[Event-Trigger/Mingle] Sunday Afternoon, Central Park

[devilishdeals]

Such a lovely day- The perfect day for sitting in the park, or having lunch on a terrace, or walking where a car would serve.

Naturally, there were no extra people in the streets.

Well, maybe one or two- Inoue didn't spend every afternoon, eating a steak sandwich on a bus bench. But it gave a perfect view of the mentioned park, the center fountain a few yards away, across the street. Nothing worth noting, but a perfect thing to stare at as you wait for the bus... Or for a delivery truck, that just happens to swerve and hit a fire hydrant, spraying water on a tree at the park edge.

Poor driver, getting out and yelling for help. Not only is his truck crashed, but it was badly hatched, bt the doors sprang open on impact and spewed plastic, colored eggs all over the street. Luckily, a dozen or so pedestrians - who just happened to have empty shopping bags on hand - all broke their walk to come towards the mess, picking up eggs and calling reassurances to the driver, who wasn't even looking in his breakdown.

Crunching his wrapper in his hand, Inoue got up and tossed it in the garbage, turning to go just as everyone else was stalling to stare - if only for a moment. He didn't need to stay, after all. The hard timing was done, and he knew the rest. The happy helpers would forget what they were holding, and promptly trip on their ways home, dropping the eggs all over again in various parts of town. A small, if strangely synchronized mishap, which shouldn't cause too much ruckus.

But it would keep anyone curious enough to pick them up quite busy - if for only a while.

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[cloudypuddle]

-she couldn't avoid trouble anywhere in this town, could she?

Nanase wouldn't be there on the road - a block down from the crash - if she stayed for swim class! But no, she had to give in to the weird vibes swimming gave her these days and ditch again, all to wander the street as she mused ways to get her parents to at least talk.

But here she is, turning about to stare at the crashed delivery truck, as little eggs roll down the slightly sloped street. Perfect- And the construction in town would likely slow a tow truck.

Once it looks like no one's hurt, she's ready to go, but a couple eggs slide in her path, so she stumbles to not step on them. Honestly- She should probably take them back... But, as she picks them up, she notices they're making a weird jingling sound... Are they already filled.

Shaking the pink one close to her ear, she stares at the yellow one with a very noticeable curiosity.

[blackshadow]

Etienne hadn't been lucky enough to see the actual accident, but the aftermath was immediately obvious when he came out of the grocery story with a bag full of frozen food. Colored eggs dotted the ground, some split open, many scuffed, and the source of all of them wasn't immediately obvious.

It was weirder than the weather they had been having, that much Etienne could say. He leaned down to scoop up one of the green eggs into his hands and examine it.