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grenadesandohana) wrote2022-05-26 10:58 am
grenadesandohana) wrote2022-05-26 10:58 am
Secluded Area of the Beach, Thursday [after yoga]
Steve had enjoyed the quiet of being in yoga and was trying to keep that feeling going for as long as possible, which was why he was on the beach, near where his beach chairs from the house in O'ahu had inexplicably landed in Fandom.
The chairs had become a porg colony--birds absolutely everywhere--and Steve...Steve overreacted. "You can't live here!" he shouted, waving his hands as he ran at them. "These are my dad's chairs!"
The porgs stared at him with their giant black eyes and refused to move.
Steve charged again, getting close enough to physically bat them away and learn that the chairs really needed a wash-down.
So that was why Steve was on the beach with an improbably long hose and a power-washer, cleaning the chairs and muttering to himself. Any porg that got too close was going to get the hose.
[OOC: For the partner in crime and all other things!]
The chairs had become a porg colony--birds absolutely everywhere--and Steve...Steve overreacted. "You can't live here!" he shouted, waving his hands as he ran at them. "These are my dad's chairs!"
The porgs stared at him with their giant black eyes and refused to move.
Steve charged again, getting close enough to physically bat them away and learn that the chairs really needed a wash-down.
So that was why Steve was on the beach with an improbably long hose and a power-washer, cleaning the chairs and muttering to himself. Any porg that got too close was going to get the hose.
[OOC: For the partner in crime and all other things!]