Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

Right, so. Weird-ass portal thingy, Fandom island, island full of more small children than usual... Ellie had a good idea what was going on here. She'd go find her parents- eventually. First things first, she'd arranged for waffle delivery from J,GoB (yeah, they did waffles. on days where the baker who considered them a breakfast pastry was on shift, anyway) and set up in the common room.

There were waffles, toppings, syrup... everything for a nice, sugar-laden Saturday morning breakfast.


[ooc: Yes, despite the journal doing the posting, actual resident of the CR is kleptopathic. Yes, Toby and Kenzi's kid looks like girl!Toby. If they had a boy he'd probably look like boy!Kenzi 'cause that's how we roll. It also makes things like posting parent-less CRs easier since I have the icon already. Also, totally open!]

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[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

There was an eight legged horse in the dorms. Why was there an eight legged horse in the dorms?

Ask Loki.

But, for now, it was standing in the doorway, giving those waffles a look.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

Ellie's honourary aunt was a succubus. An eight-legged horse didn't so much as-

Well, okay, she blinked. But then the blinking gave way to an "omg omg omg a PONY!" expression.

"Awwww, aren't you just the cutest thing!" she said, bouncing a little on the heels of her feet.

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

Excuse you, Ellie. Sleipnir was a beast of terrible proportions, ridden by Odin into battle and... could it have a sugar cube? That would be terribly nice of her.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

...Had the pony just thought at her?

Right. Eight legs. Probably not your normal, er, pasture-variety equine here. She could work with that.

"Of course," she told him, gesturing for him to come a little further inside the common room. "Lemme just see if I can find some sugar cubes in the kitchen..."

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

Well, the pony was divine, so yes. Yes he did.

It clopped on into the room, extra noise coming along with extra feet. Look, it also made him inexplicably fast.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"Do you have a name?" she asked him, locating the sought-after sugar cubes and holding it out to him in her palm. "I'm Ellie, by the way."

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

Sleipnir! And those sugar cubes got him to hurry on over, bumping over a flimsy end table in his haste to consume sweet, sweet sugary goodness.

See, he didn't even need to find his mother!

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"Sleipnir?" Ellie echoed, mulling that one over. "Have I heard that name before?" She didn't think so, but: "Sounds kinda... Norsey?" she guessed. "You're looking for your parents too, huh. Are they horses too?"

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

One of them was. The other was a god.

Which made perfect sense.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"A god," she so did not wanna know the mechanics of that. Because ew. "I would've guessed Fae, personally, but that... makes sense. I guess." Accounted for the legs, anyway.

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

Sleipnir shook his main at the implication he could have been Fae. Because he was way cooler than that, thank you very much.

There had been shapeshifting involved. At least he wasn't a swan. Or rain of gold.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"Do I wanna know?" Someone wasn't up on their Greek mythology. "Actually, never mind. Pretty sure I don't. So what's your mom look like?"

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

Well. He was tall. And had dark hair and green eyes.

Oh, and his name was Loki.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

Well, she recognized the description, at least. Her mom had told her all about how she'd gone to school with Loki. There was just one key thing here-

"Uh, pretty sure Loki's a guy."

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

And a god. So...

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"Riiiight."

So glad she hadn't asked about the mechanics after all. So, so glad. "Do you wanna go find him?" she asked. "Or just hang out here. I've got waffles." Were waffles okay for ponies? She had no idea.

[seesincolours.livejournal.com]

Apparently, Kate needed Time. Either to adjust, or to put some real clothes on. Julie kind of got that, even if she'd reacted with a roll of her eyes and a long-suffering sigh.

She'd been told to find her own breakfast, and left with a four year old to do the same for. This was not at all what she'd had planned for her weekend.

Squirming curly-haired boy got dumped on the floor as soon as she made it in, and he immediately beelined for the kitchen. "Don't eat anything that's not supposed to be eaten." Shapeshifter kids, you couldn't put it past them.

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

He was also a freaky god. With monsters as children, so there you go.

Sleipnir nosed her hand again, demanding more sugar cubes before he went to find his mother. Because the shrieking would be annoying.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"I've got waffles," Ellie offered. "I didn't make them or anything, so they're safe for human consumption."

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I can see where your priorities are," she teased, holding out more sugar cubes. And totally not contemplating whether he'd let her indulge her inner six-year-old and braid that mane.

[mylilsleipnir.livejournal.com]

If she knew his mother, she wouldn't question the avoidance.

And someone liked having pretty, pretty braids. Maybe.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"Well, you can hide out here as long as you want," Ellie offered sympathetically. Her own parents were pretty cool most of the time, but... she was a teenager. Like she hadn't experienced fits of not wanting to associate with them at some point or another.

[seesincolours.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking more like cushions, or tables, or mud." Not that there was likely to be mud in a kitchen. "Or bugs." Hopefully not those either.

The grabby hands creeping up towards the food might indicate Caleb thought they definitely looked fit for human consumption, thank you.

[kleptopathic.livejournal.com]

"Does he usually eat tables?" Ellie had to ask, sliding a waffle on a plate and handing it over to little grabbyhands there.

[cubfornow.livejournal.com]

"Noooooo." Silly Julie. Wood was not tasty. "Jus' waffles, an' cake, an' cookies, an' chips."

Plate? What good were those when you could use your fingers, and... talk with your mouth full.