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Angry Nikolay

**Angry Nikolay** (На русском: Злой Николай) — Игра в которой надо Птицами-Николаеми нужно уничтожить всех Свино-Николаев.

## Сюжет

Свино-Николаи украли у Птице-Николаев яйца. Птице-Николаи решили отомстить и стали запускать себя из рогатки, чтобы уничтожить всех Свино-Николаев и вернуть яйца. В конце когда все Свино-Николаи повержены и яйца возвращены Король-Свино-Николаев подмигивает и хрюкает, как бы показывая что он ещё вернётся. И действительно, все тригода которые существует игра Король-Свино-Николаев строит новые планы, крадёт яйца и опять проигрывает.

## Продолжения игры

За 3 года существования игры, она набрала "ВЫСОЧАЙЩУЮ ПОПУЛЯРНОСТЬ" среди людей и Николаев. И компания Ровниколаи Выпустила не мало продолжений этой игры.

### Список всех игр

* **Angry Nikolay**
* Angry Nikolay Seasons
* Angry Nikolay Rio
* Angry Nikolay Space
* Bad Nikolay
* Angry Nikolay Star Wars
* Angry Nikolay Star Wars 2
* Angry Nikolay Go!
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Logan blinks up at the high, high ceiling and groans.

""Yay! You're awake!"" chirps an unfamiliar voice somewhere behind him.

He sits up, straightens his circlet, looks around. Rubs his eyes, tries again.

""Like it?""

Logan twists around.

An enormous dragon with blue eyes and golden fur(?!) watches him.

"You kidnapped me."

The dragon shrugs. "I'm a dragon and you're a very pretty princeling; it was sorta inevitable, really." Rubs a soft cheek against Logan's.

He leans away, grumbles, "Of course it was."

Fuzzy rests its head against his side, bats its eyelashes. "Did you have a nice nap?"

"Just peachy." Logan cracks his stiff neck. "What's with all the lu—" Picks an object from the pile underneath him. "Plushies?" Raises an eyebrow at Fuzzy. "You hoard /**plushies**?"

Fuzzy's enormous eye narrows. "You have a problem with that?"

"What crap kind of dragon are you?" Logan huffs, tossing a purple octopus—

There is suddenly a silky-furred tail wrapped snugly around his neck.

"The kind that doesn't appreciate your attitude, Princey."

"Got the memo. Thanks," croaks Logan.

The tail 'pats' his cheek, slithers away.

Logan rubs his neck. "Sooo ... what're you gonna do with me now that you have me?"

"Weeeell ...," drawls Fuzzy, coiling itself around him, "I'm going to hug you and pet you and—" Coils tighten. "—/**squeeze** you—"

"I'm not one 'a yer plushies."

Fuzzy tightens its loops. "—and pat you and pet you—"

"You're cutting off my air. A little looser, please."

"—and rub you and caress you—"

"/**Oi!** You're gonna /**kill** me if ye don't knock it off!"

"—Oh. Sorry." Fuzzy releases some of its hold. "I forget humans are kinda squishy."

"I'm a dead man," mutters Logan.

"What?"

"Nothing~."

### Rescue

""—in there, foul beast!""

[Bubbles, Empress of the East,] raises her head, blinks sleepily.

""Come out and face me!""

[Bubbles] yawns, stretches.

Princey props himself up on an elbow.

"Off to deal with the rabble," says [Bubbles], then flicks her tail. "Be back soon!" Takes off and glides from the cavern, lands with a tremendous /*thump*.

The knight picks themselves off the ground. "I come on behalf of the kingdom," they say, pushing up their visor—

"Oooo." [Bubbles] leans forward. "You're pretty!"

"Excuse—"

[Bubbles] picks up the knight—

"Hey!"

"Oh, you'd probably want your horse, too?"

"What—"

[Bubbles] picks up the horse, leaps into the air, soars into the cavern, and drops the knight onto the kitten plushies. She sets the horse down more gently, though.

"Lady Blossom?" says Princey.

"Hey," the knight greets sheepishly. "I'm here to rescue you?"

"Not anymore~!" sings [Bubbles].
Гадкий Николай

**Гадкий Николай** — мультфильм, рассказывающий о супер-Никуолае по имени Грюколай.

## Сюжет

Однажды Грюколай вместе со своими миньонолаями решили украсть Лунулая с помощью уменьшолая. Однако, он находился у его врага - Виктолая. И поэтому он решает приютить трёх девочек - Марголая, Эдитолая, и Агнесолая, которые регулярно возили Виктолаю печеньки. Он маскирует роботолаев под печеньколаев-Николая и крадёт уменьшителая. И крадёт он всё-таки Лунулая.
Listening

## Meta

**Timing:** 6 Nov 2022

**Setting:** off St Lawrence Island, AK, USA

**Note:** this is only the first section

## Text

You trudge north-northeast.

The little clock in your brain oh-so-helpfully points out you've been pushing through this chest-deep, one fucking degree water for three hours and twenty-four minutes now.

Long enough that even /**you're** starting to feel it in your quads.

And the goddamn Kaiju's still swimming straight as an arrow for the Bering Strait, speedo pinned at seventy klicks per hour the entire goddamn time.

You /**could** do twice that if you weren't half-swimming; three times that if you were in the shallows; even faster if you sprinted for a bit.

But, nope, you're trawling along like a fucking barge, all your sensors focused about a hundred clicks off to your left (west, whatever), where there's a Kaiju where no one thought there would ever be a Kaiju so they didn't fucking bother to put in permanent instruments.

And the ones on the goddamn helos /**suck** at tracking Kaiju underwater so the only way to get the job done is with a Jaeger.

Which is why you're out here slowly freezing Jack to fucking death.

You'd /**hope** they'd think to insulate a Jaeger based in the fucking /**arctic** better than one built for the tropics, but, /**nooooo**.

So you'll be spending the foreseeable future listening to Jack sniffle.

Right now you kinda hate your life.

Double-check the mics are off.

"The fuck's this thing going? There's fucking /**nothing** out here!" you almost whine.

"Oil fields," declares Jack.

"Damn thing swims past fuck knows /**how** many cities and up god's frozen asshole for /**oil**? Why the fuck would a fucking Kaiju care about fucking oil? It fucking the Tin Woodman or something?"

