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Kay Faraday ([personal profile] little_thief) wrote2010-10-08 04:49 pm

Case 38: Turnabout Grounding

[It's Friday afternoon, and Kay's already planning out what she's going to do this wekeend.  Maybe some softball practice at the park, going out for burgers and a movie with her boyfriend, just generally hanging around town... typical teenager type stuff.  She comes happily bouncing on home, only to run into Tlachtga's drone waiting for her at the door.  Arms folded, foot tapping impatiently on the floor, and looking none too pleased with her oldest daughter.]

"Oh, h... hi.  Um... mom.  What's up?"

"What's up?  What's up?  This is 'what's up,' young lady!"  [And the drone holds up the box of condoms Kay had gotten from Ema for her big night with Yamamoto up on Makeout Point.  Kay immediately shrinks back, knowing exactly what kind of talk she's about to get.]  "I found these in your sock drawer while I was cleaning!  Where did you get them?"

"I... I'm just holding onto them for a friend!  They're not mine, I swear!"

"Uh-huh."  [DRONESTAAAAAAAARE.]

"O-okay... so, uh... yeah.  They are mine.  But shouldn't you be happy that I'm using protection and being safe about it?"

"Happy?  Happy?  My daughter is going around doing... indecent things! - with strange boys, and I should be happy?  Who's this guy anyway, Kay?  I've never even met him!  You won't even introduce him to me, and I'm supposed to be happy for you?"

"Well... maybe this is why I haven't introduced him!  Maybe I knew you'd just freak out like this!"

"Kay Elizabeth Crawford!"  [Yeah, her middle name isn't even Elizabeth at all, but the drone mom seems to be saying it with such conviction...]  "Don't you dare speak to me that way!  Go to your room."

"...What?"

"You heard me, young lady.  Go to your room.  You're grounded.  I'm very disappointed in you, Kay."

"You're grounding me?  You can't do that!"

"I can, and I am.  Now march."

[The drone points to the stairs.  Kay just storms up them in a huff.]

[Phone; standard non-drone, non-Grady, non-Mayor filter]

"This sucks!  My drone mom just grounded me!  Can you believe it?  I'm practically an adult myself, and she tells me to go to my room!  I'm not even allowed out of the house until the weekend's over!"

[Action - after the phone conversations]

[Anyone passing by 337 Brady will see a certain Thief of Truth attempting to stealth her way out of her room through the window.  She's trying to climb into the tree growing in the front yard just next to her window, hoping she can jump, make it into the branches, and then climb her way down and to freedom.  It's a couple of feet from the window to the tree, though, and it looks a little risky.  Feel free to ask her what the heck she's doing or try to help her get out of the house in a less immediately dangerous way.]

((OOC: Just make it clear in your first comment whether you're replying to the phone or the action stuff.))

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Did something happen with her?

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
You don't really have to do anything she tells you to do, do you? She'll be pretty annoying, though . . .

What did you do?

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
She found something she didn't want me to have in my room.

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
It must have been really bad if you're trying to jump out a window to escape.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well, not bad, really... just embarrassing. And I figured I'd have to get out this way so she wouldn't see me trying to leave the house and yell at me.

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
. . . If you really don't want to, I can, um. Bring a trampoline or something for you.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Really? You have a trampoline?

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
. . . Well, no. I've got something almost as good, though.

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
. . . Eheh. Hold on five minutes, Kay. I'll be right back.

[Lucas, with a smile on his face, dashes away back towards his house.]

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay!"

[Smiles, expecting something adorable out of him.]

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shortly after, Kay will hear the clip-clop of hooves before seeing Lucas riding down the street on something . . . rather peculiar (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQVWL_cXpCg). It wasn't quite as cool or romantic as rescuing the lady on a real horse, but it would do.

In the back is a large pile of pillows.]


When you jump, we'll bounce up and catch you! What do you think?

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you sure it's safe? What is that thing?

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe not. But even if it isn't, I'll Shield you when you fall and if you hit the pillows, you shouldn't be hurt at all.

This is my tea table.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Well, guess I'll give it a shot! You ready?"

[Positions herself just inside the window frame.]

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh. We'll meet halfway.

. . . One . . . Two . . . Three, jump!

[The table bounds five feet up in the air.]

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Here I come!"

[Kay vaults out of the window, curling into herself as much as she can to blunt the impact of the landing as she goes hurtling toward the table.]

"Catch!"

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[As she falls, Lucas thrusts his hand outward, surrounding her in a bubble of PSI. The timing of the jump went fairly well -- She meets the table right before the apex.]

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lands on the pillows, cushioned by the PSI. She's just sort of looking around now, poking at the energy bubble surrounding her.]

"That was pretty cool!"

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucas beams, pleased that he had managed to be helpful. The table begins to clomp back in the direction of the road.]

Eheh. It was, wasn't it? Where would you like to go?

[Now that they are closer to each other, Kay may notice that absent the mask, there is a patch of skin around Lucas's eye that is distorted and discolored. He looks a little like a panda.]

We should run before your mom comes out to see why she heard horse sounds.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kay smiles back at Lucas, about to announce that she wants to ride off into the sunset or something crazy, when she sees the patch of discolored skin. Her face changes to one of concern.]

"...Lucas, what happened to your eye?"

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
No -- . . .

[Well, no, he couldn't really deny it. Underneath his cowboy hat, his hair had been shaved off. The burn scarring, he knew, was still prominent and would continue to be so until he died, or at least until he was brave enough to debride closer to his eye. He was pleased with the job he'd done on the rest of his face, anyway.]

The party happened.

It's nothing. Where do you want to go, Kay?