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entrancelogs2018-02-10 12:38 am
adaptiveimmunities) wrote in entrancelogs2018-02-10 12:38 am
[Open] I just can't ignore that I'm a Tyrannosaur--
Who: Bitty Shaun, Bitty Georgia, and YOU?
Where: Starting in their room and then throughout the Mansion, later: approaching dinosaurs
When: throughout the event
Rating: PG-13 (The Masons have never had PG language)
Summary: Shaun and George are small, mistrustful, and about 90% sure that their parents have engineered this whole thing.
The Story:
Waking Up
Waking up in the same bed isn't really a surprise. It happens more often than not, one of them crawling in with the other over the course of the night. The surprise is that the're in a bed that's so huge, Shaun can't reach both sides of it if he stretches out his arms and legs, and it's not one half of a set of bunk beds.
Oh, and also it's not their bedroom. He elbows George. "George, wake up."
She sleepily kicks him in the leg before rolling over and pulling a pillow over her head. "You wake up," she mumbles.
He elbows her again. "George. Our bedroom's gone."
That's such a stupid thing to say that she actually pulls the pillow off her head and squints at him. "What are you--" she blinks, looking around. "What?" She sits up. "...I know Mom and Dad are good, but I didn't think they could completely redecorate without waking us up."
"They would have had to drug us and remodel. This room's bigger than ours."
"And it's not our bed." Georgia slips out of the bed, grabbing the pair of sunglasses from the bedside table. They're too big for her, which makes her frown. "Something's going on. We better get to the bottom of this."
He gives her a sidelong look. "Okay, but can I set fire to the living room if it's some stunt by Mom and Dad?"
She tilts her head, considering. "Probably a bad idea," she says, almost regretfully. "They'd probably make us do a feature on it." She isn't even entirely sure what kind of feature that could lead to, but she's sure they'd find one.
"I bet I could do a science project on how fast curtains burn." But he sighs and rolls out of the bed. "Not that I want to. Fine. I won't set anything on fire. Maybe we can talk them into keeping the bed, though. It's the best jumping bed I've ever seen in my life."
She rolls her eyes. "Bed jumping's dangerous, stupid." She takes his hand, squeezing tightly, and goes out into the hallway. They stay close together as they walk through the mansion, wandering in and out of rooms with very little regard for who they might belong to. They eye other people with suspicion, especially adults, but that doesn't mean they'll run away or anything. They have a lot of questions, and this seems like the best way to get them answered.
DINOSAURS
"This is so stupid. They don't even have feathers." Georgia, who was born in 2017, has never lived in a time when it wasn't common knowledge. Sure, she's seen the ancient pre-Rising films, but everyone knows those are from a less scientifically advanced time. Why her parents would waste money on fake dinosaurs that didn't even look realistic is beyond her. But there's a lot of things about her parents she doesn't understand.
"It looks better to old people," Shaun says, staring out the window with an intense longing that most kids his age usually reserve for a mountain of candy or toys. "George, I wanna ride one."
George puts a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down so she can see. "There's no way that's safe."
"There's no way it's that dangerous either," he points out. "If Mom and Dad set this up, then there's no way they're going to risk the bad PR of losing two kids to violent animal deaths. They're not even mammals. Please, George?"
"They're giant prehistoric death birds." She's not even sure if they're actual animals at all and not just some kind of robot. But… Shaun has a point. Their parents know Shaun's basically the most Irwin kid to ever exist. Their mom gushes about it in half her interviews. They'd know Shaun wouldn't be able to resist trying to ride the dinosaurs.
Of course, they'd also know that Georgia's responsible enough that she'd never let him. A flash of irritation runs through her. If they want her to keep Shaun from doing stupid things, maybe they should have told her what was going on in advance. "...maybe we can at least get a little closer to them."
"You are my favorite sister," he says feelingly, and starts running for the door before she can change her mind.
