[So Will's been pretty mum's the word about any Christmas presents for April. If asked, he'll say that he has something on order. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to come in time. If it's not here by the day after Christmas, he'll have to rethink who he orders from. Grumble grumble, people are so unreliable, grumble grumble, people. But other than that, he's pretty tight-lipped about whatever it is he's got in store for her.
He disappears pretty early morning of the day after, a note left that reads only have to travel to get your present got a notice they can't bring it to the house for some reason and that's that. At least until just after noon, whenever she'll find herself hunted down (is she at work? is she at home? doesn't matter, he's gotta find her) by some gruff, salty smelling guy who seems to have just gotten off a boat not long ago with a completely crammed envelope that probably would have been better off as a package, but alas.
Inside is a folder of pictures of another great white shark, this one a little smaller than the others, and a several page report on the day and how it went. The shark's name? April (♂). Will insisted it stay April, no Sir April, no Mister April, nothing, and that was the compromise. While the report, at first, might look official enough, she'll find that Will went through and added notes for her to get a better feeling of how everything went. Names of people who are not listed as GRAHAM are blotted out, naturally, but that doesn't stop Will from commenting on these blurred names. Specific mentions of anything that went less than pleasant have added commentary. A struck-out name (in marker, even, this is all very homemade) is followed by something along the lines of having a close encounter with the shark's jaws but making it out unscathed. Will underlines it, draws an arrow off to the side, and puts in we thought he had his hand bitten off for a second b/c of the yell. Talk about naming the shark ends up with mentions of GRAHAM being adamant that despite the male nature of the shark, he, too, was an April and that's just how it went. Another arrow and off to the side he's written see the video around 12 minute mark!
Because inside this package is also a DVD of the day, which is roughly 22 minutes long with very few shots of Will (who is apparently sitting this one out in the more hands on aspects if the footage is anything to go by), turned off and on instead of a continuous stream, and seems to be from multiple cameras that Will had to cobble together. Around 12:00 she'll find the yelling and the subsequent wave of panic as people do, in fact, come under the impression that someone has lost his hand to the shark. The camera pans around in as much panic as everyone and everything else, guy on all fours getting the hell away from April shark, wearing one of those black folds over his face, tail twitching. When it's realized that the yell comes from nothing more than a scare, a few peals of laughter break out and Will can be heard not far off saying, "I told you he was an April." There's a pause before someone else approaches the now completely, oddly still shark, hose in hand, and it seems to be fine for a few seconds. Until the shark just barely squirms, all it takes to have this next poor sod backing up in obvious nervousness, prompting another bout of laughter. Whoever Will's talking to ends up confessing, "Yeah, he's an April."
The footage continues, features close ups of April shark and mostly conversation about the process, why they're doing what they're doing as they're doing it, what data they might find, how he's not as big as the others but Goddamn is this son of a bitch keeping them on their toes. Nothing too out of the ordinary happens as it goes on, and eventually the shark is released back in the water to cheers, all of which involve the name April in some form or fashion.
The last picture in the folder is nothing more than a selfie of Will and the shark, Will bent over him with a hand on top of the black binding around the jaws to give her a good grasp of the scale of this one (apparently 11 feet is considered "little" but he sure as shit looks big enough). He's had to get what he could take in regards to this—there are a few other people in the picture as well, mostly focused on the task of tagging and keeping the shark wet, but one of them has photobombed it, making a face that looks like he's smelling something absolutely disgusting. It's gotta be on purpose. He's also giving a thumb's up.
On the back of that one is a written note:
bringing home take out pizza tacos AND dessert should be back around 4 to celebrate the start of the ancient prophecy dealing with paperwork about you being double the top predator first MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! - your dog fighting fish man]
[ooc. some video reference of shark catching, tagging, and release: 1 and 2]
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12/26/2014
Date: 2014-12-25 08:29 pm (UTC)He disappears pretty early morning of the day after, a note left that reads only have to travel to get your present got a notice they can't bring it to the house for some reason and that's that. At least until just after noon, whenever she'll find herself hunted down (is she at work? is she at home? doesn't matter, he's gotta find her) by some gruff, salty smelling guy who seems to have just gotten off a boat not long ago with a completely crammed envelope that probably would have been better off as a package, but alas.
Inside is a folder of pictures of another great white shark, this one a little smaller than the others, and a several page report on the day and how it went. The shark's name? April (♂). Will insisted it stay April, no Sir April, no Mister April, nothing, and that was the compromise. While the report, at first, might look official enough, she'll find that Will went through and added notes for her to get a better feeling of how everything went. Names of people who are not listed as GRAHAM are blotted out, naturally, but that doesn't stop Will from commenting on these blurred names. Specific mentions of anything that went less than pleasant have added commentary. A struck-out name (in marker, even, this is all very homemade) is followed by something along the lines of having a close encounter with the shark's jaws but making it out unscathed. Will underlines it, draws an arrow off to the side, and puts in we thought he had his hand bitten off for a second b/c of the yell. Talk about naming the shark ends up with mentions of GRAHAM being adamant that despite the male nature of the shark, he, too, was an April and that's just how it went. Another arrow and off to the side he's written see the video around 12 minute mark!
Because inside this package is also a DVD of the day, which is roughly 22 minutes long with very few shots of Will (who is apparently sitting this one out in the more hands on aspects if the footage is anything to go by), turned off and on instead of a continuous stream, and seems to be from multiple cameras that Will had to cobble together. Around 12:00 she'll find the yelling and the subsequent wave of panic as people do, in fact, come under the impression that someone has lost his hand to the shark. The camera pans around in as much panic as everyone and everything else, guy on all fours getting the hell away from April shark, wearing one of those black folds over his face, tail twitching. When it's realized that the yell comes from nothing more than a scare, a few peals of laughter break out and Will can be heard not far off saying, "I told you he was an April." There's a pause before someone else approaches the now completely, oddly still shark, hose in hand, and it seems to be fine for a few seconds. Until the shark just barely squirms, all it takes to have this next poor sod backing up in obvious nervousness, prompting another bout of laughter. Whoever Will's talking to ends up confessing, "Yeah, he's an April."
The footage continues, features close ups of April shark and mostly conversation about the process, why they're doing what they're doing as they're doing it, what data they might find, how he's not as big as the others but Goddamn is this son of a bitch keeping them on their toes. Nothing too out of the ordinary happens as it goes on, and eventually the shark is released back in the water to cheers, all of which involve the name April in some form or fashion.
The last picture in the folder is nothing more than a selfie of Will and the shark, Will bent over him with a hand on top of the black binding around the jaws to give her a good grasp of the scale of this one (apparently 11 feet is considered "little" but he sure as shit looks big enough). He's had to get what he could take in regards to this—there are a few other people in the picture as well, mostly focused on the task of tagging and keeping the shark wet, but one of them has photobombed it, making a face that looks like he's smelling something absolutely disgusting. It's gotta be on purpose. He's also giving a thumb's up.
On the back of that one is a written note:
bringing home take out pizza tacos AND dessert
should be back around 4 to celebrate the start of the ancient prophecy
dealing with paperwork about you being double the top predator first
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
- your dog fighting fish man]
[ooc. some video reference of shark catching, tagging, and release: 1 and 2]