33 Apocalypse Avenue [mid-morning]

[sith_happened]

A very small boy with a bucket over his head--thanks for that, Friday's toy chest--toddled down the hallway and made his way down the stairs.

Bounce-bounce-bounce.

Rear ends are great for that.

He made his way into the kitchen and leaned up onto his tiptoes to reach the cereal--something bright with incomprehensible writing on the side--and tipped about half of it onto the floor.

Exasperated, he lifted the bucket off of his eyes to see. Bright blue eyes gazed around the room and settled on the telephone.

Ooooh. He could call all of his friends!

Or punch random numbers and leave messages...which is what a four-year-old is much more inclined to do...

[OOC: Open for housemates and friends who know who this is. Radio squirrels--buckethead kid doesn't have a name...]

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory had gotten a message.

Rory was oh, so very amused.

And Rory also knew something that little children loved.

Which was why Rory was here, now, carefully letting herself into the house with a squirmy bag, looking around for a familiar weetiny face.

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

Logan leaned around the corner when he heard someone coming, biting at his lip. "Rory?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hi there!" Rory said brightly, crouching a little bit. She thought about who lived in the house, and guessed. "Logan?"

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He nodded, eyes widening as he walked out into the hallway. "Uh-huh," he said softly. "Are you gonna be my new nanny?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I'm not really a very good nanny," Rory said. "But I could be your friend? I have a puppy and some cookies to share."

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

"Okay!" Logan grinned. "I can't reach th' cookies inna cupboard an' Bucke'head spilled cereal all over th' kitchen so there's no more."

[sith_happened]

Buckethead was sticking his tongue out.

Under the bucket, so not that effectively.

"It had something called fibber in it. Yucky."

[sith_happened]

The face was hidden under a bright green sandpail, but he came careening out of the kitchen anyway.

"Rory Rory Rory Rory Rory HI!" he said, clinging to her legs.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"...hi there," Rory said, not getting knocked over by some miracle. She patted the little creature on the bucket. "I got your call!"

[sith_happened]

The little boy tipped his pail off to look up at Rory with bright blue eyes.

"I missed you," he said solemnly.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

She smiled down at him, and crouched to be more eye level-ish. "You did?"

[sith_happened]

He nodded and reached his arms out to cling around Rory's neck. "Uh-huh."

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

Thursday and Friday finally made it down the stairs. Friday? Was highly amused by the entire situation. Thursday was...Thursday. Only 5. She walked up to Rory and looked up. "Rory!"

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

"Thursday!" Logan made sure to say her name very clearly like he'd been taught.

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"Logan!" She ruffled his hair. Hair didn't have boy germs. "I'm hungry, Logan. What's for breakfast?"

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

"Rory's got cookies!" Logan said, grinning. "An' Bucke'head got cereals all over the floor."

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"Buckethead's silly. Who's going to clean all that up? *I'm* not."

[sith_happened]

"Thursday!" the boy with the bucket said. "Friday, can I borrow your bucket today? I'm being a superhero!"

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Friday, still very amused by the situation, nodded and shrugged. It was clear that he didn't mind at all. He crawled over to join the crowd.

[sith_happened]

Buckethead sat down, crunching cereal under his butt. "Wanna play spacepirate?"

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

Friday brightened. New friend! Most excellent. He waved around an imaginary sword, then pointed at Pickwick and said "ARR!"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory didn't have to really try to guess this one. "Hello, Thursday. And...little boy whose name I still don't know. Want some cookies?"

Vladdie yipped a greeting as well. It was polite.

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"I want a cookie! Please!" she exclaimed. "That's Friday. I think he'd like a cookie too."

Friday nodded. He really did want a cookie.

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"Cookies for both of you!" Rory said, holding out two cookies. "Hi, Friday. We didn't meet properly before. How old are you guys?"

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Thursday bounced on her heels and took both cookies, then handed one down to Friday.

"I just turned five and I had chocolate cake and presents and everything! Friday's 2." Friday, being the Silent Bob of the group, shrugged and nodded his approval. "He's just little. But I'm much bigger. I can read ALL of Jane Eyre all on my own now."

Weetiny Thursday was rather like weetiny Hermione in a way that was kind of scary.