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☤ seventeen

[AUDIO;]

Whoa...

[There's a long pause, and then some fumbling as she realizes she has an unfamiliar electronic thingy with her. Well, when in Rome.]

Um... Hello? Can anyone hear this?

[ooc; age reversed for the hell of it~ she's 19ish, idk. in college, but not married yet ♥ fffff will be slow while i finish making some more icons~]

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[You could give a girl ideas, Dr. Chase. She tries to laugh it off, though, looking up more intently now that she's not so startled. If she had any doubts about the reality of the situation-- that this wasn't all some elaborate prank, or some more elaborate kidnapping scenario-- well, this does a fair amount to settle them. That thing doesn't look animatronic.]

I didn't expect it to be so--

[Close? Loud? Big? She didn't expect it to be real. So much for that. She doesn't take the initiative to move away, partly because it's a little daunting to be in the shadow of something that might not even notice eating you, and partly because she's too distracted to be proper.]

[Well, he is man. Just doing as men do - being protective of their womenfolk in much the same way that a caveman might have been in the face of a similar threat - had dinosaurs and humans existed concurrently in any timeline outside of the movies. With both of their heart rates gradually edging back towards a steady pace, he folds his arm carefully around her shoulder, edging her toward the other path.]

Why don't we take the back route past him? I doubt the view will be any prettier, but we should be out of snacking range.

[Grown up, she might make a quip about his Neanderthal ways. As it is she lets herself be led, glancing up every few steps; and taking in the sights around them, too. Cameron hasn't been to the zoo either (not that she'd remember if she had;) she's enough of a bleeding heart not to be huge on the concept. To say nothing of the fact that she does her best to avoid the impossible parts of life here. As much as one can, befriending fairy tales and treating superheroes.]

I imagine he can't actually get at us.

[Not that she's disagreeing. All this needs is a goat chained to a post.]

I can't imagine being used to this.

You think it's a he? [Chase looks down with a grin and a raise of one eyebrow.] Nature shows us time and time again, it's always the women who are going to rip you apart.

[Once out of the range of that great toothy muzzle - so oddly recognisable and yet nothing quite like any of the versions Hollywood has postulated on - he takes his arm back. Almost apologetically, as though trying to protect (as though protecting would be possible in the face of an actual threat) was somehow a liberty on his part. He bumps his shoulder lightly with hers to make up for the loss, now watching the scuff of his feet on the dirt path.]

Neither can I, and it's been two months.

[That gets an all-too-familiar roll of her eyes, though it's totally in jest.]

You just woke up here, too?

[Unclear on the exact circumstances of her own presence-- by choice, because it seems a little too complicated to deal with, on top of everything else, she's nonetheless curious.]

I just walked in here. So far it's turning out to be the longest lunch hour I ever took.

[And that includes the time he fell asleep in the surgical prep room after an all nighter in the lab. He'd been left with the outline of the contents of a syringe tray pressed into his cheek for the better part of an afternoon.]

Now I work at the clinic and hospital here. Fewer all out emergencies, but you end up with a lot more eggs in your basket.

[Allison nods thoughtfully at that. Not that she has much of a frame of reference to imagine it; it's a glimpse into the future, of a sort. The last all-nighter she pulled was for a calc test, and it would take some roundabout logic to state that anyone's life ever depended on that.]

Do you like it better?

[Relative, of course, to the medical heroism they will one day accomplish under Dr. House's tyranny.]

Nope. [Simple question, simple answer. Chase can't see any way he'll ever like this place better than the real world, precisely because of that definition. None of this is real. He doesn't quite, like Cameron, consider it a waste of time - it's just not his. He likes to think he knows better than to get attached to something near guaranteed to be snatched away.]

I like it enough, I guess. Day to day you kind of get used to the insanity. But it's not my life. I'd like to get back to that.

[The path curves to avoid the swish-radius of dino's tail, and then forks off in a new direction that seems a lot brighter than the dinosaur pens, with little stands set up along the way.]

You want an ice cream? A balloon?

That, I can understand.

[She's been her a few hours, as she sees it. A few hours, a few months; either way she's about ready to go home.]

[She tries not to be embarrassed by his offer of a balloon, and merely shakes her head.]

Sure? Looks like they have some interesting shapes. You don't want your very own purple zebra?

[He's (mostly) kidding about the balloons, she's young but she's not three. That said, he's getting to know more people here who would take him up on the balloon offer despite being the same age as college-Cameron, or even twice it. Maybe it's a test of how different she ever was.]

[He nudges her shoulder again and lowers his voice to a conspiratorial tone.] I only asked because I'm getting an ice.

[At her rightful age, she'd be more likely to take him up on it, depending on her turn of mood. Less maturity to prove at that point. For now, Allison shakes her head again, this time accompanied by a laugh.]

I'm all right.

[He does get a rather warm smile. Mainly, she's being polite. He might know her, but she doesn't know him, and she feels a little bad mooching.]

Suit yourself. You go ahead, I'll meet you down by the unicorns.

[Those, he has heard about. From every single girl or woman he's spoken to in the city. He can't go wrong with unicorns, right?]

[Wide-eyed, she nods. Purple zebras are still zebras, and dinosaurs were real, once. Unicorns are pure fantasy, utter impossibility-- and admittedly, girly to boot. It's a solid choice. And so she starts to wander down the path. Not too swiftly; she's in no hurry to strike out on her own.]

[ooc; where do you think they'd end up come midnight~ish? ♥]

[And he keeps an eye out for her, catching up not long after with a sugar cone of something green and supposedly pistachio flavoured. He's tempted - far too tempted - to creep up quietly and try an imitation dino growl beside her ear but, unfortunately, he's the grown up one here. Something he might have done were this the Cameron he knows, sure she already dismisses him as childish a fair percentage of the time, gets put on the back burner in the name of not making a bad first impression.]

[So he weights his steps enough for her to hear him coming, catching a verdant drip of ice cream on his tongue just as he rounds the corner to the next set of enclosures.]

[Molly Walker was right, unicorns sparkle. And there's Cameron.]

Beautiful.

[ooc: I have a feeling he wouldn't want to leave her by herself, and would probably try to feed her the reason that she didn't abandon him when he first arrived. So maybe her apartment? Or his. He'd probably be sitting somewhere nearby reading if she'd fallen asleep. We can skip to that if you'd like.]

Edited 2009-07-15 18:03 (UTC)

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