"Fuck if I know."

Did you just reference a fucking kids' book?

Jack huffs a laugh.

"/**What.**"

Brain damage. The cold is causing fucking brain damage.

"You know you swear more when you're cold, ay?"

"Do not."

"Totally do. You've got a tell."

"Fuck you."

"My point exactly."

Right now you kinda hate Jack, too.
D/deaf Generalizations

Stuff ALC has learned while absorbing child phonology information.

* Deaf children in oral language environments begin oral babbling later (12-26 months; I assume this doesn't include developmentally mute children, but still interesting), but infants exposed to sign language will "demonstrate the onset and development of manual babbling" (Lust, B. 2006. Child Language. Cambridge University Press.)
* phonetic units characteristic of sign language (handshapes, movement, locations, palm orientations, etc) may vary in this "manual babbling"
* By 7-10 months, "syllabic" manual babbling, "jargon" form at about 12-14 months
* Petitto and Marentette 1991
Anything

## Meta

**Timing:** a day or two after Jackson's abduction

**Setting:** 1st Darling-Jones house, late night

## Text

Charlie's mobile squawks in the dead of night.

She dives for it, slips off the edge of the couch, lands on the rug with a thump.

Fumbles the lock, presses it to her ear.

Muffled, uneven breathing.

"Jones?"

Two of her heartbeats.

""Hey, Darling,"" croaks a familiar voice.

Charlie's shoulders sag. "Jackson, where are you?"

""Alaska ... I think. I—""

"A— Y— Should I call ... the police? A lawyer?" Charlie clings to the phone with both hands.

""I don't think it'll ...."" A sob.

Level head, girl. "Do you know what's going on?"

""They—"" A deep breath. ""—they threatened—"" A sob. ""I had to, Firefly.""

"Had to what, Jackson?"

""Had to go," he whispers. ""This ... or you and the beans—""

"I don't un—"

""The /**beans**, Firefly, and you! I don't want to— I can't let anything happen—""

"Nothing's gonna happen to us, I promise."

""But that's just it! They /**promise**! They promised they wouldn't do anything if ...."" A shuddering breath. ""I didn't have a choice, Firefly, /**please** believe me.""

"I believe you, but wha—"

As if he's covering the mouthpiece, ""What—"" A muffled curse.

"Jones, can you tell me anything?"

A beat. ""I love you, Firefly.""

Charlie swallows. "I love you, too, Jackson."

""I love the three of you more than anything and if there was any other—""

A chime.

Silence.

Charlie checks the screen.

Call disconnected.

She cradles the phone.

Sixteen of her heartbeats.

The screen powers down.
Book Darling-Jones

* **Full name:** TBD Darling-Jones
* **Pronouns:** TBD
* **Height:**
* **Build:**
* **Hair:** Black, flooffy
* **Eyes:** Hazel
* **Lifemate, Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):** Baby, Jupiter
* **Parents:** Jackson Jones, Charlie Darling
* **Birthday:** 10 July 2019 (Sydney, NSW, Australia)
* **Fluent in:** Australian English (mother tongue)
* **Ethnicity:**
* **Nicknames**
	+ Book: Everyone
	+ Bean: Jackson, Charlie, Logan
	+ Monkey: Jackson, Charlie
	+ Booklet: Derek
* **Relationships:** Wom-wom (everywhere buddy), Nanny (paternal great-grandmother), Logan (uncle), Derek (uncle), Andrea (caregiver), Izzy (friend), Anni (friend), Rika (friend), Fenna, (friend), Pietr (adoptive uncle), Griet (adoptive aunt)
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:** explosive temper
* **Distinguishing marks:** Too.Much.Hair.
At First Sight

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Bubbles bounds out the door of the warehouse into the alley behind. "That was /**so** /**cool**!" she squees. "Nothing like /**that** back in Townsville!"

"Mmhmm." Blossom glows. "And next month, we get to—"

"And the headliner! Could you believe those two?! The pretty one was /**amazing**!"

"Which was the pretty one?"

"The pretty one!"

Blossom rolls her eyes. "Gonna guess you mean the beanpole—"

"'/**Beanpole'**?! You can't call anyone with muscles like /**that** a '/**beanpole'**!"

"Bubbles, they weigh /**maybe** seventy-five kilos soaking—"

""Eighty, actually, but—""

Blossom and Bubbles whirl.

"—black's a slimming colour, so I understand the mistake."

"Well hel/**lo**, nurse," trills Bubbles.

Pretty, hands in pockets, ambles by, glances over their shoulder. "Think Ha's still inside if you need patching." Turns back and shrugs.

Bubbles blinks. "Come again?"

"Nurse? Inside."

Blossom face-palms.

"But—That's not—I meant—"

Blossom steers Bubbles behind her. "Sorry about my friend. She's trying to tell you she finds you attractive—"

Bubbles makes a pained, strangled noise.

"—and I think she's blown a fuse."

Pretty scoffs.

"'scuse me?" ventures Blossom.

"Yea?"

"Where'd you get your martial arts training?"

Pretty puffs up, rocks around on their heels. "'m self-taught."

"Self—Would you teach me?"

"Nope. I'm not a teacher." Tips an imaginary hat. "If you'll excuse me." Saunters on.

Bubbles sighs dreamily.

Blossom rolls her eyes, grabs Bubbles' arm. "C'mon, Lovesick, let's go home." Tugs her along.

Bubbles goes.

A few quiet steps.

"I can't be/**lieve** I let them get away!" wails Bubbles.

"Like you had a shot. Someone like that could have anyone they want."

"So? What's to stop them from wanting /**me**?"

"The fact they've just met you, maybe?"

"Why would /**that**—"

""I can still hear you!""

Blossom eeps.

Bubbles claps both hands over her mouth, makes a noise like she's dying.

"And there's that," sighs Blossom.
Intake

A gray person ushers Baby into a room with lots of contrasts; when the person stops ushering, Baby stops moving. When the person closes the door, Baby sits right down on the bright, squishy puzzle tiles.

And then shuffles a Baby-length to the left; Baby doesn't fancy getting tripped on for the next while.

A few minutes later, the door opens.

