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[iparkedmycar]

He's settling in pretty well. He hasn't really ventured out of the compound that much, and he sees Nicki a lot, because she kind of reminds him of her mom, even though she's too young. He sleeps a lot, and he's sporting a faint sunburn across the bridge of his nose. The fucking clothes box hasn't been giving him anything but Club Vandersexxxx t-

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[sluttylyingliar]

Okay, so a red, spangly stripper outfit is cliche. Rachel gets it. It's beyond cliche. But it's an undeniable fact that Rachel look damn good in both red and rhinestones and the white gogo boots do nothing but pull the whole thing together. Brooke had taught her some simple stitches and now the thing fits like a slutty, slutty glove. She admires herself once more in her full length mirror before stepping back to admire the full effect. She doesn't even get out a shriek as the floor drops out from underneath her and she's slammed face first into...shit. Oh shit that hurt. A branch? Shit she's in a tree. She's in a goddamn tree! Her face is stinging and throbbing and she's in a tree and okay it's not a tall tree but what in fiery hell just happened? Her hands slip a few times on the wet branch as she manages to croak out a weak yell for help.

[wildlyconflictd]

This is most assuredly not what Pepper needed today.

It happens so quickly that for a long, tense moment Pepper can't react at all. She'd been stepping into Tony's workshop, fresh cup of coffee in hand, but then was suddenly and thoroughly drenched, red hair immediately plastered to her forehead and over her eyes, tall heels giving way against soft, muddy ground. She can't even speak, really, mouth open in disbelief and outrage, cup still in her hand, now collecting rainwater instead of coffee.

One thing Pepper isn't, however, is stupid enough to simply stand there. Blinking, she peels the hair from her eyes and peers into the watery onslaught. It's so difficult to be sure, but there doesn't seem to be anything she recognizes-

That was a human voice, she's absolutely certain of it.

"Hello?" she calls, stepping gingerly in the direction of the sound, mug still in hand as if it's remotely useful, now.

[onceaqueen]

Rickon had been playing with his blocks on the floor, which as everyone knows is a favourite way for small boys stuck inside from the rain to pass the time. He was not so much playing with them as he was building them up as high as he could reach and knocking them down again to make a splendid crash.

But this time, when he knocked down his blocks, instead of a great crashing noise he was no longer in the house, but in the pouring rain, with Wolf and Blanket shoved under one arm and his cup in the other hand.

Rickon was an adventurous boy. He loved to run away when Mother wasn't looking, only to have Aunt Arya or Uncle Edmund or Papa Jack or Mister Niko bring him back again. But it is one thing to run off on one's own and quite another to be dropped into the pouring rain without even a bite of breakfast.

So Rickon did what any other two year old boy would do in this situation, and began to cry.

[iparkedmycar]

Someone's yelling and there's a kid crying and Cooper walks towards those noises, sneakers squelching miserably in the rain, cornflakes still in hand. What he comes across is a toddler standing on his own with a cup in his hand and what looks really really like a stripper stuck in a tree.

He squints up through the rain and then looks down at the kid. He instinctively sets down his cereal and bends, reaching out to the kid.

"Rachel? Is that you? What the..." He checks himself at the last minute. "What are you doing up there?"