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Sometimes it was just good to be outside. Today was one of those times for Stark. It wasn't particularly sunny but the weather was pleasant and there were birds to watch (and hopefully no raccoons watching him).

He ought to be spending more time outside, really. Maybe this week's potential hobby would be one that was done outside.

He had his phone out, idly looking up ideas for outdoor activities (and making note of some to never mention anywhere Anakin might be able to hear him), and sipping an iced coffee from the Perk.

[open park is open. because it's a park. that's how they work.]

solo_sword

Why couldn't it be truth day? Truth day for Jaina wasn't any different from a normal day. Baggage day however meant that she was stuck looking at all the issues she repressed way deep inside in lieu of therapy.

She'd escaped the house because didn't need the kids seeing all of that, and if she was feeling really bitter she wasn't sure all the bags would fit. She was sure the "JACEN" bags were multiplying and following her around. She'd do lightsaber drills in the park for a while. She much preferred fighting against someone, but that felt like a bad idea, so this was fine.

Considering starting a bonfire here was also a bad idea, probably.

[Open!]

solo_sword

Jaina had had a rough couple weeks, so it was sort of a good thing, personally, for a bunch of godzillas to invade a place where she could take those frustrations out on them. Sorry, godzillas! You picked the wrong day to pick a fight!

There were a few in the park, so she was staying local to there, dealing with one in particular that seemed annoyed enough that she was fighting back to keep it up. She might be kind of humoring it at this point. It was like catharsis. There were plenty more if anyone else wanted to take a crack at it!

[Open if you wanna fight a Godzilla in the park!]

suitably_heroic

It was funny. Every time Jack came back here, the island felt different. From a place of grief, to a place of dangers, relapse and recovery, to now, just... a place. Sure, part of it was that he knew he'd be back home in a couple of days, that they'd be testing the Portalocity subscription he had for their first show of the new record, but it was also just...

Something.

He took some time to suck up the ambiance that morning, wandering out of the hotel to roam Fandom's streets. This time, he didn't take the path up to Galactica Point, though-- he made it to the park, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket. Watching the flamingos and the other birds flapping around.

On a whim, he picked a spot on the grass, by a tree, and sat down. He let his senses expand outward, slowly, in circles. From the grass to the birds in the water to the squirrels in the trees, and then beyond, into the town, and past that.

He used to let himself get lost in it. Now, he kept a gentle hold on his own place in the Force ('more of your Jedi zen bullshit', said a voice in his head, anchoring him there) as he let the life of it all wash over him.

It was peaceful. He felt good. It was good.

[[ open ]]

ifwebeworthy

Thor had insisted Don ought to spend some time with the children, or at least Torben, who was apparently Don and Thor's son. Thor had tried to find out how, but all the kid knew was that Thor would tell him when he was older. (Sigrid had sighed, "Probably Uncle Loki was involved," and everyone had had to agree that was a good guess.)

He was very tight-mouthed about what Don had said on the matter, or where Don was in general. He actually seemed kind of wary of Don since he and Thor had swapped places yesterday. The girls had greeted him enthusiastically, though, which was nice, and all three kids got along like a house afire.

Which was why he'd brought them to the park to burn off some energy, lest they set the baby Stark Tower afire. It had already been a close call a couple of times.

As he sipped from his Starbucks cup and watched a three-way mock battle rage across the grass, it occurred to him to wonder, "Those swords aren't edged, are they?"

They will be fine.

"Okay, that doesn't answer my question..."

(Open park is open!)

hashtag_chocobro

It was a pretty nice day, and Noctra was all sorts of riled up and energetic in that restless, sometimes screeching way that was the exact opposite of what Liz needed to deal with right now. And so it was clearly time to take her out to the park to work out some of that energy.

Sorry, ducks! But if you were letting a wobbly little two years old managed to catch you as she chased you around, Prompto only had one thing to say:

Get good, bruh.

Anyway, he was going to enjoy a nice drink from the Perk and let her play to her heart's content, jumping in on occasion when her play demanded his contribution or him to swoop in and rescue her from a very bad mistake.

[[ open park is open! ]]

ifwebeworthy

Don's bad leg did best with regular exercise, so here he was, taking himself for a walk in the park for his health, even though the very act of doing so had raised some questions in his mind.

"If it's psychosomatic, why is it worse when it's cold?"

It is not psychosomatic. It is magical in origin.

"Same difference."

No.

"I'm not arguing about this right now." Not least because he was in public. At least it was sunny and above freezing?

(Open park is open!)

joan_of_bark

The bears had changed the decorations on the tent overnight, but it was still there. Now, it was bathed in the tasteful light of candles, menorahs placed around the area, with little stars hanging off the edges of the fluffy white roof.

