The park, Saturday afternoon/evening

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"Booooored," Kenzi complained. She was perched on the back of the park bench next to Roland, while he played all the sunny warm weather songs either of them could think of. Which had lead to a fun sing-a-long on "Kokomo" with anyone who'd been walking by. "I want something to happen. Something new."


[ooc: for the one modded, but open to anyone going by!]

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Roland gave her a side-eye as he strummed his guitar. "That sounds like tempting fate."

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"Fate, fate. C'meeeeere, fate," Kenzi crooned. "No, I'm serious, I would take running away from monsters right now, as long as I got head start. Also, I wish the weather would lighten up. I want sunshine, do you hear me, clouds?"

...and with a suddenness that should have been accompanied by a high-pitched AHHHHHH! there was a break in the haze overhead, and suddenly sunlight pouring onto their park bench.

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Roland frowned up at the sky, then looked down at his guitar. Then back up at the sky.

Did he. . . ? He wasn't even playing anything particular right now. "Did you just do that?"

Was he talking to Kenzi or his guitar? Honestly, it could go either way.

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Kenzi squinted upward, then back down at Roland. She leaned over to poke his guitar. "I bet it was her. Somehow. Do it some more!" she demanded of the instrument. Just in case it wasn't her, though, Kenzi said, "And while you're at it, I wish for those kicky new purple boots I saw online last night."

TADA!

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Roland clutched his guitar a little tighter and stared at those boots suspiciously. "You definitely tempted fate."

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"And Fate gave in and became my bitch!" Kenzi squealed, picking up the boots and hugging them. "Yes! Yes! You do it! Come on! Wish something on your magic guitar!"

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"That's not how she works," Roland objected. "I have to actually be playing." Which he definitely wasn't, now, what with the clutching and staring.

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"Oh come onnnn!" Kenzi whined, reaching out for the guitar. "Please, pretty please, please, magic guitar, I wish, I wish..." Damn, what to wish for Roland?

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"She's not magic!" Roland protested, shifting the guitar away from her again. "It must be you. Maybe you're really a genie."

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"Unnnh!" Kenzi stamped her foot. Then realized she had new boots to put on. She kicked off her shoes and started struggling into them. "I wish--" Caaaareful. "IF this is true, if I can wish things, I WISH YOU WERE WEARING A SPACE SUIT!"

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And then he was. He let out a little yelp and jumped, as though he could back away from his own outfit. "Hey! I liked that jacket!"

Then he checked his guitar. It was a little harder to hang onto her with his hands all gloved up. At least he hadn't dropped her.

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"WIN!" Kenzi got up, dancing on the bench with one boot on and screeched, "I wish I had-- I wish for a big fat briefcase full of, of, ten million dollars!"

Later, she'd be mad she hadn't said a hundred million, but she was so amped up she didn't think of that at the time. Just BRIEFCASE OF MONIES!

And so it was. A shiny silver Haliburton full of it, in fact.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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Roland backed up a little on the bench. "Be careful!" he said. "What if your wishes have ironic twists?!"

He wasn't much of a reader, but Roland had seen enough fantasy television shows to know that wishes had consequences.

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"There is no irony, only money! MONEY MONEY MONEY! MONEY! YEAH! SING IT, ROLAND!"

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"I don't think I should give you any more free songs," Roland said. "Now that you're rich."

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"Here! Have a thousand dollars! Buy yourself a new jacket!" Kenzi gave him a wad of cash, grinning like a fiend. "And for my next wish... Ooooo, um, um..."

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Yeah, Roland was not going to turn down a thousand dollars. He tried to work one of the gloves off. "You could wish me my old clothes back."

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"Pfft, no, I just gave you a thousand dollars. And you look good in a suit." Kenzi cackled, rubbing her hands together. "Ooo! Hot guy in a hot tub with a cute cat!"

Blaming those insurance commercials was probably the way to go here.



"Hey," the guy said, lazily enjoying his soak.

The cat looked perturbed. And if it could speak, it would say, WTF did you do why is this my life?

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That got another yelp out of Roland. "Okay, how about I wish for you to not have any more wishes?"

Was that soapy cat eyeing his guitar? He was going to keep an eye on that cat. And deftly avoid looking at the guy.

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"Mean!" Kenzi pointed at him. "I wish Roland had duct tape over his mouth!"

... yeah, no.

"YOU BROKE IT."

The cat had managed to get out of the tub and get half the bubbles off himself now. Still perturbed.

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Dammit, that cat was coming for him, wasn't it?

"YOU CREATED A PERSON."

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"Hey," repeated the person, sloshing around in his hot tub without a care.

"A hot person," Kenzi qualified Roland's statement. "I wish for balloons! I wish for ooooo chocolate lava cake, I wish to be two inches taller!"

Nope, nyet, nada.

Meanwhile, yes, the cat was eyeing Roland with disfavor as it washed one paw the correct way.

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Of course it was. THAT WAS WHAT CATS DID.

"Do you have a consciousness?" Roland asked the person. "Is floating in a hot tub and making sexy eyes at people all you know how to do?"

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"Nothing! Why? Why did you do that? FIX IT, ROLAND!"

Hot Guy blinked sexily at Roland again and stretched. So that was probably a 'yes.'

The cat, on the other hand, was a cat. And very, very irritated. And stalking Roland's shoes.

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"I wish you'd stop doing that," Roland told the hot tub guy. "And you," he said to the cat, moving his feet out of the way. "Stay back if you don't want to get kicked."