Loon Drive, Heading For the Park, Saturday Morning

[onlymistaken]

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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[onlymistaken]

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.

[cellsandsaints.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[onlymistaken]

"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."