firstofitskind | MHA #6, Sunday Evening

The last two days in the Kincaid-Price household had been, uh, interesting. First and most obviously, there was the appearance of some animal but not actually animal visitors. There had been Kestrel, of course, and then there'd been who had shown up claiming to belong to Verity:

"Jack."

"Your name is Jack."

"Yup"

"Jack the jackalope?"

"Yup."

The talking part of which wasn't even as startling as it might be for most. And that was because of the mice. Which led to the other really interesting thing: once they'd figured out that these animals- daemons- were in fact extensions of human souls, two schools of thought had immediately formed: those that believed the new arrivals needed to have names bestowed upon them so they could be properly worked into the canon, and those who believed that, as part of their gods, they were already covered, namewise.

That the daemons would likely disappear either tomorrow or in a few days, as is typical with Fandom, Did Not Matter, as it had been pointed out that They Have Always Been There, You Just Did Not Know It. Therefore, they would continue to exist once they've disappeared.

"For does NOT the Pilgrim Priestess search high and low for he God of Empty Rooms and Cold Regrets with no sign of him nor proof he still lives? Is not our entire life based around the faith of That Which We Feel But Can Not See?" remarked one of the acolytes early on in the discussion.

So that was the background noise as Liam (and Kestrel, who wasn't really much help per se but had Opinions) was in the kitchen, preparing some Ginataang Talong with some Deep Fried Cauliflower on the side. The eggplant had finished simmering and now it was just a matter of waiting for the deep fryer to finish as they waited for their guests.

[ooc: for thems that live here or are coming for dinner!]

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One day Tom Nook would return for the darkest BDE ever: The Predatory Loans/Housing Bubble Collapse.

"I'd rather my daughter not have this place inflicted on her more than necessary," Danny grumbled like he wouldn't kill to spend more time with her in other circumstances. "You guys planning on kids?"

"Grace loved it here," Steve said with a fond smile.

He got called Uncle Steve, so life was pretty great.

Verity looked at Liam and smiled. "We are," she says. "No specific time frame yet, but...yeah."

That's what the surprise kids would do to you. Give you glimpses of the future that you find you can't live without.

Yeah, she was getting that goofy smitten look again from Liam in return.

“This place has a way of making real the things you never really considered possible,” he said. “And I mean that literally. We hadn’t even been dating all that long when these kids showed up for a weekend claiming to be ours. From the future.”

... And now he was picturing a Danny/Steve kid. Don’t even front, Verity, the thought crossed your mind as well.

Junior and Tani. He was straight up just picturing Junior and Tani.

"Wait, what?" That was terrible news for Danny! Because he got attached just as bad as Steve 'let me semi-adopt this kid who stole my car' McGarrett did!

"Kids from the future show up?" Steve repeated.

"Usually after prom as a hell of a safer sex PSA," Verity snorted. "But yeah. Whole packs of kids from random futures. Some make sense and might be as close to definites are you get in this world--" she shared a quietly adoring look with Liam "--and others are 'oh, the island was high when it decided this might happen.'"

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"So far we've only gotten the former," Liam said. "But who knows, maybe next year we'll end up with, I don't know, some kid who claims to be yours and Verity's," he said with a nod at Steve. "Or mine and Beau's or something."

Both of whom would surely be absolute terrors, in the good way.

Oh, you guys knew that Danny's major weakness (other than Steve running off into danger) was kids. So this was bad to hear.

"That's. Okay."

"Huh," Steve said, staring into space as he imagined kids. "...huh." He grinned at Verity. "Our kid would already know how to make things explode, huh?"

Verity grinned at him. "And would know all the best hiding spots for weaponry," she agreed. "What a great kid."

"Hmmm," Liam hummed. "I think mine and Beau's kid would be pretty damn scrappy," he said, amused. "Maybe more about the fists than the weapons."

Also books. Any spawn of Liam and Beau would be a gigantic nerd.

Danny frowned and took a sip of his wine, just sort of letting that conversation go on without him. Because it was not gonna be a fun one for him to experience.

Steve, picking up on his mood--he was observant, see?--pressed his shoulder into Danny's. "How long do they stay?"

"They show up on Saturday," Verity explained. "Bright. And early. Saturday."

Oh god. Parenting required early mornings. Sorry, children, you were going to have a single-parent household until noon.

"And leave Monday."

How convenient for Verity that their household already had at least one person who was (willingly) functional in the mornings!

Liam's expression sobered a little at the mention of the kids leaving; that was always a real solid emotional gut-punch. And maybe a little too serious to get into on what was supposed to be a fun evening with friends, so:

"And if you're here long enough to get repeat visits, things don't seem to always operate on the same... timeline, or whatever. The first two years, the kids who visited Verity and I were pretty young. This year? Teenagers."

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Danny hummed, leaning back into Steve, leaving it up to him to pick up the conversation slack. At least on this subject.

Steve slung his arm around Danny's shoulders in a completely platonic way. "Weird," Steve said. "They're all from different worlds, then? Not really real?"

Sorry, Danny. Steve's science brain was going to drag this conversation out a bit longer.

"Real is what you make of it," Verity said, mimicking the motion and leaning against Liam. "My best is that they're from a bunch of alternate realities--some of which are pretty much a funhouse mirror version of real to us but that doesn't make them not-real, you know? But even if they're specifically from our future...who says they have to take a trip chronologically? The portal they tumble in from may pick them up from 2028 one year and 2035 the next. Who's to say?"

Yeah, the way Liam wrapped an arm around Verity's shoulders was shamelessly unplatonic. Because married.

"They're real somewhere," Liam agreed. "And- whether we end up with them or completely different kids in this timeline..." he shook his head, grinning goofily at Verity. "Well. I'm looking forward to it either way."

This was perfectly platonic. Steve hadn't even started that weird thing where he needed to flick at Danny's ear yet!

Yes, an actual thing from their actual canon.

Jo took that as her time to make little murring noise before she was hopping onto Danny's lap and curling up to purr soothingly.

"Thanks, Jo," Steve murmured as Kailani slid closer to him now that Jo's warmth was gone.

"Well, we'll keep an eye out around Prom," Steve said.

Maaaaybe to try to go back to Hawai'i depending on how tense Danny started getting.

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