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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
2009-01-26 06:31 pm UTC (link)
Greg's urge to direct a few snide comments at the blond boy was derailed when the supposed vampire's face changed. Now that was fascinating.

"Interesting," he said, limping closer to get a better look and feeling almost disappointed when the vampire... he was willing to concede that now... went back to normal. "And very neat. Good way of blending in with normal humans. So I'm assuming from the blankets, vampires are vulnerable to sunlight but that there are simple measures that can protect you? And do you automatically drain everyone you bite or can you control how much blood you take?" He paused as a curious thought occurred to him. "Do the different blood types taste different? Is there any differences between people in terms of blood, either taste or strength?"

He eyed the golems with distaste, trying to judge how serious they actually were then he snorted derisvely and a sardonic sneer grew on his face and moved a bit closer to the vampire.

"I used to compete in kayaks and canoes quite seriously," he said through gritted teeth, keeping his voice low and hating having to admit this, hating have to reference anything that had happened before the infarction. Though it did occur to him that if anything his upper body strength would only have improved since the infarction. "I think the reason why I stopped is pretty fucking obvious. You come up with a way I can get into that damned canoe without falling flat on my face in the water and without you or any of the others, including those golems, picking me up and putting me in it, then I'll actually put that experience to good use since you moronic meatheads seem to actually want to enjoy this."

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