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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[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!"