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[takiena_called]

Finn's sitting at a table (pick a table, any table) with his sketchbook laying forgotten to the side, sleeves of his collared shirt still rolled up from working outside. Why, you would ask, is his ever-present sketchbook forgotten?

Well, that'd probably be why he's leaning forward (occasionally readjusting his sword as it catches in the chair legs) and biting his lip, too. Jenga is harder to play by yourself than it looks.

Feel free to pitch in--he has a sheet of instructions next to him. 

[tinytag: Anastasia Krupnik]

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[for-petessake.livejournal.com]

It's the sword that catches Anastasia's eye first. Then the game.

The sight of the game makes her want to walk over and say hello. She's a whiz at Jenga. She and her little brother play all the time, even though Sam usually manages to knock it down in about three moves.

The sword? Makes her think she should keep her distance. In Anastasia's world, teenage boys who carry blades tend to be gang members.

They usually carry switchblades instead of swords. But still.

The two conflicting impulses add up to one very indecisive looking twelve-year-old girl, hovering several feet from the table.

[takiena_called]

[OOC: Sorry, I was eating dinner! Also, are we ignoring their previous threadlet...? :)]

Finn blinks up at her, after a moment, and smiles uncertainly. He doesn't look like a gang member. "Hi."

[for-petessake.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *facepalm* I had totally forgotten! Perhaps fresh start would be the best policy. :)]

Anastasia's smile is equally uncertain, and she pushes her glasses back up the bridge of her nose more out of habit than necessity.

"Hi," she replies.

[takiena_called]

[OOC: Sure! :)]

Finn blinks at her, uncertain of exactly the thread of conversational habit he's supposed to follow here. "Did--you want to play? I've never, um, done this before."

[for-petessake.livejournal.com]

Anastasia gives her glasses another unnecessary nudge.

"Sure. I mean, Jenga's fun. I play it a lot at home."

"Just....what's with the sword?" she asks.

Sometimes it's easier to just ask up front.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

There's a slight shift, a swishy sort of noise, and then there's a pale nymph-chin propped up on his shoulder.

It takes a bit of balancing on one of the chair legs (not the one with the sharp objects, mind you, cause ow) but it's interesting to be taller than people for a change. Even if it is a brief, cheating sort of change.

Curious, "It is a tower?"

[takiena_called]

(Thankfully it is in a sheathe, as the mun was remiss in pointing out! But still, ow.)

Finn startles very slightly, thankfully having already removed the most recent piece (still, the be-gapped tower rocks a bit, and resettles). "It's a game," he tells her, with a bemused glance over at his shoulder. "You make the tower out of these blocks and--then you try to take them back out? Without it falling."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

(Lethe could probably manage to stab herself anyhow, so it's probably best that she's not too close anyhow.)

She smiles brightly back and him before narrowing her eyes on the odd little building in the middle of the table, one set of fingers ruffling his hair absently.

"So it is like making a tower backwards?"

[takiena_called]

"Kind of," he agrees, smiling. "Except you can't just take them off the top. There's rules against that. Um. How--have you been?"

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

She nods her head solemnly, committing the rules to memory. (Or, at the very least, she makes a rather convincing show of doing so.)

"Very well," she chirps, then wrinkles her nose up a bit. "Though I have learned that Cerberus should not be allowed near alcohol - or near the Lady Demeter when she has had alcohol."

Gods are weird.

A slight shake of her head, "And how have you been? Well, I hope?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X, who was passing by at some point after dinner, stops a few feet away.

Beat.

Beat.

"You are not building anything useful?"

[takiena_called]

"No. It's a game," Finn glances up at her. "The bar gave it to me when I asked for something to do that wasn't sketching."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Oh."

X tilts her head, studying the setup.

"I do not understand."

[takiena_called]

"You build it," Finn explains, with the expertise that comes from Having Scanned Over The Instructions. "And then you take parts out--from the middle, you can't just go backwards--and try to, um, keep it from falling as long as possible? By which parts you take out."

He shrugs. "You're supposed to play with more people--so the person who's turn it falls on loses. But I'm not."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Oh."

X moves a step forward. Carefully.

"It is not useful?"

[walksthebounds]

"Don't pull that one," Jamie says, after eyeing the tottering tower for a few moments.

"It looks a bit pivotal. Try the one up and to the left."

[takiena_called]

Finn's fingers move up to the one Jamie recommends, pulling it out gingerly. The tower tilts for a moment, and resettles.

He grins over at him. "Thanks!"

[walksthebounds]

Jamie's spent some time building things.

. . . all right, so he wasn't so much involved in the design process, but you learn a lot hauling bricks, too!

"Anytime," he says, with an answering grin. If you want unwanted advice, Jamie's your man. "How've you been?"

[takiena_called]

"Um, I've been okay. A little bored--not much to do? How've--you been?"

Finn nods to a seat at the table, with a half-smile.

[walksthebounds]

Jamie doesn't need any more invitation to drop himself into it.

"Not bored," he says frankly, "I'll tell you. We've been moving about a million miles a minute for the past little while, so it's good to have the break."

He glances over at the back door. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be bored while there were still things left to do on that ship."

[fighting_mad]

"Hey, kiddo," calls a voice from behind, and a high-pitched squeal of interested greeting immediately follows.

[takiena_called]

Finn brightens immediately, and half-rises from his chair as he turns. "Hi, Plourr! --Hi, Ianna," he adds, startled. She's grown, a lot. He hadn't realized how long it'd been since he'd seen her.

[fighting_mad]

Ianna was up on her mother's shoulder, peering brightly around at the bar as it passes her by; Plourr turns her around so that she can see Finn, her chubby legs dangling.

When the baby beams at him? There are a few teeth involved.

"She'd say hi, but right now, her most complex word is 'ba.' "

[takiena_called]

"You've got to start somewhere," he informs her, tearing his eyes away from Ianna. "How--are you, Plourr?"

[fighting_mad]

"Fine," she says briskly, coming up beside him. "My arms are getting tired, though, and I can't have that. Sit down and hold your hands out."

Ianna may be getting big, but Plourr's got guns that belong on a Star Destroyer; she could carry her all day. It's not much of an excuse to hand the baby off, but it's an excuse.

Plourr has never been accused of being a particularly subtle humanoid.