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Tweak says, "U should've told me u loved me"

Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-22 12:03:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 30, gregory house, group activity, legolas greenleaf, mercy thompson, spike

WHO: Legolas, Spike, Mercy Thompson, Gregory House (posting order set)
WHAT: Group activities - Kayaking/Canoeing
WHEN: Day 30, late morning
WHERE: The lake
RATING: PG?
STATUS: Incomplete

As always, Legolas was wide awake when the note came. Of course, since he never truly slept, this wasn't much of a surprise. He jumped off the couch he had been resting on and ran to the door. It had become a bit of a game to him, to see if he could get there fast enough to catch the golem in the act of pinning the note to his door. He had yet to do it, and today was no exception. By the time he got there, the thing was long gone. No trace was left of it, except of course the note.

It was no surprise to him what it said, and he even knew what one of the things was that he was supposed to be doing. The elves made wonderful canoes, though of course he'd never even remotely heard of kayaks. He grinned broadly, beyond pleased by the summons. He really liked meeting new people, and he'd met several through activities such as this. Of course, not all of them were still on Mirage, but he chose not to think of that.

A quick shower later, he dressed himself in his typical tunic and leggings. His sharp silver knives he kept in their place, but the bow he regretfully left behind. Just like when he'd gone white river rafting, he knew the weapon would be useless with all the water splashing around. He couldn't help but feel a bit naked without it, though, as he stepped out the door for breakfast.

It wasn't long before he was at the appointed spot by the shore of the lake. There were several boats around, and he looked at the curiously. They didn't seem to be made out of wood, but rather some strange substance he'd never seen before. Thoughtfully, he went over and tapped on it. The sound made him laugh. Then, he stood back and waited, hoping others would come soon.

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drcurmudgeon
2009-01-23 04:37 am UTC (link)

Greg had just settled into his room, tossing his backpack on the bed and glaring at the almost perfect, if somewhat larger, replica of his bedroom at home. Large enough to fit a grand piano in with plenty of room to spare in fact. It made him suspicious and irritated. As he glared around the room, he heard a noise outside his door. He almost ignored it but then decided he was in the mood to verbal destroy whoever it was outside and went and opened the door.

There was no one outside but there was a note pinned to the door. He pulled it off and read it, snorting derisively. "I don't think so," he said, screwing up the note and tossing it down the corridor before slamming the door shut again. He went back to glaring at the room before limping over to the piano and staring down at it for a moment. He opened the cover over the keyboard and gently pressed a few keys. It was perfectly in tune and had a beautiful tone. In fact it was the perfect piano, even better than the one he had at home and that was a truly superb instrument.

A knock came at the door and he rolled his eyes, his hand tightening around his cane as he limped to the door and yanked it open. Outside was one the strange golems that he'd seen when he arrived. "What?" he demanded.

The golem held out a note. Greg snatched it and saw it was the same as the one that had been pinned to his door with the added bonus of a line warning him that if he refused, the golem would take him down to the lake. Greg stared down at the note then back at the golem, weighing the possibility of truth in the note and whether he really wanted that sort of blow to his dignity.

"I don't do sports," he snapped at the golem, bitterness and anger creeping into his voice. He used to do sports. he didn't do them anymore. The golem didn't answer, just stared at him then pointed to the note.

Greg's face twisted in a mix of fury, humiliation and pain then he shoved the note at the golem. The stone man made no attempt to catch the note and it fluttered to the floor.

"Fine. I'm going," Greg snarled and he limped down the corridor and made his way outside. He slowed a little when he got outside and hit the uneven ground but he eventually made his way to the lake. He saw that there were others there before him and he kept his gaze on them instead of looking at the kayaks and canoes on the shore.

"Oh, joy," he said mockingly. "Do we get to sit around a campfire, eat smores and sing Kumbayah as well?"

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