SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE [open as heck]

[hugling]

Who: SUPER HEROES!!!!!
Where: Ernest E. Debs Regional Park!
When: Sunday!
What: SUPER BARBECUE
Warnings: Superheroes...



It's a pleasant evening at Ernest E. Debs Regional Park, just a couple miles from downtown LA, which can be seen through the haze. Late March means spring is just arriving in LA and the trees are just starting to bud. Unfortunately, the grass is still kind of dead and dry.

The barbecue and picnic area isn't too busy, though the park does have the usual assortment of joggers, dog walkers, and cyclists. There are some balloons tied to picnic tables, and strung between two trees is a very homemade "SUPER BBQ" banner, courtesy of Hulkling and Starbreaker. There's still glitter glue on Milly's apartment floor. There's another posterboard with the rules written on it in big bold sharpie letters nearby, just in case anyone forgets:

• Don't be a jerk!!!
• Keep your weapons holstered please.
• Do not trash the park!
• ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING
• Anyone caught fighting will be asked to leave!
• Really don't be a jerk!

[OKAY GUYS!!! mingle! have fun! maybe some THINGS WILL HAPPEN, whoooo knows!]

Comments

[liberaition]

Photos from today only, hmm? Smart kid. Kit snags copies of the pictures and gives the rest of Miko's phone a cursory probe, but she's not especially interested in downloading her contacts or her Tetris high score.

"Good for you, I hear it's not easy to land a job in print media these days. I had you pegged more for a blogger type. Are you planning to write a big story about the barbecue?"

One of the healing nerve grafts in Kit's new leg sends a twinge shooting down to her carbon fiber foot, and she winces and shifts her weight to her other leg. Maybe she shouldn't have left her crutches at home so soon.

[pullingamiko]

As is often the case, she chooses not to mention that technically it's just an internship, because 'job' sounds way more, well, professional. And doesn't bring to mind as many images of coffee runs and peering over other people's shoulders to figure out how to do things around here.

"Probably, yeah! Assuming nobody else gets to it first..." After all, she wasn't technically assigned to do this. But then, she isn't assigned to do most of what she sees as the really good stories.

"Maybe if-" She pauses, brow furrowing slightly. "Hey, you okay?" Maybe there's something wrong with that leg?