in lieu of beach (open)

[blondfragility]

Who: Ken & OPEN.
What: Skatin' on the basin.
When: Early November, daylight hours only !!!
Where: The basin.

Content Warnings: Good old fashioned FUN. Do not come here if you don't want to smile and laugh.

( when life gives you lemons, you ice skate )

Ken really doesn't go anywhere without his rollerblades. He'd found them here, tucked away in the back of the closet at the Mojo Snowjo Casa Dreamhouse, and had been delighted. Until he remembered that he couldn't really use them here with all the snow, and that it's not safe to rollerblade without knee pads and elbow pads. The whole thing had left him a little bummed until, one day picking through one of the stores, he came across ice skates.

That's almost like rollerblading and just as fun.

On a day where the wind's pretty calm and the sun is shining, Ken and the skates make their way to the frozen basin. Luckily, March taught him how to tie laces pretty early on after arriving, so Ken doesn't have too many problems getting the skates tied up nice and snug. Anyone who might be down in that area of Milton will have no problem spotting him, skating around the frozen surface as if they're not all stuck in a wasteland that's trying to kill them at every turn. When he spots you, he waves, motioning for you to come out on to the ice whether you have skates or not. And if you don't, well, he'll just skate back to the edge of the basin to talk to you, instead.

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[blondfragility]

Ken has a hat too, even if it's just a knit beanie pulled down over his ears, so he mimics the greeting as best he can by touching his hand to the band of the cap.

"Good day to you."

He doesn't, at least, try to mimic the accent.

[fidior]

The knit hat upon the other man's head is a bit different, but similar enough to, the Welsh wigs that Edward's familiar with, so he's assuming that's what it is. It's not typical that someone would greet so formally with those on, but nearly everything about this entire situation they're in is strange, and, well, it's no harm done.

So Edward gives a faint thing that might actually be a smile, though concern for the man is soon outweighing everything, and he looks past the man out to the ice he'd just been skating on.

"I hadn't realised people were using the ice for recreation. Are you quite certain it's safe?"

[blondfragility]

Ken looks around, too, squinting a bit as the sun glints off the snow, then back at the other man.

"What else do you use ice for?"

He's not purposely ignoring the safety question, it's just that one thing seems more important to Ken at the moment than the other.

[fidior]

Edward stares at the ice for a few moments longer as that question lingers. The patch of ice of the Basin is large, but compared to what he'd known, seems so very small. One can see the beginning and end of that patch. A contained thing.

The ice he and his men had been trapped on for all those years was nothing like that. It was... endless. It was an abyss.

He blinks, looking back to the other man as he tries to bring himself out of his odd daze of thoughts and the way his stomach feels tight and ill.

"I suppose... fishing." Edward pauses as he tries to give the man a serious answer, really putting a lot of earnest thought into it.... "There isn't much else use for it. ...But you could fall in. Is it very thick, out there?"