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I was inspired to write this by the following post on DS_noticebard:
http://community.livejournal.com/ds_noticeboard/1111551.html
Title: Action Figures
Author: Phenyx
02/22/2009
Rated G
Ray skittered into the duty-free shop. Fraser followed like a weary mother chasing a recalcitrant child. They were on the last leg of their journey back to Chicago, precisely halfway through a four-hour layover.
In Ray’s defense, the trip to Chicago was always an exhausting one. Tuktoyuktuk to Aklavik. Aklavik to Yellowknife. Yellowknife to Calgary. Calgary to Toronto. And finally, Toronto to Chicago. Fifteen hours in totality including layovers. It was enough to try even the most patient of travelers. Not that Ray Kowalski would ever be considered as such.
Fraser wanted nothing more than to sit quietly with his book, or possibly nap for a time while they awaited their next flight. But Ray would have none of that. At this point, he had consumed far too many cups of coffee and was now nearly vibrating with artificial stimulants.
After thirty minutes of jittering restlessly in the waiting area, Ray had once again set off toward the coffee shop. Fraser grabbed his partner by the arm.
“No more coffee, Ray,” Fraser ordered.
“Come on, Frase,” Ray had whined. He had actually whined. Not that Fraser would point the fact out to him. It seemed that there were limits to Fraser’s bravery. “There’s nothing to do. I can’t just sit here. I can’t.”
“Fine,” Fraser replied. “Lets walk a bit.”
That was how they had found the duty-free shop.
Ray methodically worked his way among the shelves. He seemed determined to handle every single item on display. Ray tried on baseball caps and grinned like the Cheshire cat as he modeled each one for Fraser.
Something on the far side of the store caught Ray’s eye and he abruptly veered in that direction.
“Oh, cool!” He exclaimed. “Look Fraser, look.”
“Oh, dear,” Fraser frowned when he saw the source of his partner’s enthusiasm.
“It’s a Mountie action figure!” Ray crowed.
The doll in Ray’s hand was just under 18 centimeters tall. It was outfitted in a miniature dress uniform complete with hat and all the accessories.
“It looks exactly like you,” Ray said.
“It does not,” Fraser responded testily.
“Well not exactly,” Ray went on. “On account of the fact that you’re not in the serge at the moment. But really, if this thing was wearing denim and plaid I’d be a little freaked out right now.”
“Well that’s just silly Ray.” Fraser shook his head. “That statuette bears no resemblance to me whatsoever.”
“Statue-what?” Ray grinned. “It’s an action figure. See? It’s pose able.” He proceeded to demonstrate by arranging the tiny hand in a vague approximation of a salute. “Neat. The hat comes off.” Flipping the figure over, Ray started to peer under the small red jacket.
“Ray please,” Fraser pleaded. “Put it back.”
“No way,” Ray protested. “I’m gonna buy it.”
“You most certainly will not!”
Ray smiled wickedly. “What’s the matter, Frase? Is it weird being an action figure?”
“It is not an action figure. And it looks nothing like me,” Fraser called after him as Ray took the doll to the checkout counter. “You are seriously unhinged!”
Ray ignored him. As he pulled his last few Canadian dollars from his wallet, Ray asked the sales clerk, “Hey, do you know if I can buy other outfits for him? You know, little lumberjack sets or a dogsled set? Can I buy the half-wolf sidekick?”
The clerk eyed him as though she was considering calling security.
“It’s alright,” Fraser told her. “I’m afraid the Dramamine is kicking in.”
Ray snickered. As they left the store, Ray bounced excitedly. “Hey Frase,” Ray asked. “Do you suppose it’s anatomically correct?”
“Ray!” Fraser gasped in mortification.
“No worries. I’ll find out soon enough.” Ray’s glee was apparent and he seemed to be making no effort to conceal it.
Fraser sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to combat the headache forming there. As they made their way back to the waiting area, Fraser realized that if the toy kept Ray entertained for the next hour, it would be worth its weight in gold.
