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

"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.

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.

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.

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'."

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.

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?"

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

"Th' tubey things?"

"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."

"Dude! So you float up all superheroey?"

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

Griiiiiiin. "Totally fab, man."

She followed, because she was good at that!

"Superman's cool." Ben grinned. "He plays airplane really well. I hope him 'n his little sister come to visit soon. I miss 'em."

"'S cool," she said softly. "I met a version of Superman. He was a very kind man. He didn't even...yeah." Beamy!

"Dis... this one wasn't the first one, because in his weeality... universe the first one died. But then somebody took some cells and made this guy and he's Superman now." Ben's happy chatter continued, showing surprising discretion for a child of his age who was already reading comic books. "He's even bigger than the first guy is!"

"Ah, here we are." Albus stopped and tapped politely on a door.

"Oh, yeah. Things always get a bit messy when they get int' clonin'. Good t' hear that this one's doin' well, then?"

She would fidget anxiously, but she had a baby in her arms. Which was good.

"Yup, he's doin' good. His kinda my big brother... or Zanoah's little brother, 'cause it was a boy Wolvie, not a girl one." Ben frowned and chewed his finger as he thought about that.

"Albus. Come on in," said the lovely black woman who opened the door. "Hi, Ben."

"Hi!" He grinned. "This is Victor. She's my friend!"

And she was back to confused. It was an understatement to say that Victor wasn't much for families, and to see everything connected was a bit unnerving. "Ah, yes, I think?"

Victor dipped her head shyly. "'M pleased t' meetcha, miss."

"Call me Cassie." She grinned and let everyone into her cheery living room, the windows of which showed a view of a statue's foot across the wide expanse of the river. Over by the couch a little baby boy was laying on his belly on a beautiful silver tabby spotted blanket, which was purring and singing him a little trilling song. "That's Nathan and Mmlon."

Albus handed her the honey, then knelt next to the babies and smiled at them. "Hello, Nathan. My, you've grown since that picture was taken, haven't you?"

Ben looked at Victor a little anxiously. "You're not gonna be afwaid of Lonnie, are you?"

"Yes m'...Cassie, rather." Ooh. Victor examined the decorations for a moment or two, then she was captivated by another baby! And a blanket-thing!

She stepped (careful-careful) next to Albus.

She looked back at the genius-child, equally anxious for a brief moment. "'Pends...who's Lonnie, an' is he scary?"

"That's Lonnie." He pointed to the blanket, who was gently rubbing against her foot and purring. "He's just a baby guy like me."

"Ah," she said, relaxing monumentally. Griiiiin, soft stroke? "'S cool. 'S long as he ain't a z-" (zombie) "-somethin' scary, 's cool."

"Nope. Justa baby." Ben reached down and stroked the very soft fur as well, then chuckled as Mmlon curled gently around Victor's hand and sent her happy reassuring feelings.

Albus watched for a moment, then went to talk to Cassie in the kitchen, leaving the young people to get acquainted.

"Siddown?" Ben looked up at Victor. "Then you can get Nafen too 'n Lonnie can hug us."

((*Feels guilty for subjecting poor Victor to so many characters at once.* That's all of them, I promise))

((Awww, hee. It's okay. Poor girl is just a bit odd-strange right now.))

She thought about happy things, at least the best that she could. Happy-daydream-smooth-glass-joy-field-lightening. She knelt down next to the two, cradling Ben gently-gently.

((Mmlon might actually help a little bit. He's good at sending happy feelings))

And here came Nathan, rolling till he bumped into her leg and then trying to pull himself up with just normal little baby strength till Ben leaned over and tried to help. Mmlon chirped encouragingly, even letting go Victor's hand to try and push on his foster brother.

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

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