The booths and stands were still there, however. As was the seating. And the skating rink remained open - just for this one last day.

joan_of_bark

'Twas Christmas day, and the bears were setting up their stalls again for whomever might feel like wandering out for a dose of holiday spirit. There was the large open tent with its fuzzy cloth and its fairy lights strung everywhere.

There were the booths, of which one had sprung up near the frozen pond; some were familiar, some weren't. And the seating areas were open, of course, all crackling fire and soft downy pillow.

Silver and golden glitter continued to play in the air, like dust motes.

joan_of_bark

The polar bears had spent the fast few days setting up in the park. On Tuesday morning, they were finally ready to reveal their handiwork...

A large open tent had been set up from one side of the park to another, fuzzy white cloth strung between the poles to give the sense that the ceiling itself was made of soft snow. Beneath, little booths had been set up, decorated in stars and little lights.

The pond was frozen; two particularly enterprising flamingos had somehow set up a booth beside it, renting out ice skates to anyone who would want any.

And everywhere the booths weren't, there were seats with soft pillows and crackling fires. A soft dusting of glitter hung in the air.

Happy holidays, Fandom.

ifwebeworthy

Okay, the deer were cute. Weird, but cute.

Don was out for a morning amble through the park, coffee from Stark Industries' Starbucks in hand. (He'd indulged in a peppermint mocha in honor of the season, but no one tell the other surgeons. He'd lose his street cred.)

"They're making me hungry," he complained to thin air. "Maybe we stop by the bakery after this." Because he sure as Hel wasn't going to try to bake cookies. That way lay setting off Mini Stark Tower's fire suppression systems and endless mockery.

(Open park is open!)

x_wondrous_x

Stewart didn't bother with getting out much these days, outside of his classes and his work at Groovy Tunes, but, sometimes, a person realized that they had to occasionally venture out to a store not to dance in front of it, but to actually buy things like sustinence and supplies. He would have put it off until tomorrow when he knew Summer would be working, but one forlorn look into his mostly empty refrigerator told him it shouldn't wait.

Of course, it did end up having to wait once Stewart stepped outside and heard all the birds singing a familiar tune. And with various birds singing it, it presented some very interesting and unique presenations of the song that immediately caught his ear for remixing and...

Stewart rerouted toward Groovy Tunes, to grab a few things, and then he headed to the park after picking up some lunch as well, and there, he found a good spot near a tree to settle down with his food and a bunch of recording equipment. He'd move around the island to get different birds' interpretations of the hoilday classic, of course, but, by the end of it, he hoped to have a lot of really good versions that he could sample from, because how many DJs were putting out tracks with birds singing 'Carol of the Bells' on it? Not many, he imagined! So he felt he really needed to get on that.

Not like he had anything better to do today, anyway.

[[ open park is open, though usual Sunday sp applies~ ]]

joan_of_bark

Pam's sentimental heart always longed for spring; for the excitement of new life, the sun rising higher with each day, the scent of flowers on the air. But she had come to embrace the rest of the seasons - to appreciate that when leaves fell in fall, it was so they could feed the soil for the months to come, and how the chill of the air drove the animals to their burrows to find much-needed rest.

It would be warmer later in the day, of course. But something about that fresh morning air drove her to take a walk from the store, through the less populated sections of the island. To feel the breeze on her skin and watch the trees grow yellow.

And of course, eventually, that brought her back to the park. "Of course you're still here," she told the flamingos, as she wandered along the pond with her hand stuck in the trousers of her overalls. "I wonder if the locals know how hard you are to kill."

[[ open ]]

suitably_heroic

Space, but Jack was so ready to be home again. (Though yes, it was still humiliating that he'd finally broken about it in front of Summer of all people.) Ready enough that he'd - grumpily, mind you, but still - given up his spot behind the wheel of the van to Trent a few hours ago, and curled up in the back for some sleep. Maybe by the time he woke up, he'd be in a sane state again.

Alas, it was not to be.

When he woke up, it was on a bench in the park, curled up on his side, with a flamingo loudly screaming in his face.

"What the--"

That sure was a flurry of Earth expletives, right there.

Oh no.

[[ open ]]

thatwaslucky

There was enough wind in the forecast that Rey brought the remotes out to the park today. The weather controls in the warehouse were good, but she was hoping to deal with something a little more real today. And then as she practiced blocking the blaster bolts shooting at her from three flying balls, she was also trying to up the difficulty a little, trying to sense how many ducks were in the park and where, for instance. Dividing her attention without dividing her attention.

Hey, she hadn't been shot yet.

