The Park, Wednesday afternoon

[superartie]

Artie was out and about in the park with a butterfly net.

This might have something to do with those foul freaky feathered fiends, the ducks.

It also might have something to do with the fact that Mortimer, his buggy companion, is nowhere in sight.

It's Artie. Who knows, really?

[ooc: open for all your park/superhero needs]

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Here comes Jude at full speed, using ducks, pedestrians, and just about everything else as an obstacle course. Oooh, bench. Time for a grind.

Or, you know, he could just hit the bench at full speed, miss the trick completely, and end up four feet away on his back.

"Duuude, haaaaaaaaaarsh."

[superartie]

Artie bounded over in his Artie-ish way. "Boy! Are you alright?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine, bro," Jude replied, peering up at him upsidedown. "Nice shirt." He chuckled, but he actually liked the shirt. Jude is incapable of sarcasm.

[superartie]

Honestly, if Jude were sarcastic, Artie might not notice.

He struck a heroic pose. "Why, thank you, little Viking! I find your hat delightful as well!"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude straightened the tuque as he climbed to his feet and retrieved his board. "Thanks, dude," he said with a mellow smile. "I'm rather fond of it myself."

[superartie]

"Ah! And a skateboard. Excellent!" Artie swapped poses. "Tell me, boy, do you canoe?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude chuckled. "When I'm up in Algonquin I do," he drawled.

[superartie]

"Fantastic!" Artie bounded into an very straight standing position, then leaned forward, bending at the hips, to offer Jude his hand. "I am Artie! The strongest man . . . in the World! It is always a pleasure to meet a fellow conoseur of the canoe!"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude, completely not phrased by the bounding, posing, overuse of italics, introduction, and love of canoes, shook his hand. "I'm Jude, bro."

[superartie]

Artie shook heartily indeed, then struck another pose, as he does. "Tell me, Jude, do you prefer the smooth sailing of fresh cut grass, or the bumpy rapids of an elementary school parking lot when you canoe?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I prefer water, bro," Jude replied placidly. "Parking lots are better for skating. But I've never tried grass so I can't form an opinion of it at the moment."

[superartie]

"Haven't tried?" Artie blinked. "Well, we will have to fix that!"

And he bounded away.

And returned, moments later, effortlessly rowing a canoe across the grassy park.

"Hop in, my viking! Hop in!"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Canoe on grass.

Awesome.

"Wicked, bro!" Jude grinned as he settled into the canoe with his board across his needs. "Want me to help paddle?"

[superartie]

"Certainly!" Artie offered him a spare oar.

Don't ask where he got that from.

"And perhaps we should sing a jaunty tune?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to propel the canoe forward, having only had experience with, y'know, water. But he went with the flow and paddled. It seemed to work. Somehow.

"Sure, bro," he chuckled.

[superartie]

Artie took a deep breath and leaned back, then started singing.

United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama
Haiti, Jamaica, Peru,
Republic Dominican, Cuba, Carribean, Greenland
El Salvador, too!

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude would be singing along if he knew the words. But he didn't. He was, however, paddling in time.

This was kinda cool.

He should tell Jen. Maybe she could get grass-travelling canoes in at the Penalty Box.

[superartie]

Puerto Rico, Columbia,
Venezuela,
Honduras, Guyana, and still;
Guatemala, Bolivia,
then Argentina,
and Ecuador, Chile, Brazil.

Costa Rica, Belize,
Nicaragua, Bermuda,
Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan;
Paraguay, Uruguay,
Suriname, and
French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam.

Artie steered the canoe to the right and off the grass, onto the asphault of the road by the park.

Probably just wanted to give his new friend the full land canoe experience.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, dude," Jude said as the ride got bumpier. "Awwwwwwwwwwwesome."

Yep, definitely talking to Jen. He wondered how land canoes did on tile.

[superartie]

Norway, and Sweden,
and Iceland, and Finland,
and Germany now one piece;
Switzerland, Austria,
Czechoslovakia,
Italy, Turkey, and Greece.

Artie opened his mouth to continue, but seemed to have forgotten the words as he started singing something a bit stranger.

Portland in gamia,
Scotchguard, insania,
Catch all them all if you can. . . .

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude didn't know the right words anyway. He was, however, humming along to the tune as he paddled, a blissful, zen-like expression on his face. Let nothing harsh this boy's mellow.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Not quite ready to brave the actual town yet, Tim decided to check out the park. He told himself he would not compare it to Central Park.

[superartie]

Central Park might not have a guy in a titanium sweat suit bouncing around waving a giant butterfly net in the air and laughing.

On the other hand, it might.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Huh. Well that was different. Tim stopped to watch what in New York was either performance art, or, maybe this was how some of his adventures had looked to those who couldn't see the Fae.

*Deja Vu*

[superartie]

Artie's bounding brought him about in a full circle and he suddenly stopped.

"Great googly moogly! Pete!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim looked behind him to see who the energetic lunatic was talking to.

"Huh?" My but he was an articulate boy wasn't he.

[superartie]

"Pete, it's me! Artie! The strongest man! In the world!" Artie struck a super, if plaintive pose. "Don't say you've forgotten me!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Uh, I think you may have me mistaken for someone else." Tim said. Unfortunately he wasn't entirely CERTAIN of that.

[superartie]

Artie kept trying. "Pete Wrigley! From Wellsville. Oh, remember the fun times we used to have? The bowling ball? The prank war? Your job as a range boy?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Well that cleared it up. "No, I'm Tim Desmond from Flatbush." he said. "And I've never been a Range Boy. Just a babysitter. It's nice to meet you Mr..."

[superartie]

"Ah." Artie was obviously saddened by this news. Then he struck a heroic pose, anyway. "Call me Artie!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Oh right. Duh, in the confusing conversation earlier the guy had introduced himself hadn't he. "Sorry I'm not who you thought I was. Sounds like quite a guy."

[superartie]

"Yes." Artie looked a bit nostalgic again for a moment, then shook it off. "But enough about the past. Has your day been pipe?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

And here he thought after the return, nothing could make him stand momentarily speechless with his mouth open.
"Uhm, yes?"

[superartie]

"Excellent!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

So pipe was good then. "And yours? Has it been...pipe?"

[superartie]

"Oh yes." Artie struck a heroic pose. "Very pipe indeed! So many new vikings to greet!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

A slow smile appeared on Tim's face. He was beginning to like this weirdo. And he was starting to understand what he was saying.
"Yeah it's a lot of folks to meet."

[superartie]

Artie nodded happily. "So, Tim! What brings you to Fandom?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

If anyone would be able to see the Fae, it'd be this guy. "Well it's kinda a long story. But to sum it up, my hometown got a sudden influx of Faeries, and I'm supposed to help them integrate. I got sent here because it's supposed to help me deal with the unusual."

[superartie]

"Then you've come to the right place, lad!" Artie lowered his voice. "But beware, young Tim, beware and take care, because a foul wind can blow across this town. A foul wind of emo!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"I'm getting that sense yeah." He paused. "Emo? The red furry guy from Sunflower Road?"

[superartie]

"Emo." said Artie. "Like a disease of sadness."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Huh. "Good to know. Thanks for the warning."

[superartie]

"No problem," Artie said cheerfully, slinging his butterfly net up on his shoulder.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

He was almost afraid to ask. "What's the net for?"

[superartie]

"Why, catching emo, of course!"

[ooc: with omg, thanks to oatmanspatient]

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"...Of course. Well, I think I'll let you get back to it then. I'm sure I'll see you around Artie."

[superartie]

"Indeed! Farewell, my little viking!"