John had nothing against kid shows. They were cute, they were educational, and they kept said kids from crawling all over him like a jungle gym. The thing was, he could only take kids shows in small doses
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With the exception of Mike's daughters, Florence has had little contact with children on the island despite seeing them nearly everywhere. It isn't like Harsh Realm, though, the children don't need her to take care of them when they're so well taken care of already. It's an adjustment to see the children here, happy and healthy and loved when she's so used to seeing them lost and abandoned.
The little girl on the couch is very sweet looking and Florence shifts her gun as she enters the room, making sure the man on the couch understands that her weapon is of no threat.
John wasn't ever really surprised when he saw people still carrying their weapons around with them - hell, he always had his sidearm on, he just didn't like wearing it around Calliope.
It still didn't mean he wasn't wary, and he only relaxed when he took her gesture for what it was.
Florence smiles in response and raises one hand, giving the little girl a small wave. Over her time on the island, she's developed a method for introducing herself and she pulls the small scrap of paper out of her rucksack and hands it to the man on the couch.
My name is Florence. I can't speak.
As she offers it to him, her gaze strays back to the child, her smile growing as she crouches in front of her.
John took the piece of paper with a raised eyebrow. When he read it, both eyebrows went up. "I'm John," he said, handing the paper back to her. "John Sheppard. This is-"
"Cai-ope," Calliope said, cutting in to introduce herself with a smile.
John considered it a small victory that she actually said it in a normal tone and didn't try to deafen a woman who already couldn't talk. "Calliope," he repeated with a nod, and tugged one of her ponytails lightly. "This is Florence."
Returning the paper to her rucksack, Florence smiles in greeting at Calliope, reaching up to stroke her finger along the soft skin of her little hand. It's strange in a pleasant way to see so many children here who are so happy. Watching people suffer in the Realm had never been easy, but knowing children were in pain had always been the most difficult for Florence to handle.
Shifting, she tilts her head up to look at John, a questioning lift to her eyebrows. Is she yours? Already, she knows better than to assume.
John didn't need a piece of paper to interpret that look - he'd gotten it more than enough times. At least it always amused him, and he shook his head. "She's my goddaughter," he explained, "which at this moment pretty much means glorified babysitter."
Florence smiles in a way that possibly expresses more understanding than she should expect to feel. She's only been on the island for a little over a month now, but already she knows where she'll fit in with the twins.
Thinking on that, she decides John looks like the type of man who might be involved with the task force Mike has mentioned and so she fishes out another piece of paper. She has to look through several before she hands one to him, one that says, I know Mike Pinocchio and Thomas Hobbes from before.
John wondered for a moment what it'd be like to have to rely on writing words down just to be understood - probably wouldn't have been accepted into the Air Force, for one, and he abandoned that train of thought quickly enough.
When he read the paper, he lit up a little in recognition and nodded. "Right, I know Mike and Tom. They're on our task force." It still gave him a little thrill to be able to say that, even though he wasn't managing anything at the moment. He could barely even move his leg while sitting down without a bit of pain - not that he would admit it.
Of course they are. That's the implication clear in the affectionate rolling of her eyes as she lets Calliope explore the strap of her rucksack, taking care to keep her gun very separate.
Briefly, she gestures down at herself, letting him know that if he needs anyone else to assist, she's available. She doesn't think she'd enjoy being on a task force, not because she's incapable, but because she's been a rebel all her life. She's never been particularly good with authority. Despite that, she'll always help wherever she can.
The little girl on the couch is very sweet looking and Florence shifts her gun as she enters the room, making sure the man on the couch understands that her weapon is of no threat.
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It still didn't mean he wasn't wary, and he only relaxed when he took her gesture for what it was.
"Ad-gio!" Calliope yelled in greeting.
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My name is Florence. I can't speak.
As she offers it to him, her gaze strays back to the child, her smile growing as she crouches in front of her.
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"Cai-ope," Calliope said, cutting in to introduce herself with a smile.
John considered it a small victory that she actually said it in a normal tone and didn't try to deafen a woman who already couldn't talk. "Calliope," he repeated with a nod, and tugged one of her ponytails lightly. "This is Florence."
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Shifting, she tilts her head up to look at John, a questioning lift to her eyebrows. Is she yours? Already, she knows better than to assume.
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Thinking on that, she decides John looks like the type of man who might be involved with the task force Mike has mentioned and so she fishes out another piece of paper. She has to look through several before she hands one to him, one that says, I know Mike Pinocchio and Thomas Hobbes from before.
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When he read the paper, he lit up a little in recognition and nodded. "Right, I know Mike and Tom. They're on our task force." It still gave him a little thrill to be able to say that, even though he wasn't managing anything at the moment. He could barely even move his leg while sitting down without a bit of pain - not that he would admit it.
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Briefly, she gestures down at herself, letting him know that if he needs anyone else to assist, she's available. She doesn't think she'd enjoy being on a task force, not because she's incapable, but because she's been a rebel all her life. She's never been particularly good with authority. Despite that, she'll always help wherever she can.
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