Barbara--and Oracle--had been watching the young man for a while. Maybe longer and with more attention that she did for anyone else outside of the 'family.,' but she couldn't help being curious after the first time she's seen him. Ninety-eight pounds soaking wet, and still facing down people that basically anyone not wearing a ton of body armor tended to give a wide berth.
Steve stares at the text for almost a full thirty seconds before he can even think about replying. There's no visible number to reply to. It's unsettling and he can't think of who this might be, other than someone who caused a black eye, but there are too many of those to narrow it down.
He's heading home from his day job, just past noon - garbage hauling. It pays the bills.
Barbara probably should feel bad about messing with people the way she does, but if you can't be honest with yourself, who can you be honest with? She's a troll, and she knows it, and she's not nearly as sorry as she should be.
Innocent bystander. You know most of the people who tangle with members of the West 44s wear body armor.
[Cissie flopped onto the couch and snuggled into Molly's arms.]
Is a nap a sacrifice? Because I'd be willing to make that kind of sacrifice. [She paused, and made a face.] Please don't tell me there's an actual god of sleep and that you know him, though.
I'll have you know I am extremely responsible at least most of the time, and this is the last time I let Babs anywhere near my phone. That part might have been irresponsible.
This was so wrong. So very, very wrong. Jesse knew the moment she hit the ground that Wonderland had screwed something up. This wasn’t home. For one, it looked wrong; colder, blue-shifted, instead of the familiar warm sepia-tone of her Earth. For two, Shaun was there, sprawled in the dirt the same as she was.
For three... it sure as hell looked like there were manors in the distance. Dirt roads. No sign of the modern technology that she knew all too well. “Please tell me this is your Earth.” It was a stupid question that she already knew the answer to, but she asked anyway. In the hopes that maybe she was wrong.
There should probably be more but there's nothing else Shaun can say to this. This is an event, right? It has to be, because there's no other way he and Jesse can be here. But the problem is that they're both in their usual clothes, and even though Shaun is checking his pockets, there's no Wonderland phone.
"Even if it is my earth, it's not my home." He's seen the same details she has, and it's kind of freaking him out. This isn't California. This is... maybe England? Fuck, did Wonderland mix him up with Mahir somehow? But then... manor houses don't look much like London.
[Thompson is curled up in Georgia's jacket and asleep, hanging off the front of her shirt. She's jealous. Neither of them are built for daylight, but unlike her daemon, Georgia can't sleep right now. She doesn't resent him for it. She knows if she needs him, he'll be awake in an instant. But sometimes she's still kind of jealous.
She and Shaun are out of the house, which isn't unusual for them. They don't particularly like being home on a good day, but ever since their daemons settled, things have been tenser than ever around their parents. Yes, daemons can't catch Kellis Amberlee, but Shaun's golden retriever still makes them uncomfortable. She can't really blame them, except for how she does.
And while they're out, they might as well work. Shaun's daemon has pushed up their timeline. They can't stay as long as they might otherwise because they can't trust the Masons not to do something stupid. Shaun's articles are the ones that make money. So she's out helping him film for the umpteenth time. The article she'll get out of this will only appeal to the most hardened newsies, but it's still worth it. Once they're independent, she can write about whatever she wants.
Which leads them to where they are now: their story beginning where so many have ended. An idiot, her brother Shaun, poking a zombie with a stick while Georgia sits on her bike and films from a safe distance away.]
[It's not as though Shaun and Goodall had sat down and made a list of forms she could take that would piss the Masons off the most... well. Actually, they kind of had, but they hadn't known then what she would settle on until it happened and it happened to be the top form on the list.
Oops.
She's sitting a few short paces away, alert and attentive while he pokes a zombie in the chest with a hockey stick.]
Hey, George, check this out! We're playing patty cake!
[The zombie makes another ineffectual swipe at him.]
Shaun, stop antagonizing the locals and get on the bike.
[She's not as worried as she could be. Goodall's paying close attention. She trusts Goodall and she trusts her brother to be more attentive than he looks, and she still would like him to wear more body armor.]
[There isn't that much that changes when the Masons adopt two girls instead of a girl and a boy. Shaun is still Shaun, though she's not named after the brother she'll never know and always be compared to (in an uncharacteristic bout of emotional honesty, Stacey had said that she couldn't parent another Phillip). Instead, she's Shaun Barbara, and she and her sister Georgia get a lot more of the 'twin treatment' than they would have as a boy-girl set. They spend much of their young childhood dressed alike in a lot of traditionally pretty 'little girl' clothing, and spend a lot of that time looking like a matched set for the camera.
That ends the fall after they turn six, and Shaun uses the safety scissors in their first grade classroom to give George the short haircut she'd been demanding from their parents since their birthday. It looks terrible until their mother takes her out to have it cleaned up, but they don't match anymore after that, and--to their credit--the Masons stop trying to make them.
Shaun still becomes an Irwin. Georgia still becomes a Newsie. They are allowed to share a room into adulthood and turn the other room into a full time office. There are fewer raised eyebrows when they choose to share a room when traveling.
