Chapter 1

[wee_big_man]

[Anyone who happens to be wandering by the doghouse at 1667 Nelson Street might hear a small voice from inside said doghouse.Ach, crivens! Will ye no' look at this? Someone's gone an' given me a bath, lads

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[the_wee_big_hag]

[Tiffany is outside her house on the lawn, reading from a text book and taking a few notes now and then. She's dressed like any other drone thirteen year old girl would be, except for her pointed hat, sensible boots and horse neckalace.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob's been creeping around the neighborhood, scuffling with squirrels, stealing the odd thing here and there, keeping out of sight. Now he's watching Tiffany. It's rather impressive, the way she's reading that book.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Tiffany looks up from the book. Somethings wrong with the surrounding area...She has the distinct feeling she's being watched.]

I know someones there. Show yourself.

[She looked up at the tree. Fully expecting it to be Jane watching her again. Most likly under orders from England]

[wee_big_man]

[Oh dear. Rob knows that tone of voice. Best if he stays hidden for now, then.]

No one here but us wee burdies, ye ken.

[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie is sure she heard someone...but doesn't see anyone just yet.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[wee_big_man]

[There's a sudden silence, which is not silence so much as it is the sound of someone trying very hard not to make any noise at all.]

[eldest_hatter]

[She's looking around intently, quite sure whoever made the sound was still there.]

Hello? There's no need to hide. It isn't some of Arthur's fairy friends, is it?

[wee_big_man]

[Yet more silence. And Rob is creeping for the door, very very carefully, carrying a large spoon. If Sophie's quick, she might spot him.]

[perfektsymmetry]

"Crivvens"?

[Your local Irish paperboy is about to throw a paper onto your lawn when he looks about for the Scotsman he just heard, looking perplexed.]

[wee_big_man]

[Nobody here but us birds. And possibly a small blur disappearing into the doghouse.]

[perfektsymmetry]

[Too... curious... can't...look... away!

Crowe blinks, cocks his head, and peeks down low into the dog house.]

[wee_big_man]

[The doghouse is filled with small odds and ends. Spoons, scraps of cloth, a pie that looks rather nibbled on, and in the center is a fire pit, because Rob hasn't wasted any time in making the place livable. There's no sign of Rob, but he's good at hiding.]

[hourai_branch]

Anyone there?

[wee_big_man]

[Rob may be less inclined to stay hidden from Kaguya, as Feegles can tell the difference between a bigjob and, say, an immortal bigjob who just happens to look like a regular bigjob. But he's going to give staying hidden a go for now.]

Er. No?

She's not currently immortal though.

[hourai_branch]

Oh! Nevermind.

But if someone was there, even though I know there isn't, what would it be?

Hurr durr. :B Weeeell. Rob'd still try the "Er. No?" line anyway, just to see if it worked

[wee_big_man]

I knows this trick. Yer nae gonna trick me intae tellin' you I'm one o' the Nac Mac Feegle, ye ken?

[A pause.]

Ach, crivens!