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[Mar. 8th, 2020|01:26 pm] |
Hey, so, if you're hearing this, I'm elbow deep in paint or trouble. Leave your name (or alias) and number, and day that you called, and message, and I'll get back to you forthwith -- hey, hey, what is it? I'm in the middle of doing one of those phone messages. Oh, that? Just reverse the proton stream, and re-angle the dish -- ahem. Sorry about that.
Press one if it's a serious emergency.
Press two if you just want to leave a message.
Press three if the Nexus has done something odd and I've disappeared.
Pressing four doesn't do anything. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2012|09:23 am] |
Victor hates cooking the way she hates romantic comedies, but she can't leave all the work to Cole, so she's spent the day peeling potatoes for mashing, washing veggies, preheating ovens, and measuring things in measuring cups.
And then came Anya's bath because in a supreme case of cosmic irony Victor's children love to make messes. On a related note, after that came scrubbing the carpet in the playroom and then temporarily giving up and tossing a throwrug over it then going back to work to make it passable.
By the time Vic gets dressed in something that looks nice (a pretty, sleeveless blue cotton blouse that James insisted on getting her, and jeans that fit and have no paint stains on them and black shiny shoes), it's almost time for the dinner to start.
"Are you going to be a good boy today?" Vic asks, hefting a casserole dish.
"'Course I am," Jude answers, without looking up from setting the table. Tables, really, since their usual kitchen table only has room for eight.
"I wasn't talking to you, sweetie, I was talking to Uncle Jonny."
The Scarecrow makes a sour face, lounging his long limbs on the couch. "Call me that again and I'll gas you."
"You have to be nice to me, I'm handicapped."
"You were handicapped before you ever needed a cane."
It's good-natured, of course, but James gives Crane a swat anyway. "We're not staying for dinner anyway, we just wanted to wish you luck tonight."
"I didn't want to wish you luck tonight," Crane says.
"That's because you're a mean old man," James replies, whispering something to him that is certainly not for repeating in polite company. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2012|10:25 pm] |
DEAR COLE,
YOUR SON GOT A PUPPY and I know technically he's not your son but when he does things like this I am going to blame you forever so get used to it.
He pulled a Ray Stantz when he was asked to wish for ice cream and he wished for a puppy instead.
A PUPPY.
A PUPPY!
A PUPPY! |
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[Feb. 15th, 2012|06:02 pm] |
More of the Sanir's eggs have been hatching since Victor started meddling, hooking them up with calcium supplements and dark leafy greens, and this hatching ceremony is particularly productive, in part because Victor's hatching an egg as well. Metaphorically.
She's burning herbs with the rest of the prospective parents, singing the birthing song, fretting a bit over the health of her spawn (and the other children of the community). She spends so much time here that the past batch of hatchlings all know her by name, and the oldest of elders hum greetings to her.
They're all painted in the room, with plant paste, with clay, and she has feathers woven into her hair because she has no feathers of her own.
It's stifling in the hut, with the eggs surrounded by warm rocks and cloths, and a long shape under a sheet, about the size of a child. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2012|10:39 pm] |
"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Victor is talking to her phone. Not that she thinks her phone is a sweetie, but she's talking to a voice on her phone, and it is on speaker. She is in a field, sprawled on her stomach on an ugly mustard-colored blanket.
"Good! I finished a few logic puzzles, and spent some time playing with my sisters on the computer. Anya is hilarious when you play peekaboo. 'Thena had me read stories over and over." It's a young voice, male, exuberent, and Vic's smiling this big proud smile and sipping at her coffee through a straw.
"I'm glad," she says. "Guess what Friday's gonna be?"
"Is it my birthday?"
"Absolutely. You nervous?"
"No way! This is going to rock!" |
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[Nov. 27th, 2011|09:03 pm] |
If you find yourself in a secluded corner of the Nexus, past the rhinestone statue of a... no one quite knows what that is, but it's blobby in shape. And perhaps not a statue at all. If you find yourself there, you might stumble upon a child's birthday party.
The birthday cake is pretty standard. It says: Happy 2nd Birthday Anya and Athena!
That's where the standardness ceases. Little Anya is dressed as Amelia Earhart, but she keeps taking off her hat, messy blonde hair static clinging up. Athena is dressed up as a toaster, keeping with the history theme, because that's in the history of mechanical doodads and Athena is a robot. It made sense to her papas.
Victor, for her part, is dressed up as Abe Lincoln, complete with a fake beard and a stovepipe hat. That is to say: she's being ridiculous, like usual. Anya is trying to tear the beard off, and Victor is leaning back out of reach of her tiny hands, laughing. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2011|01:17 pm] |
Home sweet place.
The thing about Victor and Cole's new place is that it is thoroughly babyproofed, neat, and mostly blue, though the 'neat' part might be in some slight question since you don't have two little ones in the house without toys getting strewn everywhere. There are toy baskets at the entrance of every room, but there are still little cloth books between couch cushions, a cyclopean teddy bear face down on the floor, and a blocky toy truck underfoot. Victor fixes that little tripping hazard with a swing of her cane, like she's playing croquet. It bumps into the couch. She bends, and picks it up.
At any rate, the place is mostly neat. "Think I can say that the baby ate my homework?" she asks Clark, as she makes her way to the nursery, napping, okay she'll be quiet, she tip-toes out, closes the door. "Can you believe the amount of work we get?"
"The password to the wifi is goodjobhacker, no spaces, no capital letters. I'll make us some coffee." |
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[Jun. 7th, 2011|10:51 pm] |
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And the planet I'm living on now just had first contact. |
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[Jun. 5th, 2011|12:29 pm] |
I totally got in trouble for spending three days in a room, working on programming.
SORRY GUYS I JUST GOT EXCITED!
[x] Body
[x] Personality
[o] Nanobot guts
[o] Functional AI
[_] Finishing touches
x = done
o = mostly done
_ = close to mostly done
We're looking at a projected 'birth day' in late July, which... considering that I've been working on this since October, is pretty rad. |
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