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[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.))

Date: 2010-10-09 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com
"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!"

Date: 2010-10-09 08:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[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.]

Date: 2010-10-09 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com
[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!"

Date: 2010-10-09 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[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.

Date: 2010-10-09 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com
[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?"

Date: 2010-10-09 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
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?

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

Date: 2010-10-09 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[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.

Date: 2010-10-09 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thief-of-truth.livejournal.com
[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?"

Date: 2010-10-09 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
[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?

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

Date: 2010-10-09 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com
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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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