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Post by Bee on Jul 31, 2010 0:59:23 GMT -5
 Helena had been lured over by the promise of pie and sisterly companionship but it seemed that the pie was a lie. And Iphis was a lie. Neither were anywhere to be found, no matter how many of the Apartment's trap doors she checked. He was apparently babysitting his little nieces and nephews, but where they had gotten off to, she hadn't the foggiest idea. Well, maybe a foggy one. A craft store or a candy shop or something. (It still seemed odd that Ira had reproduced with Saethre; but then Ira spawning in any capacity struck her as strange. He was like some kind of unique dish on a bizarre competitive cooking show; she could configure his existence on its own, but he was not supposed to be able to create copies of himself.) "Pfft," she said, with a dismissive flip of her hair. "I didn't want any of you either." She rummaged in the kitchen and found cookies. Cookies were better than people. Got into less trouble for eating them, anyway. |
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Post by Greenie on Jul 31, 2010 1:06:54 GMT -5
 Children. She had children. Where had she left said children? There were five of them, and her memory concerning them was a blank slate. Well, more like a void.. things seemed to go in it and never come back out. Ah, well. She'd find them eventually, or they'd find her. Shit. Had it been days since she'd seen any of them? The otter paused, her paw moving to her bum to give it a good scratch while she considered. How old were they now, anyways? Most mothers would find that a piece of vital information to know, but not this one; she discarded the thought with an easy shrug. It couldn't be too important or one of them would have reminded her several times in those obnoxious high-pitched voices of theirs. Perhaps it would be a good time to seek them out. Now, if she'd left her children somewhere, where would she have left them? .... Ira's house was a good chance. Iphis might have them, or Helena, or Ira, or they could just be wandering there. They tended to wander. It was as good of a guess as any. Saethre sighed and heaved herself out of her chair and began the amiable amble over to The Apartment, as they called it, to see if her children were in sight. She knocked on the door then entered without bothering to wait for a reply. "HEY. Copious amounts of people inhabiting this apartment!" She said, almost bothering to elevate her voice, but not really. She wove her way through rooms slowly, more curious about the furniture pieces than actually finding anyone. |
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Post by Bee on Jul 31, 2010 1:27:30 GMT -5
"It's pretty much just me and the cookies at the moment," Helena called back, not bothering to move from her chair. She wanted to be where the cookies were, and there were too many of them on the table to be a fully mobile unit. The visitor could find her way to the kitchen if she wanted--and didn't manage to get eaten by anything on the journey.
She figured it might be Saethre. She was pretty good with voices--remembering how people sounded made them easier to pick out in crowds later when you decided you were bored/intoxicated enough to sleep with them--and she figured that she might have come looking for her kids, wherever the hell Iphis had wandered off to with them.
But that was a lot of deduction. Maybe Saethre had just heard about the pie, too. That sounded so much more appealing than children at the moment.
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Post by Greenie on Jul 31, 2010 1:44:12 GMT -5
Saethre's tail came up immediately at the mention of cookies, and she shot into the kitchen like a bullet, her face coming up to peer up over the edge of the table, her gaze immediately rocketing to the plate in front of Helena. It then stayed there, staring like a hunting dog who'd found some game and flushed it out. "You're going to share those." She stated, absolutely no question in her voice, because it was a statement, despite them not being her cookies.
When there wasn't a response in the following half a second, she snaked a paw up and snagged a large pile and artfully maneuvered them over towards another chair, which she then occupied. The goal of cookies safely attained, she looped an arm around them to keep it that way, and then began eyeing Helena in a speculative manner. "You really the only one here? 'susually a zoo here. A colorful, mildly gay zoo." The statement was proceeded with several cookies going into her mouth at once. Did those really all fit in there? Guess so.
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Post by Bee on Jul 31, 2010 2:05:01 GMT -5
"I was under the impression that it was feeding time and there would be pie," Helena said, breaking another cookie in half because it wasn't a piece of pie and she wanted it to suffer before she ate it.
She didn't care that Sae helped herself to the food. In her family, pretty much everyone helped themselves to everything, regardless of what it was or who was currently in possession of it. It was par for the course. And besides, cookies were meant to be shared.
