The Deck, Thursday Morning

[notahostage]

Wendy had been planning on going for a morning jog, a plan soon scuttled by the rain of coloured rocks. Not so much because she had an objection to running in the odd but painless rain as that she'd rapidly gotten distracted by the effects of the rocks on her person.

Which was why she was currently standing out on the deck, doing what looked like a deranged cross between martial arts, interpretive dance, and the hokey-pokey, mostly to see what happened as various colours of rock hit her.

[Open as decks are.]

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[unddann]

Lola totally lacked an appropriate colored icon thanks to not having photoshop on the mun's work computer wandered out onto the deck a bit carefully.

She'd certainly had plenty of time to get used to Fandom in all its absurdity, but this . . . .

"This is new."

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

"I'm beginning to think that new things that have never happened before are going to be pretty common around here," Agnes told her.

[unddann]

Lola nodded slowly, and was splattered by a bright green rock in the middle of her forehead. She wiped at it to no avail. "But it must run out of new things, someday, ja?"

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Agnes replied, "But I kind of doubt it. It seems like a pretty resourceful sort of island."

[unddann]

"You have been here a long time?"

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

Agnes shook her head. "Just since the middle of summer, but it hasn't run out of things yet. Sometimes I feel like it's got a committee of wizards somewhere whose only job is to come up with strange things to throw at us. Whatever it is, it's got a sense of humor, so there's that."

[unddann]

"Humor, ja. I'm thinking I should be carrying a camera."

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

"Not around me, you shouldn't!" Agnes protested.

Suddenly struck by something, she looked at Lola curiously. "Your accent -- you're not from Uberwald, by any chance, are you?"

[unddann]

"Uberwas?" Lola shook her head. "I'm from Berlin."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack currently resembled Lola in terms of hair color...but with a touch more pink. He was less than thrilled. "Tell me my hair isn't as pink as I think it is?" he asked.

[unddann]

Lola smirked. "I can't until you tell me how pink you think it is."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He was not glaring, really. "Very pink." Any pink was as pink as he thought it was. "They got you, too, right?" he asked, probably not remembering that Lola's hair was very red before the rocks-fall-everyone-dyes.

[unddann]

"Did they? Is it blue? I have been thinking of trying blue hair."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Blue? But it's red."

A mauve rock decided to sneak in under Jack's less-than-spectacular defenses and pelted him in the shoulder. He tried to blow the dust away. It didn't work. "Oh, come on," he grumbled.

[unddann]

"You must give yourself up for pink," Lola advised. "And ja, blue. It has been red for too long."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Blue would look nice. Better'n pink," he declared, lowering the chair slightly.

And then he groaned, because he was pelted again, and if anyone called him a yellowbelly, he'd have to call them out.

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

Agnes had gotten hit in a face with a rock of her old favorite color (annoyingly light and frilly pink) the moment she'd walked outside. Thankfully, she barely had time to be disgusted by her new hue before another rock fell and she was bright green. And then blue.

Shrugging, she wandered over to lean on the deck railing and watched Wendy's dance. "Nice show," she commented.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Oh, what the hell is this?" Jack exclaimed, trying to doge the whatever-it-was that was falling--is...is that in his hair? PINK?!


Jack was holding a deck chair above his head much as a lion-tamer would.

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

"Magically colorful falling rocks," Agnes answered matter-of-factly.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Well, that was true. Still wasn't helping Jack. "My hair is pink!" he whined whined. Thwack. THere, now it was red, too. "This is just crazy. You need a chair, too?" he asked, standing by another one.

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't hurt," Agnes told him. "Besides, I've already been hit -- it's too late to avoid it now."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

That's true. Everyone was starting to look like one of those paintings that everyone thought was great but looked like someone knocked over a bunch of paint cans when drunk.

"I suppose so," he said, taking another one to the face. Oh, great. Pink eye.

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

Agnes chuckled as she shifted through a few more colors. "Maybe you'd better keep your chair."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Oh, jeez, when is this going to stop?" At least Agnes was dealing with it a bit better.

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

Dealing with things was what Agnes did best -- everyone always just assumed she would cope, and she seemed to manage all right.

"Eventually," she told him. "In the meantime, just ignore it. You look pretty."

Except for your hairstyle.