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xp_logs Nanny and her new children have dinner and she asks one of the children to help her find a missing little girl named Molly that needs rescuing.
"My word, aren't we all good girls and boys?" Francine wheeled herself to the head of the long table, and smiled. "Table set, napkins in our laps, hands washed, I think a certain group of children have almost earned dessert!" She so hated to punish children unless she had to, and rewarding them for good behavior was much more pleasant for everyone. "Peter has been a very, very good boy and gone out and gotten all of us dinner, wasn't that nice of him, children?"
Peter's smile lit up his entire face. "Nanny said I could pick, that I could either walk to the KFC and get chicken and mashed potatoes and greens, or I could ride my bike and go to the grocery store and get ravioli like they have in the packages and not the kind in the can and red sauce." His smile turned a little sheepish and he held up the buckets of chicken proudly. "I like KFC and it is a special treat!"
Lucy sat at the table, picking up the piece of chicken to examine it all scientific-like. She wrinkled her nose and took a tentative bite. "I wanted ravioli," she said quietly.
Jack glared at Peter a little, the look all but invisible behind his shades. He was such a suck up. "Ravioli's more special than KFC. KFC's like fast food and it's not even chicken probably. Everyone gets KFC sometimes but who gets ravioli?" He didn't really like Lucy that much so he wasn't exactly siding with her so much as siding against Peter. The enemy of your enemy and all. Besides, he got crappy fast food all the time in his foster homes. Ravioli meant someone would have to cook. He looked at Nanny with less complaint etched across his face and asked, "Can we have ravioli tomorrow? I can get it. And set the table. And we'll still eat on time."
Addie just shrunk a little more on her seat, as if she were daring anyone to ask her opinion, and started to eat in silence. Food was food, and as long as she wasn't deprived of it she wouldn't complain. Even if she was deprived of it, it would take a special urge to get her into anything resembling a demand. So she just shot a look at Lucy from her seat, urging her to shut up and eat.
Peter scowled. "No, I can get the groceries. You're too little." Also Jack was a jerk. "And if ... if we are rude to people then they will kick us out of the store and you are rude all the time." He did not tell Jack that he smelled, or was a butthead, or that he knew that Jack had that magazine with the naked women, because that was for later if he needed to get Jack in trouble. And oh, it would get him in trouble.
The chicken was very greasy. Lucy knew you weren't supposed to be picky when someone else gave you food, since that was rude, but she couldn't help it. She didn't like the skin, so she pulled it off and put it on the side of her plate, nose still wrinkled. Peter was usually nice to her, so Lucy liked him most of the time, but he always tried so hard to please Nanny - Lucy didn't like that.
"Jack's not so little." Wiping her hand on her napkin, she let it drop to her chair, then a little lower so he could play with Bonzo's ears. He was hidden by the table and her chair, she hoped. Francine frowned. They were arguing again, maybe it had been a bad idea to get older children. Peter had been so quiet at that age, but then, she knew he'd had a struggle with language skills.
"If you are all very, very good tonight, and that means no fighting and eating all of your dinner, then we will talk about perhaps making choosing dinner a family event. Won't that be lovely to choose or cook dinner all together as a family?" She smiled at the children. "Now, I know that I said you have almost all earned dessert, but your Nanny needs one favor from all of you first, there is another little girl who needs our help, her parents are bad, bad people."
They were criminals, and could not care for her at all, and Francine just knew they would turn that perfectly lovely little girl into someone horrible. One of those leather-wearing brats like the last group. Not so little Jack was making a volcano with his mashed potatoes with corn lava to amuse himself. People talked so slooooowly.
They did it on purpose. They wanted to drive him nuts. Maybe not Nanny. She might just be trying to teach him patience. Patience was totally overrated, though. Who needed patience if they could move fast enough to make things happen? Jack made things happen.
He perked up at the word "girl," however. Nanny now had his undivided attention. But that would likely last only a few minutes at most. "Where is she? How old is she? Is she like us?" His words came out in rapid-fire succession, barely discernible from one another. Maybe she'd be cute. And not annoying. But if she was near Lucy the annoying might rub off or something. That'd suck. "I could help. Get in all ninja and stuff!" He made generic karate movements with his hands along with the typical accompanying sounds.
Francine frowned. "Those movies are not good for young developing minds." She was starting to regret letting the children watch television during the day. Peter had once broken a table in half trying to be Jackie Chan. She had hoped that it was just because of his troubles, and his strength. Perhaps it was just all children who were influenced by the television.
