[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

[espigeonage]

Random scenario test drive meme. Some prompts:
> Ah god it's so hot and muggy how awful!
> The worst thing about summer cold snaps: you don't usually have your windbreaker handy because it's been so damn hot.
> The wind is perverse and trying to steal your things and/or crash stuff into you.
> It's raining wet vermy-things, as if the hail and possible storm wasn't bad enough. Now you have rain-echoes to deal with, at best.
> A nice day? I guess those exist?

So where are you?
> Caught way out in the open! At the beach, in the steet, at a fair, anywhere.
> Taking shelter! Bus stop, club you wouldn't normally frequent, bridge underpass, any port in a storm, any shade from the deathsun.
> In the mall or somewhere comfortably out of the elements, you lucky sunuvanek.
> Somewhere... else? idk, do what you want!

Have at thee!

Comments

[lonewarrior]

[No, not really. Justine wasn't there to volunteer, not yet, but she had heard things about the parks and had been considering the idea of volunteering with them later. She had an internship project she was supposed to do for her social studies class next year and was torn between the parks and the soup kitchen, but the weather (even if it was absurdly hot and humid) made her want to be outside, an- oh, a hose? Wait.]

Eh? Excu-

[...and he was gone.

For the first minute Justine stood there before looking around in the hopes of finding someone else who worked at the park. No one. And there wasn't anyone else she could hand the hose off to. Unless she wanted to give a small child a hose. Which she didn't. And so, having nothing better to do (and I'm assuming the hose has running water) she started...well, watering plants.

This is less in the delighted sort of way and more in the disgruntled sort of way, but she couldn't just walk away.]

Where did he go?

[...it's been ten minutes! At this rate she's tempted to 'accidentally' squirt the guy in the face if he ever gets back. (Probably won't, but the thought occurred to her.)]

[extricated]

[ and he returns just as abruptly as he left, popping up right behind her. he reminds himself to be polite and say thank you -- but then he notices her watering and the notion flies out of his brain. ]

Oh, I didn't realize you were volunteering as well! I hope I wasn't interrupting.

[ the words fall out of his mouth very quickly, so that if one doesn't pay close attention, it's a bit difficult to tell when one word ends and the other begins. ]

It's a lovely day for planting flowers, don't you think? With the sun, and the water, they have everything they need to live!

[lonewarrior]

[Her mouth worked silently for a moment as she processed what he said (she could keep up, but the words fell out of his mouth so quickly) and thoughts of flouncing after throwing the hose at his head danced in her head.]

Please don't assume things! I'm not a volunteer...yet. [...] But it is a nice day.

[extricated]

Not yet? Ah, so you'll be joining us in the future? That's wonderful, we could always use more help.

[ he's all smiles and cheerfulness about this, despite the fact that he looks like he got dragged though a dirt patch... ]

[lonewarrior]

[That's actually a good point about the filth, which is kind of making her reconsider the soup kitchen. There's just so much wrong with this general situation.]

Ah.

[Politeness versus aggressiven- she has to know.]

If...

[Screw it.] What happened to you? Why were you gone for so long?

[Even though Justine is unsure as to if she wants to know.]

[extricated]

Oh... you were worried about that?

[ he should probably know better than to think that was worry, but... ]

I noticed there was a baby bird that had fallen from its nest. I wanted to put it back where it belonged... but it turns out that climbing a tree with one hand is a bit difficult!

[ he may or may not have fallen a few times, which would help explain his exceptionally rumpled appearance. ]

[lonewarrior]

[fdljfdklsjfdkls BABY BIRD THAT SOUNDS SO CU-

...

...

...gameface. Must remain stern and-]

...did you get it back into the nest?

[Priorities.]

[extricated]

Eventually, yes. I think it'll be alright... it didn't look like it was injured, at least.

[ and only about now does the thought that he should say thanks reappear in his brain. and that he should, at some point, take the hose back. ]

But anyway... thank you for your help. I appreciate it.