Welcome to Spokane! - closed - For Martini, Ophelia, Rogue and Ric

[movetheearth]

Getting permission for the four of them to go to Spokane had been pretty easy considering that Ric could just ask Emma outright and getting there had been a quicker event thanks to a poker game in his favour and the debt being called in as a lift into town for them all. Wandering down West Main Avenue away from the Cyrus O'Leary's Restaurant (they'

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[marauding_miss]

Sighing slightly, Rogue turned to look around, her hair whipping around in the wind as she pushed it back off her face. "Ah'd think we should be headin' that way," pointing in a direction that Ric hadn't, "'cause o' the sign there, y'know sayin' 'Riverfront Park' an' the arrow pointin' that way?"

It really was just as well that Rictor wasn't their navigator, or they'd spend the whole day lost in Spokane and wind up with nothing that they wanted or needed to do. "Ah'd say the park is a decent idea," since it seemed to have something for all of them, and undoubtedly a few trees that Ophelia could climb that weren't fenced off in the street.

They'd done a lot of the shopping, and anything else could wait until later. The worst came to the worst, Mark could bend time just a little, surely.

"C'mon, before we start holdin' folks up."

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"Let's go! I wanna go mini-golfing first!" Martini said with all the eagerness of an overgrown seven year old, forcefully hauling Ric down the street by the arm. Rogue and Ophelia would be hard pressed to keep up. He was practically bouncing up and down. Yes, out of the entire list of unique attractions Ric had mentioned, the only one that had stuck in Mark's brain was miniature golfing. Such was the way his strange mind worked.

Mark was grinning happily. Today had been a good day. Just getting out of the stifling environment of the camp had done wonders for everyone's moods. "After this, I want ice cream." He announced to no one in particular, despite the fact they had just had lunch not fifteen minutes ago.

He nudged Ric, winking suggestively. "When we go on that skyride thing, we'll convince the girls to get their own car. I've already seen it." Things looked like they were only going to better from here on out today.

[mad_asahatter]

With Mark grabbing Ric, Phe seems to follow trend, taking Rogue's gloved hand in her own lace covered and hand running after them. For the whole world to see, they're four ridiculously immature young people running through the street. Ophelia wants the Carousel, she wants the gondola and the tour train. She just wants the freedom of the park.

"Chop chop!" Rogue easily keeps up with Phe, and Phe is shockingly light on her heavy booted feet, keeping pace behind Ric and Mark.

Everything around her just makes her feel carefree and happy. Even the small trickles of the world weary around them, the unhappy and frustrated, it's all filtered out around the excitement and joy. "Ice cream and slushies!" Ophelia wasn't about the turn down either.

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It would probably been the right time for Ric to admit defeat and hand over the tourist map to Rogue but he's stubborn and determined to at least keep up the charade that he's leading their little troop through Spokane. Though in reality Ric is just doing as he is told, used to being hauled along by his other half so it's pretty easy for him to catch his footing and keep up with Martini. Managing to shift Mark's grip from his arm to his hand Ric just grins at the suggestion, leaning over to bite at Mark's earlobe before bounding along, as equally enthused by the idea and promise of fun later

[marauding_miss]

Between Ric being affectionate, Mark barely understanding the concept of personal space and Ophelia not even pretending to understand it, Rogue had gotten used to their constant touching her that day. Ophelia's hand in hers wasn't a big deal, they both had gloves -although Phe's were just a little prettier, and really, Rogue was starting to not mind at all.

"Darlin'," watching Ric take his shot, Rogue dropped her little green ball to the ground, sighing slightly, "we'll be luck if Ah leave us a course t' play on." She didn't have the best of luck with games at all. Her strength getting away from her sometimes.

Taking a far more direct approach, Rogue just hit the ball with the club and tried not to take out any passers by. She gets it around the obstacles, into the hole in four shots and just shrugs. "Ah'll make it up later."

She's not overly fussed with winning, just that she's enjoying herself.

[time_schizo]

"Hmmmm." Martini studied the problem of how to get the ball into the hole with all the seriousness of Michelangelo studying the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel before painting it. He set the ball down and walked around it, looking at it from every angle. His face creased in thought and then as a lightbulb came on inside his brain, his face lit up in delight.

Flipping the golf club around, Martini knelt down and lined up the club's end with the ball. Shooting it like it was a pool cue, the bright purple golf ball astoundingly obliged and scored a hole in one. He twirled the club around with a pompous little smirk. "And that, boys and girls, is how you do it. Booyah"

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Unlike the others, Ophelia wasn't exactly sure what the hell she was meant to do with the club and her fluorescent pink ball. In fact, following Ric and Rogue, she had a small idea, but Martini blew that out of the water with his method.

Instead, Phe dropped her ball to the spot and simply kicked it around the layout. The fact that she had to kick it nine times to get it in the hole and then return to the start to get her club didn't seem odd to her at all.

