open rp, ladies!

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy had spent his morning carefully recalibrating his League Table, then realised there were only a couple of people on it, and this was not on. There was little in the way of medical emergencies here, apart from French guys who didn't know how to use swords, so he went for a mid afternoon wander, finding himself a bench and a good place to people watch. Or, to be more specific, women-watch.

It wasn't really a league table until he'd got at least three or four more women to add to it. Whilst he waited, he fiddled about playing on his Blackberry, seeing if there was a way he could get this to work in the park. No signal. That was the most depressing empty space he'd ever seen.

((As promised. League table. Only filled in with women he's met, of course. Feel free to mosey by and he'll add your character/leer/get slapped (delete as applicable). If I've got anything terribly wrong, please come and poke me and I can change numbers around.))

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[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

((*Has sudden, inappropriate desire to wreck the curve.*))

A goddess came wandering by while he was looking at the Blackberry, and in tones of mild interest, said, "Hello there. Working on something?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

((ahahaha.))

Guy's expecting to see a potential woman for his table, so doesn't look up immediately, instead quickly closing his table for the moment, "Not really, just seeing if there's anything on here to cure boredom. I was relying on people being ill to keep me busy, but dammit, you're all..." he then looks up and sees, well, that wasn't natural. Was it? He had no box for that on his table. Wings? "Healthy."

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

People quite often blinked like that the first time they saw Psyche. She didn't really notice. "Yes, everyone does seem to be kept in good health. I take it you're a doctor?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy nods, still trying to get used to the fact that she has wings and this is just a little on the side of weird. "Yes, I am. Apparently, the only one around here. Anaesthetist, actually, but close enough."

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

She nods back in understanding. "Still sworn (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippocratic_Oath) to Asclepius and Apollo. It's been some time since we had a trained physician around: I suppose people have gotten used to looking after their own hurts."

(It's all perfectly normal to her.)

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy nods, as even if he didn't get the reference from the oath, he's been classically educated, and is smug enough about it to point this out. "Yeah, I am. Mustn't offend the Greeks, after all." He grins a little, slightly distracted, trying to figure out exactly how practical those wings were. "So, they know about Greek mythology where you're from? Where are you from?" He was confused, she looked human, sure...

[seafoamrisen.livejournal.com]

((RL-swamp notwithstanding, couldn't resist. 'Dite has a way of showing up when invoked, after all.))

At some point after Psyche's conversation with Guy, her mother-in-law decided it was high time she said hello to this one. Who would, Aphrodite suspected, be a great deal of fun, one way or another.

She strolled up and, without preamble, sat down next to him on the bench.

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

After haphazardly attempting to add Psyche to his table (and still failing to find a spot for 'wings' - he ended up giving her extra mystery points), Guy is distinctly startled to find another woman sat next to him on the bench. He's also surprised to have a distinct urge to give her a full set of tens, which is then overriden by the urge to stare.

He guesses, from his previous conversation, and the over all...deityness that this is the sexiest mother-in-law in history. "Afternoon. Dr Guy Secretan, and you are?" he forced out inbetween stares.

[seafoamrisen.livejournal.com]

"Aphrodite, darling," she replies, smiling.

She's certainly not about to stop him staring.

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy nods, as he saw that coming, "Hello. Have I accidentally wandered into Olympus this afternoon?" Well, he accidentally wandered into Disneyland, it was possible.

[seafoamrisen.livejournal.com]

Aphrodite laughs brightly, and although she's still smiling beautifully there's a certain that's-not-really-funny edge to it. "Oh, if only, dear! No, I'm afraid I'm the only representative of my pantheon here. Well, and my daughter-in-law. I expect you've met her? She seems to meet everyone around here eventually."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy is not very good on picking up on things not really being funny, and continues regardless, "I have, yes. I seem to be popular with deities today, as that was earlier this afternoon." Maybe the universe just didn't want his table to make any sense. How was he supposed to contrast and compare when there was anomolies like those two in there?