A gray person looking at a rectangle comes in.

The door closes.

The gray person glances up, frowns, glances around, and finds Baby. "Oh." Looks around again. "Would you like to sit on a chair?"

Baby says nothing.

The gray person nods. "Okay, then. We'll sit on the floor."

The gray person folds down to the floor and doesn't look comfy.

Now, Baby can see the gray person has boring hair.

"I'm Doctor Langlie, with Drift Science." The gray person bows like big people do. "But you can call me 'Fiona,' if you like."

Baby won't call the gray person anything other than the gray person. Baby only sees the gray people at school and when Jacknlogan's around, and the school's the people that took Jacknlogan away.

The gray person checks the rectangle. "Your parents call you 'Baby,' correct?"

The gray people took Jacknlogan away.

They won't take Baby away, too.

The gray person pokes the rectangle. "Is there a story behind it?"

Baby's a baby, silly.

"May I call you 'Baby'?"

No.

The gray person doesn't look comfy even more. "Consent is very important, and it's even more important to us. Unless you say 'yes,' I won't be able to use your name."

Good.

The gray person pokes the rectangle a lot. "Well, I guess it doesn't really matter." Fake kinda laugh. "Not like I'll be talking about you like you aren't here." Looks up. "What we'll be doing here today, B—sorry. This is an intake interview, all our charges go through this, totally standard procedure. We just want to get to know you a little better. What you like, what you don't like, how you—" Fake thoughtful pause. "We want to get an idea of how you see the world so we can tailor a developmental program specifically to you."

The gray people don't care about Baby, they care about Baby's insides.

"What kinds of things do you do with your mom?"

Miss Jacknlogan.

"Do you have a best friend?"

None of your business.

"Do you like your family? Book?"

Nothing of Baby's moves.

The gray person stifles a sigh, pokes at the rectangle, and doesn't look up for a while.

Baby doesn't look away.

The gray person plasters on a fake smile, says brightly, "I haven't had lunch yet, so I'm going to get myself a cookie." Continues like it's a secret, "I'll get one for you, too."

Baby keeps looking at the gray person.

The gray person's eyes maybe darken but Baby can only see legs now.

The door opens.

"Be right back!" sings the gray person.

The door closes.
Darling-Joneses and Vosses (meta)

## Who’s Dad?

Like many great or horrifying ideas, it occurred to me in the shower that after Pietr befriends the Darling-Jones, it might not be uncommon to see him out and about with Griet, Charlie, and five or six or seven (depending on the date) fluffles.

Five or six or seven fluffles with curly hair like his.

Griet has straight hair. Charlie's is pulled into a braid.

With no Jackson on Charlie's arm, how many people assume Pietr's the biological fluffledaddy of them all

Oooo, that is a very good point. How many people think the three of them are in some sort of polyam... arrangement, too? Or Pietr's cheating on Griet?

I can see the back-fence gossips arguing over which of those is the case. It gets even funnier if you start adding in the rest of the regular cast post-war: Chuckles, Derek, Andrea.

\*cringe\*

### Floofy vs Curly?

(I thought Book had more 'flooffy' hair (like Charlie's and Shepard Book's)--Jupiter and Baby are the curly tops. Is that what you're picturing?)

Book's hair /is more floofy, but that's close enough to curly for the theorists. XD

Ahhh, OK.

## Routine

Something else I'm curious about for that morning and the assorted fluffles: How well does everyone handle the fact that Pietr's coming back from this mission and Jackson's not? That the Voslings still have their dad and the Beans don't?

Book and Baby haven't 'had' their dad for a very long time. I think Derek and Pietr occupy a more 'Dad-like' role in their minds (they'd be disappointed if either didn't showed up to events, but they aren't expecting Jackson). And they hate leaving Jackson and they love him to pieces but as to how much a part of their lives he is... An AU where he makes it back would be interesting just for how everyone manages with adjusting the shift in routine 'n all that.

:D How's this? Jackson survives. Time for a pokemon tournament! Everyone piles in the car. Book ends up without a seat. They rearrange. Izzy ends up without a seat. They keep rearranging, eventually Pietr has a bean on his lap and whomever drives does so very carefully.

Cuuuuuuute.

No! It's not cute! They've all built lives around Jackson (and Logan) not being there and now they're back and everything's topsy-turvy!

\*headdesk\* Forgot the context there. Fluffle shuffling is cute on its face. Reason behind /this fluffle shuffle is definitely /not cute.

\*cackling\*
Ed Clark

Pronouns

Logan's former breaking and entering 'partner'

* **Full name:** Edison TBD Clark
* **Pronouns:** He-him-his
* **Height:**5'10"
* **Build:** Medium-to-heavy, solid
* **Hair:** Dark brown, short, straight
* **Eyes:** Brown
* **Lifemate, Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):**
* **Parents:**
* **Birthday:**
* **Language:** Australian English (mother tongue)
* **Ethnicity:** White Australian
* **Nicknames:**
	+ Ed: almost everyone
* **Text ID:**
* **Relationships:** Logan (former 'work partner'), Mal (connection), Liu (attempted mark)
* **Special skills:** Safe breaking, cultivating useful relationships
* **Quirks:** a love of bad sunglasses, likes to pretend he lives in a spy movie
* **Distinguishing marks:** some sort of permanent mark from his encounter with Liu
Jimmi Fitzroy

Post-war Sydney's most skilled bodyguard

* **Full name:** Claire Fitzroy
	+ aka: Jimmi Fitzroy, Jr.
* **Pronouns:** She-her-hers
* **Height:** 5'6"
* **Build:** Petite, muscular
* **Hair:** Ash blond, straight
* **Eyes:** Green
* **Lifemate, Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):** N/A
* **Parents:** Bethany Frame, Jimmy Fitzroy
* **Birthday:** 2001
* **Ethnicity:** White Australian
* **Language:** Australian English (Mother tongue)
* **Nicknames**
	+ Jimmi: Everyone
* **Text ID:**
* **Relationships:** Logan (babysitter), Bubbles ('competition')
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:**
* **Distinguishing marks:**
Michael Jones

Pronouns
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Nanny's only child and the Jones brothers' father.

## Brief biography

A workaholic and a narcissist. Mildly disappointed by Jackson and Derek; has all but legally disowned Logan.

