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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:59 am
bigger than a bag of sugar
The child was very light. Sander hadn't been expecting that. Of course, he had never held a child at all, ever, so he hadn't been expecting much of anything really. Sander had hefted a bag of sugar in his day, and had even lugged sacks of potting soil over his shoulder for an ex who had turned her spare bedroom into a miniature tropical rainforest, but this wasn't like that. For one thing, even though he was sleeping, the kid moved, his wings fluttering or tail winding around things seemingly at random.
They had told him the child wouldn't need to eat, which was a good thing since Sander didn't currently have any food in his apartment. He couldn't see the boy's face where it rested on his shoulder, but he was sure it was turned up to the sun. If everyone ate sun, life would be a lot simpler, he supposed.
Sander had decided to name the child Ford, after the make of his first and most beloved car. The car's actual name had been Shirley, but he doubted the boy would thank him for a name like that, if he ever woke up. Strange to have a child who did nothing but sleep when Sander himself engaged in that activity so rarely.
As they boarded the bus the old lady riders smiled and one even offered her seat, declaring, "Your son is beautiful," when it was obvious they weren't truly related. Sander was mousy brown and tailless, while Ford bore more Supermanian coloration. He still offered thanks as he refused to displace her, wondering if it would be like this for a long time or if Ford was one of that new wave of Gaian children who outgrew their parents after five years of life.
The boy shifted again and his head lolled off of Sander's shoulder before he raised it on his own and blinked, looking around the bus.
"Hey, Ford." Sander spoke in his normal voice, not some high-pitched squeal of supposed toddler attraction.
"Ford," Ford agreed. He lifted his arms from where they hung slack at his sides and wrapped them around Sander's neck as he dropped back to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:37 pm
ABCs, 123s
Ford was awake, for a change. Sander didn't waste his time wondering why for long, although he did spare a moment to think about the fact that maybe the kid actually liked reading. He certainly didn't seem to enjoy writing, having refused to hold a pencil long enough to print even a quarter of the alphabet. At least Ford had finished the numbers in his shaky print, which Sander had proudly displayed on the dorm-sized fridge in their tiny kitchen.
"Give 'em to me again," Sander said, handing the cheap drug store flash cards to the child.
Ford sat up straighter in place on his mattress. "A!" he said, giggling.
Sander nodded. "Yup. Go on."
"B C D E F G H I J L..."
"Missed one." Sander grinned. The kid was pretty good at this.
Ford looked up from the flash cards to the ceiling, clearly deep in thought.
"A B C D E F G H I J..."
He paused again, a small frown turning down his mouth and creasing his forehead. When he spoke, his voice had a bit of a whine. "Da..."
"K," Sander provided.
"K! K L M N O P!" Ford took a deep breath. "Q R S T U V W X Y Z!" He flopped onto his back and clapped.
"Good job," Sander said, still smiling. "Now say them backwards."
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:41 pm
burger king Sander Subject: Ford To: Diane Eliot
From: sander
Date: January 6, 2009 11:58am
hey di,
i got some letter around christmas asking me to take care of a kid. does that happen all the time up there like it does in the city? it seems like everyone i see around here has a weird kid they didn't give birth to. anyway i agreed and named him Ford and he sleeps a lot. he's only been here a few days but he doesn't seem to be dying or anything so i think i'm doing an okay job. i don't have a phone again, so if you want to meet him write me back.
sander Diane Subject: Re: Ford To: sander
From: Diane Eliot
Date: January 6, 2009 08:06pm
San, what the ********? Of course I want to meet him! Do you at least have a computer? Sander Subject: Re: Ford To: Diane Eliot
From: sander
Date: February 27, 2009 7:56pm
nah, i'm on lars's laptop in a starbucks. sorry about the wait. i've been busy with Ford and guitar lessons. i've also got a mural lined up, finally. lars seemed okay with me borrowing this thing when i need it, so let me know when you want to get together. give me your number too. Diane Subject: Re: Ford To: sander
From: Diane Eliot
Date: February 28, 2009 09:42am
Give me a call when you can. I'm usually always around and will drop everything to see my nephew! 444-503-1117 Sander Subject: Re: Ford To: Diane Eliot
From: sander
Date: March 6, 2009 6:44pm
yup. will do.
"Yeah?"
"Why do they got computers in the place with the food?" Ford was sprawled across a purple plastic bench, poking at the cup of water in front of him. It turned out he did need some form of liquid sustenance to live, but he still refused everything but the most basic juices and water.
"Sometimes people want to look at the internet while they eat." Or sometimes people needed to use their laptops instead of loaning them out to friends and those friends needed to reply to their sister's e-mails and had no choice but to do so at Burger King. Sander shrugged. The kid didn't understand the concept of eating, why would he understand reading-while-eating? "Just a few more minutes and then we can go to the library."
Ford brightened. Ever since he had learned his letters, the boy took great pride in sounding out words for his father.
"All done?" Sander asked, gesturing at Ford's cup.
The Sloth spawn nodded, hopping off of the bench in a rare display of energy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 11:59 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following:
Guardians Name:
Child's Name:
Sin:
Virtue:
Gender:
Current Attitude:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars )
Current hair style:
Current clothing preferences:
Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue)
Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them?
As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs.
Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc.
Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up.
Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 6:38 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 6:58 am
aunt diane
"How long's it been since you've seen her?" Ford asked, his voice more coherent than his usual mumble. The child followed well behind his guardian, a chunk of his shoulder-length hair jammed into his mouth. After much reinforcement, Sander had succeeded in getting Ford to speak up when he lagged behind, but the hair eating was a new habit he had yet to break the spawn of.
"A couple of years," the man said. "We used to talk all the time back when I had a phone, but yeah. I haven't seen her for real in about three years."
Ford nodded, although Sander didn't see it. "What's she do?"
"All sorts of things. I think that's where I get it from."
The spawn nodded again to no one. Sander had told Ford that Diane was quite a bit older than he was and had as good as raised him.
It was another twenty minutes before Ford could make out a house in the distance. He couldn't recall having ever walked this much in his entire life. While he watched, a tiny figure detached from the porch and ran out to meet them.
"Ford!" the breathless woman said when she eventually stopped in front of him. Her hair was mostly the same color as his dad's, but instead of brown eyes, hers were a startling blue. "I'm your Aunt Diane! Is there anything I can get for you?"
Ford's nervous smile broke into a yawn. "A bed?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:51 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:52 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:52 am
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 7:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 1:16 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 12:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 12:23 pm
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