Ickle Meatships!

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Hopefully no one sues me for semi-stealing the SLEEP meme format but!



ICKLE!

Think about or think back on the childhood days/younger days of your character (or your character now if they already are kids). There's a huge playroom with a mountain of toys....

Have fun, Kids! And no fightings!

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[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

What's this? Why yes, there's a little Kaylee here, with spaceship-legos and the little booklets that show how to build cars and spaceships spread out all around her. She's not following any particular model, more taking the finer points of each and putting them together into one snazzy working model.

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, nice," says tiny Lyle. He's actually not so tiny--he's one of those kids who grew all the way UP before growing out.

"I haven't seen any spaceships like these before." And he's kneeling down with her, putting things together, trying to make an absurdly fast one.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Oh, good, someone to play with!! Kaylee grins waaaay up--he's ta-all--and pushes some legos closer to him.

"The designs they got are no good if you just use that one..." She holds up her half-finished model. "But if you take the thrusters from that one, and the engine pieces from that one, it'll all work loads better."

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, theirs are pretty boring."

Hold on while he sees how many thrusters he can stick on a single craft. It's some sort of octopus-ship.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

She doesn't really know what the ship he's making is supposed to look like, but she leans in closer to get a better look at it. Eventually, Kaylee just shakes her head. "If you got all the power goin' there you're gonna need somethin' bigger to run it."

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

He grins. "So I'll invent a better engine."

One that explodes!

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

A better engine? She likes that idea. "What're you gonna call it? Might be able to pull it off with a compression block, if you could get 'nough power through it."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"Is that a shuttle class with ablative plating?" Comes a voice from a respectful distance away belonging to little Lafiel (http://i49.tinypic.com/5dvwd1.png). She's very interested but also polite enough to not invade others' personal space.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Kaylee shakes her head, a moves so the other girl has decent access the legos as well. "I haven't figured out how to make it yet, but it's real tough, so it'll take more'n some bullets to pierce these!"

[bonnypiperlad]

Little Jamie wanders over to peer at the spaceship legos with interest. He's still wearing his kilt, although it looks it could do with a wash. Come to think about it, so could Jamie. He looks like he's just gotten back from having a grand old time in a mudpuddle.

"What's that?"

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Mudpuddles are fine, well, and good, but they don't smell as good as the grease in her daddy's shop. Still, Kaylee doesn't seem to mind the mud covering the approaching boy at all.

"It's a ship!" she replies simply. It's an obvious answer, after all. "Gonna be the best ship in the whooole 'verse!"

[bonnypiperlad]

"That's not a ship," Jamie says, sounding rather skeptical about the whole thing. "There's no sails, or oars or anything like that."

There's a pause - and then he asks, "What's a 'verse?"

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Of course it's a ship. It's a spaceship!" She looks up at him, confused. "What kinda ship are you talking about??"

Does this kid live one some forgotten Border planet? "A 'verse is everything. Space 'n the planets, and all of it."

[bonnypiperlad]

"Why, a ship ye sail on the ocean, of course!" He looks at Kaylee with an utterly baffled expression on his face as she talks about 'spaceships' and 'planets'.

After a moment, he frowns and asks, "Are ye feeling ill? I could go see if there's some leeches if ye are." Maybe she's running a fever and that's why she's talking nonsense. Being bled should help with that.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Ain't a body sails the ocean anymore." She's more curious than anything. Maybe he just reads too many story books.

Her nose scrunches up at the idea of leeches. "What're leeches s'posed to do? 'M feelin' shiny, 'sides."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura is at the table, drawing. She has upturned a box of crayons and markers, and put them in color-range order. There are already several sketches in a haphazard pile beside her, ranging from the solar system, sky, stars and moon, to people she knew or people that she will know. She is currently in her precogging, sketching a flight craft of some kind.

[not_the_philistine]

There's no fighting yet, but if any of these other kids so much as looks at his pillow fort wrong -

- but something's wrong. Goliath has a fort, but he's in it all alone with nobody to keep safe in it. This won't do. He scans the room, looking for friends and allies to let in.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Not too far off from Fort Pillow, there's a little Renne. He's quietly trying to salvage what used to be a plushie made to look like an eighteenth century British-Navy man. It's now a shambles of cloth and fluff but he's still trying, feverishly trying, to figure out how to put it back together.
And don't tell him but tears stream like mad down his face::

[not_the_philistine]

This! This is another scenario that Will Not Do. Goliath has no rookery brothers and sisters to organize into a scouting party, and so after a brief debate about leaving the fort unguarded . . . he strikes out on his own, determined to return quickly and prepared to roust whatever miscreants try to take over his fort while he's off gathering friends.

"Friend, you are crying. Who has made you cry?"

And by extension, caused him to have to leave his fort unguarded? Oh, the young gargoyle is mad at somebody, he just doesn't know who yet.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::That...first earns a twitch of the big ears and a bit of a cyan blush. Trying not to whimper and trying to put on a brave face, the oddity chirrups and holds the remains of his plushie.
To him, the destroying of the plushie is the destroying of someone::

Eeee...'Chee.

[not_the_philistine]

The young gargoyle, like the rest of his rookery brothers and sisters, does not put much stock in made things. The life of a gargoyle is one of survival and war, fighting to defend territory and clan and hunting grounds on which to feed, and toys are fragile things in a life such as theirs - but Renne is not a gargoyle, and Renne's toy is important to him, special, a thing to be protected and treasured, and somebody has destroyed it and that is not right.

The young gargoyle - even at this age, he couldn't be called 'little -' inhales and puffs out his chest with indignation. "Who did this? Show me."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee...

::'Show'. Chirping sadly, the oddity's big eyes only blink, then stay closed. However, from his memory, he allows out what he does know. The sound of the voice. It's not exactly a pleasant voice and the Renne has no idea what could be planned. All he knows is, 'Chee isn't in one piece.::

'Chee. Ahn'Chee.

[not_the_philistine]

Oh. Yes. And the young gargoyle wonders - how to find someone who has committed a wrong, when it cannot be known what they look like?

He has learned about this, a little bit, from the elders - solving the problem of who committed a crime when nobody saw them, either because their backs were turned or the crime was committed in secret. Scent is a good marker, if one knows the scene of the crime. He bends down to sniff the evidence - strong odor of Renne, and something else, something dry and dusty and a little like cinnamon and somehow, at the edge, unpleasant.

"Come. I smell them." He picks the Renne up, fragments of doll and all, and scents the air, following the trail with his friend tucked under-arm.

[notthatharry.livejournal.com]

Tiny seven year old Harry Dresden is huddled in one corner, reading a heavily creased spider man comic and trying to avoid drawing notice.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was already making a beeline toward the musical instruments to have fun playing with. Though the toy bow and arrow looked like fun too.