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WHO: Duck (pas_de_ducks) and YOU!
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Late morning and afternoon, Sunday, 11/28
WARNINGS: probably not :V
SUMMARY: Duck's thinking about upcoming holidays! And probably just hanging out some.
FORMAT: para to start, then lol whatever
The air was crisp and cold, and new birds were beginning to flock to Central Park: snowbirds and blue jays, cardinals and a few ornery Canada geese with terrible accents. They all chattered to one another about the lights being strung up on trees and the changes in the City around them--changes Duck herself had begun to notice.
Back home, she'd known about the Nutcracker ballet, but here she was beginning to see ads for it from a dozen different ballet companies. She heard the music everywhere, and heard people talking about presents. She'd even seen strange candle-holders outside of certain buildings, with only the central light lit. It was all so new, so much bigger than Gold Crown Town... and oddly enough, she found she loved every minute of it, no matter how confusing or unfamiliar.
The birds, however, weren't particularly helpful in telling her why certain things were happening in the human world. She'd brought them some of the bread Fakir brought home from his job, in the hope of bribing some of the smarter birds into telling her something, but so far all she got was gossip about who was migrating with whom and how much worse the cold would be in Quebec this time of year.
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Late morning and afternoon, Sunday, 11/28
WARNINGS: probably not :V
SUMMARY: Duck's thinking about upcoming holidays! And probably just hanging out some.
FORMAT: para to start, then lol whatever
The air was crisp and cold, and new birds were beginning to flock to Central Park: snowbirds and blue jays, cardinals and a few ornery Canada geese with terrible accents. They all chattered to one another about the lights being strung up on trees and the changes in the City around them--changes Duck herself had begun to notice.
Back home, she'd known about the Nutcracker ballet, but here she was beginning to see ads for it from a dozen different ballet companies. She heard the music everywhere, and heard people talking about presents. She'd even seen strange candle-holders outside of certain buildings, with only the central light lit. It was all so new, so much bigger than Gold Crown Town... and oddly enough, she found she loved every minute of it, no matter how confusing or unfamiliar.
The birds, however, weren't particularly helpful in telling her why certain things were happening in the human world. She'd brought them some of the bread Fakir brought home from his job, in the hope of bribing some of the smarter birds into telling her something, but so far all she got was gossip about who was migrating with whom and how much worse the cold would be in Quebec this time of year.