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

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[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?

[work_wife]

"You need to get inside," she says. "Shit. Come on, let's get you somewhere warm."

Robin's not quite panicking, but it's close.

[thepurpleone]

Warm sounds nice. Robin's hand is warm, so his fingers latch around hers as he nods. Donnie's not panicking at least. He nudges his glasses up to rub at his eyes with his free hand.

[work_wife]

At least he's listening for now. She walks slowly to try and account for his a smaller steps.

"I hope you like peanut butter."

[thepurpleone]

The snow's the main problem, making it even harder for his tiny legs but he is trying very hard.

"Pizza," he says. Corrects, almost.

[work_wife]

"Uh, I don't know if there's pizza. But there's a replicator. Maybe it can make you pizza?"

She hopes that will work for him. Hopefully it isn't peanut butter pizza.

[thepurpleone]

No pizza? How can there be no pizza???? But at least Robin's suggestion perks Donnie's curiosity that he doesn't outright panic or you know, cry.

"What's a rep... replicator?" He scrunches up his nose as he tries the word. "Is that like a microwave?"

[work_wife]

Oh, it can talk. They can talk. Listen, she's not going to assume the gender of a turtle child.

"Not quite. It can also make food that is cold. But you tell it what you want, and it makes it."

[thepurpleone]

He's shy. Robin's like, all of two adults he's ever met and one of them is his rat papa.

...shh, she's older than him and a human peoples and that is what counts.

But what the lady describes sounds almost magical. Except there's no such thing of course. Donnie's eyes light up. "Is it a robot???" A robot that can make food for you! So. Cool!

[work_wife]

"I don't think so?" she says with a frown. "It's that building over there," she says, pointing at a longer building nearby. "I'd like to show you."

[thepurpleone]

Aw don't disappoint him. Donnie frowns a bit too, but he still holds out hope that she's wrong. He gives a little tug at her hand like that would help make them go faster.

[work_wife]

Of course she's going to walk faster if he's going to speed himself up.

"What's your favorite kind of pizza?"

[thepurpleone]

Well, it's a toss-up as to whether or not Donnie's actually going faster. He is trying, anyway!

"Pep-" He gets a boot stuck in the snow, hopping to try pulling out of it, "-eroni!" Can never go wrong with a classic.

[work_wife]

"That's a really good one. Listen, do you want to try me maybe carrying you? Probably piggy back?"

That seems the most likely way to work after all.

[thepurpleone]

Oh, that sounds like a nice idea. And look how tall Robin is! So much taller than Raph or even dad! Donnie stops hanging onto her, hopping in place as he holds his arms out. Up! Up!

[work_wife]

Alright then. She crouches down a bit to try and give him a chance to climb up without her needing to get her knees and legs into the snow. Not easy for either of them, but definitely less cold.

[thepurpleone]

At least he does not seem to have a difficult time of climbing. This is the first time he's climbed a human before, however.

Thankfully he doesn't weigh anymore than you'd expect from a child that small, but he doesn't have the additional weight of a hard shell for Robin to contend with. His legs are short so he tries his best to get situated, looking around for somewhere to hang onto.

[work_wife]

Alright then. She curls her arms under his legs the best she can.

"Don't tell anyone I did this."

She's not doing this again. He's a special case.

"You ready?"

[thepurpleone]

"'kay," Donnie says, not really understanding why but really, who's he going to tell? He starts to nod before realizing she probably can't see him. "Ready!" he pipes, clinging to her jacket.