The Estate, Glacia, Sunday Fandom Time

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In Glacia, it was cold.

This generally went without saying, what with it being a place with a name that sounded suspiciously like 'glacier' or 'glacial' or even just the French word for 'really fricking cold,' but it was that sort of cold now that indicated that they were just starting to push past Winsol-and-Christmas and into January, and Warren was doing that thing he did where, so help him, it had been storming out for the past three days and he needed to do something to help get his mind off the fact that he hadn't been able to fly in at least as long.

So he was setting up a swing set.

Indoors, yes.

For a little girl that still wasn't quite a year old yet.

But it had a nice wooden frame, and one of the little kind-of diaper-shaped seats that could be swapped out for a proper swing seat later, and he was more or less caught up with his paperwork for the day.

So, a swing set. Kayla would appreciate it, he was sure, and it would help to get his mind off of the whole claustrophobic feeling of being stuck indoors. That one that had him half-tempted to book a portal to the island to just enjoy a few days of summer, Consort duties be damned. Now, if only he could get Karla's pet out of the way while he was working. The little guy kept zipping around the room, perching on his shoulder, on the toolbox, making a game of seeing what he could get away with.

"Nemit, I will give you extra crickets if you stop trying to steal these screws." Beat. "And stop rubbing it in."

[OOC: Just realized I haven't touched this boy in a while. Open for calls, or people who might happen to be in Glacia, or texts or whatever!]

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[heromaniac]

Saw this guy and missed my flying buddy. Its a beautiful morning here. How are you?


Following that message were a few


images


of her


morning


flight


She totally meant them to just be shared beauty from one flyer to another... Sorry, Warren!

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That was cruel and unusual, Momoko!

Living vicariously through you, now! It's the deep of winter here right now. The closest thing to flying I've done lately would be the run-and-grab I had to make to rescue a falling vase I knocked over while stretching.

Because when you had as much wing as Warren had, stretching indoors did not come strictly recommended.

[heromaniac]

E?!? No way! I am so sorry!!!! It's summer here! I didn't think!!

She frowned. SOMEone was going to get a thermal suit for Christmas

It's too cold even for a short trip around the estate house?

She remembered the winters, but Momoko didn't have wings; she had no idea how cold was too cold for flight.

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It's cold enough that I'm afraid to open the door, because it might freeze open. It's been storming. Even if I could see where I was going out there, I'd probably still fly into a tree.

Or execute a wonderful crash-landing into a wall or the ice on the river or, hell, he'd find a way to get poison ivy even through six feet of snow in late December.

If you're still out, I wouldn't mind more pictures, though. They're a nice change of pace, and we don't exactly have stellar wi-fi in Glacia on a GOOD day for me to google Hawaii or something.

[heromaniac]

Momoko giggled.

Texas isn't Hawaii, but it is pretty.



You should see if you can build a giant empty tower or something. Even if it's inside, you need to fly! Especially if Kayla grows wings.

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You're tempting me, Momoko. But you're also right. If Kayla's wings come in, she's going to need to stretch and fly... probably more than I do, actually. I'm kind of used to packing it in for long periods at a time.

Thanks for that, Dad?

That photo is awesome. Texas looks awesome. Anything with green in it looks awesome right now. I had leftovers in college that looked awesome by these current standards.

Another pause before the next text.

I'm mostly just trying to keep a tiny dinosaur from hiding all of my screws. I don't do carpentry often enough to have extra, here.

Ever. He didn't do carpentry pretty much ever. Not that he couldn't, of course. He'd volunteered plenty of his time doing just that up in Arceria, after all. But it wasn't exactly a normal hobby for him. And usually, he was too busy.

[heromaniac]

Awww! Nemiii is out?

Momoko so rarely got to interact with him!!





Carpentry? What are you building?

[wwiii]

Out and about and being a pest. But I'm well on my way to making a little swingset for Kayla. If I can't fly and she doesn't have wings yet, I figure swinging is probably the next best thing.

Oooh. Those were nice shots, too.

I envy any place that has swimming pools that aren't full up with ice and snow right now, you know.

[heromaniac]

Ooooh! Swings! You are so sweet! I need to come see her soon and play. Pictures aren't as good as hugs.



And not as good as really flying. Ah!

If Jaime and I have a party on July 4 you guys can come and bring Kayla!!!

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Oh, hey, there's a thought! If we can get out of here by then, I'd love to pay you guys a visit. I'll mention you brought it up to Karla. Heck, it's been too long since Kayla's seen her Auntie Momoko, party or none.

And Warren really, really missed fireworks. And grilling things. And heat.

[heromaniac]

We will have allllll the warms waiting for you!! I will email our address in San Antonio and portal directions. Even if you can't make the party, you can still come and visit!!



