99 Luftballons

[weedyshyguy]

Characters: weedyshyguy and YOU.
Setting/Location: The halls of my miiiind The hallway outside his room (N-103)
Date & Time: Day 24, morning
Warnings: Immature humor? Sexual references? Condoms?
Summary: Decorating~

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[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra's old habit of wandering was back. Some things never changed. Unfortunately, her idle stroll was continually being interrupted by screaming, running, dirty children. Frankly, she didn't know what to make of the whole situation. On the one hand, she was grateful that she was able to retain her dignity and remain of questionably sound mind and body. On the other hand, to return to innocence...that was something. A lot of people blamed their adult behavior on terrible childhood. The fact of the matter was that Cassandra had been blessed with a wonderful childhood.

Her thoughts kept her distracted for awhile before she noticed the hallway, decorated with the unusual...Cassandra didn't even know what they were. They looked like ill-formed cow udders or water skins...only lighter and...well, she didn't know what to make of them. She paused to watch the boy hanging them, fascinated by the way they bobbed in the air under the slightest touch.

"What do you call that?" she asked after a moment.

[weedyshyguy]

Bret jammed the pin in once more, taking a step back to survey his work, then turning to look at the woman who had just spoken like he'd only just realized she'd appeared. "It's supposed to look like a shield," he answered, looking back at the wall. He drew an outline in the air with his finger, settling on the sword. "That's a sword."

He looked back at her again, questioning. "Do you like it?"

[cassie_of_troy]

Well, there was no mistaking that accent. It was oddly appropriate, though. Bret becoming a small child. In a way, he had always been like one. It was that innocence of his, something that Cassandra always admired about him, something that set him apart from Paris, despite the fact that they looked so similar.

She nodded slightly, tilting her head this way and that until, at last, she could see the faint impression of a shield. "Yes," she told him. Cassandra had never been terribly good with children, but she decided she didn't have to significantly change her attitude toward Bret. She hoped the spell, or whatever it was, would be undone soon, but in the meanwhile, she supposed, she could deal with this.

"But a sword and shield won't do you much good without a helmet," she continued in all seriousness. "What happens if someone is standing up on a cliffside, shooting arrows down at your army?"

[weedyshyguy]

Bret hadn't thought that far ahead. Although, really, balloons weren't much of a defense anyway. He looked down at his last one, wondering if it would be wise to wrap it over his head. He decided against it and, instead, shrugged.

This lady was strangely knowledgeable. He looked at her, squinting. "Why do you know about armies? Are you in ANZAC?" She didn't look like a lady soldier. She looked pretty, though.

[thebooksaysso]

Anathema had been on her way to try and find her room again. For the third time that morning she ended up getting herself completely turned around instead, been on the verge of crying twice, and had to resist the urge to get on the little computer again and ask for help. Because she was a big girl, for goodness sake, and she could find her way around the caravan like one.

Or, at least, she would have. But when she turned another corner, the things that were hanging off the walls distracted her. They were a little odd, and they were colored funny, but they looked almost like....

"Hey, the balloons!" Her voice was softer, the British accent much thicker than when they talked over the Junogam. It was also amused as anything as she looked around the hall. "You really put them up!"

[weedyshyguy]

Bret spun around, surprised by the sudden voice (and a little spooked by how it was whispering). "Oh! Yes, I did." Was this the girl he talked to on the calculator thingy? The girl who was a girl? He thought she sounded familiar, anyway.

He clasped his hands behind his back, unsure of what to do now. Girls tended to either hate him and do mean things or like him a lot so that boys did mean things instead. Or something. He didn't claim to understand it completely, anyway.

"Do you like them?" That seemed safe enough.

[thebooksaysso]

"I do!" And if the little girl at all noticed just how fidgety the boy was acting, she didn't show it. Which was probably for the best, lest she end up making it worse. She did wander on over toward him, though, curiously looking up at the....huh, what was that one supposed to be, exactly? "'s too bad you don't have more colors though. These don't make the place look all different, not really."

[weedyshyguy]

"Oh." Pause. "You're right." Bret looked up at the balloons, brow furrowed in thought. He'd been thinking similarly, actually, but he'd decided on form over color in the end.

And now he was just stuck on color again. "I wonder if we could find paint. Or pens." He looked back at the girl, his concentration on his project calming his nerves slightly. "Do you wanna help?"