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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
2009-01-31 09:13 pm UTC (link)
Greg snarled and lashed out with his cane when the vampire picked him up and carried him over to the boat, dumping him in the front end of the boat and shoving them out into the water. Fury burned in his eyes and as he snatched an oar from the vampire he was tempted to use it to sweep the man's legs out from underneath him. The only thing that stopped him is that the vampire would probably turn the boat over as he fell and he was in no mood to get overly wet.

"Sit down for a start before you tip us over," he said in a snide, condescending voice as he glared over his shoulder. "And start putting that oar to some use instead of waving it around like a fairy's wand."

He turned around and settled himself better, stowing his cane by his feet before shifting so that he could use his right hand to get the most power in his strokes to start with. Might as well make some use of the musculature using his cane had built up. It took only a couple of strokes to settle into the old remembered rhythm, switching sides every couple of strokes since he doubted vampire boy behind him knew his arse from his elbow when it came to canoeing despite his braggadocio earlier. They wouldn't win unless the vampire was a quick learner and could pick up his tempo and match it but even if he turned out to be dead weight, Greg was fairly certain he could get close to the others. He didn't give a shit about winning. The only things he cared about winning these days were his battles with the medical puzzles that came his way and his battles with Cuddy. Everything was just white noise.

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