[twenty three] I clicked my heels together three times, but it didn't take me home...

[goodgrasshopper]

[A little bit of fumbling, then the screen flicks on to reveal a six or seven year old girl with wide blue eyes and curly blonde hair.  Meet Molly, pre-tattoos, pre-piercings, and she is completely terrified.]

My bedroom is arranged all funny, and it doesn't open out into the right hallway.  Papa?  Mama?  Where are you?  And why did you leave me with Matthew's baby monitor?  [She shakes it a little and presses a few buttons.]  It won't show me Matthew.  Is he with you? [presses a few more buttons and the video cuts out.]

[OOC: Yes, the picture is misleading, but it's the youngest I have for her]

Comments

[cisskabob]

That's not a baby monitor! It's like a phone but with pictures, see? [Have a friendly seven/eight year old Cissie waving at you, Molly.] We're not at home. Someone said it's magic that brought us here, and someone else said it's time travel. I can't find my mom either, though.

[toldastory]

Do you have a baby brother too! I do!

[goodgrasshopper]

[WIDE, WIDE EYES.]

Ooh. I've never seen a phone like this.

...I guess we weren't kidnapped if we're allowed to have phone, right?

[goodgrasshopper]

I have two. Daniel's three, so he's not really a baby anymore. Matthew's the little guy. He's only a few months old.

[cisskabob]

Me either! But it's kind of cool.

[PAUSE. HUH, GOOD POINT!] I guess not! I don't know if we can call home with them, though. I don't really know how they work.

[goodgrasshopper]

I don't either. [froooooown] There's a keyboard, and the numbers don't look like they do on a phone.

[toldastory]

Wow. I have a brother and a sister. He just turned four.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Do you need help? I can help you. I'm Superman. It's gonna be okay.

[Says the five year old.]

[goodgrasshopper]

How old is your sister? I wish I had a sister...

[goodgrasshopper]

You're Superman? Really? [WIDE EYED SURPRISE.] I didn't know Superman was a kid.

[toldastory]

She's ten. She's kinda mean, though.

[cisskabob]

Maybe there's a grown-up somewhere that can show us how to use them!

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

I'm his clone. Cause he's dead.

[goodgrasshopper]

...I don't think I'd want a mean sister. I'd rather have a nice sister. I'm going to try to be a nice big sister.

[goodgrasshopper]

You're... Superman's clone? Is that like his kid? What happened to him?

[goodgrasshopper]

I hope so...

But... all the grown-ups are strangers.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Noooo, the scientist guys made me. I was supposed to be bigger, though.

[toldastory]

I'm a good big sister, but Leo always gets into trouble.

[goodgrasshopper]

...Oh. Like how Mama and Papa made my baby brothers? You'll grow up!

[goodgrasshopper]

[giggle] Daniel gets in trouble sometimes. One time, he took my paint and put it all over his bedroom walls.

[cisskabob]

Yeah, but if they tell us their names and we talk to them, they won't be strangers anymore! And some strangers are okay to talk to, like police or heroes.

[goodgrasshopper]

And priests. I guess some stranger-grown-ups are okay to talk to. What do you mean by heroes? Like firefighters?

[cisskabob]

No, like Green Arrow and Superman! Firefighters are heroes too though, but they're not superheroes.

[toldastory]

Wow. My mum would have been so mad.

[goodgrasshopper]

Mama was kind of mad. She told him he wasn't allowed to play with paint anymore, and he had to use washable crayons after.