The Park, Monday Morning

[shiroi_tiger]

For some, the weekend spent on the island had been quieter than for others. It wasn't that Algren wasn't interested in getting out there and fighting zombie gremlins (though there was some Fandom-related trauma there that had involved both zombies and gremlins, once upon a time, that he didn't care to revisit), and it wasn't even that he hadn't wanted to see if he could find any familiar faces at the various dances and parties and gatherings that had been going on across the island.

No, mostly it was that he'd just opted to reacquaint himself with the quieter aspects of Fandom. A walk along the beach, or through the preserve, right around dawn or dusk. That sort of thing.

This morning, it was the park. He had a thermos of tea - and yes, he had absolutely gone out to buy a thermos for the occasion, using money he still had inexplicably left over in the bank here from his tenure on the island - and was seated on the grass, watching the ducks swim and the flamingos... be flamingos, whatever that entailed.

There might also have been a sword resting on the grass beside him, serving as a silent warning to any gremlins that might get any ideas. Yes, Fandom, Nathan Algren remembered you well enough, even after being gone for a few years.

[OOC: I had to get him out somewhere this weekend! Open park is open!]

Comments

[shiroi_tiger]

It took Algren a moment to place the face. It had been a while, after all, and she'd grown somewhat. But once he had, he broke into a little grin.

"Ms. Lance," he greeted, nodding his head slightly. "You're looking well."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. Dinah could still blush, if nowhere near as deeply as she used to.

"So are you," she said, folding down to sit near him on the grass. "How have you been? And where? It's been about five years for me, at least."

[shiroi_tiger]

"It's been about as long for me," Nathan replied with a thoughtful tilt of his head. "In Japan, somewhere around a century and a half ago. I haven't had any complaints thus far, not really."

It was quiet, these days. He could live with some quiet, for once in his life.

"And yourself?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Still living in New Gotham. Graduated from college. Being a private investigator." She smiled slightly. "Being aunt to my friends' kids, the ones that have them." She paused and added, "Still regularly turning into other people when I visit this place."

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan nodded along as Dinah spoke.

"You know, except for that last part, that doesn't sound like a bad life in the least," he mused. "And I suppose we should all be thankful that the worst to happen this weekend were a handful of oddly specific gremlin bites."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It really *could* have been horribly worse." Dinah patted the grass. "Good Island. That wasn't a criticism." Some habits she'd picked up from Priestly over time. "I didn't get bitten, but it wasn't fun dealing with the gremlins on a rampage. I do not miss those little guys."

[shiroi_tiger]

"There's not much to miss," Nathan mused. "They did help us actually rid the island of zombies, once, so I suppose turning them into zombies themselves is sort of an unfair turnaround. But if it was anything else, I'd say it was poetic justice for every bite they've ever given."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah snickered, because wow, he wasn't wrong. "So, what are you fighting in Japan?... if you're fighting. Maybe you're not? Do you have a family there now?"

[shiroi_tiger]

"Less fighting, more family," Nathan confirmed. "It's been quiet there for the past few years, but that suits me just fine. I've done enough fighting to last me a lifetime."

More than enough. He was tired, and he walked with a limp these days. Too much of his life had been war. This peace, however long it might last, was something he was going to cling to.