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[bringer_of_fun]

Bobby is actually part Irish, so he's wearing an appropriate t-shirt (or so he thinks). It's somewhat obscured by the sling holding up his left arm, but it still counts.

He's going to sit at the bar and drink/eat green sugary things and watch the crowd. Approachable.

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[starrydome]

Elrond is not wearing green. He is, however, wearing a wreath of leaves and flowers. No shamrocks though. He is also carrying a sword.

He'd meant to go down to the armoury and had passed through a group celebrating a particularly beautiful afternoon in the meadows. Thus the wreath.

But now he was here instead and that suited him just as well. He notices the predominance of green glothing - and faced with a young man wearing a piece of clothing with writing, he cannot help reading it. Words on clothes are such a strange concept.

[bringer_of_fun]

He isn't sure who this guy is, but that's no reason to be unfriendly!

"Hey. How's it going?"

[starrydome]

Elrond may not know that turn of phrase, but you can tell it is a greeting, so he responds in kind. "It - goes well? And you?"

[bringer_of_fun]

Bobby pauses for a moment, when the reply sounds more like a question.

"Pretty good. Are you new around here?"

[starrydome]

"I have recently arrived, yes," Elrond says and then puts the sword down, resting it gently against a chair. "Is something particular being celebrated?"
A celebration might explain the clothing.

[bringer_of_fun]

"Sort of."

He doesn't mind the sword; this is Milliways.

"It's St. Patrick's day. It's supposed to be a religious holiday that's supposed to commemorate the death of St. Patrick and people get a small break from Lent--another religious thing--and get to have something of a party. Some people still treat it like it was intended, some people who aren't religious treat it as an excuse to drink themselves stupid and act dumb."

[starrydome]

"Ah," Elrond says. He thinks he got the main gist of the explanation. "And which version do you prefer?"

[bringer_of_fun]

"I'm not all that religious, but I don't mind a bit of fun. I don't get the point of drinking yourself stupid, but then, people who like to do that don't really care what the day is, as long as they have an excuse."

[starrydome]

"So you appreciate the day and do not take the celebration thereof to extremes?" It's said with a smile.

[bringer_of_fun]

"Exactly. They don't have stuff like that where you're from?"

[starrydome]

"We have festivals commemorating specific events. Some are somber, some are more - festive. And my people are fond of turning the most mundane things into something worth celebrating. I believe this -" He indicates the wreath on his head, "ended up here merely because it looks like the apple harvest will be good this year. Or perhaps because the weather was especially warm and sunny."

[bringer_of_fun]

Bobby grins at that.

"I wasn't going to say anything about it--this place if full of stuff I've never seen before."

[starrydome]

"It is a strange place.And wondrous." He smiles. "My name is Elrond Half-elven. Or Elrond Eärendillion." Most seem to use a patronym here.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo misses the reference. Sugary cereals weren't on the menu at Battle School.

"How's your arm doing?" He smiles at Bobby and looks at the damaged limb, musing about how that could have gone a lot worse.

[bringer_of_fun]

"Dude. Not broken anymore!"

He wiggles the fingers dangling from the edge of the sling.

"I went back to the institute and got an x-ray and the bone is totally fine. The professor wants me to wear the sling for a few days so my shoulder doesn't decide to pop back out or something."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Blink.

"It...how? You just...iced it up and it was fixed?"

[bringer_of_fun]

"Well, the professor says it might not have been broken to begin with, but Hank believes me. He says that when my powers were still developing, I only covered myself in ice like a shell. Now that I've grown into them more, I actually change my molecular make-up when I change to my ice form, and I probably changed back to normal out of sheer habit."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Beat. "Turn into ice?"

You'll have to excuse his incredulity...that's a bit much for him to take in all at once. Then again...this is coming from the kid who can float/fly thanks to Cubefall.

"I thought you could only...control it or something?"

[bringer_of_fun]

"No...you've never seen me iced up?"

He doesn't exactly hide it, after all.

"Check it out."

A moment later, Bobby is grinning at him in his ice form.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Blink.

"Wow. Never saw you quite like that." Beat. "How cold do you get?"

[bringer_of_fun]

"I can get down to −105 °F within a few tenths of a second, according to the tests the professor did. Usually I'm not that cold."

He shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"That's why I didn't change while I was falling; I didn't want to risk shattering."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

That thought generates a wince. "That would be bad, I'm guessing."

Jokes about pulling himself together come to mind as well, but Bonzo passes for the moment.

[bringer_of_fun]

"Yeah...that would be my guess, too. Hank said he wanted to do some more tests on me, but I don't really feel like having a bone broken in the name of science."

He'll break them on his own, or not at all.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

"We could always try the glider again and let him test you afterward?"

Well, Bonzo is trying to be helpful. He thinks.

[bringer_of_fun]

"That's implying that a second glider attempt would fail."

He sounds somewhat offended.

"I'm surprised I haven't broken on before now, to be honest. I mean...since I started turning into ice instead of just making armor out of it. It's not like I don't get knocked around a lot; it's probably because when I'm training or fighting, I'm not in human mode."