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Silver white winters that melt into springs...

WHO: Billy Kaplan, OTA
WHERE: First Breath, Winter event planet
WHAT: Winter event, babysitting, a whole lot of magic
WHEN: Event Start until 1/31
WARNINGS: Will update if needed

First Breath

This is not good. Billy realizes that as soon as he finds himself on the ship, but like before, there's no escaping, no getting back to Tommy. Unlike last time, the ship actually moves, and Billy starts in surprise.

Baby sitter for hire

There's so many kids. It's pure luck at first that Billy isn't one of them, but he does figure out the source eventually, and makes a point to steer clear. Some one needs to stick around and be responsible, and oh God, that's him??

Tommy's naturally his primary focus, but he spends his time trying to keep an eye out for the others, magicking up blankets and earmuffs, and mitts, and trying to insist they actually keep them on. There's a few scraped knees and that sort of thing to take care of from time to time, and Billy's actually pretty good at this, when he needs to be. He even conjures up some books for them, and hosts a couple story times to try and keep them out of trouble.

Worn out

Of course all this magic is seriously draining, on top of running/flying around after the kids, and Billy's utterly exhausted. A few days in he nearly passes out after a simple bit of magic, and has to resolve to take it easy for a while, though he tries not to let any know, especially the kids.

[OOC: Feel free to find him anywhere/anytime not mentioned and write your own starter for them. <3]

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Somehow, Lorna has also been a Responsible Adult over the past handful of days. However, now she is a Tired Responsible Adult. Sleep has been a myth as she tried to literally and figuratively chase after kids.

Now she's floating slightly off the ground (because walking sounds like effort right now okay?), and .. accidentally bumps right against Billy's side. "Oh shit, sorry!" She stops and sets herself back on the ground.

Billy definitely gets the appeal of floating, he's been doing that more and more, but he doesn't have the strength just now to use his magic for that. He starts as he bumped, an apology immediately on his lips before he properly takes in who it is he's bumped into.

"Lorna??"

Bucky is not a kid either... but wow, his boyfriend sure is. Dealing with a sickly kid Steve had been enough worry and stress, the first time around. Now, he's got a super soldier kid Steve to manage, and that... might actually be more worry and stress. What did Bucky ever do to deserve this, he desperately wants to know.

But at least he's not the only one who's not ten. And it seems like it's taking its toll on more than just Bucky, because he catches that near-faint and that has him worried about more than just the kids, making his way over to Billy, coming up behind him and saying quietly, "Think you need a break, pal."

Billy turns and flushes, trying to shrug the concern off. "I'm fine. I've just been going a little heavy on the magic." Or a lot heavy.

He's grateful to have some adult time though. Even if Billy might be close enough to a child from Bucky's point of view.

Bucky will take what he can get - and Billy is not a bad option.

Of course, Bucky is also intimately familiar with people pushing themselves too hard, and that looks like exactly what's going on, here.

"How about you take a break, and let somebody handle things the old-fashioned way, for a while?"

"Are you this stubborn in every universe?" Billy counters with a small smirk, but he relents a little. "...Maybe a little break. I dunno how my parents managed this without magic." He definitely has a whole new respect for parenthood.

"Sure as fuck am," Bucky assures him, despite the fact that of course he doesn't know for sure. But he can assume.

Plus, Billy definitely needs a break, and Bucky's going to stand there and make sure he takes it. "I'd say most parents do, but most parents don't have kids with super powers, so... what's the term, mad props to them?"

He sighs, because, "I hate to say it, but Steve at least used to get tired after a while."

He still wouldn't trade super powered Steve for the one he grew up with, though. He wouldn't wish that on Steve again. Not ever.

He laughs, not quite used to the older generation of heroes being quite so informal around him. It's nice, not being treated like a kid for once.

It helps him relax a little, and yeah, okay, he needs a break. Just joking for a minute and not stressing over what the kids might be up to is all ready making him feel better.

"I'm just glad Tommy doesn't seem to know just how fast he can actually go yet."

Bucky laughs softly. "I feel like yet is the most dangerous word in the English language, right about now," he points out, but he doesn't seem all that on edge. "Do we need a backup plan for when he does?"

Steve, sadly, has a sweet tooth. He was one of the first ones to swallow down the new chocolates, confident his metabolism would save him from any ill effects. Apparently not even the serum stops foolhardy boys from turning into children.