Where: Starting in their room and then throughout the Mansion, later: approaching dinosaurs
When: throughout the event
Rating: PG-13 (The Masons have never had PG language)
Summary: Shaun and George are small, mistrustful, and about 90% sure that their parents have engineered this whole thing.
The Story:
Waking Up
Waking up in the same bed isn't really a surprise. It happens more often than not, one of them crawling in with the other over the course of the night. The surprise is that the're in a bed that's so huge, Shaun can't reach both sides of it if he stretches out his arms and legs, and it's not one half of a set of bunk beds.
Oh, and also it's not their bedroom. He elbows George. "George, wake up."
She sleepily kicks him in the leg before rolling over and pulling a pillow over her head. "You wake up," she mumbles.
He elbows her again. "George. Our bedroom's gone."
That's such a stupid thing to say that she actually pulls the pillow off her head and squints at him. "What are you--" she blinks, looking around. "What?" She sits up. "...I know Mom and Dad are good, but I didn't think they could completely redecorate without waking us up."
"They would have had to drug us and remodel. This room's bigger than ours."
"And it's not our bed." Georgia slips out of the bed, grabbing the pair of sunglasses from the bedside table. They're too big for her, which makes her frown. "Something's going on. We better get to the bottom of this."
He gives her a sidelong look. "Okay, but can I set fire to the living room if it's some stunt by Mom and Dad?"
She tilts her head, considering. "Probably a bad idea," she says, almost regretfully. "They'd probably make us do a feature on it." She isn't even entirely sure what kind of feature that could lead to, but she's sure they'd find one.
"I bet I could do a science project on how fast curtains burn." But he sighs and rolls out of the bed. "Not that I want to. Fine. I won't set anything on fire. Maybe we can talk them into keeping the bed, though. It's the best jumping bed I've ever seen in my life."
She rolls her eyes. "Bed jumping's dangerous, stupid." She takes his hand, squeezing tightly, and goes out into the hallway. They stay close together as they walk through the mansion, wandering in and out of rooms with very little regard for who they might belong to. They eye other people with suspicion, especially adults, but that doesn't mean they'll run away or anything. They have a lot of questions, and this seems like the best way to get them answered.
DINOSAURS
"This is so stupid. They don't even have feathers." Georgia, who was born in 2017, has never lived in a time when it wasn't common knowledge. Sure, she's seen the ancient pre-Rising films, but everyone knows those are from a less scientifically advanced time. Why her parents would waste money on fake dinosaurs that didn't even look realistic is beyond her. But there's a lot of things about her parents she doesn't understand.
"It looks better to old people," Shaun says, staring out the window with an intense longing that most kids his age usually reserve for a mountain of candy or toys. "George, I wanna ride one."
George puts a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down so she can see. "There's no way that's safe."
"There's no way it's that dangerous either," he points out. "If Mom and Dad set this up, then there's no way they're going to risk the bad PR of losing two kids to violent animal deaths. They're not even mammals. Please, George?"
"They're giant prehistoric death birds." She's not even sure if they're actual animals at all and not just some kind of robot. But… Shaun has a point. Their parents know Shaun's basically the most Irwin kid to ever exist. Their mom gushes about it in half her interviews. They'd know Shaun wouldn't be able to resist trying to ride the dinosaurs.
Of course, they'd also know that Georgia's responsible enough that she'd never let him. A flash of irritation runs through her. If they want her to keep Shaun from doing stupid things, maybe they should have told her what was going on in advance. "...maybe we can at least get a little closer to them."
"You are my favorite sister," he says feelingly, and starts running for the door before she can change her mind.
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"Um- what's amplify? Other than...make it more?"
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She crosses her arms, looking annoyed, though more at Shaun than Sunburst. He's her brother. It's his job to get the brunt of her annoyance.
"Zombies are scientific. We know why they happened. Magic's just, uh..." she probably shouldn't say not real, even if that's what she's thinking. She waves a hand and makes a face rather than filling it in.