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!]

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan (http://www.gry-online.pl/Galeria/Html/Dokumenty/1019261031.jpg) did not look as she once did-- but then she was not who she was, neither the young redheaded woman that had once lived here, nor the Queen of Blades that had conquered after her. She was... lost. Herself, but not herself. Human, but zerg, and zerg, but human.

She hadn't wanted to come here at first. But she needed time and space to reflect. She had avoided the others. Avoided another familiar presence, especially.

She sought quiet, and it appeared to have found her. She sought something to distract herself with, and she had found that too: a newspaper, stories of some world that wasn't hers, either.

There was a stranger on the grass. He seemed quiet, as well, so she sat down near him, just a few feet away. She put the paper in her lap and looked down at it, touching along the edges with her almost-human fingers.

[tyler_gone]

"You made it," Tyler said, sounding about as happy as he ever did as he plopped down on the grass near Nathan. "Hey there. How are the ducks?"

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima had heard through the grapevine that Nathan was here, and so she had begun a systematic search of the places she was most likely to find him.

She found victory in her second attempt, and settled in the grass next to him, giving the sword a wry glance. "'Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting,'" she quipped at him. "Are you breaking gremlin resistance without raising the sword?"

[sharp_as_knives]

While Jono got their aircraft ready for class, Hannibal elected to take a walk through the park and enjoy the morning.

He wasn't expecting a man in hakama to be sitting there. Or for that man to be caucasian.

"Good morning," he tried in Japanese.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was on her way back from her morning run; she'd let Priestly sleep in today, since, well. Gremlins yesterday.

Hello, Professor Hot Guy. It is great to see you again.

"Hey, Professor."