Bringing a friend to the cantina. ((locked to victormakesart))

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((note to self: concurrent with this, this, and this thread in the_other_rock))

There was a swish and a slight flash, and then Albus was standing near the bar with Fawkes on his shoulder and a young woman at his side. He blinked as always at the sudden change in scenery, then looked around with a smile to see if he could see anyone that he recognized before turning to Victor. "How do you feel, my dear?"

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Totally, dude. I mean...nonpowered, a work like this'd take years."

Transfixed. Completely.

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"Nobody knows who made 'em." He twisted around and tugged thoughtfully on his foot. "Not even Charlie. Well, God does, of course."

"And you live here." Albus shook his head.

"Better beweeve it, bub!"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She snickered softly, brushed her hand light-gentle against the babe's arm.

"'S cool, y'all. Real cool."

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He leaned over and put his little fat arms around her neck, exuding confidence that she would take him. "Wait'll you see ober the rail. When you spit it goes waaaaay down."

"Oh how lovely." Albus shook his head as he handed him over.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

And she did. She had a fair amount of experience holding small children, and she supported him well. "Hee. Couldn't do tha', I figure. I'm a high-class broad, don't'cha know?"

Grin!

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He gave her an utterly adorable grin complete with dimples. "So's Ama, 'n she did it."

"Ben!" came the admonishment from the bar.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Awwwww! Well, I won't tell anyone if'n you don't." Tiny, affectionate nosebop. And a wink!

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Another baby giggle, and then a very careful kiss on her cheek, and the little rogue's got her hat and has it on his own head. All that can now be seen is his wide grin.

"Would you like to meet Cassie?" asked Albus softly. "I have to return to the island soon."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

((And, as it is approaching 2:40 in the morning, I bid you a good night. ♥))

She laughed. "You cutie!" She did a small hip-ish dance that she could only really manage when there was a baby to cradle. Any other time, she would be all like 'Hips? What're those?'

"I'd love t', sir." Quiet-soft.

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((good sleep ^_^))

"Excellent." Albus smiled, then paused and looked at Ben.

"I can go too," he said as he popped out from under the hat and leaned up to try and put it on Victor's head. "Ama knows Mrs. Winsester."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

((Thankee!))

And a hat back on Victor's head made her very happy indeed. "'S okay?" Charming grin?

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"Go ahead," called Logan, obviously very aware of where her offspring was and what he was doing. "Actually, here. Cass wanted some'a this." She ducked through the door behind the counter and came back with a little jar of honey. "And I gotta code ya before y' kin leave the cantina."

"Code her?" Albus had walked over to take the honey, but now he paused and looked down at her quizzically.

"Give'er the go ahead t' git through the shields that keep off-worlders from wanderin'. It don't hurt." Logan came up with a doohicky that looked like a credit card.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Then she could continue to hold the baby! Yay!

At the term 'code', Victor had to take a few deep breaths. Code. Not like in the movies where they implant numbers into your skin so that it shows up under the proper light. No, no. Code must be something else.

"Thankee."

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"Easy, kid." The small woman walked over and seemed to show her to the card. "Jes' enterin' ya inta the database as a visitor instead'a an offworlder."

"I still think that has to taste good, Ama," noted Ben, watching the card with thoughtful brown eyes.

"Yer not eatin' my key, runt." Logan shook her head at him and turned to walk back to the bar.

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She examined the card. "'Kay, 's cool. 'M tryin' t' keep the mental associations that I jump to t' a minimum." Beamy-grin.

"Aye, yeah. 'S not a good thin' t' eat keys." A careful, slow spin.

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Ben crowed with delight, then looked up and back at Albus as he chuckled.

"Shall we?" The grey-bearded man watched as Logan put the key away, then gestured that Victor and Ben should precede him through the door.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She stroked his head a moment, grinned. Tiny giggle.

"Sounds good, sir." She stepped through the door tentatively, studying the door-frame with idle curiosity. "Thank y'."

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Albus' hand closed gently over her shoulder as a slight lurch seemed to happen when they went through, and then they were in a long stone corridor with walls of a different colour than those in the cantina had been.

Ben blinked. "Stinky teleporter. I like the jump toobs better."

"I don't think Fawkes or my stomach would appreciate the jump tubes," said Albus, remembering what he'd heard Sam saying about them.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Slight shiver, though whether it was from his hand or the teleportation it was hard to say. She was caught off guard by both, for certainty. She was still a bit on edge.

"Ah, yes? How d' those work then?"

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"Which fing... things?" asked Ben, looking up at her.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Th' tubey things?"

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"Oh! You go through the door 'n jump, 'n you fall slow till you get to your floor. The down toob goes down 'n the up toob goes up."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Dude! So you float up all superheroey?"

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"Nah," he said as Albus got his directions and started along the hall. "It's yots slower than Superman."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Griiiiiiin. "Totally fab, man."

She followed, because she was good at that!