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[slayer_fray]

Do you know what is awesome?

BUBBLES is awesome.

No, really. See, someone looted (Dinah and Zinda) a factory's worth of liquid soap and sent vast amounts to the farm. Someone else (Steph) knew where to get glycerol and what happens when you add water, liquid siap and glyercol together. And someone else (Sokka) fashioned a bunch of wands of various sizes.

Although, actually, the tennis racket is Loo's favourite.

Mel, Loo and Hana are all out on the grass between bunker and farmhouse with a huge bucket of bubble mix, making a moderate mess.

Bubbles are awesome. Join them.

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[max-friendship.livejournal.com]

Wait what is this

floaty shiny things

ARE THEY OTHER POKEMON?

THIS MUST BE INVESTIGATED!

"...crobat?"

WAIT WAIT WHEN IT HOVERS THEY MOVE AWAY yes air currents!

There is now a giant bat thing trying to chase bubbles.

Come back, bubbles! It just wants to talk to you!

[slayer_fray]

"Crobat!" says Hana joyfully.

She is now more interested in catching Pokemon than bubbles. It happens.

[max-friendship.livejournal.com]

hmm yes can it help y- OH MY GOD WHAT NO IT HAS ALREADY BEEN CAUGHT BY SOMEONE THIS IS NOT ALLOWED ALSO YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO USE POKEBALLS AND NOT YOUR HANDS!

Possibly Hana is dangling in the air now. If she has a good grip on the crobat.

[slayer_fray]

When you have a Mom who never got the memo that three years olds are supposed to be too heavy to throw about, you not only develop a good grip, but you learn to really enjoy it.

"WWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

[max-friendship.livejournal.com]

wawawawawa

oh wait

wait, that's a happy sound, right?

OH IT'S A GAME!

"Crobat!"

Crobat is totally down with games. SWOOPIN TIME!

[slayer_fray]

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Hana's legs flail a little and scrape on the floor before she brings them up, even higher than her head and drops down again.

She's three years old, and not very good at aerodynamics, but she knows how to have fun.

Mel, watching and blowing bubbles with Loo, is apparently the Mom who Knows No Fear.

[max-friendship.livejournal.com]

It possibly also helps that the crobat is used to carrying people much heavier than Hana. (Though generally less flaily.)

It dive-bombs at a cluster of bubbles.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

"Ahem."

Solemnly, almost nobly, Sokka approaches with hands behind his back. He looks at his tiny nieces and their squealing play for a moment, then sits gracefully beside them. His chin lifts slightly and he frowns, as if their activities are ever so below them.

Then he brings his hands out from behind his back to show his newest project.

Someone, apparently, has described a bubble gun (http://www.toytent.com/RayGuns/pics/2302-2.jpg) to him.

He proceeds to very solemnly and gracefully blow a ring of bubbles around his sister's head.

[slayer_fray]

Mel raises an eyebrow and proceeds to give her brother a dry look that remains steady throughout the time it takes Hana to hit her mother in the head, once for each bubble, and more for the bubbles she misses or that don't pop.

Loo is already trying to prise the gun out of her uncle's hands.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka lifts it over his head (not all the way, just enough out of Loo's reach) and continues putting bubbles around Mel's head solemnly.

See? He can do FrozenExpression-TryingNotToLaugh just as good.

[slayer_fray]

Loo would like to see him try that while she attempts to climb up him. Or is that pull his arm down? And it requires grabbing his arm near the shoulder and pulling while kicking him in the hips, it could be either.

Mel attempts to grab Hana's hands, but grabbing one just means she gets hit with the other. Considering Mel is known to be faster and stronger than most mother's, let alone her own children, you'd think she'd be better at stopping this if she really wanted to.

"You want anything?" she asks accusingly.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka is not really more physically -er than most uncles, but he still manages not to look too perturbed about being climbed (though his free hand is making sure Loo's feet don't kick anything but his hip). He leans to the side as she climbs him at about a forty-five degree angle and focuses on putting bubbles in Mel's hair instead.

"No, I'm okay, thanks."

[slayer_fray]

Every bubble that reaches Mel's hair is popped, and then Hana focuses on trying for the ones going for Mel's hair. This means that soon Sokka isn't the only one being climbed, because the space between him and his sister is filled with bubbles and the occasional grabby hands trying to take the bubbles.