"But apparently my sister-brother took his sunshine and rainbows elsewhere. And probably your kids. But don't worry!" she added, cheerfully, on the off chance that Saethre was worried about them. "He'll bring them back eventually with a new wardrobe." Or he'd perform a sneak-adoption and proclaim himself mommy of all; that was always a possibility. "I hope they like pink."
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Post by Greenie on Jul 31, 2010 2:10:20 GMT -5
Saethre's gaze sharpened at the mention of pie, then her brow furrowed - impression? "So you're saying there's no pie, and I'm eating inferior cookies instead? That's insulting to the pie." The otter huffed, now eyeing her prize cookies with mild disdain. Oh well, at least they were chocolate chip. It was a small consolation for the loss of the pie she didn't know she could have gotten.
Iphis and rainbows. Well that was nothing new. "My kids?" She said with a slight frown, a cookie dangling halfway out of her mouth before her tongue swept out to re-capture it. "Why would I be worried about them?" She paused, and shrugged. "I imagine one of them likes pink. A few are female, anyways. How should I know?" Saethre glared at the table for a moment, then at Helena; why, exactly, was she thinking in such detail about her children? What did it matter what colors they liked? Sheesh, this was a difficult train of thought.
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Post by Bee on Jul 31, 2010 2:55:47 GMT -5
Helena shrugged a little and ate another cookie. "The cookies didn't ask to be cookies. They were created that way. Though I guess if they tried harder they could have been pie." Another cookie went down. She told herself to stop eating cookies, and then immediately picked up and ate another cookie. She couldn't seem to stop herself.
She thought about Saethre's thoughts regarding her children for a moment--if those had been Helena's children, she imagined she'd be a little more concerned, on account of her iron-clad determination to not follow in her mother's parenting footsteps should to day every come when she had to set aside the bottle to raise a child.
But who was she to judge, really? Everyone became equals before cookies.
"Eh, they'll learn to like it. Iphis is pretty persuasive when it comes to that sort of thing. You gonna wait around for 'em? Plenty of cookies."
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Post by Greenie on Jul 31, 2010 19:42:40 GMT -5
Saethre gave the cookie plate another disdainful look. "It wouldn't have taken much for them to be chocolate pie instead of chocolate cookies." Her tone was mildly insulting, and it wasn't very gratifying when the cookies stayed determinedly inanimate like usual.
The otter crammed more calories into her mouth and chewed a while before swallowing and answering. "I'm sure they'll like being bought anything. I make them do it themselves." When she remembered to give them money, that is. They were pests, though, and usually just whined until they got it. "Wait for them? Nah. That sounds boring." Her tone was beginning to edge into bored, as her stash of cookies was quickly waning. Sae peered around the kitchen, wondering if there was anything else worth snatching and shoving into her mouth. "Why? You got something for me to do in the mean time?"
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Post by Bee on Aug 3, 2010 2:15:38 GMT -5
"You could table dance," Helena said, absently. Saethre's apparent lack of any pressing activities or concerns made her think about her own lack of anything better to do (she was waiting on her brother and pie; that probably fell somewhere high on the ladder of social failure, topped only by waiting for the boys who weren't coming) and having her thoughts stray in that direction was generally considered by the better part of her brain to be a depressing waste of time.
She'd always thought children would be interesting--tiny beings that adored you beyond anything in the world and wanted nothing more than to make you, their creator, happy. But if Sae was so incredibly disinterested in her own, that plan must have holes. Or Saethre was just a bad mother. She took a small trip down memory lane. Yes, that was the answer.
"But that would be more about my own boredom than yours."
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Post by Greenie on Aug 3, 2010 21:37:55 GMT -5
Saethre blinked at the table. "The table dances?" She scooted her chair back a bit and stared at the wooden creation, clearly expecting it to start doing some sort of merry little jig at any moment. "I knew this family was weird, but I didn't think you all were that weird," She muttered, then frowned when the table remained a sturdy piece of unmoving wood.
"I think I'd prefer not to see such a phenomenon. You can tell it not to, right?" The otter asked, curiosity giving away to contempt for what clearly must be a colossal waste of magic. She might not have taken much stock in her mother's way of life, but she did believe in waste-not-want-not.. at least as far as magic was concerned. Food and such didn't fall into the same category.
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