Room #410, Saturday Morning

[notafairmaiden]

Gwynn was awake, she often was awake early.

Today, she was laying on the bed with her notebook, trying to write a letter home. Only this time, there was nothing that had happened that was weird this week, so the leter wasn't hard to write.

Fandom decided to mess with that.

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[orbingarcher]

It didn't take Javelin long to get up to the dorms; she had her Daddy's speed, after all, but whenever she asked him how come the two of them were lots faster than most people he made funny twisty faces and eventually told her to ask her Uncle Ethan when she was a lot older.

By amazing coincidence, she just happened to find herself outside of room 410 when she decided to stop and pound on it with both fists.

Very, very rapidly.

[notafairmaiden]

Gwynn let go of Pagan's hand and went to open the door.

"Hello?"

[orbingarcher]

"Mommy!" There was a little child attached to her legs again. It was a different little girl. "I finded you. I was so scared."

[orbingarcher]

Pagan frowned. "Who're you?" she demanded, her hand going to the hilt of her plastic sword.

[orbingarcher]

Javelin had a little plastic sword too, and a frown on her face just as mighty as Pagan's as she got ready to draw. "'m Javelin. That's my mommy, not yours!"

[orbingarcher]

"UH UH. She's my mommy!" Pagan argued.

[orbingarcher]

"Liar!" howled Javelin. "Is not is not is not!"

[orbingarcher]

"IS TOO IS TOO IS TOO!" Pagan yelled, pulling her sword.

[orbingarcher]

"IS NOT IS NOT IS NOT!" screeched Javelin, and out came the plastic sword. "You 'sulted my mommy, so now I have to challenge you to a doooooooooo-el."

[notafairmaiden]

That would be when Gwynn stepped in and grabbed both swords and stopped them from hurting each other.

"There will be no duels."