33 Apocalypse Avenue [mid-morning]

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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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Logan woke up, hearing someone in the living room talking loud. He rolled carefully out of bed and pushed the wheelchair out of the way, yawning as he walked out of his room into his house.

He saw the boy with the buckethead and scowled. "Not s'posed to use the phone!"

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"Can if I wanna," the boy replied petulantly. "My mom says I'm special."

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"S'my house!" Logan protested, stomping a foot. "My house an' nanny always says no phones!"

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"That's cause you're just little," the boy argued. "I'm big!"

Not really.

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"No," Logan said clearly, affronted. "You're little too!" He paused, realizing that he was alone with this boy and he was starting to get hungry. "What's your name?"

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The boy pondered the question. "People make fun of my name," he said from under the helmet. "Call me Buckethead!"

Quite the little freak, this one.

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"I'm Logan," he said shyly. "Wanna get food, Bucke'head?"

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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.

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

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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."

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"Yes," the bucket-headed one said solemnly. "I'll get a chair so's we can reach the things on the top of the friditator."

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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.

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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!"

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Logan gasped. "That's bad," he said. "You could fall!"

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

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

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

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Buckethead was sticking his tongue out.

Under the bucket, so not that effectively.

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

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"I won't fall," Buckethead said, taking the pail off of his eyes. "I'm very cordina....thing. 'Sides, how else will we get to the cookies?"

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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.

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

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