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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[i_flynomore]

Lynette is wearing a mechanic's uniform and has car grease on her face. She is the illegal immigrant down the street who works at the auto body shop and gets paid basically nothing. :D

Childermass is currently letting her sleep on his couch in exchange for her fix-it skills around the house: he's also not turning her into the government, which is nice. Upon catching sight of him, she waves. "Senor!"

[abitofboth]

He looks confused a moment, then remembers. How strange to have forgotten for a moment.

"Lynette. I was just taking a walk." He could be anyone, in his jeans and leather jacket, and for all intents and purposes he is, a freelance consultant on all sorts of business matters. "What are you up to?"

[i_flynomore]

"Working on the Car," she says, with a bashful but ecstatic grin. The Car is something she salvaged from someone's hideous accident, and has been putting back together into a semblance of awesome over the last four months.

[abitofboth]

He laughs a bit. "Someday, you will finish that car, and then what will you do with yourself, hm?"

[ginevragodwin]

Ginevra first notices that her sherry has turned into a pomegranate martini - mid-sip, and she spits it out in shear surprise before she realizes that it's rather an utterly divine drink.

In quick succession she realizes that her gown has turned into a short classy cocktail dress, her laced boots into stiletto peep-toe heels, and her corset into - oh wait, its gone! and rather something of a different discomfort is hoisting up her breasts. She looks at the mirror in horror - this is bare, even for her standards of dressing.

[all_that_grace]

"Hey, hey, are you okay?"

[ginevragodwin]

"I'm just - er -" Semi-nude...

Seeing his attire, "Ah, typical. The men hardly look any different and the women are wearing less than whores." She looks him up and down. "Well I don't suppose you're behind this," and takes a measured sip of her martini.

[all_that_grace]

He blinks in confusion, and offers a winning smile. "Who, me?"

[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?"

[daintyswell]

The Kitty Butler of 2008 is a rising star, her hair cut pixie-short, who always remembers to wear lipstick and heels since the coming-of-age film that made her fame and sent rumours flying about her sexuality due to the scene where the two girls kissed with an exploratory sweetness which is difficult to manufacture.

She's reviewing a script and frowning faintly. The relationship between the protagonist and her best friend is, she thinks, a little too close for comfort.

[dukes_daughter]

Rosalind, on the other hand, is unashamedly tomboyish from top to toe, from her own pixie curls to a pair of more than slightly battered black Converse. Seeing Kitty, she stops short with a, "Woah. Aren't you--?"

[daintyswell]

"I'm afraid so," Kitty says, with a small, self-deprecating smile, but her pleasure at being recognized is unmistakable.

[dukes_daughter]

"Oh, wow." She laughs quickly, self-consciously. "Sorry. I'll try and act like a normal person. I've just never met anyone famous before. Or at least, nobody that anybody'd care about. I mean-- sorry. The goal was not crazy, wasn't it."

[_ladydisdain_]

This Beatrice is a college student, dragged into joining a sorority on the basis of family tradition. She spends her time making fun of the football players who are always turning up at parties. She is very possibly the only girl there who doesn't own a pair of Ugg boots or wear leggings as a substitute for pants.

Presently, she is sitting crosslegged by the fireplace, typing away on her laptop. She has a psychology paper due in a few days, and is having entirely too much fun picking apart everything the professor has said in the last few weeks.

[jarndyceheir]

Have another college-studentized pup. One who is being a touch less productive, wandering through with some coffee in one hand, and a book tucked under his arm. He peers over. "What's it on?"

[notallworthy]

And because we want collegeRichard but don't know how else to get him, there is a college-drop-out-but-still-hanging-around-with nothing-better-to-doTom wandering around somewhere. Just so collegeRichard knows.

[jarndyceheir]

College Richard will oblige with a new thread further down!