Thursday Morning: Marty and Angela's Apartment
Marty was doing a post-nap snuggle/bonding time with Abby. He had already decided that she was the most beautiful baby in the world and was quite possibly the smartest as well.
"That's right. That is my finger. Feel free to squeeze it as hard as you like," Marty said quietly. "I don't mind one bit."
Yes, he knew he was drawn into the baby trap of cuteness and whatnot. He did not care.
Behind Marty, a short red-head fell from a spot near the ceiling and crashed into the floor. "This stopped being funny five stops ago." She grumbled after hitting the floor and nearly getting brained by her flying bag.
A frazzled-looking Angela came out of the bedroom, where she had been trying to nap. "Hi, Alanna. Is Abby all right?" she asked, going over to the baby. Then she registered the redhead. "Alanna?"
And then she was just going to blink a lot.
Alanna waved from the floor as her sword clattered to the ground near her. "Hey Angela. Marty." She raised her voice a little on the second. She didn't get up until all her things had arrived. You'd think she was getting used to this or something.
"Um."
Marty shifted Abby a little to a more comfortable position as he thought of something to say.
"Just dropping by for a visit?" he asked.
"Yes? Something like that?" Alanna tried. "How have you been?"
Marty pointed at Abby. "We had a kid and... Okay. I think you better explain the whole falling from the ceiling thing. Last we heard you were back in Tortall and there was... trouble."
Alanna brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's pretty good summary. I took off for a bit. Was trying for Fandom, but I keep missing and falling out of ceilings, porches, and one random pit. So....Abby?"
Marty looked over at his daughter and then gave Alanna a doofy grin. "This is her. She's tiny. Where else have you been or do I want to know?"
Alanna tilted her head a little. "The Hyperion, the hole other wise known as Sunnydale, random coffee shop, London, and....well, I'm still not sure what that was. There was a skateboard. Your daughter is adorable." She cooed. From a distance. A long distance.
"She just got out of the hospital a few days ago," Angela said proudly, reaching to touch the baby's head. "She came a little early."
She blinked some more at Alanna. "So, uh ... did you want anything to eat?" She'd learned in Fandom that free food was key, even in times of extreme weird. Perhaps especially in times of extreme weird.
"Um..." Alanna shifted uncomfortably. "Sure? Thanks? Sorry for dropping in so unexpectedly."
"Not a problem," Marty said automatically. "You're actually our first visitor so... Right. Any reason you were heading back to Fandom?"
Alanna gave the half shrug she was getting very, very comfortable with. "Just wanted to get away?"
Angela bustled back in with a plate of cheese and crackers and some drinks. "This is ... away," she said, dubious. "You can sleep on our couch as long as you want, if Abby will let you sleep at all."
"Which isn't much," Marty agreed as he gazed at Abby with a small grin. "Luckily there is still a thing called coffee."
"Ah coffee...almost as important as oxygen and water." Alanna said, giving Abby a little wave of her fingers. Still keeping her distance. "Thanks for letting me crash." She paused. "Literally and figuratively. How's school been?" She asked the room in general, suddenly not remembering what Marty was up to.
"You can crash anytime, literally or figuratively," Angela said, hoping this wouldn't mean damage to the ceiling. "And I'm only taking two classes this semester. It's still hard with the baby, but ... it's way better than dropping out. And ... I'm sorry about, you know. Faithful. And your brother."
Alanna was thinking the exact same thing about the ceiling. She gave a curt nod to acknowledge Faithful and Thom. "Which classes?"
"Art history and modern French literature," Angela answered automatically. "Least practical things on Earth, seriously. But interesting."
Alanna ran through Earth geography in her head quickly and made an actually correct guess. "It sounds interesting. What er, degree are you working towards?"
"Creative writing," Angela said. "Or that was the idea, I ..." she shrugged. "It's really weird to make small talk with someone who just fell from your ceiling. No offense."
As if on cue, the baby started to squall.
"She's probably hungry," Marty stated looking at Angela and holding her up. "Thought I'm amazed she wasn't freaked out by your entrance."
"So sorry about that." Alanna told the floor, totally not inching away from the small baby. "Small children don't freak out by weird things?"
"She's too little," Angela said, taking the baby and rocking her back and forth. "She doesn't know people don't fall from the sky every day and oh my goodness, I'll be back in a second." She took the baby off to a bedroom.
"Of course if weird Fandom events keep happening around here... Well, she'll have an eventful childhood," Marty mused. "How are things going with Charlie?"
"That she will." Alanna said with a huge nod. "What are the weird Fandom things that already happened? And uh, good?"
"Well, all my pants turned into Bermuda shorts and there was a the whole... gender swapping thing," Marty said with a little twitch.
"Oh yeah, I heard about that." Alanna said sympathetically. "I'm so glad that didn't hit me."
"Trust me," Marty grumbled. "You have no idea."
Alanna gave him a long look. "Do I even want to know what happened?"
Marty gave her a Look. "Guess when Abby's birthday was."
Alanna paused. Alanna considered this. Alanna burst out laughing for the first time in quite a long time.
