Not Your Babysitter

[work_wife]

WHO: Robin Buckley
WHERE: Noth Central
WHAT: Musical Shenanigans, Stalking Aliens, Gift Shocks
WHEN: January 10th thru 17th
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Gift Investigation

Robin is not a nosy person. But you can't just let a girl into a barn house full of presents and expect her to fully keep her hands to herself. Right? Right. It's probably nothing, she's not really going to get up to too much trouble. Except...

"Ouch!"

She yelps and sticks a stung finger into her mouth, as if that will make the pain go away. Shouldn't have tried to open someone else's presents, right?

II. Alien ObservationsIt's official. Aliens. Are. Real. Don't pay any attention to her having met people who weren't human or who were human but weren't from Earth, or were from Earth but not her Earth. Aliens are Real. The Agrii are real.

If this isn't the coolest thing ever, Robin doesn't know what is. And so it's really up to her to study them, right? Are they the 'lay eggs in you' aliens, or the 'hunt you for sport' aliens, or really the 'friendly but lost and wishes they had Reese's Pieces' Aliens?

Someone had to know, and so here was Robin, bundled up in her reclaimed battle gear, peeking around the corner of a cabin to watch a group of Agrii in a snow fort building project.

It would be a shame if someone snuck up behind her, really.III. Let It Blow

Listen, if someone's going to give you a really big place where you think you can get away with practicing an instrument for old time sake without anyone walking in, who isn't going to use it? Most people? Well she's not most people.

Robin makes her way to the ice palace, a big case in her hands. Once she gets into the ice palace's main room she sits down and opens the case, pulling out her French Horn. Takes some time to inspect all of the parts, make sure it's in good working order. Then she finally puts it to her lips and starts doing warm ups with the instrument.

It's not music at the moment, just noise. But it's hers. Some small echo of the more normal days of her life.

[OOC: Robin would be a terrible babysitter. So absolutely throw your children at her however you want because she would just be hilarious to have to deal with it.]

Comments

Let It Blow

[lvl1dm]

It's a castle. Like he's not going to explore it. Honestly, Eddie's surprised there's not more people here. He explores and plays outside on his own until pushing his way inside, pleasantly surprised to hear some kind of music. Maybe not music, but music-ish.

"What is it?" he asks abruptly, without introduction, as though he and this lady have known each other for ages, and he reaches gingerly to try and touch the horn.

[work_wife]

Shit! Robin yelps because wow, someone there. There's a boy, and wow, that's a question to hear sung.

This place really is weird. When she tries to respond she finds that she has no choice but to sing. Because, you know, weird alien magic or something.

"A French Horn."

[lvl1dm]

Yeah, it's weird, he doesn't mean to sing, and his brows crease a little, looking around the room for a moment before back to the woman and her cool instrument.

"What can you play on it?" he sings/asks. It's not something he regularly sees in the sort of music he's been exposed to.

[work_wife]

"Um, anything I have sheet music for I guess," she sing/says. "Not sure though. Never tried stuff before."

Not things she wasn't doing for the band.

II

[thepurpleone]

It's not really sneaking. The snow's too hard to walk in as it is, the little turtle tot watching each step as it sinks a bit. He's glad he found boots that fit, the snow's very cold and he doesn't much like the thought of frozen feets. They'd probably feel worse than frozen fingers, which is why his hands are stuffed in his jacket pockets. He's still largely unhappy with the jacket. It's dark blue but at least it's warm. The black pants are fine, just a bit baggy because he has really stubby legs.

What's the lady doing? Normally he'd be more cautious, but Sameen said they were kidnapped and the grown-ups seem okay. His curiosity gets the better of him as he slowly makes his way over. And then there's a muffled yelp and a soft thud behind Robin as the little turtle gets his foot stuck in the snow and falls face-first into it.

[work_wife]

The yelp and thud has Robin spinning in place, eyes wide with shock and concern. Only to see a little creature.

"Um."

What the hell? Was this a pet? Or a person? She reaches down.

"Do you need help?"

[thepurpleone]

The little thing pushes himself up out of the snow, or tries to, anyway. He paws at his face, trying to get snow off of his glasses.

And then he stops when he sees a hand there, nearly falling back into the snow as he realizes the human is right there, letting out a little gasp. Spotted!

[work_wife]

Okay, that was shocking.

"I promise I don't bite," she says, trying not to sound annoyed. The kid, pet, whatever, doesn't need that.

[thepurpleone]

Aaaah what's he supposed to do? Staying hidden is clearly out of the question when she's looking right at him. But she's not freaking out so...maybe it's okay?

The little green child looks at her hand again, then up at her before he considers the offered hand once again, finally reaching cold little fingers out to grab it. Please don't freak out at his weird hand.