<[open! The office is silent, help.]

joan_of_bark

Two weeks, and none of the monsters had made it from the causeway onto the island. Something else had settled, though Pam barely had any sense of what it might be, or why. It wasn't permanent - couldn't be permanent.

But she enjoyed the breather while she had it.

(That she wasn't in any danger.)

(That she wasn't endangering anyone else.)

She breathed as she stepped through the doorway, and she breathed along the road that carried her down here, and she kept breathing as she felt the tamed Green of the park engulf her. Every blade of grass breathed with her, the leaves of the trees and the rainworms pushing through the earth down below, fertilizing the soil from which the weeds sucked their nutrients.

She stood there for a while, on the grass, her eyes closed.

Breathing.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

Event weekends were always a great time for people who loved free food, weren't they? Parents' Weekend might be drawing to a close, but the island had saved its best spread for today, with tables full of sandwiches, soups and salads, and seasonally appropriate desserts -- cinnamon and apples and candy apples, just to name a few.

Come in, drop by, have that last surprise run-in with someone's relative...

weirderthanthou

The weather remained a little on the grey side, but clearly Fandom had done its best to make up for it. The park was full of lights, with little lanterns sitting everywhere, casting a warm orange sheen over the grass. The hot cider stand was back, and it was joined by an artisinal hot chocolate stand that put entirely too much caramel in the beverages.

Out in the field were some light autumn activities.

It was Parents' Weekend. Show off your pumpkin carving skills to your relatives.

[[ ocd up! ]]

weirderthanthou

It was nice for an October Friday, wasn't it? The leaves were falling artfully, and there was a slight chill, but it wasn't so cold that it would leave anyone shivering. And if, for some reason, they were, well-- the hot apple cider stand near the edge of the Park would probably help.

There was a merry banner in Fandom's colors floating above the picnic tables, reading--

PARENTS WEEKEND 2024! WELCOME!

-- and a squirrel band was playing interpretations of modern pop songs on very small squirrel instruments under one of the trees.

Welcome, parents and other friends and family.

[[ ocd up! you're all good to go with your apps ]]

totalwildcard

Sometimes a girl and her hyena just needed to get out of the house, so that was what Harley and Bruce were doing right now!

In more specific terms as to where exactly 'out of the house' they were, they were in the park, by the pond. And as for what they were actually doing, Bruce was stalking some of the flamingos, and Harley was watching him do so while taking noisy sips through the big straw in her absolutely monstrous drink concoction from the Perk. Unless it was from J,GoB? Actually, maybe J,GoB. The big cup wasn't even see-through and yet the thing was still managing to look like it was tooth-rottingly sweet.

Anyway, Harley was also calling out encouraging things to Bruce, like "Ya gotta find more cover if you don't want them to run like that!" and "Watch out for that wing, baby!" and "Did you know these pink freaks could get so goddamn loud?!"

Okay, maybe that last one was just a flat out question rather than encouragement, whatever, don't box her in!

(But seriously, did you?)

(open for all your park needs!)

thatwaslucky

Rey was back from her trip home, and was both looking to get back to her routine and to get away from animals for a bit. Training was being moved to the park today, where she could kind of relax while doing lightsaber drills outdoors, in the time they had before she started complaining about cold weather. (Aka five degrees cooler.)

She'd forgotten about the flamingoes. Whatever, they wouldn't throw things at her.

[Listen, if you wanna distract me from the 400+ emails I still have to deal with after vacation, I'd be appreciative.]

single_man_tear

Look, working for a necromancer who doesn’t give a damn about her business and still pays you just to move weird stuff around? Pretty easy gig.

If it was anyone else, Dean would’ve tossed the note in the trash and gone on with his day. But Liliana asked. And, much to his regret, now Dean was standing in the park with a freshly cleaned mimic chair.

Yeah, it had a leash on it, but the chair wasn’t moving because, of course, the whole point of a mimic chair isn’t to stroll around. It’s to surprise you and grab you when you least expected it.

But since there were people around, the chair stayed put.

The real kicker? It made Dean look like a total idiot, dragging a chair on a leash through the park while muttering to himself.

hashtag_chocobro

The problem with discovering that you might actually be this place's Hero of Time was that Dink didn't even know where to begin, after he left Liz's house. He rolled around in the streets for a bit, but he didn't really have a lot of guidance on what the next step was. Probably had to meet some helpful person to point him in the right direction! Or maybe he needed to get more rupees and get something from one of the shops!

Well, a good way to find rupees was in the grass, right? So he came out of his roll when he got to the park, pulled the sword, which looked like a lot of rocks just cobbled together (a sword for BASHING,not for CUTTING, really) from behind his back, frowned a little that the grass wasn't longer, and then crouched down to get to work.

