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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[cellsandsaints.livejournal.com]

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.

[cellsandsaints.livejournal.com]

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?"

[cellsandsaints.livejournal.com]

"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.

[cellsandsaints.livejournal.com]

"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.

[cellsandsaints.livejournal.com]

"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.