## Relationships

* Charlie (daughter-in-law); Book, Baby, & Jupiter (grandchildren); Joey (uncle)
Citiesville

## Meta

**Timing:** After Jamie meets Logan and Jackson and Logan tells him about Bubbles and Blossom

**Setting:** coffee shop

## Text

Jamie's setting his coffee down on the café patio table when—

"Mr Walker!"

He turns, finds himself lifted off the ground in a vertebra-popping hug.

"'ey, Bubbles," he croaks.

"It's so good to see you again!" she beams, setting him down. "This is Josephine, my publicist, and that's Mina, our bodyguard."

"Jamie Walker, he-him-his." He bows. "Nice to meet you."

The PPDC incline their heads.

"Likewise, Mr Walker," replies Josephine. "She-her-hers." She makes meaningful eye contact with the bodyguard.

Mina heads inside.

"I /**finally** remembered their name," gushes Bubbles. "So there's three of us, yea? Me, Buttercup—already met 'em— and Blossom, working for 'the Professor'."

"Drugs?"

[Bubbles grins—

Joesphine clears her throat.

—shrugs. "Probably."] Lights back up. "Did I tell you about the time we almost went to Citiesville?"

Jamie, sipping his coffee, raises his eyebrows up to his hairline.

Mina comes back with two drinks and a bag of pretzel sticks.

"Thank you," smiles Bubbles.

Mina nods, takes a seat with their back to the wall.

Josephine cracks open a paperback.

Bubbles tears open the pretzels, continues: "So that was almost a thing." Pours pretzels onto her napkin. "We met their guy—" Arranges pretzel sticks. "—Kind of an unsettling person." Takes a gulp of caffeine. "Left a permanent mark on Buttercup."

Jamie sips his.

Bubbles drums her fingers on her napkin.

-H-, say the pretzel sticks.

Bubbles flips one up, bites it in half. "'[But it fell through, so.]" Fiddles with pretzel sticks.

-K-

"And that's Citiesville." Bubbles crunches a couple, hums.

Jamie sips coffee.

"About that thing you were working on ...?"

"Yea, the Mayor of Townsville— the disappearance of him and Miss Bellum."

Bubbles raises an eyebrow.

Jamie takes a sip of water, coughs. "Liquids, ay?" He clears his throat. "Apparently the last person who saw either of them was a linguist specializing in phonology, so we have a /**great** description of their accents now."

Bubbles laughs.
Cardboard Box

## Meta

Timing: the day after "Puddles"

Notes: this is way back from when I first wrote "Major Harry". I messed up the timing (conflated "Tea Service" and this) and apparently I haven't gone back to it >\_\_<

Andrea taps on the door to the marshal's office with her forehead.

A sigh.

Andrea's blood freezes.

Tapping.

That's not Chantell.

"P-perrrmiss-ion t-t'enter."

"Granted."

Andrea pushes through with her hip.

That's really isn't Chantell.

And Andrea brought tea.

Why would she have brought tea? There's no reason for tea. This isn't a regular thing, she can't claim it's 'just a thing' she does--

"I brought you tea," she says. "Figured you could use it on your first day."

Where the /fuck did that come from?

The new equerry is taken aback, but flattered. "That's so nice of you--"

Major Harry sits in a cardboard box along with Chantell's pastel sticky notes.

"--k you, Officer."

Andrea smiles. "You're welcome."

Major Harry sits in a cardboard box.

Andrea sets down the tray. "Milk or sugar?"

"Just sugar, please."

Major Harry sits in a cardboard box and this isn't Chantell.

"Here you are," Andrea hands over the new equerry's tea.

The new equerry smiles gratefully, takes a sip. "That's perfect, thank you."

"You're very welcome."

"Anything in there yours?" The new equerry nods at the box. "You keep looking at it."

"The doll," says Andrea. "I lent him to Officer Nguyen while she was here."

"You can have it back," says the new equerry. "Just take the whole box, if you want. Saves me the trouble of bringing it down to Recycling." A sip of tea.

Major Harry sits in a box of junk.

"I'll get the tray," they offer.

"Can never have enough sticky notes," Andrea grins.

"To each their own," says the new equerry. "Thanks again."

"You're welcome," replies Andrea. "Have a good day."

"Same to you."

Andrea scoops up the box and strolls from the office.

She risks a glance down.

Major Harry.

Sticky notes.

A couple framed--

Marshal Nguyen in a tuxedo and a person in a wedding dress.

The person, an infant, and Major Harry.

A preteen Chantell and the Marshal.

Andrea swallows, looks straight ahead.
Crowns

## Meta

**Timing:**  sometime in 2023, probably.

**Setting:** Playgroup; they'll be playing 'Castles and Dragons' after lunch, but first! the people in the castle (the tykes) need crowns, so ...

## Text

"What do you want on yours?" asks Jackson.

"Bs," states Book.

"Bees. Gotcha." Jackson looks around for yellow construction paper.

Baby, having claimed Logan's lap, makes grabby hands for sparkly pipe cleaners.

Logan passes some over.

"Blue Bs," amends Book.

"Blue bees?"

"Yes."

"Blue bees it is." And there's some blue construction paper!

Baby tries twisting pipe cleaners together.

Baby hasn't quite figured out the difference between torsion and kinetic motion yet.

Logan pinches the ends in place.

"What's that?" asks Book.

"The body of a bee?"

"Not /**bees**, Dad, /**Bs**. For 'Book'."

Baby tugs the twisted pipe cleaners from Logan, takes an end in each hand, and bends it into a circlet.

Logan offers to anchor it.

Baby accepts.

Logan hooks the ends together, hands it back.

Baby proudly presents the sparkly tiara.

"Nicely done, bean!" says Jackson.

"That looks great!" cheers Book.

Baby preens, offers it to Logan.

Logan bows his head.

Baby sticks the tiara to his hair.

Logan straightens and preens.

Book claps.

Jackson grins.

"I feel very pretty," states Logan.
Frills

## Meta

**Timing:** around the same time as "Matte"

**Setting:** 1st Darling-Jones house

## Text

Jackson leans over the back of the couch. "I know we explored whether I had a kink for frilly underwear, but did we ever learn whether you did?"

