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apocalypsebaby.livejournal.com

Spots has been growing. This isn't so surprising; things tend to grow. And his mommy, after all, was about the size of California.

But it takes food to grow. And he isn't getting enough, and he's huuuuuungry.

Slosh. Slosh. Slosh. This is a kraken about the size of a minibus, including tentacles, oozing up the slope towards the front door of the farm, large eyes fixed on the kitchen door.

eureka-bell.livejournal.com

In an encyclopeda, the axolotl is defined as a Mexican neotenic mole salamanders belonging to the Tiger Salamander complex. In practice, it is something like a cross between Kirby and a Wooper.

At twilight, one reddish-coloured specimen creeps a few centimetres onto the pond's bank. Its splayed-out gills quiver a little in the cool air, then stick together as the axolotl's mouth opens and it hoovers up a couple of hapless ants.

...Steve isn't sure how he's come to this point in his life, to be honest.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is sitting by the lake again, reading. She had a book in her bag when she came here. Oddly enough, it's one of her mother's: Dealing with Unfortunate Circumstances: A Guidebook for Coping by Kim Bauer. It had come out just before she was taken, and she'd intended to read it for a while. No time like the present.

She's not generally one to read self-help. In fact, she's not reading very much of it. She's mostly skimming through the autobiographical part and looking at the pictures. And thinking, mostly.

eureka-bell.livejournal.com

It's a proven scientific fact: jetpacks with windshields look dumb. So in the interests of not actually being crushed by the air resistance, or choking on any unsuspecting bugs, Steve programmed a top speed into his fairly early on in its trial runs. Thus it is that he does not enter the airspace of the Cooper household at a thousand miles an hour; nor does he leave a smoking man-shaped crater on impact. He does, however, speed in at a fair old clip, and land with a thud and an ungainly skid through the soil.

He didn't feel safe, you see, until he was actually standing on the solid earth of the farm.

...He still doesn't, if we're honest. Witness the hunted look and the way he's staring into the sky, though of course if he's been followed this far then there's absolutely nothing he can do.

notanoptimist.livejournal.com

So Mel, babies, and older sister came home last night. Sokka was alerted to this in the middle of the night when Hana woke up and wondered what would happen if she closed her hand around the big noise-maker in the middle of her uncle's face. Since the noise-maker happened to be Sokka's nose and she followed up her exploration by sticking another hand in his wide-open, snoring mouth, what happened was a snorting, choking uncle waking up to the delighted face of his tiniest niece.

Today, however, Steph has stolen Hana for walking practice, and Sokka has stolen Louise for Quality Time. This includes sitting in front of Spots' pond and introducing the Firebending baby to the squid baby.

"Can you say 'hi' to the tiny monster, Loo? Say hi!"

"Hiiiiii!"

"Yay!"

clockwork-son.livejournal.com

Gabriel is trotting back and forth between the kitchen and the kraken pond, feeding Spots delicious ham.

Catch him at either end.

(The trotting is partly because he hopes to encounter Steve on the way. Shhhh.)

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's kind of thinking it's probably actually been more than a few days since she was last here.

She can't figure out times exactly, but man, there's all sorts of people here that've got to have taken more than a few days to arrive. There appears to be a medieval castle and a skyscraper added to Shay's cargo liner. There's a long, low bunker that's some kind of dorm, apparently. And a giant ocean pool thing with something living in it.

Currently, Steph's standing out the back of the Cooper farm exchanging greetings with the baby kraken in the pool.

And the penguins toddling around in the distance.

In the pool, Spots is splashing cheerfully. The temperature doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest; he's waving happily at Steph and she's trying not to be disturbed by his squidliness. Actually, she's more sort of craning to see exactly what he is.

Something. Weird. Interesting. Whatever it is, Steph's sure she'll find out.

eureka-bell.livejournal.com

Long and meaningful discussions have taken place on the subject of ham.

Yes, ham. Ham and its place in the diet of a growing krakenbaby.

Fortunately, there was plenty of ham in the farmhouse kitchen. But in a post-apocolyptic world, who's to say how long the ham will last? There are the number of pigs to think about, as well as whether a sustainable population can be re-established, and storage (a fridge here, but who's to say whether electricity has survived elsewhere?), and a host of other things.

Well, this is the point... one of the points... one of the many points at which Stephen's motto is: experiment!