Currently about the age of seven, Steve sees the magic that Billy is performing for others and stares in awe. He knows Billy as a friend but his child-brain seems to forget a lot of the details about him. Still, Steve knows he's strong and that makes him feel powerful, even at 3' and change. Somethings always remain the same. He charges over, dressed in what looks like a child's set of reindeer pyjamas. It's soggy and filthy because Steve instigated a snowball fight and has no sense of self-preservation.

"Billy!" He bounces a little on his heels. "Can you make candy? Please?"

Billy's torn between worrying over the state of his dress, and freaking out a little over the fact that this is clearly a tiny Steve, and Captain America can't not be an adult, that is just weird.

"Capt- Uh...Steve-," he corrects, smiling and nodding in surprise, "Yeah, sure, buddy. What kind do you like? You want some dry clothes while I'm at it? Maybe something a little warmer?"

He's not wrong, but Billy's not too concerned either. This place should limit Tommy's more destructive powers, and if things get out of hand- "I can levitate him if it comes down to it. He can't run if his feet can't touch the ground."

Bucky looks both bemused and impressed by that solution: "Works for me," he says, with a bit of a lopsided smile. Tommy will just love that, he can tell already.

"You guys know each other really well, right?"

That earns a briefly uncertain look, but a small nod. "...Pretty well," he concludes after some hesitation. He'd like them to know each other better, but...it takes time.

"We've only really known each other a few years, but...yeah."

Her eyes quickly brighten a little -- as much as she can manage in the sleepy-ness anyway -- and gives a short nod. "Yep! Hey. Just looking for an IV drip of sanity and caffeine." A beat, then: "Somehow, I'm not surprised to have run into you this fast. Well, fast by... us slow people speeds, not Tommy speeds." Because of course she found him first.

Bucky tilts his head, trying to look confident in the face of Billy's uncertainty. "A few years isn't so short," he points out. "But I know how it goes. Sometimes life gets in the way of getting close to people."

He isn't sure if that's the case here, but if it is, he understands.

Well, Billy went kind of near full dis-associative depression during part of that, and Tommy was kidnapped for another good chunk of it, so...yeah. Life.

Billy nods, and tries to put on a smile. "It's...weird, but...being here has been kind of good for us, I think."

"Oh, uh, here," Billy offers, magicking up a steaming cup of coffee. He's gotten far too used to being unrestrained with his magic since they've been on this planet, but one more spell can't hurt.

"That's half of what you're looking for at least."

"Ooh, thank you." She takes it and takes a giant sip — gulp, maybe. She'd call coffee magic anyway, but actual magic coffee? Hell yeah. "You holding up okay otherwise?"

Bucky does have to smile a little at that. "No, I get it. It's weird, but... not so weird. I never would've met Steve - this Steve - without being kidnapped for an interdimensional reality TV show. So - I can't get as up in arms about that as I want to, you know?"

So, "It's okay to be pissed off about something and thankful for it at the same time."

Steve looks down at his clothes and frowns a little before shrugging. "Sure. Can ya make it Oswald the Lucky Rabbit? I liked Oswald 'for everyone started liking Mickey Mouse."

He bounced a little again and thought about candy. "Just chocolate, please." He was raised with manners. "And thank you, Billy, sir."

Oswald. Right. Billy knows about the character, though he's having trouble picturing him, not overly familiar with him, and he nods a bit uncertainly. "Y-yeah, I can do that," he agrees, and what he magics up is close, though may not pass the scrutiny of a child. He enchants it to be warm, and from the looks of his last clothes- waterproof.

The chocolate is easier, and Billy flushes, handing it over, "Just Billy is fine."

Billy laughs, and gives Bucky a grateful look, feeling a bit better about those conflicting emotions. "Yeah...I get that."

He hasn't really talked about any of this, it helps to know he's not the only one feeling this way.

"Ah well...this isn't the worst scrape I've found myself in, I guess, so..." Billy gives a small smile, opting to joke rather than acknowledge the seriousness of it all. "But...yeah. I'm okay. I guess. You?"

"Somehow, I'm not sure that's one hundred percent reassuring." There's a juxtaposition on her face between the slight frown she gives and the smile across her lips. "But yeah, I think I'm okay. Home's a shitshow, and this place isn't Mojoverse or anything like that, so that's where the bar is. It goes."

Steve wrinkles his nose at the outfit but his mama raised him right, so he puts a smile on. "Thank you Mr. Billy," he says dutifully. And then again when the chocolate is dropped into his hands. Steve beams and starts swallowing it down in greedy mouthfuls. It gets all over his face.

"I wish I could make chocolate," he says between bites. " That's the best."

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Silver white winters that melt into springs...

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Poor Babysitter.

bb Steeb~

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