent safe."