You know what you need? A crackplot.

[abitofboth]

After several weeks of reading and studying, Childermass is ready to try something. He made a small model of Lynette's spaceship, and took it out to the gardens. There, he attempted to enchant it to send it through time, as well as space

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[illgotten]

Well thanks, Childermass. Way to screw up the travel plans again.

Not that this is precisely what's bothering Madison Morgan, who's eighteen in May, and who in the meantime has to get his homework done in between dragging his brothers out of trouble again.

[sirbeaumains]

Well, maybe he'll run into one of said brothers, who is now equally confused about just when he is. Garrett, being twelve, is, obviously, all grown up. And his brothers are so cool augh.

[illgotten]

"What're you doing?" disinterestedly.

[sirbeaumains]

"Uh. Nothing. What're you doing?"

[illgotten]

"Going home, what's it look like?"

[sirbeaumains]

"Can I come with?"

[illgotten]

"No, you should wander off somewhere, dumbass."

[sirbeaumains]

"Hey! I'm telling Mom you called me that--"

[illgotten]

"Yeah, yeah--" ruffling his hair thoroughly.

[sirbeaumains]

"Heyy!" But eee, attention, of course he loves it. But he offers his best scowl as he tries to flatten his hair back down.

[illgotten]

"Improvement," Madison says.

[sirbeaumains]

He instantly freezes. "Really?"

[illgotten]

"No." Poink.

[sirbeaumains]

"Ow!" He scowls, but doesn't say anything. Because if he complains or fights back, then Mordred will win and make him go away, and surely he's learned by now-- but apparently he hasn't, because he goes in for a kick to the shin, then flees.

[illgotten]

"Ow-- shit! --If you miss dinner it's your own fucking fault, hear me?"

[sirbeaumains]

He skids to a stop a safe distance away. "--what time is it?"