Charlie looks over her shoulder.

A strip of /*Whisky Juno*-green lace peeks over the waistband of the trousers riding low on his hips.

"You dork." Charlie pulls him over, kisses him thoroughly. "I definitely have a Jackson kink, though."

"Like the sound of that almost as much as 'father of my children'."
HC Series (meta)

## HC-01

* **Name:** *Hydra Corinthian*
* **Home 'Dome:**
* **Origin:** New construction
* **Pilots:** Stephanie Lanphier (RH), Kennedy LaRue (LH)
* **Team colour:**
* **Entered service:**
* **Removed from service:**

## HC-02

* **Name:**
* **Home 'Dome:** Sydney
* **Origin:** New construction
* **Pilots:**
* **Team colour:**
* **Entered service:**
* **Removed from service:**

## HC-10

* **Name:** *Halcyon Cobra*
* **Home 'Dome:** Sydney
* **Origin:** Rebuilt HC-02
* **Pilots:**
* **Team colour:**
* **Entered service:**
* **Removed from service:**
Aftermath Meta

## AWOL

X hours after the Battle of Victoria Harbour, Pitfall is successful. The PPDC's unsure of their next move, so they make a big deal about recovering the fallen Jaegers and getting their navigational hazard-ness out of one of the busiest ports in the world, the PPDC'll be after those two as fast as possible, so the rest of the dominoes can start falling as soon as late 5 Jan (Pitfall day) or 6 Jan.

The Joneses land in Toronto.

Pietr comes back home with an extra wedding ring, a grumpy koala, two puppies, Mako Mori, and an intimidating Slavic couple (who maybe just go back to Russia as conquering heroes and wind up running the country (officially or unofficially)).

Blue contamination to the harbour is minimal (Danger killed both Leatherback and Otachi over land); the PPDC recovers Typhoon and discovers the pilots died of impact trauma from getting knocked around by Leatherback after pulling the harness release, and some critters had made their way into the Conn-pod. Vulcan's next and they find the Conn-pod is remarkably free of human remains.

The PPDC checks around all the Shatterdomes for the Joneses.

Jackson and Logan make their way to the Australian Embassy and get a lift to Sydney.

The PPDC launches an international manhunt for the Joneses.

(Charlie, upon hearing the news, laughs so hard she cries.)

## Home

The Joneses manage to make it to the Darling-Jones residence, Jackson freaks out a little because a) no one's home and b) Logan has wire stashed somewhere. Charlie may have hopped over and left a note now that she knows they're alive (the PPDC could make that note disappear, of course).

Either they get re-snatched there 'cause the PPDC's watching the house or they somehow figure out everyone's at the Vos house.

## Trial

The PPDC publicly arrests and holds them under suspicion of dereliction of duty, and locks them down for a full psychological assessment.

The Joneses are painted in a rather terrible light across the media (how dumb were they to go to the most obvious place it was to find them? (Arguably, they didn't have their PPDC ID so even if the guards knew what they looked like, they couldn't be let in.))

When the hubabalu starts to wane, the PPDC announces their trial for when the hype of the annoucement starts to die. Basically, keep the world focused on them for as long as possible, shift any negative publicity onto them.

The Joneses are found innocent and given an honourable discharge.

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Laugh Lines

"Tada!" says Jackson. "Your skinny nerd has returned."

'Long suffering', huffs Charlie, and then pinches his—

"Ow!" Jackson rubs his side.

"My nerd's /**too** skinny."

Jackson grumps. "Thought that was pressuring."

"You keep getting thinner and I'm worried you'll go to move your 'Spock-ish Ghost' and you won't be able to 'cause you're a stick."

"Vulcans don't really have a concept of the afterlife."

'Really?'

"I'll try harder, I promise."

Kindly, 'please do.'

"You look /**amazing**, though. As always."

Charlie snorts. "Thank you." Rubs at her cheeks. "Surprised you can see me under all this crap." Frowns at her reflection in the faucet. "Must be wearing a half kilo of it, at least."

"And you still look like you. Okay. I must be hiding under a kilo."

'Why?'

"Said it's to make me look less like a vampire."

Charlie hip-nudges him. "Too cute for a vampire."

'Awwww!'

"You're certainly dramatic enough."

Jackson giggles. "Yea, that, that's about right."

"Your reflection, too."

Jackson hides his face. "Can't see it now."

Charlie ducks a smile.

"C'mon, that was great."

Charlie shakes her head.

"It totally was."

"Totally lame."

"No, no, definitely no," laughs Jackson.

His sparkle's back.

Charlie tries bottling up her own laugh.

Jackson covers his eyes. "Eee! Who turned out the lights?!"

It bursts free as a rather unattractive snork and she tries covering her mouth but she's doubled-over laughing.

Jackson is, too, and he tries helping her up but he's laughing too hard and then they're on the floor and he's quivering against her neck.

She presses her damp cheek against his, brushes her lips against his ear.

Jackson sighs happily.

Charlie sighs happily.

A flash.

"That was /**beautiful**!" squees [the photographer].

Their smiles vaporize.

"This whole cardboard thing sucks," murmurs Charlie.

Jackson nods against her, then his eyes squinch shut and he holds his breath.

She presses a kiss to his temple and cups his nape.

He takes a deep, shaky breath. "Think they'll give me a treat and let me come home for a night if I don't mess up my makeup too badly?"

Charlie snorts. "But what will Boulder—"

"Denver."

"—Colorado—"

Jackson chuckles.

"—do if you don't?"

"How very Zorg."

"Who?"

Jackson sits up, rolls his eyes. "/*The Fifth Element*? The bad guy?"

Charlie frowns.

"'Multipass'?"

More frowning.

Jackson throws up his hands "How do we even communicate?" he whines.

"We do just fine when you speak English instead of nerd, nerd." She gives him a quick kiss. "Let's finish this stupid thing before the beans melt down again."

"Good plan, Darling." He climbs to his feet, offers a hand. "Let's go."
Bubblegum

## Meta

Timing: probably closer to reuniting with Bubbles rather than later

Setting: somewhere in the depths of the Shatterdome

## Text

Logan hears a familiar, sugary theme song and doubles back.

A laundry technician makes their way down the hall.

