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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:19 pm
D-Corp hadn't given Kit but a handful of phone numbers and names, but the red-head knew how to be resourceful. She called each number, mostly getting some sort of answering maching, but on the sixth try she got an answer, a generally friendly voice that heard out her situation and helped her to arrange a time for their children's meeting. She had been assured that "Leonard" was a shy, quiet boy, but still, Kit had her doubts. It took only the slightest thing to set little Jodie off.
It was right at the appointed time, early in the afternoon, and already Kit was nervous. She'd spent the whole morning cleaning the downstairs living room in the spacious Aekean home, trying to make her cultural clutter look good, but that wasn't the source of her worry. The fact of the matter was, Jodie had never really clicked with any of her peers at the labs, and she wasn't certain that Jodie would do any better now that she was in a home environment. Smoothing out her button-up shirt (business casual: it worked for any occasion), she climbed the stairs, entering the stark white room that belonged to Jodie. The girl sat in the center of the room amongst a pile of satiny blue fabrics, coloring every inch of a plain sheet of paper.
"Hey, Jodie, wanna go downstairs?" Kit suggested with a hopeful smile. "You've got a visitor coming over. A friend to play with."
"No," the girl said decisively, never looking up from her work. "No no no no no."
Jodie stiffened, her expression turning from bland to distressed as the doorbell rang. It was still too electronic for the girl's tastes, and the third one Kit had installed this month. The woman sighed, pushing up her glasses as she went downstairs to answer the door. It was going to be a long visit.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:45 pm
The rather chunky cat-man was dressed warmly, a blue flannel jacket over his heaviest black shirt, along with his sturdiest boots and a wool hat. The rather fluffy man wouldn't hurt a fly, but as usual he looked a little bit intimidating. At least, he would, if it wasn't for the perky little pig-boy holding his hand, carrying a plush dog and wearing a green jacket and ear muffs. Deet rang the door bell, trying to slouch a bit as to not scare the poor woman to death.
"Hello there," Deet said, adjusting his own glasses as the bespectacled woman answered the door, "You must be Kit. I believe we talked on the phone?" the book store owner said with a kind smile, "My name is Deet Horne, and this is my son, Leo...Say hello, Leo."
"H-Hello!" the piglet said, half-hiding behind his father but still rather happy sounding.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:59 pm
Kit smiled her most cordial smile at the man in the door, taking note of his feline features but not seeming to regard them one way or the other. She shook his hand gently, then opened the door wider, offering them solace from the cold winter air. "Nice to meet you, Deet," she said, then bending down to the pig-boy's gaze, "and hello yourself, Leo!" She waved, then stood, walking inside with another wave of your hand. "Come in, come in!"
The living room was lined with bookshelves on its walls, covered head to foot with binders, books, and strange-looking artifacts that all looked rare and rather breakable. There was no sight of the beluga girl, but there were cups of hot cocoa on her coffee table and a bowl of marshmallows just in case someone had a sweet tooth. Kit picked up a mug for Deet and a paper cup for Leonard, offering the cocoa to the both of them. "The drive over wasn't too bad, was it? They didn't predict snow on the weather channel." She picked up her own mug of cocoa, leaving only a paper cup half-filled with water. For all the talk on the phone, there was still no sign of the peculiar young Jodie.
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