She reached into the bag on the side of her wheelchair - hand knit, in white with purple roses. She'd taken up knitting in jail, and it was such a soothing activity - and brought out a photograph of a young girl in a wool cap with bobbles and ear flaps. "This is Molly, and her parents are very bad people. She is the little girl that Peter and I tried to rescue on New Years Eve." Peter had been so upset too. "Her parents left, and took her with them and they are criminals. We must find her. Addie, I was hoping you would be a good helper and use your special power to look for her?"
There was no immediate answer for Addie, who took a moment to feel sorry for whoever they were going to take away from their mommy and daddy. It was wrong , that much she knew, but it wasn't as if she could do much about it. So all that was for her to do was to nod and find her. That would be incredibly easy, as long as hadn't moved to China. She hoped the girl hadn't moved to China, because if she failed at finding her, Nanny would be mad...and that couldn't be a good thing for anyone. "Um, I will", said in her usual little voice, poking a piece of chicken absently for a moment before she cleaned her hand, and retrieved the atlas she was sitting on. If she was glad of something was that the others rarely made fun of her carrying the book around, because she wasn't precisely the tallest person around, and she could use the extra height of it. Not to mention she needed it for her power.
Placing the Atlas open in a random page over the table, Addie relaxed as she focused on someone, this case Molly Hayes. A mental image of the girl appeared and her power kicked in. Addie gasped, as she always did when she started to 'track down' the girl. It was like leaving her body and going up, up, up until she could see North America as a whole, full of people that emitted their own particular signal. It was, if you asked her, a very weird feeling. From there, she just needed to remind Molly's face, and it would start shining down there. And so, Addie dived down to the world, reducing the range of her power, surrounding the girl in a way...
Back where she was sitting, Addie's hands were moving alone, shuffling pages in a hurry. She stopped in a map pf America, of course, and then moved on to several states...until she stopped, somewhere south of Orlando. "Florida Keys", said in a dreamy voice as her finger stopped right at the stop Molly was. She then opened her eyes, who seemed out of focus for a moment, looked down, and quickly took a little black dot sticker out of her pocket and marked the place. Looking up, she gave Nanny a somewhat scared look. "Here."
"Oh, lovely, dear. That is a very good job you did." Francine said, smiling sweetly. "Children, I think we are going to go on a vacation, won't that be fun! Do you think you can all pack up your things and if you are all very good we will get you new swim suits and we can go to the beach once we have found this poor little girl who needs our help."
"My word, aren't we all good girls and boys?" Francine wheeled herself to the head of the long table, and smiled. "Table set, napkins in our laps, hands washed, I think a certain group of children have almost earned dessert!" She so hated to punish children unless she had to, and rewarding them for good behavior was much more pleasant for everyone. "Peter has been a very, very good boy and gone out and gotten all of us dinner, wasn't that nice of him, children?"
Peter's smile lit up his entire face. "Nanny said I could pick, that I could either walk to the KFC and get chicken and mashed potatoes and greens, or I could ride my bike and go to the grocery store and get ravioli like they have in the packages and not the kind in the can and red sauce." His smile turned a little sheepish and he held up the buckets of chicken proudly. "I like KFC and it is a special treat!"
Lucy sat at the table, picking up the piece of chicken to examine it all scientific-like. She wrinkled her nose and took a tentative bite. "I wanted ravioli," she said quietly.
Jack glared at Peter a little, the look all but invisible behind his shades. He was such a suck up. "Ravioli's more special than KFC. KFC's like fast food and it's not even chicken probably. Everyone gets KFC sometimes but who gets ravioli?" He didn't really like Lucy that much so he wasn't exactly siding with her so much as siding against Peter. The enemy of your enemy and all. Besides, he got crappy fast food all the time in his foster homes. Ravioli meant someone would have to cook. He looked at Nanny with less complaint etched across his face and asked, "Can we have ravioli tomorrow? I can get it. And set the table. And we'll still eat on time."
Addie just shrunk a little more on her seat, as if she were daring anyone to ask her opinion, and started to eat in silence. Food was food, and as long as she wasn't deprived of it she wouldn't complain. Even if she was deprived of it, it would take a special urge to get her into anything resembling a demand. So she just shot a look at Lucy from her seat, urging her to shut up and eat.
Peter scowled. "No, I can get the groceries. You're too little." Also Jack was a jerk. "And if ... if we are rude to people then they will kick us out of the store and you are rude all the time." He did not tell Jack that he smelled, or was a butthead, or that he knew that Jack had that magazine with the naked women, because that was for later if he needed to get Jack in trouble. And oh, it would get him in trouble.