"Blossom?"

The tech pulls out their earbuds, turns, "Pardon?" shakes her hair from her face.

It's totally Blossom.

"It's the hair, isn't it?" She huffs. "I keep saying, 'it's not Sakura blossom, it's bubblegum' but it just goes in one ear and out the other." Shrugs. "Anything I can do for you, Ranger?"

"That song /sucks." Turns on his heel, saunters away.

"Happy to help, Ranger!"
Fenna Vos

The youngest of Pietr and Griet's three daughters.

* **Full name:** Fenna TBD Vos
* **Pronouns:** She-her-hers
* **Height:**
* **Build:**
* **Hair:** Pale blond, curly
* **Eyes:** Brown
* **Lifemate, Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):** Izzy, Anni, Rika
* **Parents:** Pietr and Griet Vos
* Birthday: 24 January 2024
* Language: Australian English (mother tongue), BSL (native speaker), Afrikaans (limited phrases)
* Ethnicity:
* **Nicknames**:
* **Relationships:** Book (friend), Baby (friend),  Jupiter (friend),  Katie (friend),  Morgan (sometime friend), Andrea (sometime caregiver), Charlie (adoptive aunt), Miss Carter (teacher),  Fiona (tester),  Lightcap (tester),  Jackson (adoptive uncle), Logan (adoptive uncle), Chuck (adopted brother), Dafne (aunt), Val (paternal grandfather), Rianne (paternal grandmother), Isaac (maternal grandfather)
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:**
* **Distinguishing marks:**
* **Accessories:**
Flour

CptnJEJones: we have decided to postpone house until tomorrow.

CKDarling: y?

CptnJEJones: CUPCAKES.

CptnJEJones: CINNAMON ROLLS.

CptnJEJones: general baking

Charlie giggles around her lunch.

Juliet peers over her thermos.

Charlie shows her.

Juliet regrets that mouthful of tea.

CKDarling: yuuum. have fun!

Charlie wheels around the final corner, hits the garage door opener, and coasts onto the driveway. She rolls Hush into the garage, clicks the remote again, and tucks her bike up beside the car, then takes a moment at the door to check for nearby activity.

Which, in this case, includes shushing and scuffling.

Charlie opens the door.

"Tada!" proclaims a flour-y, frosting and dough-covered Book.

"Tada!" proclaims an equally flour-y, frosting and dough-covered Jackson.

Charlie stifles a giggle.

"Again!" shouts Book.

"Tada!" proclaims Jackson.

"There appear to be two ghostly things where I would expect my husband and child."

"Ghost!" Book punctuates with a hop.

"Ghosts will go shower and bathe and then greet you properly," Jackson suggests.

"Shower, bath?" Charlie points to him and then herself.

"Sounds good." Jackson scoops up Book. "Onwards!"

Charlie giggles, follows.

Jackson turns suddenly. "Flour power!"

"Fowur power!"

Jackson kisses her cheek.

Book kisses her other cheek.

Charlie gets a little flour-y.

Jackson and Book grin.

Charlie does, too. "Bathtime for both of you! Shoo!"
Fawn

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The reluctant mother.

## Brief biography

A Sydney Jaeger Fly and protégée of Nate's, Fawn crosses the PPDC's—specifically Drift Science's—radar when she becomes pregnant after a tryst with Kyle Harris, the right-hemisphere pilot of *Halcyon Cobra*.

Although she has every intention of terminating the pregnancy, DriftSci approaches her at her women's clinic appointment and she accepts a generous payment to carry the fetus to term. She is brought to the DCaMP facility in California where she meets Blossom before giving birth to a daughter (who is adopted by an Australian family) in the first half of 2024.

## Relationships

* Nate (mentor), Blossom (fellow DCaMPer)
000 Nanny

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 Timing
 Arc / track

Beans're now settled on the couch with a snack, movie, toys, blankets and Charlie has to stop herself from adding all their plushies because they're actually pretty cheerful and it's not like all the distractions in the world would make this any better 'cause Jackson['s gone.]

Nanny.

She has to tell Nanny.

Charlie feels ... comforted.

She kisses Baby's head, kisses Book's head—

Book kisses her right back.

—and picks up the landline.

The phone rings twice.

""Hello?""

"Hi, Nanny," Charlie greets thickly.

""Charlie? What happened?""

Swallows. "Jackson wasn't home when I got back and the door was kicked in."

Baby aims for a car.

""Have the police arrived?""

Charlie hands it over. "Not yet."

""How're the beans?""

Car goes in Baby's mouth.

Charlie takes it out. "They had an underwear bath."

"Underwear!" coos Book.

""I'll be right over.""

Charlie wipes her eyes. "Thanks, Nanny."

""Not at all, Charlie. Kiss the tykes for me?""

"Shall do."

""Take care, love.""

"See you soon."

The line disconnects.

"Did you hear, guys? Nanny's coming over," says Charlie.

"Really?" shouts Book.

Baby waves a car.

"Inside voice."

Book's nose wrinkles. "Is she bringing Dad?"

"We're not sure where Dad is, but she's going to help." She exhales, leans against on the armrest.

"Sit, Mummy!" chirps Book, patting what [constitutes] the middle of the couch to Book's little arms.

"Right." Smiles self-deprecatingly, clears a spot, perches on the edge of couch, stares at the movie without seeing it.
Bounce

## Meta

Timing: ~2029, when the youngest fluffles would be about five

Setting: the Chakoleigh bedroom, The Village

## Text

Mako partially surfaces from sleep.

Why?

Raleigh's clinging to her waist, his breathing deep and even.

Chuck's back is pressed against her side, snoring his painfully cute Max-like snuffle-snore.

Her body's fine; she's warm, muscles pleasantly sore, not hungry, no need for the washroom.

So wh--?

Outside the door!

Scuffling.

Giggles.

Shushing.

The knob rattles the /**tiniest** bit.

Mako wiggles an arm free of Raleigh's octopus grip, pushes--

The door flies open and a tumble of curly-haired children burst in, pile onto the foot of the bed, giggling and bouncing excitedly.

"Good morning good morning good morning!"

Oh! The redhead's there, too.

Chuck grumbles and Raleigh sorta lifts his head and squints.

