Date: 2016-05-04 07:04 pm (UTC)
divisionary: (ducking out of the lines of sight?)
From: [personal profile] divisionary
This is such a terrible idea.

As soon as they touch down, she's out the door right behind Voodoo. The rotor wash rustles the grass in center field. Dead grass and dust is kicked up into the air in an eye-stinging cloud. She coughs for a moment before setting off at a brisk walk.

"Looks like it." It's eerie. The park is always crowded during games. Seeing it like this, in the long quiet between post-season and Opening Day, it's not a pleasant feeling. (Hopefully enough people survived to ever play again.)

It's strange that no one's set up camp on the field or in the bleachers. The place feels huge enough to act as a forward base or a field hospital or- hell, even a weapons depot. but there's nothing. Nothing but them.

"At the very least, this'll be one hell of a story to tell. Won't it?"

No one's ever going to believe it. It's crazy. 'We took a chooper all the way to the Bronx just to annoy the Yankees with Red Sox gear' is too far-fetched.

And yet, here they are. Doing just that.
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