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[dickgout]

Sometimes life was just a shitty old bunch of unfair chocolates and there wasn't no way anyone was getting lemonade out of that.Jason Stackhouse damn well remembered that he wasn't supposed to lick the ferris wheel because his tongue would get stuck. He was reminded of it every time he passed the thing, and Lord help him if anyone else was around

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[neptune_noir]

Well, that sure was one of his IPD officers stuck to a ferris wheel.

"Stackhouse, I don't even know where to start," Keith said. Possibly with getting Jason off the thing before someone else saw and his department's reputation took a little bit of a hit?

Nah.

[dickgout]

"I HATH ID UDDER CAAAAAAAADOOOOOLL," protested Jason thickly, reaching even harder for the thermos. He shot his supervising officer a hopeful look. Christmas miracle, maybe?

[neptune_noir]

Keith rubbed his chin and gave the situation another once over.

"This is under control?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "I can just leave you to it, then."

[dickgout]

Jason tried to shake his head, but that proved as fruitless as it was painful. "Noo, thermoth," he tried instead, gesturing at the cylinder of salvation. "C'monn man."

[provenhumanity]

"Did you-- did you do that on purpose?" George asked, having come upon the scene by mistake. He'd really just been wandering about in the cold-- why, he'd never know-- and had stopped when he saw the man, the ferris wheel, and what appeared to be a thermos of water.

And he thought he'd seen his share of ridiculous things both on the island and at home.

[dickgout]

"YETH," hollered Jason, not at all cowed by the gravity of his situation. Fuck, his tongue was starting to hurt and EVERYTHING. "'IMME THERMOTH!" He waved a desparate hand at this thermos. "HOT WATHER!"

[provenhumanity]

"Really? But why would--" George stopped himself asking, because there was really no point. Attempting a conversation while the man was still attached to the pole was a bit ridiculous.

He reached down and picked up the thermos, handing it over.

[tricksthetreat]

Trixa was just walking. Just out walking when she heard the plaintive wail and upon turning...

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

She started to laugh. Her entire being was dedicated to making humans seem the fools they were. It was so nice when they did all the work for her.

[dickgout]

Jason shot her a look around his tongue and the pole, tempted to flip her off. He really, really would have, but then again, he was also really, really stuck to the pole.

"PLEATH?" he tried.

[tricksthetreat]

Still chuckling, Trixa came up next to the poor idiot and picked up the thermos, opening it up to discover it only contained water. Wasn't that interesting?

"Most people..." She closed up the thermos again and held onto it. "Now, most people don't carry around hot water. Coffee, tea, maybe some hot buttered rum, but not water. Which kinda begs the question - did you plan to stick your tongue to that pole, hoping that what was in here would get you off of there?"

She shook the thermos a little in her hand. Yes, it was a little cruel, but she was getting the impression that subtlety would be a little wasted here.

[dickgout]

"Yeth," he moaned, "it's a logg ssory." God, how had he forgotten what it was like to talk with so much pole in his mouth? That one guy had managed it okay.

"Pleath gimme," he said, reaching for the thermos.

[niceofyoutoask]

To his credit, Lipton wasn't lost for words. He'd seen alot in his twenty-five years, and he knew for damn sure what boys got up to when they had too much time on their hands. This was, however, the first time he'd come across this particular crisis, and so he took a moment to survey the situation, arms crossed and look of surpressed amusement on his face.

"Need a hand?" Which wasn't to say that he wouldn't help a fella out.

[dickgout]

"YETH PLEATH," Jason whined, struggling again towards the thermos. "HOT WATHER. FOR TONGUE." The more he talked, the more he got stuck.

One time, he managed to live down. Again? Jason was going to have to fuck the whole island to get over this.

[niceofyoutoask]

Lipton picked up the thermos without another word, pressing it into the outstretched hand. He tilted his head to get a better look at the contact point, stil far enough away not to be intruding. "Let me know if you'd like some help pouring it on there."

[dickgout]

Now was not the time to crack a joke about interested the guy was in the state of his tongue, Jason realized, and quickly unscrewed the cap so that he could get the water poured.

A minute later, he was free and rubbing a numb tongue. "Fuuuck."

[percy_jackson]

Seeing the man standing there, I couldn't help but stop and stare. I folded my arms.

"You know," I said after a moment, "I lived fifteen years of my life in New York City. It can get cold there in winter. But in all those fifteen years, I've never seen anybody try to lick a flagpole on the coldest day. I've been here on the Island a year and a half, and you're number two. Is it something about the Island winters that make people want to glue their tongues to flagpoles or something? Did Island magic do this to you?"

[dickgout]

Jason brightened. "WHO ELTH," he yelled. "WHO ELTH DID IT?"

He really, really hoped the kid wasn't referring to last year.

[percy_jackson]

I blinked. No... it couldn't be...

"Wait a minute," I said, pointing. "That was you, last year. You did this to yourself twice?"

[dickgout]

Fuck, it was that damn kid.

Jason's shoulder slumped. "Log ssory," he sighed, or as close as he could get to a sigh.