When the daddies are away, the Crickets will play (rp w/ bet_on_bolton)

[imnotamerica]

Jerri wasn't the type to stay at home all alone with her ferrets and count cracks in the ceiling. While Duffy and Jack were in Edinburgh, she fully intended to use her time wisely. This meant tidying up the House of Tiny (which took approximately three and a half minutes), chasing Thing One and Thing Two around the newly clean House of Tiny with

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[bet_on_bolton]

Troy's slowly getting the hang of this traveling thingy. He's packed an ready in no time, considering he's only got a rucksack full of over-night gear that could last him anything from a day to a week or two, because y'know, he never can quite tell what's going to happen when going overseas by way of a fireplace. So yes, ready very quickly, and yet easily distracted to the extent of making phone calls that last fooooorever.

Oh, yah, and getting to a fireplace took some time too, because not so many people in California have those.

It's with some very good timing that he chooses to arrive somewhere in the middle of a Spice Girls song- that fact he actually knows the lyrics worries him- But yes, he's not so bothered about the song right now, considering he's distracted with a not so graceful stumble out of the House of Tiny's fireplace, while coughing and hacking and feeling all disorientated for a second there. But he's managing a wave! Or it might just be flailing.

He shall never get the hang of this magic travel thingy.

[imnotamerica]

First thing when Duffy gets back - Jerri's gonna ask if they can install some sort of alert thing on that there fireplace. Cause one second she's hopping around, getting her mid-90's British girl band freak on -

- and the next there's a flailing, sputtering Troy exploding out of the fireplace. It's entirely natural that Jerri would squeal like a little girl and smack at him with the broom.

Fortunately her aim is off and she hits the lamp instead.

[bet_on_bolton]

Whether he'll admit to it for not, there's a mild squeal from Troy too, because he just got here and everything and there's already household objects being swung at him. Bad aim or not, he's taking the wise decision of quickly stepping away and lifting his hands in defense with a mostly joking statement of, "Not the face!"

And now that he's finally managing to breathe in something that's not soot or magic fairy dust or whatever the hell that stuff is, the teen's attempting to recover from his not so amazing entrance by dusting himself off and clearing his throat. "If that's the way you treat visitors, then I should go." :(

[imnotamerica]

Admittedly, Jerri's rather embarrassed too. 'Hey, come on over, across the ocean via fireplace - oh yeah, if I give you a concussion when you get here, that's okay, right?' - not the most polite way to have guests.

Besides, the soot/floo powder all over the place has entirely undone all her hard work. D:

Sighing and setting the broom against the wall, Jerri offered a lame half-smile and said, "That's how we do it here in Kiltland, dude."