[work_wife]

Oh no, those are really cold hands. Wait, he looks like a reptile.

"Oh hell, you're cold blooded, aren't you? You shouldn't be outside in the cold. You can't temperature regulate!"

[thepurpleone]

Oh, she can tell? Donnie's read enough about turtles to have some idea of what she's talking about, although he hadn't really thought about it when he'd wandered outside to find Sameen. He nods, unsure if the lady really needs confirmation. Yes. It is cold but he's outside and doesn't know where he should go. Maybe that's why he's been sleepy?

ii

[serpentigena]

Sneaking up on Robin happens by accident; he'd set out with the intent to check out more of the place where they've been brought, and his current walking path puts him coming up to Robin from the opposite direction from where she's currently looking — which is apparently engrossed in watching aliens build snow forts. He'd wondered what had captured her attention, so when he looks in the direction she appears to be looking in, he figures it was probably the aliens crafting snow forts, so he stops to watch them too. Not from so close that he'd be weirdly up in her personal space, though. (But if she's startled enough by the presence to react with an instinct of something like punch-it-in-the-face, he: (1) probably has it coming, and, (2) it's nothing that hasn't happened two hundred and fifty million times at home.)

If and when she turns around, she'll notice a person who's close to her age (a year younger, to be more accurate) there. Said person is around six feet tall, wearing a beanie hat (which finally looks less out of place outside in this weather; considering he wears it inside in the middle of summer, this is a god damn Accomplishment™ that should be recorded in history books), boots, jeans, a shirt that's at least warmer than a regular t-shirt, and a leather jacket (the back of it, while not visible from this angle at the present moment, does have a distinctive insignia across most of said back).

[work_wife]

It takes a while for her to turn around. But when she does, it's with a yelp. A yelp and her fist lashing out. Not that she throws any quality of punch. But she is trying.

Doesn't even apologize either. Because what was he doing, sneaking so close?

[serpentigena]

Despite trying to take enough of a step back to avoid it, her attempt at a punch still winds up hitting him. At least it's one he can shake off relatively quickly.

“Sorry; didn't mean to startle you so much.” There's a short beat of silence before he adds — “Or at all, to be more accurate. So, I definitely had that one coming.” Referring to her punch, of course — at least he knows it. “Who knew aliens building snow forts could be so fascinating?” It's a lighter comment made with a hint of smile at the edge of his lips for a brief moment, as though it's a normal and everyday occurrence to see such a thing (he has also never seen aliens build snow forts).

[work_wife]

Oh. Oh dear. She punched a dude. Oops.

"Sorry," she returns, but doesn't sound as invested in that sorry as she could be. He was the one to sneak up on her after all. And speaking of aliens, she turns back to regard them.

"They're ALIENS. Of course they're interesting."

[serpentigena]

“Wouldn't we be the aliens since this is definitely not earth?” Spoilers, everyone is aliens technically, depending on perspective. He's not genuinely arguing that much for the pedantics of it, just the humor it provides. “I can't actually talk shit though, because I had none of this on my twenty-eighteen bingo card.” Considering that was the year he left back home. “Maybe around twenty-fifty. A very giant maybe, also assuming the earth doesn't melt or something like that way before then.”

[work_wife]

Okay, that's a good point, but don't even go there. She rolls her eyes. And then stares at him. But hey, he might not be from Earth, so it's fine that the years don't line up.

"You make bingo cards for the years? Seems silly."

[serpentigena]

“Not actually. I guess you could if you were really bored, but I've never been that bored. Where I'm from is a small town that's less Andy Griffith Show and more dumpster fire, so that level of boredom actually existing sounds like it should be fake.”

Or, you know, for people who have the skill (luck??) of, either intentionally or not, avoiding said dumpster fires.

Gift

[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis had his gifts, and he was thrilled. His Engine Blade was here, and potions had arrived. Ignis was the best healer in his mind but he did pretty well on the field, and the guys were good abut pointing out who needed help.

Hearing a yelp, the king poked his head in to see Robin with her finger in her mouth. Slowly he made his way over, and took a look.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

[work_wife]

"Yeah, I'm fine," she mumbles around her finger. Because of course she's made a mistake here. Clearly she isn't 'Tommy', whoever that is. Stupid cheating gift.

[fatedsacrifice]

She didn't look fine as far as the mumbling finger thing that she was doing. And Noct gestured with his head towards her hand. "So do you have something to help heal that?"

[work_wife]

"Time?" she says. Because of course doesn't have anything else.

[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis nodded. "I can do one better if that's ok with you."

[work_wife]

"Oh?" He can? What does that mean? "Go for it."

[fatedsacrifice]

"Healing potion from home."

He'd been surprised to see them, but was just as happy to see his Engine Blade. So he worked on getting it out.

"Ready?"