Nexus. Black dog. Surprise Wedding Part 2

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Continued from here.



Raoul: *PINpoint out* Sure. Gimme the coordinates. *eyes so serious as he looks up at his tall uncle*

Lizzie: Tommy lives 't *names the address, which is just down the road from the Lamont Farm*

Raoul: Okay. *quick and absent peck for Silverheart, like he's seen his parents and other mentors do* I'll be right back.

Silverheart: *surprised, but nods* Alvright.

Tarop-Tim: *is that sound of babby glee over by the counter*

Tracks: Don't scare the locals.

Raoul: *snorts and goes*


that evening


Raoul: *dancing with his mom. Is a bit plastered on too much chocolate, and suspects that Magnus or Raj put something in that last drink he had*

Tarop-Tim: *sitting and quietly recording everything with his pretty new camera*

Raoul: *as he gently twirls Denver around* Somebody slipped me a roofie.

Denver: Prolleh Magnus 'r Raj...

Raoul: I'd laugh at what Tracks just did to 'em, but I'm afraid it'd shake somethin' loose.

Denver: *snort*

Raoul: *soberly* I'm gonna haveta make the house bigger. Heart's wings're bigger than Greg.

Denver: Y'u c'ld git a subspace 'ouse....

Raoul: *snorts* I like feelin' the breeze through the windows. *glances toward Sarah arguing with a brother as to whether or not she's going to feed him apple cake*

Denver: *small frown, will think about this*

Sven: *crabby and tired, is a bit loud and rowdy as a result* No want cake!

Tracks: *doesn't look away from annoying his brothers with Hound as he gently sends affection to Denver* -What's wrong, darling?-

Denver: -Raoul's 'ouse ain't tall 'nough insahd t' fit Silver'eart's wings.-

Tracks: *takes Magnus' wish away from him*

Magnus: *groggy protest. Seems someone got slipped some high grade in that last drink*

Tracks: I wish that Raoul and Silverheart's house will be what they need. *watches the sparkles* *and kicks Raj while he's at it*

Raj: *going to try and bootshop your rear, Tracks!*

Tracks: *slaps the hand, and then turns his head toward a tired bellow* Whups. Hold on, Rachel, I'll help.

Rachel: *trying to steer Sven toward the babby pile on the big mat in the corner* Thanks, buddy.

Sven: *putting up quite the fuss now*

Tracks: *grins at the big sparklet* If you sneak up on the mat, you can get the best spot.

Sven: *scowls as he thinks this over*

Tracks: *looks at the mat* See? Greg nearly got it. But he missed.

Sven: *looks* ... *will trundle over that way*

Sarah: *tired little clicks, will offer Mama the slice of apple cake*

Rachel: Hold on sweetheart.

Tracks: *grunts and then chuckles as Rachel hugs him*

Sarah: *will wait nicely, even though she's visibly sleepy*

Rachel: *hugs Tracks and tell him thank you, then turns and puts an arm around Sarah* Are you sure you don't want that, baby?

Sarah: Am full... *hand over mouth, yaaaaaaaaaaawn*

Rachel: *takes the cake and gently rubs Sarah's back* Why don't you go sleep beside Fay?

Sarah: *small nod, will go look for Fay* *quiet little clicks when she finds the younger girl cuddled in an armchair*

Fay: *blinks sleepily, and then smiles at her sister* Fay... *twinkles slender fingers at Sarah. You come in this big chair*

Sarah: *more clicks, will gently pick Fay up, and then she'll get situated in the chair, cuddling her younger sister*

Fay: *happy smile, but she's already gone back to sleep*

Sarah: *happy little clicks until she falls asleep*

Tracks: *watches this, and then turns and wonders when Jack's going to try and get up out of his chair*

Rachel: *goes and sits on Jack*

Tracks: *ah well. Looks toward his wife*

Denver: *amused grin as she watches Jack cuddle* -Y'u know 'e's gonna be confused wh'n 'e trahs t' git up.-

Tracks: -It's only a glue dot. And Raj was supposed to sit on it.- *thinks of Destiny giving him the dot*

Denver: *soft snerk* -She's a stinker.-

Tracks: *chuckles as the music ends* -Are you done dancing with drunken hoodlums?-

Denver: -Ah th'nk so.- *gently encouraging Raoul to sit down*

Raoul: *sighs as he settles obediently into the seat. Sits a moment, then looks around to see how Beau's doing*

Beau: *slow-dancing with Carter, even without music*

Raoul: *thinks his brother's as sloshed as he is. Watches the dancing for a moment, and then looks up as a warm, slender hand gently touches his shoulder. Face lights up* Hey, senorita. Come sit with me?

Silverheart: Alvays. *settles next to him and lays her head on his knee*

Raoul: *sighs and straightens out her hair, watching it cling to his fingers as though it's alive*

Denver:*gets an image of the cute*

Tracks: *as he walks over* *soberly* -I don't recognize my hoodlum.-

Denver: *reaches for her husband* -'E's growin' up.-

Tracks: *slips his arms around her waist* -He's always been mature underneath the bravado.-

Denver: -'E 'ad t' be, t' survahve...-

Tracks: *deep, but nearly silent sigh that's accompanied by a trace of amusement* -I never realized how short he was till now.-

Denver: *muffles her snerk on Tracks's shoulder*

Tracks: *muses on how mature and beautiful his newest daughter in law looks, but then soberly ponders the fact that Raoul does indeed look like a man and not a boy*

Denver: *soberly* -Our boys're growin' up.-

Dion: Gonna marry Maeve!