[Preplayed with chasingangela and threeweapons. NFI but OOC is always rewarded. Mostly with good karma.]
"That's right. That is my finger. Feel free to squeeze it as hard as you like," Marty said quietly. "I don't mind one bit."
Yes, he knew he was drawn into the baby trap of cuteness and whatnot. He did not care.
Behind Marty, a short red-head fell from a spot near the ceiling and crashed into the floor. "This stopped being funny five stops ago." She grumbled after hitting the floor and nearly getting brained by her flying bag.
A frazzled-looking Angela came out of the bedroom, where she had been trying to nap. "Hi, Alanna. Is Abby all right?" she asked, going over to the baby. Then she registered the redhead. "Alanna?"
And then she was just going to blink a lot.
Alanna waved from the floor as her sword clattered to the ground near her. "Hey Angela. Marty." She raised her voice a little on the second. She didn't get up until all her things had arrived. You'd think she was getting used to this or something.
"Um."
Marty shifted Abby a little to a more comfortable position as he thought of something to say.
"Just dropping by for a visit?" he asked.
"Yes? Something like that?" Alanna tried. "How have you been?"
Marty pointed at Abby. "We had a kid and... Okay. I think you better explain the whole falling from the ceiling thing. Last we heard you were back in Tortall and there was... trouble."
Alanna brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's pretty good summary. I took off for a bit. Was trying for Fandom, but I keep missing and falling out of ceilings, porches, and one random pit. So....Abby?"
Marty looked over at his daughter and then gave Alanna a doofy grin. "This is her. She's tiny. Where else have you been or do I want to know?"
Alanna tilted her head a little. "The Hyperion, the hole other wise known as Sunnydale, random coffee shop, London, and....well, I'm still not sure what that was. There was a skateboard. Your daughter is adorable." She cooed. From a distance. A long distance.
"She just got out of the hospital a few days ago," Angela said proudly, reaching to touch the baby's head. "She came a little early."
She blinked some more at Alanna. "So, uh ... did you want anything to eat?" She'd learned in Fandom that free food was key, even in times of extreme weird. Perhaps especially in times of extreme weird.
"Um..." Alanna shifted uncomfortably. "Sure? Thanks? Sorry for dropping in so unexpectedly."
"Not a problem," Marty said automatically. "You're actually our first visitor so... Right. Any reason you were heading back to Fandom?"
Alanna gave the half shrug she was getting very, very comfortable with. "Just wanted to get away?"
Angela bustled back in with a plate of cheese and crackers and some drinks. "This is ... away," she said, dubious. "You can sleep on our couch as long as you want, if Abby will let you sleep at all."
"Which isn't much," Marty agreed as he gazed at Abby with a small grin. "Luckily there is still a thing called coffee."
"Ah coffee...almost as important as oxygen and water." Alanna said, giving Abby a little wave of her fingers. Still keeping her distance. "Thanks for letting me crash." She paused. "Literally and figuratively. How's school been?" She asked the room in general, suddenly not remembering what Marty was up to.
"You can crash anytime, literally or figuratively," Angela said, hoping this wouldn't mean damage to the ceiling. "And I'm only taking two classes this semester. It's still hard with the baby, but ... it's way better than dropping out. And ... I'm sorry about, you know. Faithful. And your brother."
Alanna was thinking the exact same thing about the ceiling. She gave a curt nod to acknowledge Faithful and Thom. "Which classes?"
"Art history and modern French literature," Angela answered automatically. "Least practical things on Earth, seriously. But interesting."
Alanna ran through Earth geography in her head quickly and made an actually correct guess. "It sounds interesting. What er, degree are you working towards?"
"Creative writing," Angela said. "Or that was the idea, I ..." she shrugged. "It's really weird to make small talk with someone who just fell from your ceiling. No offense."
As if on cue, the baby started to squall.
"She's probably hungry," Marty stated looking at Angela and holding her up. "Thought I'm amazed she wasn't freaked out by your entrance."
"So sorry about that." Alanna told the floor, totally not inching away from the small baby. "Small children don't freak out by weird things?"
"She's too little," Angela said, taking the baby and rocking her back and forth. "She doesn't know people don't fall from the sky every day and oh my goodness, I'll be back in a second." She took the baby off to a bedroom.
"Of course if weird Fandom events keep happening around here... Well, she'll have an eventful childhood," Marty mused. "How are things going with Charlie?"
"That she will." Alanna said with a huge nod. "What are the weird Fandom things that already happened? And uh, good?"
"Well, all my pants turned into Bermuda shorts and there was a the whole... gender swapping thing," Marty said with a little twitch.
"Oh yeah, I heard about that." Alanna said sympathetically. "I'm so glad that didn't hit me."
"Trust me," Marty grumbled. "You have no idea."
Alanna gave him a long look. "Do I even want to know what happened?"
Marty gave her a Look. "Guess when Abby's birthday was."
Alanna paused. Alanna considered this. Alanna burst out laughing for the first time in quite a long time.
[Preplayed with chasingangela and threeweapons. NFI but OOC is always rewarded. Mostly with good karma.]