[forty] This so isn't going to work.

[goodgrasshopper]

I try this every time this static stuff happens, but no luck so far. Any little Carpenters out there?

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[polkaneverdies.livejournal.com]

Molly?

[goodgrasshopper]

[blink and staaaaaaaare]

...Hey, Butters. Long time, no see.

[polkaneverdies.livejournal.com]

[Blink back.]

You look... better. Are you okay?

[repelicate.livejournal.com]

I made a birdhouse once. Does that make me a carpenter?

[goodgrasshopper]

Well, I guess, but I was hoping for my little brothers and sisters. Our last name is Carpenter. I'm Molly. Hi.

[goodgrasshopper]

I've been a lot worse. I'm okay, Butters. How are you?

Too young Daniel icons go

[sonofaknight.livejournal.com]

Molly-?

You-- you look better. Where are you? And how are you on the phone? Thought yours died.

[He's subdued, not as aggressive as she last saw him. He just looks tired.]

LITTLE BROTHER.

[goodgrasshopper]

[staaaaaaaaare.]

...Phones usually die around me. This one's... different. Magic doesn't seem to affect it.

[...Big sister is worried.] How are you?

HE'S NOT LITTLE HE'S GOTTA BE A MAN NOW

[sonofaknight.livejournal.com]

I'm okay.

[There's a pause as he considers that seriously.]

No I'm not. I'm weird. Just... [She knows how it's been.]

Mom and dad are okay, though. Worried about you. They want you to come home. [17482nd verse. Same as the first.]

[polkaneverdies.livejournal.com]

I'm okay. Thanks to you.

How is this working? Is it like Bob with Harry?

NOPE. ALWAYS LITTLE.

[goodgrasshopper]

[She knows exactly how it's been.] Yeah.

I know they do, but I'm glad they're okay. The little ones, too? [Yup. And so not happening.]

[goodgrasshopper]

Any time.

I'm not really sure how it works. The communication system here goes haywire, and suddenly we can talk to people who aren't here. I'm not complaining.

[polkaneverdies.livejournal.com]

Where are you? I couldn't find you after I got out of the hospital.

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

Nice hair.

[goodgrasshopper]

[grin] Right back at you.

[goodgrasshopper]

I'm... someplace else. I know. Really specific. It's kind of hard to explain, though.

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

Name's Tonks. Who're you and what're you doing on Arthur's telly?

[polkaneverdies.livejournal.com]

Molly, are you really okay?

Do you need a rescue charge or anything?

[goodgrasshopper]

My name's Molly Carpenter. I think it's just some random magical interference--because I'm not doing this. It's nice to meet you, though.

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

You, as well. Are you one of these...erm, Barge people?

[goodgrasshopper]

You are about ten kinds of sweet Butters, but no, I'm okay. No rescues required. I mean--I am on a prison ship, but not as an inmate.

[goodgrasshopper]

That's me. How did you hear about us?

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

Martha...'Snape-Jones' might've mentioned it.

Seems like my cousin's there, as well. Sirius Black, do you know him?

[goodgrasshopper]

[smile] Martha's a friend. And I've seen Sirius around, though I don't really know him well. It's not a huge boat--you eventually see everyone here.

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

Is she.

[It's not a question.]

Fancy that.

[Moooving on.]

What sort of boat is it? Are you all the dearly departed or some such? I mean - well, you know Sirius has been dead two years now. Right shame it is, and if I say so myself, it's a little odd to see him and talk to him.

Blimey, I wish Remus was here - he won't believe me!