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Interior Design Is My Passion

WHO: Robin Buckley, Open
WHERE: Hotel, Seeking Around Temba
WHAT: Room Cleaning and Frondling Hide and Seek
WHEN: Earlyish March
WARNINGS: None

1. Don't Ask Her For Fashion Tips | Hotel

So, it seemed like the vote was in. If these Agrii wanted to live in a terrible place, then Robin was only going to judge them quietly to herself. She was clearly massively outvoted here. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to contribute to help people settle in. And if there was one thing she thought she knew how to do at this point, it was clean.

Spend enough time working minimum wage dead end jobs and you really acquire that skill for real. So here she was, fluffing out a sheet to make sure it might fit on the mattress.

"Stupid non-fitted sheets. Doesn't anyone know how much of a pain these are to get on?"

She did, of course. Managed it like a pro. Serious question where she learned to do that actually. But it was always easier with help. If only she had some...

2. Not Your Traditional Easter Hunt

Not once in her life had Robin ever taken part in the Hawkins Annual Easter Egg Hunt. She'd asked her parents why once, and it had been a very long discussion about the normalization of Christian rituals and claiming they're secular, the theft of old belief systems, and the capitalism of money spent on candy on a day that was supposed to be a celebration of new life.

The first time she'd had a hard boiled egg she had agreed. Easter Egg hunts were shit and should never be done. Why would you do that to an egg? You could have them scrambled, or made into bread, and instead you turned them into a monster. When she learned of the concept of entropy she had found it an even more ironic method of celebrating.

Now here she is, with a little basket filled with grass and chopped up fruit in one hand, which already had a speckled pink and purple Frondling dancing in it.

"Yes, I get what you're saying," she said to it out loud, but not with any part of her dancing back. Hard to do when she's using her other hand to dig under a pile of rubble hoping to 'tag' a Frondling she had seen go under there. "But this is not the way to play on the surface. There are giant scaled cat things that will eat you all up. Why can't you be sensible? If you keep this up, I'm calling you Dustin."

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There are always unusual sights around the city. But a 6'7" man kneeling on the ground, blue wings spread out around him as he bends to peer into a small hole in one of the abandoned buildings, just may be a new one.

Yes, that was unusual. She looks over and sees the guy. And all she can do is math.

"Hey, you! You've got long arms. Get over here. I need help."

He looks over, deadpan. "So do I." He reaches into the hole, then straightens, holding another Frondling. "Perhaps we can help each other."

Oh man, that's really good. She puts her basket down and pushes it over.

"I've gotten this one to agree to stay in here," he says with a smile. "So put the little one in and then give me your arm. One went in here."

Unless it was the same one that Sephiroth had just gathered.

Sephiroth sets it down in the basket and kneels to look through the hole. It's probably another one in there. And after a moment he thinks he sees a splash of color. "It's still in there."

He reaches in, feeling around for it.

"Thanks," she says, standing back. Actually, she squats, so she can sign some dancing on her leg to communicate with the little ones now in the basket.

"They're apparently having a great time. The one you found said you're good at hide and seek."

"... Heh. So I suppose if that's what they feel they're playing, they won't tell where any of the others are?"

He takes hold of the third one and gently draws it out.

"Exactly," she says with a sigh. "Though chances are a lot of them wouldn't know anyway. Kids just scatter when you play that game."

Still, there's a third. Robin takes her hand on her palm to dance a bit of chiding at it before it gets put into the basket.

"Why do I seem to end up a babysitter more these days?"

"Some have favorite hiding spots, though," Sephiroth says.

He smirks a bit. "There's a lot to baby-sit around here?"

Yes, that is possible.

"I don't know if they've been up here before," she confesses with a shrug. "They won't tell me. But I think they were... Well, the Wanderer said something about the Warrens being normally off limits at that time for safety of little ones. So they can't be that old."

But they're sure acting like toddlers? Infants? Shit, what's the term for it.

"There was a winter planet. People turned into children after eating chocolate."

"I see. I wonder which place would actually be more dangerous." He eyes the broken buildings.

He flicks a wing at that. "That must have been maddening." And mortifying for the victims, after they came out of it.

Really, she's got no idea. this place seems to have a lot of hiding spaces, but it might also have predators?

"It really was. One of the turtles did. They don't tolerate the cold well and they were scared and outside."

He's thinking more of pieces of abandoned buildings falling on the Frondlings, but yes, predators are dangerous too. There have certainly been more of those lately.

"And you had to handle that situation?"

Instead of the other Turtle handling it, he means.

"Oh yes, I did. I was the only one around. And his brother didn't show up until after that."

