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

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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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[info]drcurmudgeon
2009-01-24 04:38 am UTC (link)
Greg shot the overly pretty man a look that spoke volumes, mostly things along the lines of 'are you really that stupid?' and 'I see that all the things they say about blonds are true'. He then dismissed the man as not worth the effort and peered over in the direction the woman had come from. The very English voice that emerged from the shadows was far more interesting than either of the other two, especially when the voice said something about blowing in the wind.

His eyes narrowed when the woman called the man in the shadows a vampire and his curiosity was caught. He didn't even object to the woman calling him a cripple. It was what he was after all. "Vampire, eh? That for real or are you just one of those wanna-be goths who end up in my clinic because they've tried to bite each other and ended up with a really neat infection." He glanced over at the other two and smirked. "The human mouth is a filthy place."

He glanced up when the woman asked for the sky to cloud over and made a mental note of that. He might have to see exactly how far he could go in asking for thing. A smirk floated across his face. That could be fun.

He then gave the woman a withering glare. "Enjoy yourselves," he said dismissively as he leaned on his cane. "I am secure enough in my masculinity to not give a damn about winning races." He glanced over at the supposed vampire and gave him a speculative look. He had a snide snarkiness that Greg approved of. "I say we adjourn to the bar and have a few drinks and let the sporty types drown themselves to their heart's content."

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