Multi-pup post!

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Stephen Bell has taken over much of the Cooper living room, and is buried in blueprints and choice pieces of salvage metal which are starting to take the shape of complicated switchboards and ridiculously powerful engines. Tremble in your robot boots, Jetstorm, because Vader II is rising Frankenstein's monster-like from the wreckage.

Gabriel Gray is outside again, reading again, under a tree again. Got to make the most of the weather now it's warming up for spring.

Intuition is necking in the tall grass continuing in her quest to explore the farm and its various residents.

Hibym a Jona is, shockingly, in the kitchen; today she is exploring the possibilities offered by that delicacy known as Welsh Rarebit In Huge Quantities.

Bayami is floating about in the stratosphere, waiting for the weather to change.

And a strange and unusual and really quite hungry-looking plant has found its way down to the kraken pond, where it sits in its pot and ponders the water. If it was (a) sentient and (b) on a strict diet of human bits (both of which suggestions are of course ridiculous), one might almost think that it's looking for a kindred spirit. Alas, it has not discovered ham.

The mun asks only that you mention who you're tagging. Have at!

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[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

"Whatcha readin'?" a young girl asks in a friendly way as she wanders by Gabe's tree. She's kept some distance between them - enough so that she can run with enough of a head start if he gets up. She's wearing a spring jacket a few sizes too big.

She's also got the teensy power of being able to see the dead and receive visions of the past and future (all powers spotty, vague, unformed, young as she herself is), if Gabriel looks at her long enough to sense anything about her.

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

Is Marie with her? Because lord knows a ghost could cause some headaches.

Meanwhile: oh, no. A child.

...Come on, Gabriel, you're trying to be sociable, retreat with novel notwithstanding. What would people think of Inty if her boyfriend (the word still provokes a thrill) was a social reject?

"This," he says amiably, displaying a blue slab of a book with a title that may or may not be a misspelling of 'dragon'. Gabriel's gotten through most of the more reputable reads available in the Cooper home.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Like Bridgette would wander about and leave her little sister alone? Bridgette glances behind her every so often.

"It any good?" Bridge asks curiously. It does not, after all, look like it has pictures.

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

Gabriel glances too, but achieves nothing more than a vague and unsettling impression of there being a mechanism somewhere about that's kept going without actually deigning to retain cogs or springs or similar workaday necessities. What the...?

In answer to your question, Bridge: "It's..."

...actually, pulling a face and tilting his free hand slightly in a so-so gesture will speak more than mere words ever could.

(Now he's noticed her, at least for a given value of 'notice', his eyes keep going back to the general area which Marie occupies and being confused when there's nothing there. Are you going to make him bother Inty about this?)

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Bridgette nods, sympathetic. "It didn't look too great," she confides.

Bridgette is used to ignoring confused glances (and ignoring why everyone keeps asking who she's talking to), and continues on with the conversation regardless.

"You should try Darla in Danger - those books are amazing." For six-year olds.

(Apparently?)

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

(In that case, bothering in progress!

...oh.

...oh.

Okay, so Gabriel's not a natural purveyor of sympathy, but. Um. That and slight weirding out of which he is, apparently, still capable are the major motives for going in for a longer look around the general-Marie-area.)

"I don't think I've read them," he offers, whilst the narration winces and hopes that Bridgette is not offended by talking-to-children voices. "What are they about?"

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Speaking of Intuition.

She's approaching from the house.

Not in sight yet, but in present company, does that really matter?

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Bridgette, in fact, is a bit touchy about those sorts of voices. Ariel used them on her all the time. She's also a bit confused at the general Marie glancingness from Gabe, because it's going on for longer than it usually does with people.

"That's my sister," she says suddenly, watching Gabe with an intense, hopeful look.

Can he see her? Can someone finally see her?

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

The honest answer would be no, but Gabriel is being assaulted by impressions of Bridgette crying into a rainbowy arm, and he kind of doesn't want to be the instigator of a repeat performance.

"I..."

Then again, he's fairly sure that saying he can see her would bite him in the ass sooner rather than later, in the form of being expected to talk to her or something.

"...not exactly," he admits.

Oh thank God, Inty's coming to save him.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"He can tell where she is," the rainbow girl explains. "Hello, Bridge."

Hello to you too, Gabriel. Has she mentioned lately that she loves you? Because: ♥.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny approaches the guy with the blueprints with a gleam in his eye. "Whacha got there kiddo?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Good grief, a talking rabbit.

In deference to the time he's spent in this universe, adopting kraken and talking to robots and so forth, Steve doesn't actually vocalise this. Though that may also be because he's so engrossed in a certain corner of a certain blueprint (it's a particularly complicated part, and there are so many rubbings-out that you can see the colour of the table through the paper) that you probably couldn't surprise him from it with a giant purple singing dinosaur.

"Building a fighter jet," he explains absently. "Dunno, though, should I drop the missiles? Could be dead weight..." It is primarily for a race, after all.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Depends on what yer using it for. If you plan to engage in a dogfight, missiles are very important. Especially heat seeking nuclear warheads." The Bunny gnaws his foot. "But that's just my experience."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Well, he has always enjoyed building heat-seeking...

...hang on.

"You have much experience of that kind of thing?"

Being a rabbit and all. Not that he's judging!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Some. Used to be an ace hand at dog fights, but my plane went down with all the power, so it's back to hand-to-hand for me." He shrugs. "No problems there."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

Steve!

Have a huggly sneak-attack, courtesy Gabriel.

It is huggly. Also stealthful.

<3

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Now that's a distraction of which Steve can approve!

The narration is assuming that stealthful sneak-attacks require huggling to be directed from behind, but that doesn't mean Steve can't snug Gabriel's arms. And highly snuggable arms they are, too. Oh yes.

His grin is directed not around, but up, so that the bespectacled face above him appears to be suffering from a case of upside-downness. 'Up' is a direction in which Steve often finds himself looking, with Gabriels. It's practically habit, by now.

"Hey, you."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you, too," he says. Somewhat foolishly. Steve tends to make him foolish. It's a thing.

"Jet blueprints?"

Looks like! Has he mentioned you're awesome, Steve? Because you are.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Hey, he's only returning the favour!

"Resurrecting Vader," Steve explains, in a tone of voice which could be also legitimately be used for a proposal of marriage or the opening of a particularly pleasing birthday present.

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

"You are completely brilliant, you know that?"

Genius is so a turn-on. Witness the nuzzling. There is nuzzling. 'Cos Steve is a genius. Yep.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

...to be brutally honest, he's less of a genius when there is nuzzling going on, because the brain is suddenly second on the blood-flow priority list. Not that this makes him object to said nuzzling, oh no. The rolling of the head is a clue to this.

"I try," he says happily.

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

"Mm," says Gabriel, because at the moment his speech apparatus is a little busy nibbling on Stephen's ear. It is a good ear. Gabriel approves of it.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Aah, he always goes for the ear. Does he have an intuitive understanding of the workings of the human body? Did he make a lucky guess one time that he was observant enough to repeat? The world may never know. It's really the result that matters here, ne?

"I'm -- m -- mm -- never going to finish this if you do that." Oddly, it does not sound in any way as if he is complaining.

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

Gabriel laughs softly and disengages for a moment to move around the couch so he can sit beside his boyfriend properly.

His boyfriend. Rly. :D!

Wrapping an arm around Steve's shoulders and kissing him lightly on the temple: "Somehow I don't think you'd mind."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"You have me there," he admits readily, edging right up close.

And he didn't even need an Intuition to work it out! Gabriel wins!