bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com ([identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2010-02-14 02:22 pm

Ickle Meatships!

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!

[identity profile] befriendingtime.livejournal.com 2010-02-15 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Nanoha is small. Very small - nine years old, in fact. She's kind of looking around at all the other kids, not really used to so many unfamiliar faces ... but why just stand and stare? They should make some friends!

"Hi! Are you playing with that?"

Yes, she's talking to you.

[identity profile] quark-assassin.livejournal.com 2010-02-15 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Nanoha has stumbled upon Dustin’s metropolis fortress in the corner of the room. Judging from the various items that he has horded back there, his answer to her question should be obvious.

…But she wasn’t going away. So the little boy, probably no more than seven or eight years old, turns to face her with an emotionless glare behind giant chemical goggles that nearly cover his entire face. Or rather, what’s left that isn’t shrouded by his massive mop of dark brown hair.

“Yes. Now go away,” Dustin pouts ill-temperedly.

[identity profile] befriendingtime.livejournal.com 2010-02-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
This is quite the achievement that Dustin has put together - throwing her off only a bit more than his attitude - and Nanoha blinks as he tries to shoo her away. "Hey, you shouldn't say things like that! This is really neat what you're making - you should show it off to people!"

[identity profile] quark-assassin.livejournal.com 2010-02-15 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Dustin stops glaring at her, partially because he’s making sure that his chemistry kit doesn’t burn and partially because he got a complement. Doesn’t stop him from being sour, of course.

“It’s a 1/62920 scale model of the Detroit skyline,” he explains absently, “And people can look at it from the outside.”

Dustin gives Nanoha, who is standing just within his makeshift work area, another pointed frown.