So it was only her to do the thing. But Donnie had been cute.

"I see. How long did the effect last?"

He hopes nothing like that will happen again, although he's heard some weird stories from Radley.

"I really don't remember. A few days at least."

It was the weirdest thing she'd ever experienced.

"And it just resolved on its own?"

Perhaps once the chocolate was fully out of their systems.

"Yep," she agreed, nodding. "He was reluctant to see me for a bit after. Embarrassed I think."

Which would be fair.

Sephiroth smirks a bit. "It definitely sounds awkward and embarrassing."

He certainly hopes to never be the victim in such a situation.

"I also heard of a bizarre incident with mer-people?"

Oh god. Robin groans. She was so embarrassing then too.

"Yep. Got my tail tangled in some thorns, AND a monster almost ate me. I do not approve of being a mer-anything."

Sephiroth grimaces.

"Radley said no one he talked to was sure if it was real or a strange dream," he remarks. "It sounded real from what I was told."

Such magic is around in his universe, although his will is too strong for it to work on him there. He hopes it's the same here, but he's always on alert anyway.

"It was one of those things, definitely," she confirms. But more than that she can't really say.

He looks amused. "It had to have been one or the other. I heard purple sand was everywhere when it was over."

"Yeah, there was some."

That's not what she was expecting. But he's not wrong.

"I try not to think about it too much."

"I wouldn't want to either," Sephiroth remarks. Except for trying to figure out what happened so he could prevent it happening again.

He looks around. There must be more Frondlings somewhere....

"Something just moved behind that crate," he notes, heading in that direction.

Oh. Really? Damn, she didn't see it at all.

"You've got sharp eyes. Split up, circle it?"

Maybe that would help.

Sephiroth nods. "I'll come in from the right."

Robin nods and starts around the other direction. And look, she's not tripping over herself either. Applaud her.

She circles to the back and... Nope, at least from her angle she doesn't see one.

"It's hiding again." Sephiroth comes closer, seeing a hole around the side of the crate. He reaches into it and feels around. "Here." He pulls it out.

Damn, he's talented like that.

"Thanks. Let's get these ones back to their guardian before they decide to..."

And she looks to her basket, only to find one trying to climb out.

"Oh no you don't!"

Sephiroth isn't surprised to see one wanting out. But aside from making a bubble around the basket, he's not sure how to keep them in. And he's not sure forcing it is a good idea either since there's no immediate danger.

"Do you know how to keep them from escaping?" he asks awkwardly. He is not good with children.

"Nope," she says, the p popping on her lips. Children are not her strong point either. "Underestimated how tall the sides of the basket are."

But at least she can scoop the thing back down before it gets into trouble.

"... I could make a protective shield around the basket to keep them in," Sephiroth finally admits, "but I don't know if that would be the best course of action."

"OKay, that's cool to just throw out there casually," she says. "Like, you make it sound like magic. Though I guess a lot of people here have magic so I shouldn't be so shocked. Yet here I am, shocked. I wish I wasn't. Life goes like that sometimes. Being shocked."

Okay, she's rambling. Magic makes her do that.

Sephiroth smirks in amusement. "It is magic," he says. "It's a fairly simple, basic spell."

Seriously? Her eyes go wide.

"That's amazing," she insists. "Is it like moving things with your mind? I've seen that once."

"It's different from telekinesis," he says. "But it also involves a great deal of focusing to make it work. At least when you're not used to it. I can do it easily by now."

Easily. Wow. Everyone here has so many damn skills. It makes her feel like she doesn't belong here at all.

"Well, let's not test with it then."

"I doubt the Frondlings would take kindly to being trapped," Sephiroth says, although he's also concerned they'll have to chase the same ones down over and over again if they escape.

Yeah, that's probably a good point. So she just shifts so the basket isn't in her hand. It's instead held in her arms close to her chest.

"Let's go find their keeper then."

That seems the best solution, so Sephiroth starts off towards where he had been when he had been asked to help. Along the way, he stays alert for any other Frondlings.

Frustratingly enough there aren't more frondlings along the way. But hey, there's the keeper funfrond and Robin's able to transfer the little ones to them.

"Looks like there are more here than I saw before. I guess other people are looking too. That's good."

Sephiroth nods. "Hopefully they'll all be rounded up before long. I'll keep looking."

"Yeah, me too. Thanks for the help by the way. My arms were so not long enough for what I needed to reach."

The little things were quicker than she had really expected too.

He nods. "I'm pleased I could help. Let me know if I can do more."

Robin nods and salutes.

"I'll message you if I need long arms around again."

"Very well." Sephiroth nods and moves to head off in search of more Frondlings.

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