Campus near our place. Heading home now. Or really to the store. I want to make brekfast for once! Need eggs and chicken and dish soap.

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Nice! I mean, both the view and the breakfast. We've still got a while to wait before mealtime, here. Probably for the best. Gives me time to figure out where Nemit's been hiding these screws before Kayla figures it out first.

Because that would be... bad. It would be very bad.

I'll move the swingset out of this room and keep the door closed until I'm sure I got them all.

In case Momoko was worried.

[heromaniac]

Maybe move the-- Hey you answered my text before I sent it!!!! Are you reading minds too now?

[glacial_queen]

A quick mental nudge had Nemit pulling out of his dive and winging his way over to Karla who had just entered the room. "Awww, he's just trying to help," Karla cooed, scritching Nemit below his beak. "Weren't you, darling?"

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"I don't mind help," Warren replied, turning a glance and a little smile in Karla's direction, "but I'm going to be hunting for small, swallowable pointy things around this room for weeks, paranoid that Kayla might find them before I do."

A beat.

"So, uh, Kayla's not allowed in here until we have a whole pack of Scelties try to scent them out, okay?"

Paranoid daddy was paranoid.

[glacial_queen]

"Considering the near-disaster that was Kayla in Nyles' room, I'm inclined to agree," Karla said, transferring Nemit from her hand to her shoulder where he contentedly buried his face in her hair. "On the plus side, Nyles' room is cleaner than it's ever been and now he has incentive to keep it that way."

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"And I haven't heard a hearth witch muttering about moldy food being tucked in random places in weeks," Warren agreed. "So, I suppose this particular heart attack came with a silver lining."

A pause.

"Let's never let it happen again."

Kayla liked things! And Kayla liked her mouth! Clearly the two had to meet! Constantly.

[glacial_queen]

"Tell that to her big brother," Karla replied. "I mean, I'm all for avoiding bouts of Kayla-related intense panic, but Kayla has a lot of people who adore her. And not all of them keep their rooms tidy."

It was probably for the best that Jono wasn't in Glacia anymore. Karla had seen his room. They'd be lucky if they could find Kayla there.

"Her birthday's coming up, soon."

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Ha! Jono would go without a single thing to his name before putting that little girl in danger.

Sure, he'd miss things like clothing, but...

"It is," Warren agreed, grinning faintly. "Any idea what we should get her?" A pause. "Maybe not another swingset? I suppose the difficulty is going to be in getting her something that she'll appreciate at a year old. More than she'll appreciate all the useless crap we'll likely be getting from Glacia's aristos."

[glacial_queen]

Karla snorted. "Darling, she's a year old and already has more toys than some small Territories. We could rewrap some of the toys she already has and she probably wouldn't even know."

Beat.

"Though she's getting old enough for a rocking horse. We definitely need to get her a rocking horse."

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"Well, obviously we do," Warren agreed, laughing and making a reach for the chain for the swing, eyeing it critically for a moment before reaching up to secure it to the swingset frame. "Or we could get extra creative with it and add a little plush horn, so she can have a rocking unicorn."

Because unicorns were awesome. Horses were also awesome, of course, but what kid didn't want a unicorn of their very own?

[glacial_queen]

"...I want a rocking unicorn," Karla declared. Warren was a genius. "So it's only...July on Fandom now," she said after a moment of mental calculation. "Still about a month out from the next bout of extreme awfulness on the island. Should we have a separate birthday party for the munchkin there as a counterpoint to whatever formal ridiculousness we have to have here?"

Summer on the island, Warren. You knew what that meant, right?

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... Lovecraftian body horrors?

"I don't trust Fandom Summers," Warren noted, drumming his claws once on the swingset frame, "but if we take off at the first sign of trouble, it should be okay."

A beat.

"Orrrr we could call up our good friend Captain Chiba..."

Where there would be less possibility of the wee one being attacked by alien STD plague-bunnies. And maybe Nyles and Cora would be more comfortable and allowed OOCly to be following them to a remote area in Hawaii than an entire town full of sometimes unfathomable weirdness.

[glacial_queen]

Only if he played with rabbits! Hadn't he learned his lesson by now?

"Wait, are you suggesting we host our daughter's 1st birthday in Hawaii on Captain Chiba's ship?" Karla had to think about that for precisely .024% of a second. "Yes. Do it. Call him."

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Mostly Warren had learned that the island was out to kill him. It seemed to him like the most important lesson of them all!

"As good as done," Warren decreed, grinning as he reached for his phone. The swingset could wait a minute. Birthday plans were the most important plans there were! "About how many people do you suppose I should tell him to plan for? A dozen? Two dozen? Prepare for a whole fleet of birthday guests and we'll figure out the rest from there?"