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Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon
So, originally, the plan had been for Karla, Warren, and all three children to show up at Fandom this weekend and do the whole reunion thing. They'd see old friends, show Nyles and Cora the island, and take a ridiculous number of pictures commemorating things that really didn't need to be commemorated. And then, last night, Cora had come into Karla's parlor before bedtime complaining that she didn't feel good. And then had promptly thrown up. Nyles, who had been a footstep behind her, managed to keep down his dinner, but was flushed and feverish.
Long story short, Cora and Nyles had come down with chicken pox. And as much as Karla would have liked to simply Heal them and be done with it, getting chicken pox now meant they wouldn't get worse illnesses later, and so Warren and Karla reluctantly agreed to let them stick it out. And that clearly meant that at least one parent needed to stay with them. But Kayla, being far too young, needed to be kept away. And so, after a spirited game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, (best two out of three, and no, Warren, she didn't cheat), Karla had ended up being the one who got to take Kayla away to the island for the weekend, while Warren and his healing factor took care of two thoroughly miserable children.
On the other hand, now Karla at least had a good excuse to take a million pictures? Like the ones she was taking now, of Kayla smearing vanilla ice cream all over her face as she attempted to spoon it into her mouth. Thank the Darkness for data plans.
Long story short, Cora and Nyles had come down with chicken pox. And as much as Karla would have liked to simply Heal them and be done with it, getting chicken pox now meant they wouldn't get worse illnesses later, and so Warren and Karla reluctantly agreed to let them stick it out. And that clearly meant that at least one parent needed to stay with them. But Kayla, being far too young, needed to be kept away. And so, after a spirited game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, (best two out of three, and no, Warren, she didn't cheat), Karla had ended up being the one who got to take Kayla away to the island for the weekend, while Warren and his healing factor took care of two thoroughly miserable children.
On the other hand, now Karla at least had a good excuse to take a million pictures? Like the ones she was taking now, of Kayla smearing vanilla ice cream all over her face as she attempted to spoon it into her mouth. Thank the Darkness for data plans.
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The idea that people could affect items more based on them being more famous brought up a lot of interesting theories about the collective unconscious and its affect on the material plane.
Which she would have loved to explain further, but was sidetracked by yelling, "Kayla, no!" as Kayla decided that the grown ups talking meant it was the perfect time to try to reach for some of Claudia's sundae.
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"Yeah, but there's a ton of stuff she's not supposed to eat yet," Karla said. "And she's gonna be buzzing like a bee already with all the vanilla she's had. Let's not add chocolate to that. And besides," she said, looking directly at Kayla. "We know better than you snatch, don't we?"
There were sometimes Arcerian kittens at the estate; they were mentally about the same age as Kayla, but a hundred pounds of teeth and claws heavier. No snatching! was an important rule.
"So, what you're saying is the drive that rockets people to stardom is the same drive that propels their creation of artifacts? It's more who they are and not about who they become?"
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And Claudia was destined to be a Warehouse caretaker. There might be some "magic" to it all yet, really.
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Again, that was often the way Craft worked.
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Like science!