Oh my goodness! I love River and Christine! Congrats to Indy! And to you Tia ^^
Thanks, Wolfie! Only two more to go...
Exactly my reaction to that baby food stuff. *Shudder*.
Pippin: they're both characters. River is River Tam from Joss Whedon's short-lived and sadly missed Firefly/Serenity.
That loud burting sound you heard was my mind being blown!
So happy to be keeping you both amused!
Chapter Forty - Eight - Angel of Mischief"Erik, my lad, why are you wanderin' about lookin' like the undertaker?" Gytha asked when she got in from work.
Erik shrugged. "Christine pushed me in front of the mirror," he replied.
"It's much more dignified than what he was wearing," Christine said, as Legolas carried her in.
"Sweet Eru, Lasse, why do you look like a bargain basement ninja?" Tia exclaimed.
"I didn't want to wear the elf suit again, and it was either this or that dress Elrond always wears," the elf said. "It's comfortable."
Tia shuddered. "Just keep the glasses on," she sighed.
Christine was born with a lovely, if at times very piercing voice, and practiced singing to Snuggles constantly, when she wasn't handing out fashion advice.
"It's very nice," Luna told her. "Maybe we can find that old karaoke machine we used to have."
"Why?" the toddler asked. "Singing is going to be my skill, so it'll be my career as well."
"No, actually," Jareth told her, "you're going to be writing."
"Nonsense, GK," she told him, with a level gaze. "Why on earth would I be writing when my talent is obviously singing?"
"Because singing isn't a supermax skill," Tia put in, rubbing her eyebrow. "I'm running out of unique skills, so writing is yours."
"And what, exactly, am I supposed to write?" the toddler asked, her voice going up several octaves.
"It doesn't really matter, as long as you supermax it," Jareth told her. "Badly disguised fanfiction seems to be doing quite well these days."
"But if I have to spend all my time writing, how will I have a singing career?" Christine pouted.
"Just have writing as your career, 'Tite," Tia told her. "It'll make everyone's life easier."
"Blasphemy!" Erik said, scooping her up. "The world needs to hear her voice!"
"Alright, alright, if you supermax writing before you're ancient, you can go for the singing career." Tia gave in. "Jareth, do you have any more of that asprin?"
Erik tucked Christine into bed and she promptly fell asleep.
A picture was taken since it was the last time Christine would see a bed for the foreseeable future.
She aged up the next day and was not amused.
"Fix it! Fix it right now!" she yelled at Tia
"You have no hair! What do you want me to do? What if we fluff it up a bit and maybe thin out those eyebrows?"
"Jareth, I want you to know that I am not happy with this at all," she complained. "I have been a child for less than a full day and I have read an entire series of books on body parts. What was Mag thinking?"
"Consider her origin story," Jareth said.
"Some of the illustrations were pretty graphic and put River over the edge again. I had to hide Snuggles, since River started thinking about Reavers. She's been sparring with Indy ever since."
"Thank heavens for that," Tia muttered. "The last thing we need is another IF running around."
"Hey!" protested everyone from Legolas on down.
Christine did, however, decide to have a little fun between churning out trashy novels instead of sleeping.
And she was good at it, too.
"Christine!"
"Just sitting here typing," she called back.
Two at the same time...
Which had Jareth put her in time out.
"Jareth! Let her off the hook, we don't have time for this," Tia protested. "And then go talk to Luna."
"Luna, my dear," Jareth said gently, as he interrupted her, "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to teach them to drive."
"But Jareth, we were going to have races, like at Monte Carlo," she said.
"I'm afraid I have to put my foot down on this one, Luna. They're much too small to reach the pedals."
"Yes, but if you have two on the pedals, one to steer and one to co-ordinate the others, I think it will work well," she responded.
"Take them out to hunt butterflies, Luna, but you are the only one permitted to drive."
Meanwhile...
"Christine? Are you crying, 'Tite?" Tia asked, horrified.
"No," she sobbed.
"Gytha!" Tia called desperately.
"Erik put you in time out?" Gytha said, shaking her head. "Well, I'll just be havin' a little talk with him then."
And before anyone knew it, it was birthday time again.
"Don't say it, just make my head taller," Christine muttered.
"Eru above," Tia whispered. "You look just like Justin Beiber!"
