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Jun 07, 2010 17:50

In general, trying to hide behind a record wasn't the best idea in the world. Trying to hide behind a record with your picture splashed all over the back was an even worse idea, especially when it said in large and gigantic glittery letters MAKE IT SPARKLE. Of all the things that she could be holding, this was a bad idea. She was going to put it ( Read more... )

walt hasser, robin scherbatsky, harry sullivan, ishiah, dr. hawkeye pierce, dr. meredith grey

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anger_sideways June 7 2010, 22:29:15 UTC

"I'm way ahead of you there," Hawkeye called, raising his martini glass. His routine on the island had fallen into a similar pattern to that back at the 4077th - a little medical work, a little recreation by way of reading or doing repairs or paddling in the sea, and a lot of drinking. Alcoholic? Him? He preferred the term 'lush', it sounded more stylish.

He came to a stop and looked quizzically at the girl hiding behind a record.

"Are we playing hide and seek? I hate to say it, but I think I've already found you."

robin_sparkles June 7 2010, 22:41:29 UTC

Robin winced heavily as she let the album fall down to about her shoulders, clutching the record tight to her chest and trying to hide the picture just in case there was still a hope in hell at preserving her dignity. "We're not," she said, hoping that the jukebox was done playing her songs, but she could never tell. "Unless you want to be? I'm a very good seeker."

anger_sideways June 7 2010, 23:22:38 UTC

"It'd pass the time," Hawkeye said, mulling it over, and then flashed a bright grin at the girl. "And I could certainly enjoy being sought by you."

In the background, the jukebox switched tune, to something that sadly Hawkeye recognised. The song wasn't from his time, and he'd compare the sound to a robot dying inside a washing machine, but the lyrics were clear - some girl repeating 'womaniser, womaniser, ooh you're a womaniser'. It'd played it to him a few times now, in amidst the protest songs and the ones about going crazy. You didn't need to be a literary expert to get the gist.

"What's that in your hands?" he asked, glancing at the record. "If we could find something to play it on, maybe we could drown out that hunk of junk."

robin_sparkles June 7 2010, 23:29:12 UTC

Robin stared at the record, then at the man, then panicked and tried to think of something quick and witty, but she really wasn't having much luck and was standing there not-speaking for a lot longer than she wanted to be. "This? Noooo," she drew out the word. "No. It's bad Canadian music, no one wants to hear that."

anger_sideways June 8 2010, 19:50:45 UTC

"What's wrong with Canada?" Hawkeye asked, amused by the girl's defensiveness. "I like Canada! It's America's friendly liberal toupee. It gave us maple syrup, and fighting on ice." When he was little they'd take a boat across the Gulf of Maine and holiday up in Nova Scotia; the scenery out there was beautiful.

"Though I'll agree it's not famed for its music. The list of famous Canadian composers is not a long one," he went on, thinking it over. "Where'd you even find that thing? I thought the jukebox kept all the music to itself."

robin_sparkles June 9 2010, 00:45:38 UTC

"Nothing! Canada's awesome," Robin said with a derisive scoff. "I'm Canadian, but this music? So not good, really," she said, knowing that she was edging precariously close to the edge of protesting too much. "And there's all kinds of records in here," she said, gesturing to the pile. "You can kind of go record-diving if that's your thing. Me? I was totally looking for Bryan Adams. Not...this."

anger_sideways June 10 2010, 22:36:23 UTC

"Bryan who?" Hawkeye said, and then shrugged it off. After his time, he'd guess, like most things here. He knelt down and started to go through the pile of records; not that he had a record player of his own, but it couldn't hurt to look. If he found something good, maybe he could make a player out of coconuts and palm leaves or something.

"I don't think we've met, have we? I like to think I'd remember a face like yours," Hawkeye said, and instead of turning round to look at her, just leaned backwards instead, extending a hand at an awkward angle. "Hawkeye Pierce, gentleman beach bum."

robin_sparkles June 11 2010, 02:32:53 UTC

"Robin Scherbatsky," she introduced herself with an easy grin, trying to relax and just let it all go, her past haunting her and trying to do her ears in with music. "I'd like to call myself a lady of leisure, but I think people know me better as 'that chick with all the dogs'," she admitted, going for honesty over fantasy.

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