MiB File C02

[most_feared]

Who: "Slim" (Wee K)
What: Free-roaming MiB child.
Where: Random corridor
When: After the flood announcement
Warnings & Notes: Please don't eat the wee one. Reply as spam or log.

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[tadwizard]

Tony walked down the hall, clearly afraid, wondering where he was and what they were going to do to him. He didn't know who 'they' were, but he figured they were probably bad people if they were kidnapping kids. Then he saw another kid and hurried over to him.

"Hey, where are we?"

[most_feared]

He stopped and turned to the other boy, not really scared, but definitely tense. "They got you too?" He asked in a southern/midwestern accent.

"I haven't figured it out yet. I think they might want a ransom. Are your parents anybody important?"

[tadwizard]

"No. And we're broke, they won't pay no ransom," he answered in a Canadian accent. "Maybe Dad owes someone money and they kidnapped me to...to make him pay?"

[most_feared]

"That's pretty odd. My Pops doesn't have any money, either." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe. Maybe they're doin' experiments or something. Gee willikers I it's nothin' that bad."

Forgive him. It's the time period. "Have you seen anything suspicious yet? Besides... everything, I guess." Hmm.

[rass_bestie]

"Hey." K was probably not so keen on the shadow some distance away, but Peylix was about his age and picking up on his anxiousness. His language was sounding like English, more due to his projection of his meaning than mastery of the language. "We're in something of a mess."

[most_feared]

Little Slim hadn't been trained on intrusive psychic phenomena yet, so he didn't realize it was being translated. He raised his brows at Peylix, wondering what country he was from. He wasn't dressed like most of the British he'd seen on television.

"Yeah, we are." He went over to Peylix, giving him a curious look. "Do you know where this is?"

[rass_bestie]

"It's a ship, but I don't know where, I'm sorry. Where are you from?"

[most_feared]

"The United States." Because, if he was going to be a representative of his country, he'd best claim the whole thing. Not just a state or two.

[most_feared]

The problem with being called Slim was that it wasn't one of those "opposite" nicknames. He was a gangly thing, and when the older Howie ran into him Slim dropped right onto his hind end with a huff.

But he didn't cry or whine, just looked confused for a moment and got right back up. "S'alright." He stood up and dusted himself off. "Are you stuck here too? I don't have a gosh darn clue where this place is."

...One day, those swears would grow up with him. But right then Howie was stuck with a gangly kid with the same American accent that was always imitated on British television. A southern/midwestern sort of sound.

[most_feared]

"I know some ranchers. So I guess they're cowboys." He'd never given it much thought. He gave Howie's hand a firm American shake because... well, he had to represent his country now and even in a fudged up situation his Pops would expect him to do his best.

"My friends call me Slim." He had remembered his mother reading the Narnia books to him, so he recognized the reference. "I saw space outside. Better than you see out of a telescope. Did you see space? Because if they kidnapped us, they did it good." Of course jumping to the conclusion that he'd been kidnapped.

[fuckyoucynthia]

The barge was full of kids. So many that it was ridiculous, and more than a little worrisome. These kids needed looking after, checking on, and hell if Cooper trusted most of the inmates here to do that. But just being a dad didn't mean he could look out for ten, twenty, thirty kids. There was a reason he and Michelle had stopped at two.

On top of that, they were all wardens, and he couldn't find Kay - which meant Kay was a kid. He had no idea what the fuck Kay looked like as a kid, or if he was the type to run around and get in trouble. Hell, maybe he was a little like Jake; maybe the trouble found him.

Cooper hated that he was worried.

He'd been combing the barge, looking for a kid that was, hopefully, familiar, or something, and making sure anyone he came across wasn't making messes they couldn't find their way out of. He almost missed 'Slim' as he walked down the hall.

"You lost, kiddo?"

[most_feared]

He flinched back at first, surprised at the older man walking by. And he didn't look too foreign to his time period, which was helpful. He thought about just shaking his head, and saying no. Nope, not lost. He knew exactly where he was.

Instead, Cooper got a pair of wide brown eyes staring up at him from a dazed, rambly ten-year old.

"I'm in space, and I found aliens, and I saw a computer that was only as big as a book, and I don't think I can call home. And apparently there is a russian man and he's got a little blonde girl working for him. So I think I am lost." His face turned as serious as possible. "Today has been a very odd day."

[fuckyoucynthia]

Russian man and a little blond girl. That was getting stowed away. Cooper chuckled, and crouched down; he could be intimidating, that he knew from experience. Hell, sometimes his own kids...but he'd rather focus on the issue at hand. One knee on the floor, Cooper rested his hands on his leg.

"Yeah? You know, I think I had the same reaction when I came here. Odd doesn't even start to cover it." He paused, and added, "But you will be safe. No one's going to let you get hurt. What's your name? I'm Will."

[most_feared]

"I'm Slim." He tucked his hands behind his back, trying to look as responsible as possible.

"We're going to go home, right? Because if my Pop finds me gone he'd be real upset." Especially since his mom wasn't there to make it better.

[timesbureaucrat]

There was a psychic thread curling out of his mind, and no matter how much Narvin tried to pull it back in, call it too heel, it refused to come. He didn't like having a piece of his mind hanging exposed, leading to who-knows-where, while he was surrounded by potentially hostile aliens, but there was nothing he could do. His grades in telepathy were mediocre and the thread was stuck fast. Maybe if he found the other end...

[most_feared]

Meanwhile a certain little human boy wanted to find out who was scared. Because he knew someone was scared, he just didn't know how that he knew. And eventually he was roaming the ship with purpose in search of them, pretty sure he was giving it a near miss a couple of times.

He saw another strangely dressed child at the far end of a corridor, and it seemed... stronger, somehow. "Hello?"

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin turned to look at the person addressing him. It was an alien. He could tell. The clothes, the smell, the psychic fields...all wrong. An alien was trying to make contact with him.

He drew himself up and straightened his scarlet and vermilion robes. The most important thing was to not let them see that you're afraid.

"I can melt your brain."

At best he could probably give someone a headache, and even then only if he was touching them. But the second most important thing was to never let them think that you're weak.

[most_feared]

He looked... confused by that, to say the least. He crinkled up his brow and tugged at the end of his pullover as he watched Narvin. "Why would you want to?"

But then he looked a little like he was listening. Very, very intently. His gaze drew back up to Narvin, very pensive for his young age. "You're the one who's scared. Don't be afraid."

Not that telling someone not to be scared usually worked. "I don't know how I can tell, but I can. But I'm not really scared of you, because you're probably just lost too. And you look like a 'Gallifreyan'." He saw one of those earlier. They were dressed strangely and spoke in itchy head talk too.