Loo is definitely climbing, now. Getting herself up is proving easier than getting hs arm down.

"Really? 'Cause it seems like you're asking for something."

[no-guardian-i.livejournal.com]

Ichigo has just come from the farmhouse, in fact. He's discovered that the easiest way to help out here and not make his abilities known is to clean, and (in his humble opinion) he kicks ass at that anyways, so it works well for him. He's leaving the farmhouse, mop and empty bucket carried over his shoulder, when he spots the trio blowing bubbles.

Which, by the way, is a very strange thing to see in a place like this.

"Having fun?" Ichigo is tentative about talking to Mel (the children make him nervous) since their first meeting, but he's been here a while now and he doesn't want to seem like some weird, quiet stranger to absolutely everybody on the farm. He's made his way over but keeps a respectable distance for the moment, not wanting to approach uninvited.

He's not so great at acting casual these days. Or ever.

[slayer_fray]

That's OK. Mel has more than enough casual to share. She swings the racket around towards him, leaving trails of bubble clusters in her wake, and grins.

"Think this is the most fun we've had in ever, right, girls?"

Loo is hovering around her Mom's legs, and offers a wave at the man, before tugging at Mel's arm for more bubbles. Hana toddles over boldly, in case the mop and bucket are toys.

[no-guardian-i.livejournal.com]

Advancing children! Brace for impact.

"Um. Hello." Ichigo doesn't really know what you're supposed to say to kids, seeing as he's never spent much time around them and he was one himself for only a few years. He sets down the bucket when he notices her interest, but it's empty and rather boring if you ask him.

"Where'd you find the stuff to make bubbles? Did you make it?"

[slayer_fray]

That's not going to stop Hana pulling the mop out, though. Just in case the end of the mop turns out to be REALLY INTERESTING. Or maybe hiding a toy in there somewhere. The handle clatters to the ground and knocks the bucket over.

"Yes," she says, but she's not really listening.

Mel smirks, and shrugs to both conmfirm and clarify Hana's answer. "The birds found more soap than we're gonna need for a year. "Figged we could spare some for playtime."

[no-guardian-i.livejournal.com]

"Where'd they find that much soap?"

A sensible person would assume a grocery store or some such place, but Ichigo's head is immediately filled with thoughts of a nearby soap factory. He isn't sure why, but it seems so plausible in his mind. This IS (or was) America, after all. What does he know?

[slayer_fray]

"Warehouse out by the big lakes," says Mel, who's not big on the old names for the Noram States. "Unlooted and fulla soap."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean likes bubbles. He likes them more in, for example, Jacuzzis, but this will do for the moment.

(although he takes care to park the Impala upwind from them. Detergent is a bitch to get off your car when the water pressure sucks basically everywhere.)

"Enjoying yourselves?"

[slayer_fray]

Really? Because Loo thinks Dean should enjoy bubbles the best on his legs, because that's where she's blowing them.

"Yes!" She tells Dean with a proud grin, because she's nearest to him and Hana has to run to get over here.

Mel doesn't run. She just strolls behind her daughter, a soaken tennis racket still in hands.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean isn't sure about leg-bubbles, but he's quite happy to scoop Loo up so she can blow shoulder-bubbles instead. "Looks like it," he agrees, eyeing Mel's tennis racquet warily. "How you doin', Loo-Loo?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel is shocked by Dean's apparent mistrust. SHOCKED.

"Good," Loo says, blowing those shoulder bubbles like predicted. "I makeded bubbas."

Hana reaches Dean, and grabs his legs. She wants up too! "Me me me me me!"

(Mel's not helping him out)

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean grins, shifting Loo to one hand and using the other to pick Hana up by one hand and swing her until she can find a place to cling on.

"You you you you you you you. Geez, you girls, you're getting bigger. Don't you have anyone else to practice climbing on?"

[slayer_fray]

"No," Hana tells him, trying to push Loo away fom his shou;der so she can have them all to herself. Loo refuses to be drawn into it.

"You're the tallest person they know," Mel points out. Not even Sokka's the same height as Dean.