Moira and Paige

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Moira decides that enough is enough and heads out but decides that Paige is overdue for a good kidnapping. They take Scott's car (with, *gasp*, permission!) and somehow wind up at the Toy Store. This probably does not bode well for the rest of the Mansion.



It was almost a stalk as Moira hurried through the Mansion. She had just spent a good deal of time patching Amanda back up and putting a strangle hold on her temper. She was furious at the both of them and knew she needed to get out as soon as she could. Too many things had happened in too short of a time period and she needed off the campus grounds. With car keys firmly in hand, she blew through the kitchen and nearly ran over Paige. Pausing, she turned and blinked. Paige looked like she could do with an afternoon drive. Actually, Paige looked like she could do with a good kidnapping.

"Paige!" Reaching over, Moira hooked her arm under the other girls and grinned. "'ave anythin' important ta do?"

"Uh..." Paige answered in her usual articulate way. She was being dragged as she thought, making it rather difficult, scrabbling around in her brain. This is what she got for being an innocent bystander, just walking the halls in an attempt to find something to do. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Because I'm goin' ta bloody well kill someone if'n I dinnae leave th' Mansion," she responded, sounding incredibly sincere about it. "So, I'm goin' out an' yer bein' kidnapped wit' me. Sounds good?"

Paige blinked twice, trying to let that settle in her brain for a moment. Then she shrugged, smiling. "Sure! Beats doing laundry."

"Anythin' beats doin' laundry. An' we 'ave Scott's car. Because apparently I imitated th' Exercist an' 'e dinnae want ta say nay."

"Scott's car?" Paige instantly perked. Man, did she love Scott's car. Scott's shiny, shiny car. Anything was good as long as one could get there in that car. "I'm very game. Lead on demon in possession of Moira!"

"Everythin' considered, if'n we dinnae get out o' 'ere soon, I"m goin' ta let it rip on a few people." Ahh, the garage. Really, she had no idea which car was Scott's, he had just been the first person who looked like he owned keys who had crossed her path. Fishing them out of her pocket, she pressed the button and a grin spread when she noticed which one light up. "Well now, tha's enough ta brighten any girl's day."

Paige smiled up at Moira, not quite able to manage a grin but willing to pretend she was just peachy for her. "The Captain has good taste in machines. I should take you out on the motorcycle one day," she said, climbing into the passenger seat. "It's fast."

"Motorcycle, eh?" She grinned and buckled herself in. It was obvious that Paige was putting up a pretty good front--she hadn't missed the fact that she hadn't been at the party last night and she was good at catching the small things about people. But when Paige needed to, eventually, talk about it, Moira would listen. She didn't want to push. Much. "'avenae been on one in years. Old boyfriend 'ad one, though."

"Yep! Horses, Chemistry and machines. Me in a nutshell, right there. I was tractor driving when I was about seven and carrying a wrench much before that," Paige replied, smiling a little more as she turned down the stereo system. Talking to Moira was so much more interesting, even if she was giving her the 'I see right through you, missy' look when Paige wasn't supposed to be paying attention. "I don't have a natural talent for it, not like some people, but it makes sense to me. My family never had to go far to find me at home. If I wasn't in the stables I was under some engine or another and if I wasn't there I was blowing up something in then barn. They made the mistake of getting me a Chemistry set."

A laugh escaped her at the mental image of that one. "I blew up a few rooms in me time as well. Again, th' mistake was an innocent lookin' Chemistry set. I like cars meself but I'm more fond o' th' older models. More interestin' thin's in them, I think anyway. More 'istory as well." Moira smiled at the memory of her mother's car. "Ye can learn a lot 'bout someone through their 'obbies."

Paige looked over at Mora, smiling brightly now. "Like you and I may be the same person?" she teased, enjoying the ease in which she could speak with Moira and how her shoulders were very slowly relaxing away from her ears.

Another laugh and Moira nodded, speeding up the car slightly. "If I believed in time travel an' a lot o' hair colorin'..." she teased back.

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Moira blinked, a little startled, by the sheer amount of colors. "Good Lord, 'tis been years since--" she neatly dodged a hyper active toddler with a squishy frog "--well, tha' would be showin' me age." She and Paige had somehow wound up at the local Toys R' Us and had unanimously decided that, yes, this had been their destination from the get go.

Paige looked up from where she was fingering a neon coloured triceratops, her entire face alight. "It's like therapy. Really, we should take troubled people here. Oh! Jump rope!" Laughing, Paige resisted and came back over to Moira.

"I'm afraid if'n we took jump rope back ta th' mansion, I'd 'urt someone wit' it," she snickered, poking at an odd looking plush doll thing that screeched "MOMMA! DADDA! BOTTLE!" at the top of it's lungs. She stared at it for a second before edging around it. "These toys scare me."

"I won't tell if you don't!" Paige chirped innocently before pausing in front of the doll that had struck fear into the heart of Moira. She stared at it a moment before carefully backing away. "Okay, that one is a little odd. Let's not go down that aisle."

"Toys in me day werenay scary. Most o' these bloody thin's look like Chucky on crack." Soon they were clear of the girl toys and clearly had wandered into the boys section. "Now these are more fun. Ooo, Nerf guns..." Moira looked at them longingly.

"Can we get a Nerf gun?" Paige asked, allowing herself a hint of a wheedling tone. "Please? I promise to take good care of it and we could have it on opposite days and it doesn't need walking or anything!" The boy's section was much more their style. There were shiny toys of mass destruction.

Giggling a little, she reached out and eyed one. She glanced over at Paige and grinned because the young woman was currently hopping up and down with glee. It looked like a good deal of the tension had left and, well, what was one more toy? "Sure, I dinnae see why nay..."

Paige made a very happy noise and hugged Moira. "Aw, you're the best. I sense run-by Nerf shootings in the near future," Paige said, dropping her little kid act but not losing any of her light.

Moira hugged Paige back and tossed the Nerf gun, and reloads, into the little basket she had grabbed on a whim. "Nerf shootin's are th' best," she said, walking down the isle, still looking for something. She didn't know what but she figured she would figure it out as soon as she saw it. "Lon' range weapons rule."

"I also like the foam bats, but we can save those for next time," Paige commented, trailing along beside her partner in crime. So many primary coloured weapons of fun, so little time.

"For most o' th' people in th' mansion, close up weapons are nay a good choice," Moira said cheerfully, peering around the corner. "Well, 'ello there." There were three shelves of brightly colored kosh balls. She grinned over her shoulder at Paige. "I think we may 'ave a winner."

Paige, if it were possible, burst into an even more glorious smile, running her eyes along the countless little rubber, furry but not things. "Jackpot I say."

"Hrm--so many colours ta choice from!"

Paige squinted hard, trying to decide. Finally, "I vote all of them."

Moira paused and thought about it. "Sounds good ta me!"