Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel?

[goldeneyedflash]

Bob liked food, but he always had that. He also liked playing. He knew the others couldn't fly like he could, and that was sad, but Bart would come up with games they could play. This one was really fun, too. Bart had made wooden dowels, sanded smooth so that they didn't cause splinters, and would throw them. The only problem was he seemed to

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[callofkaren]

Some things were a lot more improbable than others, and Karen actually having a civil conversation with Angela Schrute-nee-Martin was one of them.

All she'd been doing was heading on home with a bowl of fruit she'd pilfered from the kitchen, planning on spending a night at home with a long book. Instead, she'd run into Angela on the path, said something nice about how well Sprinkles was looking (and she'd actually meant it) and now Angela was actually looking at Karen and not glaring.

It was freaking her out a little.

So much so that she didn't notice the giant bat in the trees until it swooped down at her head. Karen, for lack of a better word, shrieked and dropped to the ground, bowl and cat and Weirdly Nice Angela totally forgotten.

[Can we go Karen-Angela-Bob-Dwight? :D]

[antiwhorish]

Angela didn't actually mind talking to Karen sometimes, especially was giving Sprinkles an appropriate amount of attention. Besides, there were much worse people on this island than Karen, which was just one way in which it was so much different from Scranton.

She had thought the threat of attacking bats was something different from Scranton as well, but she was wrong.

Shrieking in terror, Angela dropped to the floor, holding Sprinkles close so she wouldn't get eaten.

"Help!" she screamed. "We're under attack! The bats are attacking!"

[goldeneyedflash]

Correction, one bat, and he wasn't even attacking, he was just hungry. And the contents of the bowl smelled wonderful. The loud piercing shrieks coming from the people with the food, on the other hand, was not so nice. Bob had good hearing, and that hurt. Changing course quickly enough for the backdraft to rustle clothing, he gained altitude, circling easily through intersecting branches.

The fruit still looked good, but the creatures guarding it were loud.

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight saw his wife up ahead, Karen with her, and was about to call out a hello when a GIANT BAT SWOOPED DOWN AT THEM.

Vengeance in his soul, Dwight charged.

"HYA!" he cried, waving his arms. "Back! Into the trees! If you have to, eat the cat, but leave the women alone!"

[fights4britain]

One of the most questionable aspects about the island, aside from the fact it was a fucking magical island, was that essentially all the food was native. Now, this made sense naturally, a tropical island should have things like mangos, papays and starfruit. But that didn't mean he wanted to eat them. He'd tried the mangos, they stasted like a combination of peaches and arse. The papays were questionable the moment you cut them open, and the starfruit...he doubted their recorded toxicity level.

That left apples. Not actually native, thus making them better than anything else that was available. This was where Trevor's primarily attention was at the moment. or more specificially, he had three apples and was absently juggling them to amuse himself. It was only when he'd dropped one andglances ahead of him that he noticed what looked like a cat on a hang glider.

"....what the fuck," he muttered.

[goldeneyedflash]

Oooh, apples! And several. This guy couldn't possibly be able to eat all of them. Bob swooped, trying to snatch one of the ones being tossed in the air, but missed, barely pulling his feet back to avoid scratching the person.

[fights4britain]

It was not a cat on a hang glider, this was something Trevor was able to decide when it narrowly failed in it's attempt to rip off his face. The apples dropped to the ground and with a shout of surprise Trevor pinwheeled and fell back onto his arse, his neck craning to follow the bat's progress.

While it wasn't his place if a giant bat wanted to rip off faces, he'd rather he watch the events and not be an active participant. Unless he could be the bat, then that would be pretty cool.

Picking up an apple, he chucked it in the bat's direction. "Oi! Go find a nig nog to swoop in on, ya wanker!"

[goldeneyedflash]

Bob caught the apple, hooting happily, and flew off a short distance to land in a tree and begin wolfing down his prize. It didn't take long, and soon, in a fit of pique, the bat threw the finished core back.

[futureunlimited]

Elphaba turned at the sound of wings, familiar and so achingly missed. The sight of the enormous bat made her gasp and smile, a lump forming in her throat that made it hard to smile. She held out her hand, open and palm up, an offering and a greeting. "Hello!"

[goldeneyedflash]

Bob was very confused by this...thing. It looked like a plant, but moved like a person. And it made sounds like a person, too. Bob circled warily, making a squabbling sound back at it.

[futureunlimited]

Elphaba grinned, still amazed by the size and beauty of the bat. "I'm Elphaba," she replied, because it was only polite.

Most people would have been terrified. Elphaba considered that insane and short-sighted. But then again, for a long time, her closest companion had been a winged monkey. Besides that, she preferred Animals to people in general.

[goldeneyedflash]

Bob carefully landed on that outstretched arm, and sniffed at her hand, then licked it, before looking up at her. He chattered a response, but he was very confused. She didn't look like any other person he'd seen.