The chicken was very greasy. Lucy knew you weren't supposed to be picky when someone else gave you food, since that was rude, but she couldn't help it. She didn't like the skin, so she pulled it off and put it on the side of her plate, nose still wrinkled. Peter was usually nice to her, so Lucy liked him most of the time, but he always tried so hard to please Nanny - Lucy didn't like that.
"Jack's not so little." Wiping her hand on her napkin, she let it drop to her chair, then a little lower so he could play with Bonzo's ears. He was hidden by the table and her chair, she hoped. Francine frowned. They were arguing again, maybe it had been a bad idea to get older children. Peter had been so quiet at that age, but then, she knew he'd had a struggle with language skills.
"If you are all very, very good tonight, and that means no fighting and eating all of your dinner, then we will talk about perhaps making choosing dinner a family event. Won't that be lovely to choose or cook dinner all together as a family?" She smiled at the children. "Now, I know that I said you have almost all earned dessert, but your Nanny needs one favor from all of you first, there is another little girl who needs our help, her parents are bad, bad people."
They were criminals, and could not care for her at all, and Francine just knew they would turn that perfectly lovely little girl into someone horrible. One of those leather-wearing brats like the last group. Not so little Jack was making a volcano with his mashed potatoes with corn lava to amuse himself. People talked so slooooowly.
They did it on purpose. They wanted to drive him nuts. Maybe not Nanny. She might just be trying to teach him patience. Patience was totally overrated, though. Who needed patience if they could move fast enough to make things happen? Jack made things happen.
He perked up at the word "girl," however. Nanny now had his undivided attention. But that would likely last only a few minutes at most. "Where is she? How old is she? Is she like us?" His words came out in rapid-fire succession, barely discernible from one another. Maybe she'd be cute. And not annoying. But if she was near Lucy the annoying might rub off or something. That'd suck. "I could help. Get in all ninja and stuff!" He made generic karate movements with his hands along with the typical accompanying sounds.
Francine frowned. "Those movies are not good for young developing minds." She was starting to regret letting the children watch television during the day. Peter had once broken a table in half trying to be Jackie Chan. She had hoped that it was just because of his troubles, and his strength. Perhaps it was just all children who were influenced by the television.
She reached into the bag on the side of her wheelchair - hand knit, in white with purple roses. She'd taken up knitting in jail, and it was such a soothing activity - and brought out a photograph of a young girl in a wool cap with bobbles and ear flaps. "This is Molly, and her parents are very bad people. She is the little girl that Peter and I tried to rescue on New Years Eve." Peter had been so upset too. "Her parents left, and took her with them and they are criminals. We must find her. Addie, I was hoping you would be a good helper and use your special power to look for her?"
There was no immediate answer for Addie, who took a moment to feel sorry for whoever they were going to take away from their mommy and daddy. It was wrong , that much she knew, but it wasn't as if she could do much about it. So all that was for her to do was to nod and find her. That would be incredibly easy, as long as hadn't moved to China. She hoped the girl hadn't moved to China, because if she failed at finding her, Nanny would be mad...and that couldn't be a good thing for anyone. "Um, I will", said in her usual little voice, poking a piece of chicken absently for a moment before she cleaned her hand, and retrieved the atlas she was sitting on. If she was glad of something was that the others rarely made fun of her carrying the book around, because she wasn't precisely the tallest person around, and she could use the extra height of it. Not to mention she needed it for her power.
Placing the Atlas open in a random page over the table, Addie relaxed as she focused on someone, this case Molly Hayes. A mental image of the girl appeared and her power kicked in. Addie gasped, as she always did when she started to 'track down' the girl. It was like leaving her body and going up, up, up until she could see North America as a whole, full of people that emitted their own particular signal. It was, if you asked her, a very weird feeling. From there, she just needed to remind Molly's face, and it would start shining down there. And so, Addie dived down to the world, reducing the range of her power, surrounding the girl in a way...
Back where she was sitting, Addie's hands were moving alone, shuffling pages in a hurry. She stopped in a map pf America, of course, and then moved on to several states...until she stopped, somewhere south of Orlando. "Florida Keys", said in a dreamy voice as her finger stopped right at the stop Molly was. She then opened her eyes, who seemed out of focus for a moment, looked down, and quickly took a little black dot sticker out of her pocket and marked the place. Looking up, she gave Nanny a somewhat scared look. "Here."
"Oh, lovely, dear. That is a very good job you did." Francine said, smiling sweetly. "Children, I think we are going to go on a vacation, won't that be fun! Do you think you can all pack up your things and if you are all very good we will get you new swim suits and we can go to the beach once we have found this poor little girl who needs our help."
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