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[weemackenzie]

*A giggling red-headed boy races in the main room, narrowly missing various chairs and tables, and then stops, looking around curiously. His hair is cut in a buzz, which reveals a birthmark above his left ear -- and he's dressed a bit old-fashionedly, like a child of the late 1700s*

....Mama? Rabbie?

Typist: Jemmy MacKenzie, otherwise known

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[jugbutt]

*that's a gasp -- that's certainly not the child she last saw* ...Jemmy? Jemmy, come here! Where on earth have you been?

[weemackenzie]

Mama! *runs over and clings happily* I was playin' wif Germain. *nodnod*

[jugbutt]

*picks him up* Tell me next time, okay, sweetie? *and, yes, she's checking him over, and she'll stare at that birthmark* ...what's that?

[weemackenzie]

*eee, happysnuggling* Okay, mama. *and oddlooks her* What's what?

[lil_live_wire]

Led by the radar all small children seem to have for finding others of their age, Francine almost runs straight into Jem. "Oops!" She giggles, then beams at the boy. "Hi! I'm Francine!"

[weemackenzie]

*and he beams right back* Hi! I'm Jemmy. *^___^*

[lil_live_wire]

"Where're you from? I'm from Wyoming!"

[lil_live_wire]

*that of course being from Francine, and why her mun should just comment from her email*

[o_z_diggs]

He goes over to the boy and kneels so he can look him in the face. "Why, hello there little man. Are you lost?"

[weemackenzie]

*and he blinks and stares curiously at Oz for a few seconds, before shaking his head*

[o_z_diggs]

"That's good." He smiles.

[weemackenzie]

Meanwhile, Jem is looking for someone -- or something to hide behind. He finds a chair, and ducks behind it, managing, "I found my mama."

[mac_dubh]

*...is more relieved than he looks to see him, and will crouch to grin at him* There ye are, ye wee terror.

[weemackenzie]

*beams and clings* H'lo, Grandda!

[mac_dubh]

*hugs, still grinning* And where have ye been, hmm?

[weemackenzie]

*grins right back* I was playin' with Rabbie! *^_____^*