"All done. Next one?" It didn't phase her at all, the grin never leaving her face at all.

[movetheearth]

Ric had been tempted to point out to Phe as she kicked the golf ball that technically she was cheating and missing the point of the game. But the fact that she had been enjoying herself and Martini was hardly playing by the rules... well he just let it slide.

Obviously this didn't sit well with the group of young guys behind them who were already getting restless at being made to wait their turn. Ric had mostly managed to ignore them and their comments but it was pretty obvious he was starting to get agitated.

At the second hole it took Ric two shots to pot his golf ball and of course he hardly did it subtly, dancing around the hole and crowing in victory.

[marauding_miss]

The noise from the group behind them set Rogue's teeth on edge. She disliked the general population of the Earth on a bad day, and this was a good day, so she tried to ignore it, grinning with Phe as she declared her shot a win.

With Mark and Phe, it wasn't like things would be normal, so Rogue hardly minded letting them do things their way. It kept them happy, it kept everything fairly light. So Rogue just went ahead and copied Ric and potted her ball on the next hole, making her two shots as well and getting a high five from Phe in congratulations.

Stepping out of the way, Rogue kept herself close between Ric and the other two, standing halfway down the hole, waiting for Mark and Phe.

[time_schizo]

Martini tried using his golf club the right way up on the next shot. It went wild as it shot up into the air, pinging off of everything in sight before ending up farther away from the hole then when he head begun. Taking his sweet time trying to get the ball back toward the hole, he failed to notice the agitation of the group which had once again become stuck behind them.

The tallest and burliest of them spoke up, directing the question towards Ric, whom he assumed was the leader (or at least the sanest) of the foursome. "Hey, pal. Think you can hurry it up a little?" The annoyance was clearly heard in his voice and seen by the scowl on his face.

[mad_asahatter]

At the tone, and then the wave of frustration and annoyance and mild disgust, Phe turned to stare. The whole group seemed to mirror each other, down to their outfits, just carbon copies of each other with no personality. Phe didn't get it. They looked the same, felt the same, acted the same. Like little sheep.

"Bo Peep's lost her sheep, does she know where to find you? If you hang a left and walk straight on, that's the nearest zoo. It's not too hard, best to try. At least that way, Bo Peep won't cry."

Times like these, Phe's sanity would be sorely needed. But club in hand and ball under her shoe, she's not entirely sure if she has offended or not. They are, after all, simply playing a game like everyone else. Why would these little sheep be so harsh?

[movetheearth]

Phe managed to respond before Ric could open his mouth and it was enough to make him smirk and remember that most people tended to back off after Phe started to speak in rhyme. But this guy? Oh no. Apparently he was he type who wanted to pick a fight and Phe's remarks only fuelled his ranting.

"What are you two like their carers or something? Take 'em back to the looney bin and leave 'em there to rot." The snide comment is enough to earn the guy some sniggers from his friends but it pisses Ric off. He finally turns to face them and gives the group a scatching look, drawing himself to his full height.

"Ay macetón, Why don't you and your friends back the hell off!" Fist clenched around the golf club Ric doesn't think twice about squaring up to the asshole.

[marauding_miss]

The raised voices and the bunching together of the group made Rogue frown, the fact that Rictor fired back a few insults only made her worry more. At the best of times, Phe didn't make much sense, but with those who weren't even aware of her, she made even less.

The comment about the 'looney bin' rubbed Rogue the wrong way, her fist clenching at her side as she watched between Ric and the supposed ring leader of the group.

"This is gonna end bad," mostly talking to herself, she makes the conscious decision to stick close to Ric as well, just in case they have another Japan incident.

[time_schizo]

"Can't we all just get along?" Judging by the unfriendly faces he now found himself surrounded by, Mark guess the answer to that question was a resounding and definite no with a capital N. Martini steered himself towards Ophelia, instinctively sticking close just in case the rapidly rising situation turned ugly.

He didn't know how this was going to turn out. There was too many decisions being made to get a clear lock on anything. That made Mark nervous.

"What did you call me, you little shit?" The big gorilla who had been the first to speak up stepped forward, a darkening scowl on his brow. Now he was itching to get into it with Ric. All it would take was the right word to set him off.

[mad_asahatter]

Wow. Phe was overloading. There was swirling hate, repressed anger bubbling to the forefront and Phe just couldn't help it. She nudged it, actually nudged it

[movetheearth]

Ric doesn't register the opps from Phe because he's too busy trying to square off to the asshole who didn't get the hint the first time. It's like someone has flicked a switch in his head that is telling him to just go for it and fight with the group, even though he's outnumbered. The warning system in his head should be screaming at Ric that this feels wrong, that he's no longer in control and edging towards the same precipice that had tipped him over the edge in Japan