Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon
The baby cried.
James had tried everything he could think of to make the false child stop crying, tricks he had seen the nurses use on the royal twins Borric and Erland, tricks Mockers used to quiet their own children, and tips he had overheard from others on the island.
He was attempting a final method: ignoring the problem. The droid baby was perched in the far corner of one of the Common Room couches, encased by pillows, in the hopes that whatever powered the fey-made thing would tire whilst James made a well-needed lunch.
[Open like a Common Room!]
James had tried everything he could think of to make the false child stop crying, tricks he had seen the nurses use on the royal twins Borric and Erland, tricks Mockers used to quiet their own children, and tips he had overheard from others on the island.
He was attempting a final method: ignoring the problem. The droid baby was perched in the far corner of one of the Common Room couches, encased by pillows, in the hopes that whatever powered the fey-made thing would tire whilst James made a well-needed lunch.
[Open like a Common Room!]