"Good morning," Mako greets sleepily, gives Raleigh a bit more duvet.

"Mum and Dad are making pancakes for breakfast!" squeals the biggest blond.

"With blackberry jam!" adds another.

"Sounds delicious," says Mako.

Chuck checks the clock--six A.M.--and grumbles.

Mako smooths his bedhead.

Raleigh rolls onto his back, forces himself to sit up, rubs his eyes.

Chuck grumbles some more.

A blond giggles, points.

"Your hair's all funny," explains a brunet.

Chuck glares.

The giggly blond sticks out a tiny pink tongue, ducks behind Sean.

"Were you guys having sex?" chirps a blond.

Chuck splutters.

"Yes," says Mako.

"Knew it," smugs Anni.

Another blond says, "Mum said we shouldn't have sex 'til we're older."

"Griet's very smart," Mako agrees.

"I'm gonna have sex with Book when I'm older," Fenna declares.

Baby frowns.

Rika says, "Book doesn't work that way."

Fenna crosses her arms and pouts.

"You little menaces pick my lock again?" grumps Chuck.

Jupiter beams. "I did it! Fastest time yet!"

Mako and Raleigh snicker.

Chuck heaves a long-suffering sigh, mutters, "I'm gonna /**kill** Buttercup."

Baby scoffs.

Chuck fixes Baby with his best death glare.

Baby responds in kind.

Raleigh jabs Chuck's side.

Chuck doesn't blink.

Neither does Baby.

"Chuck, you're having a staring contest with a second grader." Bright blue eyes twinkle. "And you're losing."

Chuck turns the glare on Raleigh.

Raleigh bats his eyelashes.

Mako and the kids giggle.

""Pencakes a' ready!"" calls Griet.

The kids squeal, tumble off the bed, shoot from the room.

[more grumbling from the adults and then something else happens for a conclusion.]
Anni Vos

Anniek Vos is Griet and Pietr's second child.

* **Full name:** Anniek Rianne Vos
* **Pronouns:** she-her-hers
* **Height:**
* **Build:**
* **Hair:** Pale blond, curly
* **Eyes:** Blue
* **Lifemate, Children:**N/A
* **Sibling(s):** Izzy, Rika, Fenna
* **Parents:** Pietr, Griet
* **Birthday:** 1 November 2019
* **Language:** Australian English (mother tongue), BSL (native speaker), Afrikaans (basic understanding)
* **Ethnicity:** White South African (Australian citizenship)
* **Nicknames:**
	+ Anni: Everyone
* **Relationships:** Book (friend), Baby (friend), Jupiter (friend), Andrea (sometime caregiver), Miss Carter (teacher), Fiona (tester), Caitlin (tester), Jackson (adoptive uncle), Logan (adoptive uncle), Chuck (adopted brother), Dafne (aunt),Val (paternal grandfather), Rianne (paternal grandmother), Isaac (maternal grandfather)
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:** wears her hair in beribboned pigtails and braids
* **Distinguishing marks:**
Late, Early

Charlie floats into the family room, settles lightly on the couch next to Jackson.

He finishes cuing their game, smiles. "Why're you grinning like that?"

"Like what?" She drapes herself around his shoulder.

"Like you're planning to humiliate me or are generally up to no good."

She presses closer, smile stretching to face-aching proportions.

"Okaaaaay. Now you're making me nervous."

Charlie kisses his cheek. "Hold out your hand."

Jackson looks dubious, but does.

She places a small box on his palm, chirps, "Happy birthday!"

"Little early."

"Too good to wait." Nuzzles his neck. "Open it."

Ribbon and wrapping fall away.

She counts two of his heartbeats through the pulse at his throat.

"This ... this is a positive test."

"Got it in one, Jones."

"We can use the sparklers again!"

Charlie huffs against his neck and pulls back. "That's what you take out of this?"

Jackson grins.

"What is it with you and those things?"

"They're all sorts of funny colours and they're sparkly and I keep expecting one of us to pee glitter."

"The father of my child is mentally a pre-teen."

"I like the sound of that, too."

She turns his face to her, kisses him.

Jackson happily returns it, rests his hands on her hips.

Charlie makes a happy sound, pushes him over onto his back—

"So glad we sprang for the extra-padded armrests," he murmurs against her mouth, drawing her into his lap.

She hums, cuddles up.

"We're gonna be parents."

"Right on the nose." She pecks his.

Jackson rests a hand on her belly. "Hey, bean. Can't wait to meet you."

She beams.
Cliche

## Meta

**Timing:** after Logan's been at the Shatterdome for a while

**Setting:** some dark recess of the 'Dome, in an elevator

## Text

Bubbles and Logan are alone when the slightly out-of-the-way lift shudders to a stop.

"If this were a cliché, we would hook up," points out Bubbles.

Logan scoffs.

"Wouldn't mind being cliché."

Logan rolls his eyes.

"Seriously, Buttercup, you know I'm up for it." Leers. "Or down for it, whatever you want."

"I /**want** out of this lift," sighs Logan.

"Aww ... you're hurting my feelings, here, just a little."

Logan snorts, fishes in a pocket, drops to his knees—

"I thought you weren't—"

—Unscrews the cover on the lift's wiring panel.

"Oh." Bubbles cocks her head. "What're you doing?"

"Triggering the emergency descent. Drops us to the lowest floor and opens the doors." Touches two wires to each other.

Sparks and the lift jolts to life.

Logan hops to his feet, dusts off his trousers.

"You're a handy one to have around."

Logan grins and tips an imaginary hat.

.

Meanwhile, the matchmakers in DriftSci apply palms to faces.
Just a Game

## Meta

**Date:** shortly after "Intruder"

**Setting:** Jackson's flat, Summer Hill, Sydney, NSW, Australia

## Text

Jackson unlocks the door to his flat, hangs up his keys, steps out of his shoes.

Music and monstrous roars sound from the living room.

Jackson strolls in, studies the screen for a beat. "Is that my save?"

"Yea. Didn't feel like starting from scratch."

"You- you- you /**fucker**!" spits Jackson. "Charlie and I were playing that together!"

Logan shrugs. "I got you through the next five levels."

