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thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-03-11 02:33 pm
thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-03-11 02:33 pm
On the Way to Strokes of Genius, Wednesday Afternoon
Was it possible, really possible, for anyone to be so completely oblivious to what was going on in the skies over Fandom that they'd be tra-la-la-ing down the path with a very literal basket of goodies over one arm, The Best of the Bangles bouncing in their headphones, and not so much as a hat or an umbrella in sight, let alone a weapon?
...Have you met Francine?
Close your eyes, give me your hand... Between the music in her ears, the off-key version coming out of her mouth, and the fact that she was following instructions and bopping along the road with her hand out and her eyes closed, there was no way she was going to notice anything was up.
Until the first bit of up fell down on her, hitting her outstretched hand with a distinct but sadly not de-stinked SPLAT.
"Bwuh?" Eye-opening was followed by, "EWWWWWWW! What?" and looking up at the sky. ".............Oh, CRAP."
Well, yes. But also? Huge screeching bird-things with horrible almost-human faces, and sharp, sharp claws. How did she know they were sharp? Just a guess, courtesy the one that was currently circling lower in her direction, claws outstretched.
To her credit, she didn't completely freeze there.For more than a few seconds. She did manage to start running. Just long enough to trip over her skirt and send herself sprawling, cookies rolling out of the basket and off down the street.
Flat on her back in the road. Bird-thing cannonballing down towards her. "HeLLLllllLLLLllllLLLP!"
[For small blondes with issues!]
...Have you met Francine?
Close your eyes, give me your hand... Between the music in her ears, the off-key version coming out of her mouth, and the fact that she was following instructions and bopping along the road with her hand out and her eyes closed, there was no way she was going to notice anything was up.
Until the first bit of up fell down on her, hitting her outstretched hand with a distinct but sadly not de-stinked SPLAT.
"Bwuh?" Eye-opening was followed by, "EWWWWWWW! What?" and looking up at the sky. ".............Oh, CRAP."
Well, yes. But also? Huge screeching bird-things with horrible almost-human faces, and sharp, sharp claws. How did she know they were sharp? Just a guess, courtesy the one that was currently circling lower in her direction, claws outstretched.
To her credit, she didn't completely freeze there.
Flat on her back in the road. Bird-thing cannonballing down towards her. "HeLLLllllLLLLllllLLLP!"
[For small blondes with issues!]
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"Uh, Francie, running now would be good."
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"Crap crap crap crap crap crap -- NO, THAT'S NOT A SUGGESTION!"