They still get the Ryman campaign. It still ends badly.
Aaaaand IDK when/where you want to go with this, but I have us started!]
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Date: 2016-05-26 04:29 am (UTC)She sent a text message.
...How she got his number wasn't important.
How's the black eye?
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Date: 2016-05-26 05:04 am (UTC)He's heading home from his day job, just past noon - garbage hauling. It pays the bills.
Who's asking?
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Date: 2016-05-27 03:13 am (UTC)Innocent bystander. You know most of the people who tangle with members of the West 44s wear body armor.
BOO.
Date: 2016-05-27 02:43 am (UTC)idkmybffjill
It took me a long time, but I am here.
Date: 2016-06-27 02:39 am (UTC)[Molly dropped onto the couch and opened her arms for Cissie to collapse beside her.]
How did we get so lucky that they're both sleeping at the same time? I think we owe a sacrifice to the god of sleep or something.
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Date: 2016-06-28 10:47 am (UTC)Is a nap a sacrifice? Because I'd be willing to make that kind of sacrifice. [She paused, and made a face.] Please don't tell me there's an actual god of sleep and that you know him, though.
thank god
Date: 2016-09-17 04:23 am (UTC)If there's a god Of sleep, I don't know him, and I think I'm glad. Otherwise I'd probably have to beat him up.
[She tightened her arms around Cissie.]
How long has it been since we've had a decent night's sleep?
<3
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Date: 2016-09-19 02:18 am (UTC)i'm not saying it wouldn't be gross.
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Date: 2016-10-23 05:52 am (UTC)Re: cont. from TFLN
Date: 2016-10-24 12:23 am (UTC)but it's entirely possible that i'm right, too.
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Date: 2017-04-19 03:43 am (UTC)TOTALLY NOT DEAD HERE
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Date: 2018-02-16 05:09 pm (UTC)Re: tfln w/ cissie
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Date: 2018-02-16 06:57 pm (UTC)but not pretty smart.
you know?
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Date: 2018-03-11 12:37 pm (UTC)For three... it sure as hell looked like there were manors in the distance. Dirt roads. No sign of the modern technology that she knew all too well. “Please tell me this is your Earth.” It was a stupid question that she already knew the answer to, but she asked anyway. In the hopes that maybe she was wrong.
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Date: 2018-03-14 03:57 am (UTC)There should probably be more but there's nothing else Shaun can say to this. This is an event, right? It has to be, because there's no other way he and Jesse can be here. But the problem is that they're both in their usual clothes, and even though Shaun is checking his pockets, there's no Wonderland phone.
"Even if it is my earth, it's not my home." He's seen the same details she has, and it's kind of freaking him out. This isn't California. This is... maybe England? Fuck, did Wonderland mix him up with Mahir somehow? But then... manor houses don't look much like London.
For Girl!Tim. c:
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Date: 2019-02-25 04:12 pm (UTC)She and Shaun are out of the house, which isn't unusual for them. They don't particularly like being home on a good day, but ever since their daemons settled, things have been tenser than ever around their parents. Yes, daemons can't catch Kellis Amberlee, but Shaun's golden retriever still makes them uncomfortable. She can't really blame them, except for how she does.
And while they're out, they might as well work. Shaun's daemon has pushed up their timeline. They can't stay as long as they might otherwise because they can't trust the Masons not to do something stupid. Shaun's articles are the ones that make money. So she's out helping him film for the umpteenth time. The article she'll get out of this will only appeal to the most hardened newsies, but it's still worth it. Once they're independent, she can write about whatever she wants.
Which leads them to where they are now: their story beginning where so many have ended. An idiot, her brother Shaun, poking a zombie with a stick while Georgia sits on her bike and films from a safe distance away.]
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Date: 2019-03-02 05:09 am (UTC)Oops.
She's sitting a few short paces away, alert and attentive while he pokes a zombie in the chest with a hockey stick.]
Hey, George, check this out! We're playing patty cake!
[The zombie makes another ineffectual swipe at him.]
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Date: 2019-03-04 04:15 am (UTC)[She's not as worried as she could be. Goodall's paying close attention. She trusts Goodall and she trusts her brother to be more attentive than he looks, and she still would like him to wear more body armor.]
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Date: 2019-11-18 04:55 am (UTC)It's only been... several months.
Date: 2020-03-27 02:44 am (UTC)That ends the fall after they turn six, and Shaun uses the safety scissors in their first grade classroom to give George the short haircut she'd been demanding from their parents since their birthday. It looks terrible until their mother takes her out to have it cleaned up, but they don't match anymore after that, and--to their credit--the Masons stop trying to make them.
Shaun still becomes an Irwin. Georgia still becomes a Newsie. They are allowed to share a room into adulthood and turn the other room into a full time office. There are fewer raised eyebrows when they choose to share a room when traveling.
They still get the Ryman campaign. It still ends badly.
Aaaaand IDK when/where you want to go with this, but I have us started!]