Spinning mightily with the blade to slice through the tips of the grass.

"Hrrryah!" he called out, with each spin. "Hrrryah!Hrrryah!"

[[ open park is ooopen!]]

unusual_sith

Lana had missed all the goings-on the last few days in favor of heading home for long enough to...enthusiastically encourage some people into doing better jobs.

But now she was back, and she had aggravation to work off. And possibly some better moves to learn for her weekly sparring with Atton later.

So she was in the park, swinging around a lightsaber in an aggressive if meditative fashion.

[Open post and park!]

whenshewasnice

Come Friday evening, there was practically a festival area in the park. On one side stood a line of various food trucks, serving ~~moddable~~ food and beverages, courtesy of Envy and Peter's wedding budget. On the other, there was a merch booth for anything and everything Envy you might want - at least in terms of apparel or physical records. There was also a little cordoned off media area to one side of the stage, holding members of the music press from around the multiverse, ready to live-tweet the show back into their worlds.

And then, of course, there was the stage, looming over everything, just a little bigger than what a show in a small town park strictly speaking needed. The back of the stage was already lit up with giant block letters of made up of a gazillion light bulbs, spelling out ENVY. Just in case anyone forgot who tonight was really all about. (Or needed a reminder about who to Google.)

The paint rain across the island was still going, so hope everyone was either cool with continuing to be dyed various colors, or had brought an umbrella or perhaps a big newspaper to shield themselves with. Either way, the hope was everyone enjoyed themselves.

[ooc: ~~Pls wait as I establish some subthreads in here!~~ Open, have at!]

weirderthanthou

Was anyone sick of seeing each other yet? If not - or if the siren call of free food kept working for you - well, the morning brought one last event. The blue and yellow banners had been moved to the park, and what few possums were there mostly seemed to be passing by.

There was still a whisp of glitter on the wind, though. It smelled like daffodils.

suitably_heroic

Jack woke up on a park bench.

That was disorienting, because it had been a long time since the last time he'd slept on a park bench. At least a couple decades. It had probably been this very park bench, though, he registered slowly as he sat up and felt his back do a thing it shouldn't be doing.

He rubbed his face. Squinted. Rubbed his face again. Squinted some more. "Definitely flamingos," he muttered.

Yep. Yep, this was Fandom all right.

"This is the last time I touch any flyer I get from the school without gloves on," he said, and finally stood up, stretching.

Ugh.

[[ open ]]

shapethecentury

Bucky's weekend had been much like the tail end of his Friday: rest, hiding. The former to keep Jesse happy (in whatever sense of the word), the latter just... for him. None of this felt real yet, but it didn't feel unreal strongly enough for him not to know that facing the world outside of Jesse's apartment and the greater MCA was going to have consequences.

So he'd taken a few days, to get his head on as straight as it would go. They'd broken back into his old apartment (which felt like a tomb, a shrine to a bygone time in his life), and he'd found the keys in there, but hadn't fully made the transition yet. He wasn't even sure yet he wanted to. Éponine's old hideout in the warehouse district was probably still there, and with the way he'd been living for the past couple of years (like a rat in the walls of the world), it appealed to him.

But he could figure all that out later.

Weird, that word: later. Bucky wasn't sure he believed in it yet.

Anyway, the keys and some of his old clothes (which didn't entirely fit right anymore, but which at least covered up the state of his torn-up metal shoulder, if not the fact that his entire left arm below it was just gone) weren't all he'd found at the old place. He'd also found his old phone, the one before the string of burner ones. Which meant he had some numbers.

He'd already reached out to Steve, like he and Jesse had promised. Bucky was going to have some kind of clandestine rendez-vous with him on the mainland in a few days, get the score on what had happened in Siberia after they'd left, and what was next. Talk.

And right now, it was still much too early for most people to be out and about. The island was still just waking up, getting ready for the new day. It was already hot out, but Bucky didn't care, barely even noticed. He walked himself to the park, and found a bench where he could sit and look at the flamingos.

He sent one text, just two words.

Then he sent another, with a few more.

And then he just sat, and watched the birds, and waited for something that might not even happen.

[ooc: Open for all other up-way-too-early folks! With some SP likely in the European afternoon as I actually go outside and such.]

drumsticksandd20s

The rainbow in the sky over the island for Pride was tradition, any and all weather logic be damned, and it seemed to be especially -- almost defiantly -- bright this year.

And the festival's organizer wouldn't have it any other way.

The park was all decked out in rainbows, glitter, and miniature Pride flags of different varieties. The bounce house and ballpit slide were back again to serve as the centerpiece this year, as were the assortment of rides and very queer-themed carnival games.