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

((Well, as tough an act to follow as our lovely goddesses are, we might as well round off the park's hot-supernatural-babe lineup. Can't let the blondes have all the fun. XD))

Ellie wasn't particularly interested in the lecherous n00b or his sad little chart. She'd been kept pleasantly occupied with her own lesson plans for the very apt and attentive pupil she'd recently taken on (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/295612.html?thread=17837756#t17837756),*** and anyway a hormone machine like Guy represented absolutely zero challenge. Even if she hadn't heard his arriving interview over the P.A. system, she could have sensed his slightly desperate, testosterone-laden aura about a mile off. Since her opinion counted for something these days, she preferred her men just a little bit more elusive.

However, as she came strolling by that day in a short, tight-fitting, low-cut red dress with matching spike heels she'd found among 'Antoinette's' things (and daydreaming about the fun Crowley would have peeling her out of it,) she noticed the nonfunctional Blackberry as well as the lingering scent of overblown Greek hussy*, and decided to have a little fun at Guy's expense.

As she sauntered by the bench, the device's screen suddenly lit up and commenced a spirited game of 'Pong' in glorious monochrome 8-bit graphics, complete with tinny digitized sound effects.

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***Porn warning! Clicky at your own risk!***
*Aphrodite, of course. Ellie had no beef with Psyche, and wholly sympathized that she was stuck with such a bitch for a MIL.

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy notices her going past and switches quickly to add marks to his table, again, quite surprised with how hot this park had become all of a sudden. And then there was Pong. He froze and automatically lost the game, which came with a nice sound effect of it's own.

"Oi. Did you do that? Don't tell me, you're a goddess too," and suddenly, all these women are far too good for you, Guy. Well, they were before, but at least then he didn't have to face up to the fact.

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Well, Ellie technically wasn't too good for anybody...

She stopped and turned back to him, affecting innocent inquisitiveness. "Who, me, a goddess? Hardly." She chuckled. "Oh, your gizmo went on the blink? The park loves to screw with people." All of which was absolutely, positively true, and also completely irrelevant and misleading, but he didn't have to know that.

"So whatcha doing? Crossword puzzle?" She peered over the edge of the chart, giving him a nice view of her assets in the process. She already having a pretty damn good idea what he was up to, in general if not the specifics, but she wanted to see what he'd say.

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy's eyes went wide at the view he got, and he forgot momentarily to move away from his table, and had to come up with something, "That was the park? Giving me Pong? Is it missing the eighties?" He pulled a face, "Oh, um, no. Sudoku." He'd learnt one lesson from Catherine. Don't let the women catch you making a table of who's prettier.

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie would have amended that advice to include "...unless the woman in question is leading in all categories." Then again, few men were ever so lucky.

"I have no idea. But if the place can turn people into pirates or stick them together at the hip, Pong ought to be a snap." She straightened up and made a dismissive gesture. "Oh, math. I never saw the point of doing that for fun. I'm Ellie, by the way."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"I'm a doctor, it's kind of something I have to enjoy, or I'd go mad. Guy, by the way." He smiles at her, and having confirmed she was not a god, starts to cast a more critical eye. With a sleazy little smile, too, but that came naturally, "And sticking together at the hip?"

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

((And, because that league table deserves a follow-up...))

On catching sight of the anaesthetist with the leer, Una waves cheerfully.

"Good afternoon, Dr Secretan."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy hears a familiar voice, and is rather glad for it, after his other strange run ins of the day. Until he puts it together with who it was, and then he's somewhere between nervous and very pleased. She was hot. She was armed. Conflict of interests, really.

He puts his Blackberry in his pocket, just to be safe, "Afternoon. Going anywhere, or just feeling sociable?"

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Just out for a walk. And yourself? Taking in the sun?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

He smiled, "Yeah, just kicking my heels. The rides get boring after three or four days. If...I could keep track of how many days there were."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Yes, that's something of a problem. I expect you've noticed the way timekeeping devices don't work and any attempts to count the days fail miserably. I'm afraid that if you want to really keep from getting bored, one has to talk to people."

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

And because there hasn't been enough slapping, Franziska walks by, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"What foolery are you working on?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy looks up and his first thought is how many marks having that much balls with hair colouring should get. The 'foolery' throws him off a little, he must admit. "Nothing really. Just keeping track of things."