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http://community.livejournal.com/ds_noticeboard/1111551.html
Title: Action Figures
Author: Phenyx
02/22/2009
Rated G
Ray skittered into the duty-free shop. Fraser followed like a weary mother chasing a recalcitrant child. They were on the last leg of their journey back to Chicago, precisely halfway through a four-hour layover.
In Ray’s defense, the trip to Chicago was always an exhausting one. Tuktoyuktuk to Aklavik. Aklavik to Yellowknife. Yellowknife to Calgary. Calgary to Toronto. And finally, Toronto to Chicago. Fifteen hours in totality including layovers. It was enough to try even the most patient of travelers. Not that Ray Kowalski would ever be considered as such.
Fraser wanted nothing more than to sit quietly with his book, or possibly nap for a time while they awaited their next flight. But Ray would have none of that. At this point, he had consumed far too many cups of coffee and was now nearly vibrating with artificial stimulants.
After thirty minutes of jittering restlessly in the waiting area, Ray had once again set off toward the coffee shop. Fraser grabbed his partner by the arm.
“No more coffee, Ray,” Fraser ordered.
“Come on, Frase,” Ray had whined. He had actually whined. Not that Fraser would point the fact out to him. It seemed that there were limits to Fraser’s bravery. “There’s nothing to do. I can’t just sit here. I can’t.”
“Fine,” Fraser replied. “Lets walk a bit.”
That was how they had found the duty-free shop.
Ray methodically worked his way among the shelves. He seemed determined to handle every single item on display. Ray tried on baseball caps and grinned like the Cheshire cat as he modeled each one for Fraser.
Something on the far side of the store caught Ray’s eye and he abruptly veered in that direction.
“Oh, cool!” He exclaimed. “Look Fraser, look.”
“Oh, dear,” Fraser frowned when he saw the source of his partner’s enthusiasm.
“It’s a Mountie action figure!” Ray crowed.
The doll in Ray’s hand was just under 18 centimeters tall. It was outfitted in a miniature dress uniform complete with hat and all the accessories.
“It looks exactly like you,” Ray said.
“It does not,” Fraser responded testily.
“Well not exactly,” Ray went on. “On account of the fact that you’re not in the serge at the moment. But really, if this thing was wearing denim and plaid I’d be a little freaked out right now.”
“Well that’s just silly Ray.” Fraser shook his head. “That statuette bears no resemblance to me whatsoever.”
“Statue-what?” Ray grinned. “It’s an action figure. See? It’s pose able.” He proceeded to demonstrate by arranging the tiny hand in a vague approximation of a salute. “Neat. The hat comes off.” Flipping the figure over, Ray started to peer under the small red jacket.
“Ray please,” Fraser pleaded. “Put it back.”
“No way,” Ray protested. “I’m gonna buy it.”
“You most certainly will not!”
Ray smiled wickedly. “What’s the matter, Frase? Is it weird being an action figure?”
“It is not an action figure. And it looks nothing like me,” Fraser called after him as Ray took the doll to the checkout counter. “You are seriously unhinged!”
Ray ignored him. As he pulled his last few Canadian dollars from his wallet, Ray asked the sales clerk, “Hey, do you know if I can buy other outfits for him? You know, little lumberjack sets or a dogsled set? Can I buy the half-wolf sidekick?”
The clerk eyed him as though she was considering calling security.
“It’s alright,” Fraser told her. “I’m afraid the Dramamine is kicking in.”
Ray snickered. As they left the store, Ray bounced excitedly. “Hey Frase,” Ray asked. “Do you suppose it’s anatomically correct?”
“Ray!” Fraser gasped in mortification.
“No worries. I’ll find out soon enough.” Ray’s glee was apparent and he seemed to be making no effort to conceal it.
Fraser sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to combat the headache forming there. As they made their way back to the waiting area, Fraser realized that if the toy kept Ray entertained for the next hour, it would be worth its weight in gold.
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