The stage with its ~~NPC~~ bands and open-mic sessions was set up next to the picnic area, where an assortment of ~~highly moddable~~ foods had been provided by whichever restaurants Steph had ~~strong-armed into~~ prevailed upon to contribute. Tables and booths were set up on the other side of the picnic area for any vendors or local businesses that wanted to take part, but don't worry, no one was going to try and get you to sign up for a credit card or anything like that. Steph would have personally beaten anyone who tried that over the head with their own clipboard.

Happy Pride, Fandom! Have at it.

[OOC: ~~After I put up the OCD, that is.~~ Threads are up! Go wild.]

mylandmyrules

Nell had started her beans and spice mix simmering early in the morning, ready for the final touches whenever she and Gladio were ready. She didn't know much about how this anniversary stuff actually worked and she wasn't sure what date would be considered the 'right' date.

Was it that walk in the woods when he'd first told her he liked her and it had taken her longer than maybe it would have taken a normal person to understand exactly what he meant by that? Or maybe when they first went out to dinner together. Or the time they went into the city for ice cream.

She had never thought particularly about picking an actual 'here is the official date' thing. But she figured this was her and Gladio. They were their own unique brand of people and they didn't need to be tied to a particular 'first'.

Unless he wanted to. She'd have to ask him about that.

Still, if she really thought about it, it all really started back that day after the fire when she'd slipped out of the clinic to go home and hadn't quite been able to make it. The day Gladio had found her and carried her home. That had really started things off.

That day had passed, but it had been just a year ago today that she'd been brave enough to have him over to dinner - just the two of them - to try her special meal. Why not combine the two?

So she'd gotten the dinner started, dressed in one of her lighter sets of skirty pants and tunic, left him a note that would let him know where to find her then settled in to wait for him on that bench.

[For that guy, though it's an open park if someone wanted to say hello before Gladio arrived.]

not_a_goddamn_princess

You know? The weather was nice. And a woman couldn't spend her time being angry 24/7, at least not on main. So for her and everyone else's sanity, Margo had grabbed some margarita mix and, an hour later, now found herself sitting underneath a tree in the park in a nice summery dress covered in roses.

Sure, it'd be nice if the sun spent a little more time peeking out of the clouds, but for the moment, she was content.

Ish.

She had a cocktail to sip and people to watch.

[[ open ]]

ifwebeworthy

Don had not had a good night. Adjusting to having a body again didn't seem like it should be as much of a struggle as it had been, especially when it came to making it rest. The sensory input was too much sometimes, particularly with his leg beginning to itch as his new tattoo healed, and his brain tended to chuck up nightmares as it tried to process his time in the void, most of which was really not something a human brain was ever meant to process.

When Don had given up and offered to tap Thor in at two AM, Thor had refused on the basis that the thunder that accompanied their switching places might have woken the tower's other residents and, more mercilessly, that Don had to adjust. He was alive; he had a body. He had to remember how to live in it.

Which was why he'd picked up a coffee from the gremlin Starbucks in Stark Towerlet's lobby this morning and dragged said body out for a walk to further familiarize himself with the town before eventually stopping to rest on a bench in the park.

"Okay," he said to the ghost of a god sitting beside him, his face tipped up as if he, too, could feel the warmth of the sun on it when Don knew perfectly well his current state did not allow that. "You were right. This doesn't suck."

(Open park is open!)

deathsmajesty

It was true that Liliana was lacking a voice and that was very obnoxious right now. But she'd be lying if she said there wasn't the tiniest kernel of relief there, too. A discussion of the Chain Veil wasn't one she was particularly keen on having, especially since she knew they were going to end up arguing about it. And she vastly preferred just...not. Doing that.

Still, she was going to kick that thought down the road until she had a voice again. Instead, she had a blanket, a book, a bottle of a white, sparkling wine to focus on...and a whiteboard with a dry erase marker from T&C's in case somebody came by and she needed to communicate. With a lovely setup in the sunshine - though she had a parasol in case it got to be too sunny - away from both the duck pond and the playground, Lilinana settled in for a bit to get a bit of reading in for the day.

[Open!]

snipsnspecks

It seemed like the weather was turning a corner into something more summer-like, and while, yes, that was very symbolic of certain events in her life and current relationships, Ahsoka was mainly concerned with how that made a morning mediation in the park a much more pleasant experience than it might otherwise have been.

And sure, while pleasure wasn't really the point, it was always going to be easier to let go of your physical concerns and open your mind to the Force when you didn't actually have any pressing physical concerns.

