The Park; Saturday Morning [ 04/24 ].

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Let's get one thing straight: squirrels and ducks were just asking to be chased.

It was just part of their inherent natures, what with their fluffy tails or comical waddles. And, if it was difficult on occasion for a person (or wolf) to fight against the urge to run after them with the pure, simple, maniacal glee that went with making them scatter, it was near impossible for a child (or pup) to restrain from the same.

Which is why little Delphie Angua was bolting across the park, watching them flee from her truly menacing terror.

"Bark, bark!" she said. "Bark, bark, bark."

So the menacing part needed work, but she'd grow into it, to be sure. It seemed good enough to make them run, though, and that's what mattered. It worked out really well, too, because she was still quick, but got distracted by enough shiny pieces of foil in the grass or a sudden smell coming in from a breeze that it gave them time to hide again.

Then the hunt could start all over again.

"Bark, bark! Bark bark bark!"


[[ open park is so, so open. Because it's always a good idea to throw wee little children at wee little puppies. Oh, yeah, and NFB on puppy identity still, please and thank you! ]]

Trooper Station, Saturday Morning

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There were only so many things a man could prepare for on this island. Rains of various food products, invasion of very tiny animals, children.

Though the last one usually meant he pawned the real work off on Ralph.

But not today, it seemed. Today there was a very small child in a miniature version of Ralph's rather unusual uniform. And it was coloring at his desk. Right then.

This was one of those weekends.

Vimes was very wisely just going to grab his helmet and set about for a patrol.

[[Oooopen before he flees!]]

The Perk; Early Saturday Afternoon

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If Chuck had to guess, he would say that the island never turned him into a child because wee!Chuck had acted almost exactly like adult!Chuck, sans all the sex and booze. It just wouldn't be all that much of a difference if he had turned wee like everybody else, so the island decided to punish him for his lameness by making him babysit all weekend.

At least that was Chuck's guess.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to at least try to escape responsibility so as soon as he realized what was going on he headed to the Perk. One, he figured he'd need the caffeine. Two, he thought kids weren't supposed to have coffee and, therefore, should not be hanging out in there.

Such an optimist.

[You best believe it's open]

The Park [afternoon]

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After tearing through his house like a kid on a sugar high (which, well, he had been), Biff finally discovered Outside.

"Let's play Stone the Adulteress!" he cried to whoever was around before gathering up some rocks.

Children's games two thousand years ago were odd.

[OOC: So very open.]

Arms Hotel, Saturday [4/24]

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When Ellie woke up today, all she wanted to do was watch cartoons and eat a breakfast consisting of cookies. Then she remembered she was supposed to be responsible. That meant drinking regular milk with cookies instead of chocolate. There was also the whole thing where she was supposed to help people at the hotel.

But, being seven-years-old, she was not going to sit still behind a desk, answering phones. Not when there was exploring to be done! Besides, she was hungry and there was a grumpy chef who did not want to deal with a crying child. That would be why she could have as many pancakes as she wanted with lots of syrup.

Ooh, and maybe she could sneak into one of the rooms to watch cartoons after all!

[no ocd, but very much open!]

Streets Near The Causeway, Saturday Morning

[chosehumanity]

Of course Mitchell's portal had been late. Of course he'd been left to work himself up into a state about everything before he could make his blissful escape. Of course that meant he was dropped off on the causeway roughly fifteen minutes before a certain change swept Fandom.

And that meant that little John had spent a few hours of nighttime sleeping on the grass near the causeway, curled up into a little ball and clinging to Mitchell's big coat for warmth.

He was waking now, a little dark-haired ball of quiet confusion, and stretched. At least the sun was warm, and his skin was heating.

[[ open! ]]

Caritas | Saturday

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Let's just say Adrian had a feeling it was going to be one of those days. And this was confirmed when he walked into Caritas guardianless for once... and found an eight-year-old behind the bar.

"Welcome to Caritas, what can I get for you?" Jaina asked cheerfully. She was totally sitting on a stool so she could see over the bar.

For a moment he only stared before coming up with, "You're fucking kidding me."

"That's a bad word," she accused.

"You are not tending bar like this," he decided, heading over behind the bar. Adrian was not the most responsible person in the world, and he'd laugh if anyone ever was dumb enough to say he was, but something told him this was just not right. "I'll take today, you can take Monday."

"I can too serve drinks!" she protested. "But if you're gonna be that way, fine. I won't even help you."

"Fine," he said, and went to make himself a drink... only to find that all the alcohol had been replaced by things like milk and lemonade. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.

"Another bad word."

[Yes, Adrian'll be serving today, and yes he will be sober around the kiddies. No worries, it's too early for him to be getting crazy all over you.]

The Gig | Saturday

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The horses weren't exactly sure what to make of the wee tiny girl who was caring for them today. She smelled like Gwynn and she acted like Gwynn.

But she didn't look like Gwynn.

However, the little girl seemed to know exactly what she was doing and that was why they all decided to behave themselves for her.

After they were fed and groomed, Gwynn climbed up on the tallest one and made herself comfortable as she kept a careful eye on all of them and their domain.

The Gig was open.

the graveyard | mid evening | saturday | april 23

[therewaslife]

Bod didn't think it was unusual for someone his age to be in a graveyard at night. After all, he'd lived in one before, been friends with ghosts, matched up against ghouls and had lived to tell the tales. It was only natural for him to wander down there now, hand trailing across the tops of tombstones.

He idly read the Latin that was chiseled on some of the graves, repeating the words out loud and in his mind to better get a handle on the language. Even if his tutors weren't here, he still didn't want to disappoint them. He missed home. He missed his mom and dad and he missed Silas.

Bod found a fairly old grave and sat down, back against the cool front of the tombstone. He waited and hoped that maybe he'd see a ghost or maybe he'd see Silas. Maybe this was just like his old home. It wasn't. And he'd be waiting a long time.

[open place in town so it's open!]