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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 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?

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

[Frowns. She honestly feels bad for asking now - it must have been hard for him to have to remember. So instead she gives him a hug.]

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Um... how about the park?"

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucas turns red and turns to smile, embarrassed. Trying to lighten the mood again, he turns back towards the front.]

Yee-haw, Table. You heard the nice lady.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fortunately for Lucas, it never takes much to lift Kay's spirits, and within moments she's smiling again.]

"This thing is pretty cool! Where'd you find it, anyway?"

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucas holds on to his hat to stop it from flying away as the Tea Table gallops down the side of the street. The drones don't pay the impossibility any attention.]

It was a gift from the Mr. Saturns for helping them. Oh, um. Have I ever told you about them?

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I don't think so. I would've remembered a name like that.

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. They look a little like this.

[Lucas pulls out a notebook and pencil and proceeds to draw the following (http://files.fobby.net/0000/564d/mr_saturn010.png).]

They talk a little strange and they say 'boing' a lot.

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-10 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh. They're really good inventors, too, and this is one of the things they made.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-10 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
It's pretty cool! What other kinds of stuff did they make?

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Well. They made a . . . flying machine. Sort of. It was a cage filled with birds and we held on really tight.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds kind of dangerous...

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It flew fine; it was holding on that we had trouble with, eheh.

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
We were over the sea, luckily.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
How far was it to land? Did you have to swim the whole way?

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't far at all. We were really lucky. The waves washed us back on shore.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That is pretty lucky! You've lived a pretty exciting life, haven't you, Lucas?

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh. Exciting . . . Yeah. I guess it has been that.

[identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com 2010-10-12 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
You sounded a little sad just now. Are you okay?

[identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com 2010-10-12 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Uh-huh, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. We're almost there now . . .