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A summer day in Washington Square Park finds a huge variety of people hanging out, to the accompaniment of acoustic guitars and bongo drums… Among some rock-and-rollers at one end of the park there's a girl in cigarette-jeans, work shoes, and a brightly-colored men's shirt that's probably too big, but is festooned on the back with a googley-eyed Moon Instruments logo. She's tossing a frisbee around among some of them, with some artfulness to the throwing, perhaps, saying, "I'm telling you, Carmine, outer space is probably involved."
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Central Park has gotten way too busy and too crazy for his taste and while Kurt likes to people-watch, he's sought out a different park this time. It's not so far from Hell's Kitchen that he can't teleport across rooftops to scout out a good path. It's how he's ended up in a tree now, resting on a branch, his back against the trunk and his tail wrapped around for extra security.
The frisbee and conversation pull his attention and yellow eyes blink from the shade of the still-green trees as he searches for the source.
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Julie replies to something Carmine says, with a bit more of a subdued tone. "Yeah, I dunno, that part's starting to sound like it could get out of control, but I don't think much of this Vietnam place. The way they got all you boys registering, though… Eh, forget about it! Easy for me to say but what we gonna do."
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It isn't until the frisbee goes off course and heads towards his tree does Nightcrawler catch it and spin it back towards the players. He's listening, yes, but not commenting yet. As the frisbee sails back, the tree seems to talk in a German accent, "Be careful where you throw that, ja?"
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Julie laughs a bit, as the disc goes awry, teasing a bit with a glance to whoever threw it. "Hey, thanks, buddy!" is said, …there's a number of New york Italian accents involved, here. "Feel like joining in?"
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"If you do not mind another," is offered from the tree before Kurt tumbles down from the branch he was in. He lands with a crouch, his tail swishing from side to side as he swiftly regains his balance before straightening. "I have not played in a long time…what are your rules?"
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There's a bit of the expected startlement among a few of the kids around, and Dizzy sort of comes forward, "Oh, we're just tossing the thing around," she says, casually. "Hey, it's all right, guys. I know this guy, kinda. Jazz fan, right? I forgot the name. Ah, these are mostly my cousins, Carmine, Big Tommy, Dino, and a couple friends of ours. Mikey, and Bill."
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"I like most kinds of music," Kurt answers, yellow eyes glancing between the others. At least he can beat a hasty retreat if need be. "Hallo," is offered before he introduces himself (again), "Kurt…und I do not mean to interrupt your game. Please…" he gestures for them to go back to playing.
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Julie smiles. "Dizzy, if you forgot, don't mind these guys, some stuff's just new to a lotta people," she says, …it seems there's some differing attitudes regarding mutants among the group, but apparently nothing too hostile that Diz can't more or less reassure or pressure into politeness. "Hey, Tommy, trow that thing," she winks, and the Frisbee starts flying among them again, pretty haphazardly. "Anyway, this guy's probably not from outer space, but he's got a pretty good ear for hi-fi sets. Maybe we oughtta get Mama one this year if we get together on it."
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"Ahh…I am from Germany und many other places in Europe," Kurt answers. Not outer space. It's been pretty much established that he's -not- an alien just by process of elimination. "Well, more for music. It is what we listened to after the performances were done und we were…ah…calming down." If the frisbee flies his way, he'll catch it and toss it to another.
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Julie nods. "You can kinda tell the accent's from there. I know a guy from Germany, that Mr. Walther, he's got a lot of the taps and dies for those old foreign jobs, can usually get a line on parts. Strong like a bull, too."
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Kurt just looks between the others as Dizzy mentions knowing another German. "I did not live there too long…but the Circus I was with was mostly German und Romany…" which is why he's maintained his accent. "Parts?" is asked of her and the others.
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Julie ohs, "Oh, yeah, most of us are in the car business, here. Or just turn wrenches. Means you gotta find the stuff you need, and all. They make some interesting stuff over there but we don't see too much of that, so it's good to know a guy."
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