A priest, a schoolgirl, a ninja, a superhero, a princess and a fairy walked into a...
Midafternoon, Tabula Rasa. The trampoline's draped in black and orange crepe paper with cottony cobwebs strung beneath the legs. Beneath it, a feral cat's yellow-eyed and yowling. It's not a demon. I checked. And my hand's sporting four parallel scratches to prove it.
Here, kitty kitty kitty...
Four lurid plastic Jack-o-lanterns filled with candy grimace at me from the base of the legs every time I say, 'Don't you think you've had enough, Bart?' I think it's the fifteenth time when I finally give up. Tim's still whining about having work to do, but at least we've compromised about training. Jill, Bart, and Dairine can have what they call fun on the trampoline and playground and Tim can feel virtuous and do some exercise.
I'm not looking forward to the fight over patrol. How a five year-old can be withering when he scowls, I'll never know. Especially when Wee!Ninja Tim's dimples are the reason I'm dressed in vestments and suckered into acting the part. All day. With Monet dressed in that...
Dick sets his elbows at the edge of the trampoline and steeples his hands in prayer. Father, forgive me for I have sinned. There is lust in my heart... He glances around for his ninja chaperone and, not seeing him, gives Monet the kind of once over, molasses slow, that only means one thing. He beckons to her with one hand, the other tangled in his rosary. "Confess, my child, and your sins will be...indulged."
He didn't actually promise to be a good priest.
Monet hid a smile behind her hand as she watched the younger kids, well adults really, run about. That Bart kid looks... hyper, even worse than the twins had been when they were that age. She doesn't envy Dick's job of corralling them into order and trying to get them to not kill themselves with enthusiasm and sugar.
Somehow she let herself get persuaded by Dick - he seemed to be quite good at charming her in and out of anything - into wearing the schoolgirl
outfit. Considering the uniforms she'd worn and outfits she'd modeled, it wasn't anything too outrageous. Hands on hips, Monet raised an eyebrow at Dick's beckoning and walked over, hips swaying as she moved. The heels are impractical but at least they're designer.
"Forgive me father, I've been a bad, bad girl." Monet teased as she brushed past him, knowing there was little Dick could do whilst in his role of priest. If Rahne was here she'd have her ass for this but she's not and Monet feels like living a little.
Dairine, now right around six years old and dressed as Princess Leia, complete with small plastic blaster, is pretty much oblivious to the subtext going on around her. Or even the not-so-much-subtext. Having no interest at all in waiting for any Luke Skywalkers, she is crouched on the ground having a Very Important Conversation with Spot, who's been subjected to a paper R2-D2ish hat taped to the top of his case.
Bart was dressed as Impulse, although his goggles were slightly askew after being continually pushed back after falling on his face as he tried unsuccessfully once more to run up the slide. If he'd really been Impulse, he could have done it easily, but instead, it was a lot harder than he'd first thought.
He glanced over, and saw Dick with some woman he didn't know. At least, he didn't think he knew her. "Dick's being naughty!" he singsonged as he finally reached the top of the slide, only to lose his balance and slide back down.
Tim, all in black from head to toe, his face covered but for a slit at his blue, blue eyes, was balanced on one arm on the edge of the trampoline. Precariously balanced, he switched to the other arm, doing a push up with remarkable steadiness for a five year old child. Bart's cry distracted him and he tilted his head, nearly losing his balance and falling, not to the relative safety of the trampoline mat, but to the packed earth beneath.
Jill rolled her eyes, then leaned forward as Tim teetered on the edge of the trampoline, where she was perched, her blonde hair pulled back. There were her slippered feet as pompoms, but her dress was 100% Disney, the wings working well with the slightly tattered skirt of her green dress. "Are you okay?" She pushed to hop down, not realising until the last second that it wasn't so much a hop anymore as a fall, and she squeaked as she landed.
Groaning, Dick holds up a finger for Monet as he dives past trying to get to Tim and Jill. Over his shoulder her calls, "Gorgeous, can I get you to hold that thought?"
