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[nita_callahan]

Nita's outside, running around the lake. Because when you're running, you don't have to be thinking.

Eventually, though, she'll have to stop. Feel free to catch her.

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[inquisitivehero]

A big blue cat-type-man watches her pas a few times, before holding up a bottle of water as she passes again. Hank's eyes glitter with the appreciation of an athelete.

[nita_callahan]

She halts, and blinks, and accepts the water.

"Thanks."

[inquisitivehero]

"Quite a run you have there. Good stride and pace."

Hank nods. Then he reccollects himself and gives a half-bow.

"Doctor Henry McCoy, PhD,. Call me Hank or the Beast, your call. Today the outside is very refreshing."

[nita_callahan]

"Thanks." She drinks some of the water, and sketches a bow in return. "Nita Callahan. Wizard." Another drink. "It's starting to get a little chilly, but it's not bad."

[inquisitivehero]

"Nice to meet you, Miss Callahan. I rarely notice the cold these days. Fur is good for something. Scientist, adventurer, cop, diplomat and super-hero, if we are stating current employment."

[nita_callahan]

She quirks half a smile. "That's quite a resume."

[inquisitivehero]

"A man has to keep busy. Oh and I suppose I should add tio that Milliways frequent flyer as well. This is fast becoming my favorite place to relax."

[nita_callahan]

She raises her eyebrows. "Wait 'til you have to deal with a werewolf attack."

[inquisitivehero]

"Jack Russel apologized profusely for ruining my dinner jacket, but he was the gentlest of those I have met. Werewolves are not scarce on my world."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael gets that. He's not running, though.

He's blowing up rocks.

[nita_callahan]

She slows to a stop, and flops to the ground to watch and catch her breath.

And puts up a shield spell, when some of the ensuing gravel comes a little too close for comfort.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael glances that way sharply when he catches sight of her.

"Hey, sorry - didn't know anyone was out here."

[nita_callahan]

"S'okay." She waves a dismissal. "I was just out running."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Nita, right? Trillian's friend?"

[nita_callahan]

"Yeah." She lets the shield drop. "And you're Michael, right?"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Got it in one." He pats the ground nearby, glancing up questioningly.

[nita_callahan]

She moves over to sit by him. "So what did the rocks ever do to you?"

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter's running around the lake, too.

Also operating on the "don't have to think" premise.

He seems to have a similar pace to Nita, and be running nearby.

Nice coincidence, there.

[nita_callahan]

After a moment, she synchronizes her stride with his as well as she can -- not easy, considering the difference in heights.

They run in tandem for a time, before Nita tries to up the speed a little.

She's not competitive. What would make you think that?

[highking.livejournal.com]

Competition? Nope, nothing to see here. Please move along.

Peter matches her easily, then pulls ahead.

Yes, his legs are longer than hers. Yes, he's using that to his advantage. Why do you ask?

[nita_callahan]

With a little bit of effort, she matches him. Though it's doubtful she'll be able to pull ahead, at this point.

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter slows down, just a touch.

Oh, he could win (whatever the race is) with relative ease, say true.

But he's also a Polite Gentleman.

[nita_callahan]

As they round the corner and come into sight of the bar, Nita puts on a last burst of speed, pulling ahead, and screeching to a stop once it's clear that she was in front.

Then she flops down onto the grass, panting a little, and gives him an amused look. "You let me win."

[highking.livejournal.com]

"Didn't," Peter says, looking shifty and flopping onto the grass nearby.

He's a bad, bad liar.

[nita_callahan]

She raises her eyebrows, and realizes she's grinning.

"Peter, right?"