jormungandyr | (cause on Tuesday) [open post]

(cause on Tuesday) [open post]

[so today, wherever you are- house, apartment, lab, aquarium, field, forest, starry plane- there's a bunch of teddy bears taking off and possibly scrambling to hide under the nearest bit of cover. There's also a sign!

Grab a partner, catch three teddies and win a prize*!
*Prize boxes guaranteed to be 95% boobytrap free.

Do you try your luck, and if so, who with?]

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> Dave Strider

[Oliver looks at the other man on the Plane with him. then he looks at the bears. then at the other man] Uh...any idea what's going on here?

[one bear has decided to be enterprising and is hiding behind the pole holding the sign up. Dave looks at the sign, ignoring the bear for now, and then at Oliver, head tilted slightly.]

If I had to guess, I'd say some chump wants to see us running around for the hell of it. How do you rate our chances of actually catching any of these things?

Uh, probably not good. But does it matter? I mean, who wants a prize that's probably booby-trapped?

[he gives the bears a considering look] And I don't know what we'd do with them if we caught them, anyway.

Maybe if you liked long odds.

Assuming we get a box, we could try fitting them in it. Might end up with some scratches, though. [so he's not all that enthused about the prospect, though that might be a little hard to tell.]

[the bears aren't too thrilled by that idea either, one raising a fist to shake in Dave's general direction.]

[he raises an eyebrow at Dave] Soooo...remind me why we'd want to?

[at the bear's reaction, he looks a bit wounded] Hey! We're not gonna hurt you!

On the off-chance we get a prize box that isn't boobytrapped, looks like. Doesn't even say what kind of prize it is.

[the bear looks somewhat mollified, if still a bit suspicious. Dave lifts his chin a little.] We'd poke some airholes in and everything.

[Oliver is still skeptical] How are we gonna know if it's boobytrapped or not without setting it off?

Could try opening it from a distance. Got a long stick?

[thoughtfully; that might be a good idea!] I guess I could get one from home. [he glances at the bears] Still not sure what they're gonna think of the idea, though. And have you got a box?

[he raises his eyebrows, just for a moment, and nods] Suits me.

[he shrugs. They're probably not going to be that impressed, honestly, but since they don't seem as bad as the consorts, Dave's cool with letting them out again.] I can grab one quick, no sweat.

[he pauses briefly, watching the bears. he's still not sure this is a good idea, but he can't really see himself just ignoring this situation. he sighs and nods] Yeah, okay. I'll wait here.

[and watch the bears as they surely try to get away]

[Dave nods, and takes off to go look for a box around the bar. Even somewhere that refills its shelves has got to have boxes from when people wanted to carry more than a few bottles, right? He's back in a little while, murmuring under his breath as he gets closer to pop the box out of his sylladex.]

Got anything handy for making airholes? [he can try to use his sowrd, but that might end up making them a little bigger than they'd like.]

[they are definitely shuffling away at this point.]

Whoa! Where were you hiding that? [Oliver blinks at the box and then at Dave]

Oh! Uh... [he digs in his pockets] We could use a biro, maybe? [he pulls out the pen and offers it to Dave uncertainly]

Got it from the bar. [obviously. But since that's probably not what Oliver was asking about, Dave raises his chin slightly, eyebrows above his sunglasses.] Brought in here in the old sylladex. You don't have one?

Yeah, looks like it'll work. [he takes the biro and settles down to start poking holes in the box. It's… a bit trickier than he could've hoped for, but it's kind of working.]