A sausage is being dangled curiously into the murky water.

apocalypsebaby.livejournal.com

The pool out the back remains murky, and occasionally bubbly. It seems to have acquired a patina of grease.

After some time, the baby kraken hauls itself out, tentacles suctioning on to dry Kansas grass and dirt, and flops, exhausted by the effort, to snooze in the sun by its pool.

His skin is a little less slimy than usual, and his colour has faded somewhat. Those listening might hear the occasional sad whimper of "Mama?"

raisednofool.livejournal.com

Most people were not exactly pleased to find themselves plucked from home and dropped into a new, strange, and dangerous world. Those who were pretty pleased had one thing in common: in one manner or another, they were getting laid.

Needless to say, Angelo is quite pleased with Kansas at the moment.

It doesn't mean he likes the country, though. He's a city boy through and through and Snow Valley had been bad enough, with the nearest Metropolis a few hours drive. Kansas? Post-apocalyptic Kansas? Not so much with the good or fun or interesting.

But there is a boat. And a giant rock bunker. And also a big hole in the ground. None of which are quite as good as, say, a mall or a movie theater or a club, but still something to wander around outside the Cooper house and look at.

lilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.com

There's a pond! Or a little bit of sea, anyway. It's weird.

Though perhaps not as weird as the big earth bunker. Claire met the girl who made the big earth bunker. There was sarcasm, and lots of suspicious question. Claire doesn't think she's liked much in that quarter.

But now she's nowhere near the big earth bunker nor the house with Sylar-who-will-be in it, and out by the pond, sitting near the edge as she re-reads her book on Evolution.

Mr Muggles is crouching at the edge of the pond, occasionally barking at it.

apocalypsebaby.livejournal.com

There is a pool of salt water out the back of the Cooper farm, not too far from the earth dormitory. It wasn't there before, but now it is!

It's impressively deep and murky. But there's a series of bubbles bursting on the surface every so often, and occasional stirrings suggest that there's something living within.

(Spots is delighted with his new home.)

eureka-bell.livejournal.com

It's possible that the Cooper household has seen more bizarre processions than the one currently descending from on high upon it. But it's pretty damn unlikely.

For one thing, we have the girl with the wings made of light and the tentacles made of light and the face made of tired relief that she might actually be able to land now and stop lugging around this stranger and his deep-sea lovechild. Which by amazing co-incidence brings us to Gabriel, the aforesaid stranger (though not quite as strange as her), who is somewhat distracted by the determined snuggles of a wee baby krakenling who woke up some time ago and felt the need to make his presence known. Flying a little way below them, suspended from a wearily humming jetpack, is Steve the Genius, who finds this whole picture somewhat amusing.

So, look out. Here they come.

...

Flatly: "Val, there's a ship in the field. Is there something you should be telling us about this place?"

clockwork-son.livejournal.com

Somewhere on a sandy beach in California, a man is walking.

No, make that two men: one tall and dark-haired and wearing what would be very neat, well-kept clothes, circumstances aside; the other rather short, with curly red hair and dressed in innumerable layers.

...that is, two men and a... well, for lack of better taxonomy they've been calling it a baculite. That went out the window some time ago, however, and now it is mostly known as Spots.

At some point, thank God, they happened upon one of those rockpools Stephen was theorizing about - okay, the airborne scouting helped with that - and managed through chance, luck, and a modicum of cursing (Gabe covered his ears) to dine on raw mussels.

Now Gabriel is beginning to get tired. Carrying a very cuddly shoebox-sized cephalopod in a diaper is tougher than it looks, and he seems to be the default mother here, for some reason - although to be fair, during the interludes when they switch burdens, a shoebox-sized shoebox full of mostly-disassembled clockwork* and a deactivated jetpack** are not exactly a walk in the park by comparison. Also his vest is never going to be the same again.

"We need to find someplace to sleep," he suggests after a long silence, yawning. "And... I hate to say this... change Spots. Do you think you could fly up for another look? See if you can find... anything resembling civilization, or at least shelter?"

*Not, for the record, very cuddly at all.

**Ditto.

apocalypsebaby.livejournal.com

It's the end of the world.

Of course the kraken is waking.

Waking ... and waddling helplessly up the rocky shore it finds itself on, looking around with big blue eyes and starting to sniffle helplessly and pitifully.

"Mama? Maaaaamaaa?"

This world is big an' scary an' horrible an' it wants its mama an' it wants its cozy undersea home and waaaaaaaaaaaah!

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