"I'm gonna /**kill** you!" Dives onto the couch, hands clawing for Logan's throat

Taps pause, tosses the controller. "Jesus, Jack, it's just a game." Holds Jackson at bay with hands and feet.

"It's not— We were—"

Logan pushes Jackson off him and onto the floor.
Bubbly Book

The guard buzzes Charlie through (she doesn't like the look of their smile) and she strolls into the yard as casually as she can.

Sweep of the playground nets Jackson, Baby dozing in his arms, smiling and chatting with a blond, but no Book or Logan.

Charlie swallows, stays calm, and then Jackson sees her and lights up like a fireworks display and everything's okay.

Jackson leads the blond over.

And there's Book, happy as a clam in their arms.

"Your kids are /**adorable**," they gush.

"Thank you," replies Charlie.

"Darling, this is Ranger Macrossan, she-her-hers, /*Whiskey Juno'*s oh-one. Quinn, this is my super-awesome, amazing wife, Charlie, she-her-hers, too."

Quinn bows carefully around Book (who giggles). "I've heard so much about you--"

Jackson goes pink but smiles proudly.

"--it's great to finally meet the most-awesome Charlie!"

Charlie inclines her head. "It's good to meet you, too."

"I knew Logan back in the day, too, actually."

"Pretty hair," remarks Book.

"Aww, thanks, kiddo!"

"Where /**is** Logan?" Charlie asks Jackson.

Quinn replies, "He's locked down with a case of 'hit-an-MP-in-the-face-itis'. So," she bounces Book, "I asked if I could fill in."

"Like mine better," adds Book.

Quinn laughs, Charlie smiles, Baby snoozes.
Moar Voslings

And there's probably a betting pool among Pietr's crew of mechanics on if or when another fluffle will arrive.

Will another fluffle arrive? XD

I haven't seen another one, but, like you said, it doesn't seem like birth control works on Vosses. XD

\*snork\* I wonder who won how much when Rika or Fenna showed up XD

I wonder if the odds and pool were larger for Fenna ... families with four kids aren't that common now and probably wouldn't be in a world with a screwed economy like this universe's.

That is a very good point. (Thoughts about Pietr having a stable job but I dont think the crew'd put that much thought into it XD )

Folks who know the etymology of his surname (it's derived from 'fox') joking it should probably be 'Haas' (Afrikaans for 'rabbit'; or 'Konijn' the Dutch equivalent)

"Sure you didn't just mis-lip read your last name? It could be 'Hass', ay?"
::Haha--:: Pietr frowns. ::You may have a point.::

\*snork\* <bubble-bursting: of course he's seen it written, too. XD>

That... \*attempts to justify\* \*fails\* is a good point.

That aside, Pietr would probably roll with it and turn it into a joke. maybe something about the name getting messed up when his family left the Old country.

And that Hallowe'en, the entire family dresses up like bunnies!

YES. Yes, they do. And the entire neighborhood is rendered goop.

As am I XD
Awake

## Meta

**Timing:** 27 June 2022

**Setting:** Undisclosed PPDC location, central Sydney

## Text

Jackson peels his eyes open, groans, blinks groggily.

That's not his ceiling.

"Evening, sunshine," drawls a familiar voice that Jackson hasn't heard for months because—

"Kids!" Jackson lunges across the room and shit, shouldn't have done that, momentum carries him— "The kids! Where're—"

Logan pries Jackson's fingers from his shirt. "Probably still at your place."

"Charlie's— Derek's—" Jackson sways upright.

"Sit—"

"They're— Charlie's—" Rounds on Logan. "How long was I—" Not 'black', uh—

"I dunno, an—"

"If I'm not there, no one's there; they're alone—"

"Jack. It's six. Charlie's back by now so your beans aren't alone."

Jackson exhales, slumps onto the other bunk, scrubs his face.

"Haven't you seen this movie, like, a hundred times?" Logan flops [down], pillows his head with his hands.

Jackson scowls.

"Best I gather, we're in a basement."

"No shit."

"Probably still in Sydney. Central, judging by the racket I heard on the way in." He sighs. "Remember anything about getting here?"

"Three guys ... riot police-ish? Um. Front door. They—" Swooshes his arm. "Door. Kicked it in." Glares at Logan. "Something about you."

"Sorta."

"'Sorta'. How 'sorta'?"

"Here. Catch." Logan flicks his wrist.

Jackson snatches something shiny out of the air.

His wedding ring.

"Keep it in your pocket," says Logan. "Got the fresh shiner reclaiming it."

"The fuck's going on?"

The door's bolt retracts.

"Think you're about to find out."
Mal Iyengar

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Ed's connection at the penthouse hotel

* **Full name:** Mallory Iyengar
* **Pronouns:** She-her-hers
* **Height:**5'4"
* **Build:** Very thin
* **Hair:** Black, straight, to mid-back
* **Eyes:** Dark brown
* **Lifemate, Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):**
* **Parents:**
* **Birthday:** 1995
* **Language:** Tamil (mother tongue), Australian English (native speaker), Hindi (native speaker)
* **Ethnicity:** 2nd generation Indian immigrant
* **Nicknames:**
	+ Mal: almost everyone
* **Text ID:**
* **Relationships:** Ed (tip receiver), Logan (treater-to-dinner)
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:**
* **Distinguishing marks:**
Cavalry

## Meta

**Timing:** 27 June 2022, after "000 Nanny"

**Setting:** the 1st Darling-Jones house

## Text

""Charlie?""

"Nanny!" Book's off like a shot.

Charlie oozes to her feet.

Nanny appears, Book burbling away in her arms.

"Hi, Nanny," murmurs Charlie.

"Sit down, please, love. You don't look well." Nanny smiles kindly. "Understandably so."

Charlie melts back onto the sofa, gathers up Baby.

Nanny settles Book higher on her hip—

Book nuzzles her neck.

"The police will figure out what happened. Jackson'll be back before you know it."

Charlie nods absently.

"Have any of you eaten yet?"

Charlie shakes her head.

"Then we'll just have to fix that, won't we, Booklet?"

"Alphabet soup!"

"Alphabet soup it is." Puts an arm around Charlie's head. "Sit tight, love, everything'll work itself out." Smiles at Book. "Except supper. Shall we?"

"Supper!"