Loon Drive, Heading For the Park, Saturday Morning

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Thanks to a certain rather insistent mountain of fuzz, Cally was up and out of their room before Wesley was even awake, let alone before the arrival of any small, argumentative visitors. The air was chilly but thankfully not freezing; a warm jacket was enough to keep her comfortable as she walked along behind Nana. Fine, jogged. But not because she was being dragged! Much.

[For childlings and a boy, both on massive SP, but open to passers-by if you like!]

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Small fair-haired child ambling out of the park? Odd to see without an adult present, but he didn't seem to be in any particular distress from what Cally could see. Perhaps a bit confused, though? It was more of a feeling than a facial expression; she was too far away to catch that.

Small fair-hair child stopping still in the middle of the road, then running pell-mell toward Cally and Nana? Slightly odder.

Somewhat overshadowed by the part where he was telepathically crowing //Mummy!// at her, though.

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"I...what?" It said something about her time in Fandom that Cally's first response to that was spoken aloud; she wasn't sure she liked what it said.

She barely had time to process that, though, before little arms were pushing right past Nana (how, and could she get lessons?) and wrapping around her legs.

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//Did you get lost? I came to find you in the comm centre. Big purple light and where is this?//

Look, the transitions made perfect sense to Sjoerd; who needed adverbs when the concepts jumped straight out of your head to somebody else's anyway?

Something huffed and licked at his ear; he turned his head to see a creature pretty much as tall as him - at least until it was licking his face and he couldn't see anything. //Stop that! Mummy!//

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"Nana, sit." Because that ever worked. Though... this time it actually seemed to, possibly because the dog realized she was scaring the little boy.

Who was in her head like an Auronar, closer and more like kin than any of the human telepaths here had been, but he didn't feel like one of her people, either. Familiar, but not. And then there was the matter of--

//I think you're confused. I'm not your mother, but I'd be happy to help you find her. What's your name?//

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He unwrapped his arms from her legs and put his hands on his hips to look up at her. "My-name-is-Sjoerd-Carolus-Wega-and-I-live-in-PR2-Block-tower," he said as if it was something he'd been forced to memorise, which it was. "And I'm far too big for this game, you know. I can tell you're not Aunty Zelda, silly."

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"Aunty...Zelda..." she repeated slowly, not missing the other important bit, just fastening onto the most recently-spewed improbability.

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"You look the same, but you don't feel the same." Was that a small boy rolling his eyes at her? It was, indeed. It was followed by a somewhat accusatory, "'Sides, your hair's--- you cut your hair! That's cheating!"

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"I haven't cut my hair in months." Why that seemed an important statement to make amid the rather more insane ones floating about, Cally had no idea. Nana didn't seem impressed either, what with the sit command only barely being obeyed now, and that tongue coming out to swipe across the boy's cheek again.

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"Blpphpst!" That was meant to be something else, but turning his head into the licking wasn't Sjoerd's wisest move. "What's that? Where's this? Where's Dad?"

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Oh sure, bring up the other bit she was trying not to fit into the puzzle and failing utterly at because she was too damned clever for her own good. "That's Nana. She's my dog. This is Fandom Island."

I don't have a son. How am I supposed to tell a son I don't have where his father, who ALSO doesn't have a son, is?

"Your father's name is...?" Like she couldn't guess.

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"I told you I'm too big for this game." Sjoerd shook his head and tugged on her hand. "Fan-dom," he added slowly. "S'where you and Dad were before. How's come we're here now?"

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"What a very good question indeed." Cally was beginning to suspect this was the exponentially brainharming version of little flying people with arrows and clingy simians, but it was also a perfectly real child, who truly seemed to believe she was his mother, and that his father... yes. "Why don't we find your father and try to figure that out."

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Small, slightly less fair-haired child, ambling out of the other side of the park! Though this one was a bit more dire-looking, and had something strapped to her side. She just didn't seem inclined to let anyone see.

"Moeder! Moeder!"

Oh, and she was speaking another language. That was also a bit of a tell.

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A bit of a tell for what, since Cally didn't speak that language, was rather up in the air, but so was everything at the moment. Cally's instinctive reply had shifted after a few moments speaking with the small boy now clinging to her hand, to, //What?!//

Though she had rather a good guess, since the word wasn't so different from Standard, and the accent was, though not her own, shall we say familiar? Yes, yes we shall.

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And see, here Femke would have tackled her mother, except there was a large dog in the way. She slowed down when she saw it, though more curious than scared. "Moeder?" she tried again, momentarily thrown by the fact she was using English, not Tuscan or Diets. "... You are gone?"

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"Gone?" Skipping right over the not your mother part, yes. Cally caught on relatively quick, at least.

The boy peeping around her side frowned at the girl. "My mum's right here. Who're you?"

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"Femke Zelda Wega," Femke supplied, a touch formal. Even her back had gone a little rigid, like she was used to introductions. "...Not gone now."

Just previously. A visible frown appeared on her face as she racked her mind for it.

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"That's my name. Wega. Zelda's my aunt." Sjoerd didn't sound any less suspicious of the newcomer.

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"Zelda was my ow-nt," Femke retorted. She was hopelessly confused, and being hopelessly confused made her stubborn. Or crabby. Or both. "Your dress is really weird!"

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"This isn't a dress!"

If only Cally had a hand free to facepalm. Sadly, one had a hand in it, and the other had a leash. "I think she means your clothing, Sjoerd."

Which was hardly weird to Cally, though a bit futuristic for Fandom. For a girl dressed like she'd stepped from the pages of Cally's World History text, though... "I suppose you saw a purple swirly thing as well?" she asked, addressing the girl.

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"Daar," Femke agreed, pointing in the general direction of the park. "There was to be a flash, but it was... a purple swirly thing."

Femke Wega had some minor experience with how time travel was supposed to work. (Minor being the key word, though, and mostly through stories.)

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Cally had some minor experience with purple swirly things, as it happened. At least this one hadn't -- she assumed -- torn any ships apart.

"I don't suppose I have to ask who your father is either." If the name hadn't told her, the accent should have. "But you two don't know each other?"

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"No, and he still dresses odd." She was slowly slipping back into the swing of the English (a bit of that stubbornness at work) and she gave Sjoerd a pained look. "I think I would have remembered."

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"No, you do!"

Thank you, Sjoerd. Very helpful.

"I imagine I'm not dressed as--" Talk about odd. "--you're used to seeing me either. The year is ...different... here." Hopefully that was vague enough not to panic either of them if they weren't familiar with the idea.