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[wardennolonger]

WHO: Anders and various kiddies (Richie, Ariadne, Raistlin, perhaps more!)
WHAT: Anders tries to curb the "chaos" of the flood by playing nanny
WHERE: Various
WARNINGS: TBA, though probably none!

[OOC: So I'm going to set up various threads that people can reply to here :) Have at him, little ones!]

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Late Afternoon

[wardennolonger]

[The library had to be quiet, right? Even children understood that!]

Late Afternoon

[notafuckingnut]

[Richie certainly does! ...For now, at least; he's camped out in an unobtrusive corner (literally; he's abandoned the comfort of the squishy chairs for using them as cover to hide his position in the corner somewhat) with a stack of comics he found in the room he woke up in, methodically making his way through them even though they're further along in the storylines than he remembers. Like...a lot further along. Some of the titles he doesn't even recognize at all.]

[wardennolonger]

[And here is another one. At least this one knows how to be quiet... and look, comic books! Those are more brightly colored than the boring tomes Anders can recall]

Enjoying the peace and quiet? [Friendly Anders is friendly]

[notafuckingnut]

[He glances up, blankly at first, half expecting one of the kids from school or something, or Seth, but it isn't. A moment's hesitation and the lightbulb clicks; it's the guy from the phone thing. He offers a tight smile in greeting.]

Yeah, I guess. [A pause, and then, quickly:] I found these. I didn't steal 'em or anything.

[He's got a slight lisp; the bit does that, and for once he actually put it in himself without having to be reminded.]

[wardennolonger]

[Anders answered only with a chuckle; he didn't worry too much about from where the comics came; with half the barge as children he was sure a few things would get stolen regardless of how much anyone bothered to fuss]

Where is that god awful sweater? I hope you disposed of it in the most horrific way possible?

[notafuckingnut]

I tried, it...melted. I think it's possessed. Anything that looks like that has to be.

[He's only half-serious, but it's hard to tell.]