[Expecting one, but open.]

weirderthanthou

While the eggheads were congregating to actually create this story's perfect ending, the story's protagonists gathered in the park. By the playground, in fact, because what better place to turn horror into farce than this?

The rules set by the island's authors were simple: the fight had to remain contained to the playground. Each protagonist would have to struggle, would have their moment of Divine Inspiration, and at last, would defeat their enemy with the power in their heart.

And, uh. Some of the writers at Town Hall might have dipped a little far into the trope-box. There were already a few Idiot Balls rolling around the field as Our Heroes arrived.

The horror slid in from the other side, as if in a chess match; approaching shadows, rolling, fronted by the figures the darkness had already conjured up from the creations made here. They were ready to fight. Were you?

[[ have at, fighty team! ]]

suitably_heroic

"Poodoo!"

Had anyone on the island ever seen a Krayt dragon in the flesh? Space, Atton hoped not. Atton hoped nobody did.

Atton hoped he could take this one down - relatively small as it was, just the height of the first story of a house and an interesting shade of rainbow that he had never seen before in his life - before anyone had to see it.

"I hate this island!" he bellowed helplessly, barely twisting out of the way of an angry claw, his lightsabers whizzing through the air.

[[ open ]]

doesdoctorstuff

It was the insistent prodding of a raccoon that woke Navaan up, one of the ones she'd gone on a drunken bender or two with before. "Nkfsnrk. Ft. Wha?" she asked, smacking her lips together, mouth sticky and tasting of morning. She was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, surely the raccoon could--

Wait. Morning?

Blearily, the events of the evening before came back to her. Caritas. Almost everybody being boring. Drinking. The World's Bitchiest Sorceress storming into the bar. Fighting in the duck pond. Almost winning! Polite offer of sex. And then--

"Fuck! Morning!"

She hadn't meant to fall asleep, mind. But laying on your back for hours and hours and hours was boring even if you were having sex (and she hadn't been) and, like, who sat around staring at their feet saying, 'Wiggle your big toe' and hoping that the strength would come back into them? Weirdos were who. So instead, she'd fallen asleep and some strength must have returned at some point because she'd ended up all curled up, but that didn't help her now with the sun starting to rise...

The raccoon prodded her again and pointed to the lightening sky. "I see it, I see it!" she hissed, pushing herself up to her feet. She nearly pitched over again, but managed to turn it into a handspring instead. "Okay, okay, where am I?" she asked, trying actually to remember what was close.

And then she took off at a stumbling jog, fairly confident she was heading somewhere she could hide and rest for the rest of the day, but then, she was fairly confident about most things. "Stupid fucking sorceress," she muttered as she went.

[Mostly establishy, unless you have a reason to be at the park before dawn? Like a creeper? Feel free to make other Park posts during the rest of the day!]

deathsmajesty

One minute, they were standing in Caritas wrangling ~~like fishmongers~~ with one another. The next minute, they were flailing in the duck pond in the park, more interested in trying to get out than continuing their...well, whatever it was that they were doing. Liliana was slightly more hampered by her skirts, but was very accustomed to moving through swamps and the like. Navaan was differently hindered by tight clothing, but had an entire history of questionable activities to help her get to shore as well. The two of them, wet and bedraggled, made their way to shore, still glaring at one another.

"You were going to hit me!" Navaan protested.

"You had it coming," Liliana informed her coolly, reaching up to adjust her headdress back to its proper place.

"You're the giant gentrifying bitch, but I had it coming?" Navaan demanded.

"Yes and--what is your thing about my house?! I'm renovating it, not gentrifying the countryside."

"It was a perfectly good house on its own!"

"Why do you even care?"

"Because I was gonna squat there!"

"Darling," Liliana just looked at Navaan. "That seems like an incredibly low bar."

Navaan hissed, showing Liliana her fangs. Liliana looked at her impassively. Please, darling, she'd been menaced by more terrifying vampires than you could ever hope to be.

"Maybe it's not that you don't fuck him. Maybe he doesn't wanna fuck you because you're a cold fish!" Navaan snapped.

At that, all Liliana could do was laugh. "Where are you even getting that?" she asked, thinking about the whiteboard yesterday with the betting on it and his newfound habit of just...locking doors behind him.

"Radio!" Navaan protested.

"Radio?" Liliana scoffed. "The squirrels are almost as bad at pretending to be reporters as you are at pretending to be a doctor."

And that was when Navaan went for her.

suitably_heroic

You know? It was unfair for the island to keep this pollen thing up into the weekend. Because yeah, Atton was still worried about bringing it home, and had, hence, spent the morning rerouting his portal through at least two other stops. Just in case.

But now all that was done, and there was nothing left but wait for the portal to arrive.

