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fjordicswagger) wrote2016-04-16 07:26 pm
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74 Godiva Street, Saturday Morning
Tamsin's morning ritual was more or less set in stone: she rolled out of bed, she stumbled downstairs, she put some food in her mouth, then she headed back upstairs to find less comfortable but more flattering clothes. This ritual proceeded more or less apace, as she squinted in the mirror once, yanked on a t-shirt, and then headed downstairs.
... where she found a blonde teenager waiting for her.
"How did you get in my house?" Tamsin said sharply.
The girl shrugged. "It's not locked," she said.
"Please tell me we're not having a weekend," Tamsin said. "We just had a weekend recently."
"It was prom yesterday," the girl pointed out. Her eyes were a little big. Or maybe she was just doing that on purpose. "I'm Dagny."
"I'm going back to bed," Tamsin announced.
[[ open! but slowish. it has been a looong day. ]]
... where she found a blonde teenager waiting for her.
"How did you get in my house?" Tamsin said sharply.
The girl shrugged. "It's not locked," she said.
"Please tell me we're not having a weekend," Tamsin said. "We just had a weekend recently."
"It was prom yesterday," the girl pointed out. Her eyes were a little big. Or maybe she was just doing that on purpose. "I'm Dagny."
"I'm going back to bed," Tamsin announced.
[[ open! but slowish. it has been a looong day. ]]
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Someone got daddy's too-smart-to-not-get-in-trouble.
"And I'd win anyway."
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She had to get this out before asking, "Who's your - ugh - daddy?"
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"I don't like time travel," she decided firmly, stomping off to get herself some breakfast. Stomping might have been her general mode of walking, rather than being in a mood, though.
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Or so Kenzi had told her. Repeatedly.
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Yeah, she probably needed to spend less time with Valeria Richards.
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Look, as far as she knew, her mom was dead. As long as her mom was undead - uh, not like that - she didn't want to share. "Can we go see Kenzi now?"
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Which sucked.
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Look, Tamsin was only just starting to figure out how wacky Marvel was.
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"For Iron Man?" Ylva continued, seriously confused by this. "Maybe he's not Iron Man yet."
But that was, like, forever ago.
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"You're telling me he got a suit of armor and goes around calling himself 'Iron Man'?" Tamsin said. "Wow. That's special."
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Ylva shrugged in a manner that implied she wanted to seem cool, but also so wanted to be an Avenger and couldn't commit to agreeing that it was 'special' fully. Because she totally had plans drawn for Iron Valkyrie.
For reasons.
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And ergo not how this Tamsin was wired, thank you.
"No, seriously," she said, "That's dumb. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised."
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Tamsin, no. This was not the appropriate way to bond with your child.
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"You could show me!" Before her father found out and made high pitched noises of horror at them.
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Dagny returned the look with teenage sullenness.
"You stay here," she said, "We're only going around the block."
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She was going to end up a bad ass like Brunnhilde or Sif now.