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firstofitskind) wrote2019-03-30 08:58 am
firstofitskind) wrote2019-03-30 08:58 am
MHA #6, Early Saturday Morning
Verity had been out patrolling in Baltimore last night, late enough that Liam had fallen asleep on the couch waiting. It wasn't the first time that had happened, and wasn't likely to be the last, except that normally what happened is he'd either wake up when she came in through the door window, or if he'd been really tired, after his usual couple hours of sleep and make his way to the bedroom to find her there. This time... not so much. Maybe whatever Fandom magic was in the air was responsible for making sure he actually slept through the entire night, because the Liam who woke up was not the Liam who'd gone to sleep.
The Liam who woke up was about six years old, and very, very confused. Gone were the familiar purple walls of the Mothership and the hum of her engines. Instead he was on some sort of- squishy but also lumpy surface?
He looked around, eyes wide. The only thing he recognized was a completed Taelon puzzle on a shelf just out of reach. A cursory examination of the space revealed another room with a table and chairs, and he dragged one of the chairs over to the shelf and clambered up on it to bring the puzzle down.
Prize acquired, he made his way back to the couch, clinging to the one bit of familiarity in this strange place he'd found himself in.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but open if you live here!]
The Liam who woke up was about six years old, and very, very confused. Gone were the familiar purple walls of the Mothership and the hum of her engines. Instead he was on some sort of- squishy but also lumpy surface?
He looked around, eyes wide. The only thing he recognized was a completed Taelon puzzle on a shelf just out of reach. A cursory examination of the space revealed another room with a table and chairs, and he dragged one of the chairs over to the shelf and clambered up on it to bring the puzzle down.
Prize acquired, he made his way back to the couch, clinging to the one bit of familiarity in this strange place he'd found himself in.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but open if you live here!]
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"Then let me go get dressed and get you a coat and we'll be all set," she said, smiling down at him. "Your human heritage needs some attention, too."
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She would have been happier to have the real Liam, but if this really were some alternate dimension's version of Liam, she was glad she could give him a weekend of fun.