third half moon ☾

[werewolfoflondon]

[action - 1485 Kramden]

[Remus has been spending the better part of the day pushing his hand through the surface of the dining room table, and pulling it out again. It's not that he's any stranger to unusual things happening, but this is certainly new and exciting and just a little bit pants-shittingly terrifying. What's harder to ignore is the way Dronemum -- in a tone of obsessive distress -- asks him repeatedly what he's done with her refrigerator (she can't find it anywhere) as she crashes backwards into the countertops in the kitchen like some misplaced insect.

He can only block that out for so long, though.]


[action - Makeout Point]

[Say what one would about the usual activities of this particular spot, it's certainly a nice quiet place to do a bit of thinking. The view doesn't hurt either. Borrowed book open in his lap, Remus is valiantly attempting and brilliantly failing to focus on something other than this utter strangeness. But he's read the same line over and over again without a hint of it sinking in, and this is becoming nearly as frustrating as trying to get anything done back at the house.]

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1485 Kramden st

[bespell]

Mum, our fridge's at the repair shop. [Lily says eventually, patiently, putting her not-brother out of his misery as she notes his twitching increases. It's only amusing to watch the woman fumble around for the first half an hour, really.]

Re: 1485 Kramden st

[sothis_rising]

[Sirius doesn't even bother knocking on the door. He just strolls in and distracts their dear old 'mum' by twirling her around.]

I've come to pick up one of your kids. Not sure which one.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus grins over his shoulder as Dronemum titters and laughs. Shooing Sirius away, she chirps something about finding them some lemonade before disappearing into the washroom.]

Just one?

[bespell]

Where's your worse half, Black? [Lily resists the urge to roll her eyes as her "mum" calls her for help with refreshments.]

[sothis_rising]

Well, I was thinking of taking you out for some very masculine make outs, but if you want me to make out with Lils ...

[He spread his arms out to mock offer Lily said make outs.]

I'd be happy o do the honors my worse half is failing at.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus bristles at that, casting a warning glance toward Lily, before he very pointedly pushes himself away from the table and wanders to the fridge. If nothing else, it prevents Lily from seeing how red his face has gotten.]

Enjoy that, then.

[bespell]

Not if there's anything I can do about it. And Potter's not faili-- [Lily's words quickly halt to a stop, her own cheeks reddening.]

[sothis_rising]

Oh isn't he Mrs Potter? Making your way to make out point with that brother of mine are you?

[He was suddenly very interested in this.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[And Remus is suddenly quite tight-lipped as he goes about making the refreshments that their Dronemum has apparently still not found in the washroom. Lemonande, some of the leftover treacle tart that he and Lily made a disaster of the kitchen for. All set upon the kitchen counter, because he doesn't quite trust the solidity or temerity of that dining table just now.]

action - makeout point;

[encored]

[he's not the only one who thought moving as far away from the town center as possible would mean a break from the town shenanigans. from the nearest treetop:]

These aren't exactly good conditions for getting a bit of summer reading done, wouldn't you say?

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus tilts his head back to glance up into the tree, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. That voice sounds familiar, but it's been a few weeks since his arrival. He can't place it immediately.]

Dismal, in fact. It tends to be quieter up here, though. And if nothing else, there are less solid objects to randomly phase through.

[encored]

That's true, but wouldn't it be dreadful if you wound up getting stuck inside of the hill itself instead? [says the person who already fell through the tree at least once before Remus's arrival... and he definitely doesn't want a repeat performance of that while there are people around to see it, so he swings himself down from his spot near the top, landing without noise.]

I've already seen several people with their hands stuck inside of buildings or trees or walls. Amusing for a bystander, but surely inconvenient for the person experiencing it.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus frowns. He hadn't considered that. Getting caught inside the terrain itself would be bothersome at best. It's an unnerving thought, and one that he doesn't care to dwell upon for too long.]

I should say so. [Remus marks his page with his finger, pressing the book shut to turn his full attention to Charles.] Though, knowing my friends, one of them has already got his head stuck in something, I'm sure.

[encored]

Unfortunate. You should warn him to stay away from things that could potentially harm him if he's caught inside when it re-solidifies. [the warning sounds kind enough, but he looks amused rather than concerned. Moron Watching is his designated go-to sport in Mayfield...]

But with any luck, this won't last much longer. Inconveniences like this are so irritating.

[werewolfoflondon]

Oh, but where's the fun in life without a bit of danger? [That's what he imagines Sirius and James would say, anyway. It was only a matter of time before they got their heads bisected by a brick wall, by Remus' figuring.]

I think we may have spoken on the phone before. [Remus extends his hand in greeting.] I'm Remus.

[encored]

I do hope you won't find yourself regretting that statement too greatly. [what a reassuring kid...

the name strikes him as familiar, even if it takes him a second to place where he heard it. once recognition dawns, he reaches to shake his hand with a surprisingly sturdy grasp.] I believe we spoke near the time you had first arrived. I'm Charles.

[werewolfoflondon]

Ah, yes! That we did. [Remus smiled guiltily, letting his hand drop after a brief greeting.] Apologies. It's difficult to place voices with faces.

You haven't found yourself in any trouble with this phasing nonsense, I take it?

1485 Kramden

[tenderoblivion]

[New and exciting is one way of putting it. As Remus experiments with the dining room table, a crash will sound in the kitchen.

Yuki falls through the ceiling of the kitchen with book in hand. She holds out a leg to push away drone!mom and calmly flips to the next page.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus leaps out of his seat, stumbles through the table and lands squarely on his ass, with the top part of his head halfway through the tabletop. After a moment of dumbfounded staring, he registers what's happened, and crawls over to Yuki's side.]

That looked like a nasty spill. You all right?

[tenderoblivion]

[She glances down and nods placidly as the drone comes back around for another round of countertop pinball.]

No injury has been sustained.

...........This has been ongoing?

[The last in reference to the drone, it seems.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus glances up at the dronemother and nods.] For the past hour, at least. I don't know what she's on about, there's nothing wrong with the fridge.

[He stands, and offers a hand to Yuki, to help her to her feet.]

[tenderoblivion]

[Yuki will take it and stand while continuing to stare at the drone.]

The programming has been corrupted. Erratic drone behavior may precede the initiation of violence.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus' brow rose at that, and he cast dronemother a wary glance.]

Violent? You mean her?

[tenderoblivion]

It has occurred in the past.

[Yuki nods in response, barely perceptibly.]

[werewolfoflondon]

Hm. Suppose we'll have to keep an eye on her, then.

[Remus nodded toward the family room, motioning for Yuki to follow him rather than hanging about a potentially-dangerous dronemum.]

What do you make of this?