You know, all sprawled out on this bench in the park? Life didn't look too terrible right now. Whatever unscrewing of his brain (pun not intended) he'd managed on Wednesday, it had brought him some of that peace he'd thought he would've felt sooner. And while his body was still screaming for something else, something more, the rest of him just...

Yeah, sprawled a little.

He was eager to be home, he realized. Maybe starting to process a few things that had needed processing, shuffling closer to a complicated conclusion. But mostly he'd just like to go for another stupid hike, and write some more stupid music, and get some stupid take-out, and not worry about all the stupid stuff he stupidly worried about while he was here.

Yeah. Yeah, it was time to go home.

[[ open ]]

not_a_goddamn_princess

"Come here, you fucking horny chain-smoking assholes!"

Like many, Margo had woken up on a certain side of the bed this morning. And predictably, she was channeling it... productively. After all, she still hadn't been able to contact Eliot, and now there were magic fucking bunnies running around-- it wasn't hard to do the math.

It was harder to catch them.

"I've got your carrot right here on this stick, you bastards!"

And thus anyone attempting to escape the oppressive pollen in the park would find themselves watching a Magician running around the grass wielding a fish net on a handle, chasing bunnies. "Come back here!"

[[ open ]]

single_man_tear

One moment Dean had been sitting on a bar stool and the next he was standing in a children's sandbox. He looked down at his feet just in time to see the strange runes imprinted into the sand stop glowing.

"Okay," he said after blinking a couple of times. "Apparently I'm supposed to go now."

Looking around he saw a familiar duffel bag and a cursory examination showed that it was packed with most of his possessions. Another check of his pockets was his wallet with cash and a credit card that Charlie had set up for him and Sam ages ago.

And of course there was a set of car keys which just made him smile.

"All right then," he said aloud to himself, as he kicked the sand around the sandbox to cover the imprinted runes.. "Let's see what this place is all about."

[Open]

Current Mood: curious

afraid_of_marshmallows

The weather was warming up again, enough that Arden had figured a nice trip to the park to feed the birds sounded like the perfect daytime activity. Spring was in the air, and spring had always been her season, even before her elemental powers had fully awakened.

She had forgotten, however, how much more aggressive the birds on the island were. She'd been sitting on a bench, minding her own business, tossing birdseed with one hand and playing on her phone with the other when a flamingo had come over to her to start nosing at her. "Hey," she protested. "Cut it out. You don't even like birdseed, I'm pretty sure."

To her utter lack of surprise, the bird hadn't listened to her at all. If anything it'd doubled down, going from nudging at her to headbutting her, until she'd finally gotten up. "Okay, okay!" she said exasperated. "Look, I'm leaving, you can have the ben--whoa!" Her getting up had apparently been what it was after, but not to make her leave. Instead, it'd pushed and prodded her over to a small mound by the lake, where another flamingo was waiting. As soon as Arden got close enough, it had stood up, revealing an egg beneath it, and walked over to its presumed mate.

And then they'd just stared at her. Expectantly.

"Uhh...that's a very pretty egg?" she hazarded. Maybe they were trying to get her to admire it. "Good job? Proud of you?"

She was pretty sure flamingoes couldn't roll their eyes, but it seemed like these two were making the attempt.

"Well, what do you--oh. Oh no. Absolutely not. I didn't come out here to eggy-sit. I'm not actually a bird you know. No way. Not gonna happen." She crossed her arms and glared at them.

The flamingoes stared back.

"I mean it. No."

The flamingoes stared back.

"You gotta be shitting me."

The flamingoes stared back.

...Anyway, that was how Arden ended up carefully perched over a mound, hoodie tucked around the egg to keep it warm, using a small shelf of hardened air as a seat so she didn't accidentally put her full weight on the egg, while two flamingoes stood in the lake with the self-congratulatory air of parents who had escaped their duties for a well-deserved date.

"This is only lasting until I have to pee!" Arden called to them. "And then I'm leaving and you can't stop me!" The flamingoes didn't even turn to acknowledge her.

Fuckin' birds, man.

[Open!]

suitably_heroic

It had been... something. Atton's portal was leaving late tonight and he couldn't wait to get back to New York. Something had crept into his bones over the course of the trip that he hadn't quite managed to shake, and it was still sitting there right now, itching at the back of his neck.

Like a bad feeling, maybe?

But yelling at the Portalocity gnomes hadn't actually moved his portal up the schedule in any noteworthy capacity. Sitting in the hotel room hadn't helped with his antsiness, nor had taking a walk, and so grudgingly he had finally grabbed his lightsabers and headed out here.