Dick, Monet, and the Teeny Titans - Jill P., Bart, Tim, and Dairine. Gathering. Tag in, tag their top level comments, tag each other - Happy Halloween! and happy tagging!
Here, kitty kitty kitty...
Four lurid plastic Jack-o-lanterns filled with candy grimace at me from the base of the legs every time I say, 'Don't you think you've had enough, Bart?' I think it's the fifteenth time when I finally give up. Tim's still whining about having work to do, but at least we've compromised about training. Jill, Bart, and Dairine can have what they call fun on the trampoline and playground and Tim can feel virtuous and do some exercise.
I'm not looking forward to the fight over patrol. How a five year-old can be withering when he scowls, I'll never know. Especially when Wee!Ninja Tim's dimples are the reason I'm dressed in vestments and suckered into acting the part. All day. With Monet dressed in that...
Dick sets his elbows at the edge of the trampoline and steeples his hands in prayer. Father, forgive me for I have sinned. There is lust in my heart... He glances around for his ninja chaperone and, not seeing him, gives Monet the kind of once over, molasses slow, that only means one thing. He beckons to her with one hand, the other tangled in his rosary. "Confess, my child, and your sins will be...indulged."
He didn't actually promise to be a good priest.
Monet hid a smile behind her hand as she watched the younger kids, well adults really, run about. That Bart kid looks... hyper, even worse than the twins had been when they were that age. She doesn't envy Dick's job of corralling them into order and trying to get them to not kill themselves with enthusiasm and sugar.
Somehow she let herself get persuaded by Dick - he seemed to be quite good at charming her in and out of anything - into wearing the schoolgirl
outfit. Considering the uniforms she'd worn and outfits she'd modeled, it wasn't anything too outrageous. Hands on hips, Monet raised an eyebrow at Dick's beckoning and walked over, hips swaying as she moved. The heels are impractical but at least they're designer.
"Forgive me father, I've been a bad, bad girl." Monet teased as she brushed past him, knowing there was little Dick could do whilst in his role of priest. If Rahne was here she'd have her ass for this but she's not and Monet feels like living a little.
Dairine, now right around six years old and dressed as Princess Leia, complete with small plastic blaster, is pretty much oblivious to the subtext going on around her. Or even the not-so-much-subtext. Having no interest at all in waiting for any Luke Skywalkers, she is crouched on the ground having a Very Important Conversation with Spot, who's been subjected to a paper R2-D2ish hat taped to the top of his case.
Bart was dressed as Impulse, although his goggles were slightly askew after being continually pushed back after falling on his face as he tried unsuccessfully once more to run up the slide. If he'd really been Impulse, he could have done it easily, but instead, it was a lot harder than he'd first thought.
He glanced over, and saw Dick with some woman he didn't know. At least, he didn't think he knew her. "Dick's being naughty!" he singsonged as he finally reached the top of the slide, only to lose his balance and slide back down.
Tim, all in black from head to toe, his face covered but for a slit at his blue, blue eyes, was balanced on one arm on the edge of the trampoline. Precariously balanced, he switched to the other arm, doing a push up with remarkable steadiness for a five year old child. Bart's cry distracted him and he tilted his head, nearly losing his balance and falling, not to the relative safety of the trampoline mat, but to the packed earth beneath.
Jill rolled her eyes, then leaned forward as Tim teetered on the edge of the trampoline, where she was perched, her blonde hair pulled back. There were her slippered feet as pompoms, but her dress was 100% Disney, the wings working well with the slightly tattered skirt of her green dress. "Are you okay?" She pushed to hop down, not realising until the last second that it wasn't so much a hop anymore as a fall, and she squeaked as she landed.
Groaning, Dick holds up a finger for Monet as he dives past trying to get to Tim and Jill. Over his shoulder her calls, "Gorgeous, can I get you to hold that thought?"
Dick, Monet, and the Teeny Titans - Jill P., Bart, Tim, and Dairine. Gathering. Tag in, tag their top level comments, tag each other - Happy Halloween! and happy tagging!