Maeve: *SLAP*

Tracks: *sighs and goes to rescue him* -Yes, some far too fast.-

Rose: *STINKEYES Maeve*

Maeve: *takes a swing at Rose too*

Rose: *swings right back!*

Maeve: *yay! War!* *up onto her feet and ready to ru... Yells as she's lifted up and set away from the two little pests*

Dion: *to his sister* Gonna marry Maeve.

Rose: *nod* *click, pop. Maeve had better treat you right, Bubby. Or she'll wallop her*

Tracks: *swats two little bums, and then picks those little bums up* You two should be asleep.

Dion: *squeak!*

Rose: *Huff* No sweep.

Tracks: *as he turns and walks back to Denver* Little girls who don't sleep don't get breakfast.

Rose: ... *frown, is trying to determine if you're being serious, Daddy*

Tracks: *looks her in the eye as he stops by Denver* Ask Mommy.

Rose: *frowns and looks to Denver*

Denver: *nods seriously*

Rose: *so much frown* Not sweepy.

Dion: *clickstorm*

Tracks: *muffles a yawn* Oh, goodness. Well I am sleepy. What about you, Denver? *quick glance downward as Frostbite attaches herself to his leg*

Frostbite: *pitiful whine. Wants sleeps at home, Big!*

Denver: *nods, hand over mouth*

Tracks: *gives the soft trill that he's been using to call his babies since the little ones from Ansuz settled down enough to be people instead of frightened baby animals*

Will: *sleepy response from inside the kidpile*

Tracks: *soft snerk as he goes over, settles on the mat, and then PINpoints with it and all its cargo*

Rachel: *startled glance over there from contemplating the Maeve sitting on Jack's foot*

Denver: *pings Rachel's comm* //Will, Ginneh, Deluge, Downrush, 'n Calypso w're 'n th' middle'a th' kidpahl.//

Rachel: *chuckles and looks at her husband* Home, sport?

Jack: *nod* Yeah, that sounds good.

Rachel: *gets to her feet* We can't bring the chair along. *grins and goes to get Fay and Sarah*

Jack: I know... Just gotta get the glue dot off my butt.

Rachel: ... *half laughing and half exasperated* What?

Jack: I think I got the end of a prank meant for someone else. *works on getting out of the chair*

Rachel: What kind of glue dot did they use?

Jack: *as he gets up* Just a normal one, like the kind the scrapbooking club uses for things. *will bend to pick Maeve up*

Maeve: *quiet grumbling, but she's too tired to protest much*

Rachel: *shakes her head and goes to get her little ones*

Denver: *soft chuckle, will make sure Raoul and Silverheart have a PINpoint, then she'll head for home*

Raoul: *looks around and frowns* I should make sure everyone gets home. *but he's dizzy*

Silverheart: *gentle pat, and then she gracefully rises to her feet, waves to Tarop-Tim, and starts gently urging the remaining guests homeward* *finds Riley sleeping with his face in some cake and pokes him carefully*

Riley: *sleepy mumble*

Silverheart: *takes the smoked turkey leg out of his hand and pokes him again as she has a bite of the leg* It's time to go home, brother.

Riley: *bleary blink, small nod*

Silverheart: *points* *gently* Und zhat ist cake. Not a cushion.

Riley: *slow blink, another small nod, even as he looks for a napkin*

Carter: *sticks one into his hand in passing. She's going to wake up the snuggle pile that is Jake and Lizzie*

Raoul: *watches as everyone is sent or brought home, including all the women who've wound up sitting in the kitchen and yacking with Hrafni and Galvatron*

Dixie: *will work on rounding up her family, even as she yawns and tries not to fall asleep standing up*

Raoul: *soft snerk as Jake and Umeko wind up going to Alabama for the night*

Tarop-tim: *SO much happy clickstorm*

Raoul: *grins at the sparklet, and then grunts as he's lifted from his seat* Sorry. Not good for much.

Silverheart: *cuddles him close* Can you take us home?

Raoul: Yeah. *glances over toward Tarop-Tim* Gotta tip the picture guy.

Silverheart: *picks up one of the little lace things* Zhis?

Raoul: *takes it and fills it with rolled up bills* There.

Silverheart: *carries husband over and offers the favour to Tarop-Tim*

Tarop-Tim: *chirp? What this for?*

Raoul: *grins a slightly hazy grin* Takin' pictures.

Tarop-Tim: *puzzled headtilt*

Showtime: *coming over to help, will explain to Tarop-Tim that since he filmed and took pictures of the wedding party, Raoul wants to pay him as a thank-you*

Raoul: Yeah.

Showtime: *will show Tarop-Tim how to get the memory card out of his camera*

Tarop-Tim: *offers the card to Raoul with a clickstorm*

Raoul: *grin returns as he takes it and carefully buttons it into the chest pocket of his dress shirt* Thanks, man.

Tarop-Tim: *sunny grin, click pop*

Raoul: You gonna go 'n sleep now?

Tarop-Tim: *nod, reaches for his Mama*

Showtime: *soft chuckle as she helps her son up so he can lean on her a bit*

Raoul: Goodnight. Sleep tight.

Silverheart: *softly* Und danke again. *ears twitch in a smile*

Tarop-Tim: *blows kissies*

Silverheart: *happy little laugh, then nods to Showtime and takes her husband home to the now taller and airier tiny house*

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