They were still clipped to his belt right now. He'd gotten a little distracted by the flamingos. Weird freaking creatures that they were. So he stopped by the pond for a moment or two, just to watch.

He'd get to his katas in a second.

[[ expecting one, but open before he arrives ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc rather liked the island better with so many people gone. That wasn't to say he disliked the people who usually populated it, though,of course! It was just that so many people made his so very nervous and timid, and he just felt more comfortable with this idea of leaving the safety of his nest underneath the counter at Pixie Dust when there was a significantly lower chance of encountering anyone other than perhaps some squirrels, and even their population felt rather diminished as well.

So he'd been making the most of it all week, venturing out often and exploring and getting ideas for new pieces. The rain that morning had put a little damper on those plans today, but when it cleared up in the afternoon, out he went to enjoy it, which brought him eventually around to the park.

He wasn't doing much,just rustling through underbrush for interesting things here and there, enjoying the fresh air, maybe settling under a nice tree with a bit of mending work, occasionally looking up to the sky with a bit of a longing sigh.

Perhaps it was just that he really didn't get out enough to get used to it, but he really did miss that golden glow of the Erd Tree looming over all...

[[ open park is very open! ]]

afraid_of_marshmallows

Arden was sitting near a tree, close to the playground, because it was a great place for a single parent to come with their precocious child and mourn their dead spouse. Or maybe it would be a new guardian totally unequipped to raise a child (probably because they were from the Big City where children weren't allowed), hapless and confused about their new role in life.

Either way, the child would be a great ally in finding them somebody to love, because children's only pastime was also finding true love for the adults in their lives. You know. Preciously. And somehow untraumatized by the loss of whatever parental figure had died, save for maybe a single scene where they could use their tears to manipulate events towards romance.

Arden, being an orphaned Cupid also, could totally relate to you, hypothetical precocious child.

But until they showed up (or some other romantic trope who needed to brood about this symbol of childhood innocence), she was just going to sit under this tree and think deep thoughts about love. And about how this role would totally springboard her to stardom.

stykera

There were gremlins skating on the pond. There were also porgs sliding on their bellies on the pond. The flamingos seemed unhappy with their current lot and were mostly standing and looking morose near the edge of what ought to have been water but was now ice.

There was also a little hut selling pea soup. That was honestly more surprising than the skating. The hut seemed to have skates to borrow as well and Stark, having gone out for a walk, was intrigued.

"I don't know how to skate," he informed the person~~gremlin/whatever?~~ inside the hut. They just shrugged and handed over a pair of skates and pointed to a bench conveniently near the edge of the pond where Stark could change his footwear.

"I'm going to fall," he said, sighing. But maybe he'd try. It was something new to try, at least.

That was how Stark ended up on the ice looking nervous and very wobbly as he took a few very hesitant strides.

[Open. You know you wanna come skate on the pond with gremlins and porgs and one wobbly alien, right?]

meepmeepmeep

The mistletoe didn't quite know what to do with Beaker, but that was all right because Beaker had plenty of ideas for semi-sentient mistletoe.

So far he'd kissed--and made notes because science--squirrels, raccoons, one of the Caritas zombies (bad idea), a gremlin (worse idea) and a teal deer (they were meeting up for coffee next week).

And now he was kind of stalking Sam Eagle. For more science! But mostly for the hilarity. They'd hear the yelling all the way back at the Muppet Theater.

[OOC: Expecting one but open if you would like to kiss a felt Muppet for science.]

stykera

The weather wasn't particularly warm today but it wasn't cold and Stark was going to take advantage of that. At least for a little while.

And mercifully he wasn't breaking into song today. At least not yet. He did find himself humming the song but he hadn't felt any overwhelming urges to sing or dance.

He had, however, been approached by a polar bear who had offered a hug and a bottle of Coke. The bears were always surprising at first until Stark remembered them so he'd jumped, a little, before relaxing and accepting both offerings.

He was sitting on a park bench now, watching the birds and the bears, and enjoying his soda.

[Look, I love the coke bears okay? Open post and open park are very open, obvs.]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon was in this strange place without his gran, so there was really only one thing to do.

Explore!

The cops couldn't bring him home to gran if she wasn't here, so clearly he was fine to go wherever he wanted. Maybe later he'd explore some old buildings. Right now, though, there were trees and grass and weird birds to investigate!

Maybe if he found some cool bugs, the birds would eat them?

[Open park!]

unusual_sith

Lana wasn't sure what was going on, but she was back in this weird place again. But at least it wasn't raining, and there was a park!

So she was absolutely climbing about and having fun, though she was keeping an eye out for gundarks or anything, just in case. The birds here didn't look dangerous, but you couldn't always tell.

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