UN: Ollin [Text]

[unpocoloco]

Hola, everyone. I'm that one evening TA from Aube, for those who don't know.

I'm sure by now we've all noticed the little issue of extra little ones running around. Now obviously there's no good way to explain all of this, so I thought maybe we could all gather our stories here so we don't get our wires crossed. You know, share names and other details and stuff.

I also thought it might help if some of us could maybe use babysitters in given times. That way there's less of... pretty much all of us running around.

Also, remember that lots of these kids can probably figure out the internet so mind what you say.

I'll go first:

I'm "Señor R.", I'm looking after "Héctor (just Héctor) who also goes by Teto". He is "an entirely normal kid with no special abilities or anything so nothing to worry about there but he's a bit of trouble sometimes and may need wrangling" and I'm "not at all available during the day and could really use someone who is".

You all do the same but replace whatever's in quotations with the appropriate names and details. Then we can sort of reference back here as we go.

[OOC: Dated somewhere before Teto and Avery wind up in the infirmary probably but wibbly wobbly time.]

Comments

[panpiping]

Oh! Fascinating. I think those kinds of things are funny, not at all a crisis.

[unpocoloco]

Yeah, those very not funny things to humans.
They are probably some of the least funny things possible.

[panpiping]

That is so sad.

[unpocoloco]

It's a tragedy.
But I'm sure there's all kinds of things humans find hilarious that fae don't.

[panpiping]

the tiny people and animals in cars that you make dance by the window even when you're not in the car

[unpocoloco]

Wow, I
don't even know what that is but that's definitely human humor for you.

[panpiping]

they're suffering

[unpocoloco]

OH
AHAH
Oh, yes, those are very funny.

[But not as funny as this.

Should he tell them?



Maybe not yet.]

[panpiping]

>:/

[unpocoloco]

Don't worry. I promise those little dancing creatures have no problem with their lives. There is no suffering involved whatsoever.

But you see what I mean! Getting different perspectives is very useful!

[panpiping]

Hmmmm... I suppose I believe you. You've been very concerned about everyone suffering, after all.

[unpocoloco]

I don't like to see people hurting.
There's enough of that in the world.

[panpiping]

Now that's something we see eye to eye on.

[unpocoloco]

[Seeing eye to eye and yet making horrible, horrible mistakes, he thinks.]

I suppose it is.

[panpiping]

Señor R... If I play a different song, will you let them listen and know it is for them? The ones that were hurt in the car. I don't have the energy yet to help them even faster, though I'm sure Poe would help me... Perhaps a song that is just a song would be more welcome?

[unpocoloco]

[Oh. That...]



That would be wonderful.
I think the boys would like that very much.
Especially my Teto.
Thank you, Wist.

[panpiping]

Yay!! Then I'm going to go warm up! Bye-bye, Señor R! I hope not forever!

[unpocoloco]

Adios, Wist.
It was nice to meet you.

[Which, in a way, isn't a lie.]

[panpiping]

[Roughly an hour later, a song rings out, calm but cutting, from the direction of the forest. Enjoy it, little ones. ♥]

[unpocoloco]

[Back in the infirmary a window is pried open. "Avery, do you hear that?" Is whispered into the dark.

It's nothing like the music he heard around Santa Cecelia, but that doesn't matter. He leans upon the window sill, listening and letting the music lull.]