This is quite long, I'll admit that, and probably not as funny as I was hoping, so bare with. I think my brain went into ramble mode, brought on by this thing called heat which I'm not used to, but I tried to keep it on track in the main. Inspired by the weird lazy heat in England at the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Anymore – it melted in my hands.
Technically, the anomaly was closed, so they should've been heading back to the ARC. As it was, the team agreed that with temperatures reaching 30˚C, it was nicer to be outside. Cutter tried to convince Lester that he needed to check the theories he had about the anomalies returning, but the civil servant was fairly clued up on scams to get out of work and insisted that they should at least attempt to get back to the ARC, ready for the next anomaly.
And so began the Great Procrastination. Becker sent his men back, on the assumption that the chaos they caused would provide a screen for the fact the scientist weren't with them. Sarah went next, having left something running on her computer she had to get back to. The scientists themselves did actually do some work in packing up all their own equipment. However, after a while, they settled down on the banks of the river where the anomaly had occurred. Silence reigned for all of thirty seconds.
"So, what shall we do?" Connor began, making everyone groaned softly.
"Why do anything?" asked an irritated Jenny. "We have perfect weather and are in a perfect place. Just enjoy it." She pulled out some sunglasses and lay back. Becker sat on the bonnet of the car.
"He's right. We are essentially skipping work, so we should do something," decided Cutter. Everyone looked at him in disbelief; he wanted to work now? "Even if it's only team building." Everyone relaxed, knowing that team building was just a good way to waste time whilst pretending to be hard at work. "Any suggestions?" asked Cutter.
"We could..." started Becker, before being halted by cries of 'no' from various people. "You don't know what I was gong to say!"
"It was going to be something active. You always like to be active," replied Abby. "Get off that bonnet; you're going to fry there." Becker slipped off and came to sit on the water's edge. "What we mean by team building is asking a simple question like: What is your favourite animal?"
"Gibbons. They just make me laugh," answered Connor straight away. All eyes turned to him this time. "What?"
"You didn't even have to think," replied Jenny. "But seeing as this is the topic, my answer is a peacock. Beautiful colours and a certain elegance to them."
"Only in the males," corrected Cutter, before rolling over to face her. "Peahens are brown." Aware that many eyes were on him now, he decided now was his turn. "Tiger for me. Just the sleek style of them and those patterns made to blend with the background; can only be done by evolution. Becker?"
"Wolves. Because they're..."
"BLACK!" interrupted everyone, and Jenny and Abby giggled at the slightly offended face he pulled.
"Because they are good hunters. Dangerous, powerful and suited to their task. And most of them are grey anyway." He stood up again and went back to his bonnet. "So, Abby left. With so zoological knowledge and experience dealing with them, you'll probably give the best answer. What's your favourite animal?"
Abby grinned; she had her answer sorted out.
"Connor."
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