http://wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-03-13 02:37 pm

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Thanks to Will, Bridgette has a box of crayons and is putting them to good use.

She's lying on her tummy in the Cooper living room, drawing. A few pictures are scattered around: a blonde-haired girl riding a green and red horse with a huge blue horn. A big tree with black, jagged leaves (or are they birds?), with large red lumps underneath it. Something that might be a lizard, striped and spotted with every colour in the crayon box, floating on a cloud. A man in a green hat with his hand on the shoulder of a young boy with bright red hair. A rainbow.

She's staring thoughtfully at a blank sheet of paper. Possibly the artist does not mind being interrupted.

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-13 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
And there is a Bunny, fresh off the plane, hopping closer to the little girl, sniffing. See, one of those programs that got written into him was a soft spot for kids. They're just so cute and impressionable!

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-13 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The bunny leans into her touch. "Heya kiddo."

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-13 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Better protection. Less area to be shot at." What? it's true.

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-15 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Telemarketers. Bodyguards. Sensible people." He peers at her drawings. "Whacha drawin' kiddo?"

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-16 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why ya usin red?" He ganws on his foot absently, still studying the other pictures.

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-17 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
The gnawing means his thought programs are working. "What's all this other stuff?"

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-17 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"A lizard that can destroy the world?" He peers more intently at that picture. "Know where I can find this bugger?"

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-17 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, shucks." The Bunyn sits back, peering up at her. "So, what's yer name?"

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-18 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm just The Bunny. Or Mister Bunny."

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a lot older then ten kid. Try ten 100's, multiplied by 2." He looks good for his age.

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The Bunny chuckles at the image. "Can I take this with me kiddo?"

[identity profile] misterbunny.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He grins, getting a grip on it. "Thanks kiddo! I'll put this up somewhere special." and off he hops.

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Previous comment, while hilarious, was probably ill-advised. Going with this version.

There's a woman walking through the wall.

She pauses to stare, really quite rudely, at Bridge.

It's almost like she thinks she's invisible.

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"--you can see me?"

Huh.

"That your kid sister?"

A nod to Marie, who-- well, ghosts have a way of noticing other ghosts. It's a thing.

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Great.

"I'm dead, kid. Most people can't."

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Snort.

"Me too, believe me. It's--" okay, language, Alice, language-- "really damn boring, for one."

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Marie's sleeping," she points out.

And then frowns.

"--wait, ghosts sleep? I don't."

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Forgive Alice. She's having a slow day.

Headtilt?

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
...well. Shit.

Good job on that one, Cooper.

...



...





"...Sorry."

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
So she can't touch the kid, but she can crouch down and do her best at a hug, wrapping her arms around the space Bridge occupies and trying not to pass right through her.

Alice's presence isn't cold. It's like being hugged by a warm breeze, almost.

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She sits back and shakes her head, a little sadly.

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Marie gets a look.

What Alice would be saying, if she weren't busy: I can't go, you idiot, your sister needs me.

[identity profile] alyikui.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She goes-- vanishing in a flicker of light and warmth.

[identity profile] npwa.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Lenore... has been feeling sick.

Very sick. (And she knows why.)

Some days are better than others, though, and today is one of her better days.

And really, she'd rather be around the weird kid right now than the even weirder adults. She also hasn't seen Bridge in... a very long time, so it can't hurt to check up on her.

(Alright. Lenore has a soft spot. Shut up.)

"Hey."

[identity profile] npwa.livejournal.com 2008-03-14 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
... well.

That's really not what Lenore expected.

Shoving her hands into her pockets, she eyes the child.

Leaning against the wall, she asks: "What's wrong?"