if you don't leave you will kill or be killed

[ex_garroter234]

Who: Micheletto and you
What: the most ridiculous intro i've ever written
When: 13/December, late afternoon
Where: the duck pond
Rating: ducks.

[There is currently a very nonplussed-looking man standing knee-deep in the duck pond. He has apparently been there for at least several minutes, because the ducks have become accustomed to his presence enough where they aren't too afraid to come close.

His hair is a little damp, too. Maybe he fell in earlier? Regardless, he's still just standing there. It's a little weird. Surely someone in such a catatonic state could use some assistance!

Of course, the second any hypothetical assistance gets close enough, he's going to grab them and toss them into the pond. Maybe that's why he looks so puzzled.]

[ooc.: during this post, micheletto's also experiencing his first temporary loss, wherein he will just shove people into the pond reflexively if they get within arm's reach. because it's funny. prose or actionspam, you decide!]

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[secondchances]

[Jeans, fuck yeah. Stephanie doesn't really like that stare, but she decides that's not something to call the man in the duck pond out on right this moment.]

Do you need a hand getting out of there? Or... am I interrupting some sort of duck research?

[ex_garroter234]

[Jeans are fucking weird, dude. Where is your shapeless bodice, lady?]

No to both.

[He wades over to the edge of the pond and begins to climb out. One foot is still in the pond when he abruptly shoots an arm out to push her into the water.]

[secondchances]

[Steph was just about to offer him a hand anyway when she's suddenly flying into the water, face first. That caught her completely off guard. Her face actually makes contact with the mud on the bottom, and all she can do is think about how much duck shit is down there.

There's a glorious moment in which her jean-clad ass is the only thing sticking out of the water.

Then, she's up on her feet and spluttering.]

Wow, what the hell was that? You--[Cough cough, everything is mud and water and probably duck feces.]

[ex_garroter234]

[Blue canvas breeches on a lady what does it mean no okay, there are more pressing matters at hand.

Namely, the fact that he has no idea what just happened. This day is just rife with confusion.

Still halfway in the pond, Micheletto only stares at her, then glances at his hands. Was he just completely losing his mind, is that what's happening here?]

I did not do that purposefully.

[secondchances]

You full out shoved me!

[See if she ever helps slightly creepy men standing in duck ponds ever again. She looks like a drowned rat, and it's freakin' cold out because it's DECEMBER, and only crazy people would be in this duck pond right now.

With a very big shiver, she goes to the edge to climb out.]

[ex_garroter234]

I was --

[Probably if he says he wasn't in control of himself, he might be thrown in with lunatics. That's something he'd like to avoid, so he hurries to climb out as well, in case the pond itself is what made him do that.]

It was not intentional.

[Which likely isn't all that convincing, considering he completely 100% did shove her, but ... what can you do.]

[secondchances]

[Steph's mad because she's now freezing. Freezing and soggy. She grumbles as she takes off her now uncomfortably heavy coat.]

Then what was that?!

[ex_garroter234]

[Why would she take off her coat, now he's just staring at her clothes again. What's going onnnnn.]

Accidental.

[secondchances]

That was so not an accident.

[She pauses, and then crosses her arms over her chest, coat on top.]

And you're staring.

[ex_garroter234]

[Oh, he is staring, isn't he. Micheletto holds his gaze for a long moment, just to prove some esoteric point, then turns his eyes skyward.]

This, too, was accidental.

[secondchances]

Accident prone, are we?

[So not amused.]

[ex_garroter234]

If you'd like to think of it that way.

[He's been looking at the sky for a bit, and once he comes to a conclusion, he glances at Steph again.]

This is not Rome.

[secondchances]

It's better for the both of us if I do. [Or else she'd totally punch you, dude.

But at the mention of Rome, her "wow I want to shove you" expression changes to that of surprise.]

Rome? No, it's not. This is Paradisa. You're from Rome?

[ex_garroter234]

[Which he mishears as 'Paradiso,' and is surprised for a number of reasons.]

I did not think angels would look thus.

[This sounds like a line but it's not!!!!!! He's just baffled that an angelic raiment would consist of, like, a coat.]

[secondchances]

[She's not sure if that's a line or an insult.]

You're not dead. [Probably.] This isn't the afterlife or anything.

[ex_garroter234]

[It's an observation!]

Then it's a poor name.

[secondchances]

I know, right?

[She pauses, looking this guy over. Sorta creepy, even aside from the pushing her into the pond.]

Soooo. You just found yourself here?

[ex_garroter234]

[He's just going to casually wring out his cloak over here. He definitely fell in the pond before she found him.]

Yes. How far is it to Rome?

[secondchances]

Pretty freakin' far. You won't be going back for a while.

[She'll be nice. Again. She always feels bad when people end up here...]

What's your name? I'm Stephanie.

[ex_garroter234]

[He glances up sharply, ignoring the question.]

I cannot stay here.

[secondchances]

[Wow, rude. She's not surprised, though.]

Everyone's stuck here.

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto scoffs a little bitterly.]

Then it is good fortune I am not everyone.

[secondchances]

And you are...?

[ex_garroter234]

Nessuno.

[His cloak is sufficiently dry (read: now it's damp instead of dripping), so he drops it and looks at her.]

I am no one.

[secondchances]

[And she's the night. She gives him a Very Unimpressed look.]

You're not making this easy, you know.