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Room 302, Sunday Morning
Apr. 17th, 2016 10:40 amAlana had a kid this weekend, and the kid was weird. For one thing, she wouldn't take off this stupid baseball cap -- which was extra-weird for a kid who came from a planet without baseball. She'd even fallen asleep with one hand holding it tight to her head so it wouldn't come off.
For another, the girl couldn't or wouldn't give a straight answer to any of Alana's questions. Alana couldn't figure out if the kid was lying or just very dense, but it made her uneasy. Honestly, if it wasn't for the wings and the fact she was named for Alana's favorite librarian from back on Landfall, Alana wouldn't have been sure Hazel was hers at all.
They were playing a card game now as Alana made another attempt at figuring out who exactly the girl was.
"So your dad's from Cleave," she said, rubbing her cards together. "Do you have any sevens?"
"No, go fish" Hazel answered. "And he's not from there, I was born there."
"And then we left."
"Uh-huh. With Izabel in a spaceship. Are you going to take your cards or can I have your turn?"
Alana finally drew the cards and shook her head. "And you won't tell me where we went."
"Don't remember," Hazel answered. "I was way little. All I remember is, I took dance classes and Dad wore bandages 'cause he didn't want us to get in trouble. But you worked all the time and somebody threw groceries and then Granny and me left." She frowned. "And we were lost, but then you finded me, and now you keep saying we're always always always going to be together. Except I fell into the blue thing. Are you mad? And do you have any kings?"
"I'm not mad, just confused," Alana promised, and sighed as she handed over her King of Clubs to a satisfied-looking Hazel. "Very, very confused."
Things were likely to go on like this for a while.
[OOC: Closed door, open post.]
For another, the girl couldn't or wouldn't give a straight answer to any of Alana's questions. Alana couldn't figure out if the kid was lying or just very dense, but it made her uneasy. Honestly, if it wasn't for the wings and the fact she was named for Alana's favorite librarian from back on Landfall, Alana wouldn't have been sure Hazel was hers at all.
They were playing a card game now as Alana made another attempt at figuring out who exactly the girl was.
"So your dad's from Cleave," she said, rubbing her cards together. "Do you have any sevens?"
"No, go fish" Hazel answered. "And he's not from there, I was born there."
"And then we left."
"Uh-huh. With Izabel in a spaceship. Are you going to take your cards or can I have your turn?"
Alana finally drew the cards and shook her head. "And you won't tell me where we went."
"Don't remember," Hazel answered. "I was way little. All I remember is, I took dance classes and Dad wore bandages 'cause he didn't want us to get in trouble. But you worked all the time and somebody threw groceries and then Granny and me left." She frowned. "And we were lost, but then you finded me, and now you keep saying we're always always always going to be together. Except I fell into the blue thing. Are you mad? And do you have any kings?"
"I'm not mad, just confused," Alana promised, and sighed as she handed over her King of Clubs to a satisfied-looking Hazel. "Very, very confused."
Things were likely to go on like this for a while.
[OOC: Closed door, open post.]
