Take Your Fandom Home With You Day. (What do you mean that's silly, shut up.)
Last night gyzym wrote this adorable thingy where Danny and Steve are living in her home state and doing home state-y things, and it got me to thinking - a few years ago somebody hosted this awesome "Take Your Fandom To Work Day" (which I still want to revive at some point, seriously) where you took your characters and sometimes your canon plots and
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"Canadians are weird," Alex says after the umpteenth person apologizes to him after he bumps into them. "It's like they have their own language, and two-thirds of it is different ways to say 'sorry'."
Scott tugs his coat tighter against him and pulls his toque down on his head. It's a ridiculous affair, white with a blue maple leaf on it, a symbol for the Toronto Maple Leafs, that Scott is only vaguely aware of as a hockey team, mostly because they lose every year without fail, but also because Scott doesn't actually give a shit about hockey. It was the last hat the store had that wasn't one of those goddamn hats with earflaps or pigtails, and Scott had to sacrifice a huge chunk of his pride to even consider wearing it in public.
"This," he says after a moment, with a side glance at Alex, who actually bought the hat with the earflaps because Australians don't have a word for 'shame' in their vocabulary, "coming from an Australian."
Alex scowls over at Scott. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Australians are weird."
"You're weird," Alex grumbles, and Scott laughs and reaches over to rub Alex's shoulder, feeling warmed when Alex puts his arm around Scott and pulls him closer.
They're at the base of the CN Tower, surrounded by tourists taking pictures of the tower, the cafe at the top, and the two smiling Mounties bundled up in big, black coats, their boots covered in salt and grime. Alex has already made Scott take a whole roll of pictures of him with the Mounties, standing between them with his earflaps down and a huge grin on his face, and Scott had found himself smiling along with Alex, even as he'd mocked him for being such a tourist. It's hard to resist that kind of enthusiasm, and God knows that Scott's tried.
"So." He cranes his head back to look up at the tower and shudders at the thought of even going up there. Apparently, the floors are all glass and you can see exactly where you're walking. Scott's already told Alex he's passing on this, even though Alex insists it's totally safe. Knowing his luck, he'd be the first and only unlucky schmuck to have the glass break under his feet and plunge to his death cursing Alex's name. "Where do we go from here?"
Alex consults his guidebook, a small, square book that has dog-eared pages and colorful Post-It Notes sticking out from every direction.
Alex takes his vacation-planning seriously. Scott learned that the hard way after Australia.
"Hmmm." He pages through the book with his fingerless gloves ("So you can keep your hands warm and do stuff," he'd told Scott cheerfully), looking for a specific section, and lets out a triumphant sound when he finds it. "We can go to the Eaton Centre."
Scott shrugs. "And do what?"
Alex tilts his head at the book. "Shopping?"
"No."
Alex consults the book again. "Hey, we can have bubble tea." At Scott's look, he explains, "Black or green tea with different flavors and tapioca pearls at the bottom."
Scott makes a face. "Pass. I already got indigestion from the street meat you made me eat yesterday."
Alex rolls his eyes. "I don't know what you're bitching about. It was the most delicious hot dog I ever had."
"Hot dog, my ass," Scott retorts. "That was pigeon meat, and nothing you say can convince me otherwise."
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"So." He cranes his head back to look up at the tower and shudders at the thought of even going up there. - Meeeeeeee, too, Scotty. Me, too.
...and now I will commence with the SHRIEKING OF GLEEEEEEEEEEE.
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I still haaaaaaaaaaaates it.
Haha, earflaps. Oh winter, how I hates you.
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