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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

One Beaver Baby.

One Doll.

One Table Fort that is HERS and you should NOT COME IN because she doesn't go into YOUR forts or take YOUR parents away or burn YOUR house up with a fire, so you should not go in HER Table Fort, no.

Sunny is sitting with Jemma inna corner of her Table Fort.

She is Not Happy. And has bitten through two teething rings.

Not.

Happy.

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[lastgunslinger]

"Fuck."

Roland just dropped the book in his hand.

He bends over to pick it up and sees Sunny.

He hunkers.

"Long days and pleasant nights."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Fuck 'oo too," she says, offended, and for a moment the Old Sunny is back.

And then she sees that it's Rolan' and Rolan' is nice and wouldn't be mean, so her annoyance is gone.

"Hi."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*One Barman.

One bottle of tequila.

One exasperated father outside the Fort.*

Hey, munchkin.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Hi." She looks solemnly out at him with big eyes and a dolly in her arms.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir, done with his dishwashing shift, sits at a table with some supper.

Then he looks a bit confused, and bends to look under the table.

"Sunny?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Hi Bowomiw," Sunny says quietly and waves.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

A plate is slid hastily into the fort. It contains one large chocolate chip cookie, a portion of which looks as though it has already been ripped off and eaten.

Xander figures it's best to bribe before knocking.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny just looks at it.

Someone gave her a cookie?

...Aww.

"Zandur come in," she says after a moment.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace does not mean to bug Sunny in her table fort.

Ace doesn't even know Sunny is inna table fort.

Ace does know the coin she was playing with has skidded over here somewhere.

So she's getting closer, hunting for it.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

There is a Fierce Growling.

...No, not really, just a mumbling of a Beaver Baby who is trying to cheer up her dolly Jemma.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He doesn't drop something, so that isn't how he sees her.

Arithon is just rather small himself, and tends to look toward the floor.

So he just settles down on the ground near her, and holds out a hand,

"Good evening, e'dal ka. May I ask who built such a fortress as this?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Ooo.

He's a SMART one, at least.

Sunny eyes him, warily, then points at the dolly. "Jemma build wif Sunny."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Sunny doesn't need a plastic teething ring.

Not when Faith is sliding a new wooden one under the table to her.

Faith's been carving again.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

It's a pretty one.

Sunny peers at it before sticking her head out. A little.

"Hi."

[thecoolone]

"Now there's someone I've been looking for. It's our very own Miss Sunny, right?"

Bill kneels just outside the fort, knowing better than to invite himself in.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny peers out at him.

"...Yes."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Megan crawls under the table, dragging a yellow boa and several strings of beads.

Fortunately, the floor isn't dirty.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"'Egan!" She perks up. A little.

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

A fort! Oooh, a fort. Maybe there were chickens inside.

He crept near, belly to the floor, eyes wide.

Well. That.... is not a chicken. It looks a little like the one who tamed him, though. Smaller, yes, but similar. He creeps a little closer, the fur on his tail poofed out.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She peers at the creature. "Puppy?"

[smallestopener]

*Ingress bounds in clicky-clacking along with her sparkly blue birthday shoes. She's carrying a couple of dinosaurs with her.

When she spots Sunny, she smiles hugely and hurries over.*

Sunny, Sunny, I haven't seen you in forever!

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny smiles when she sees Ing'ess and waves a little. "Hi!"

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

*Millie wanders by and notices Sunny and Jemma. She misses Julie. She taps her front paw against the nearest leg of the table fortress and tries giving Sunny a smile*

Hi.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny looks at Millie and then waves. "Hi."

[iustus_rex]

Edmund is not dropping anything.

It is simply that he does not apparently realize that this particular table is actually a Table Fort, and therefore when he sits down with his sketchbook, and pencils, and tea, it is nothing but coincidence that it, in fact, is.

... perhaps it would be better to say that he isn't dropping anything yet, because at least one of those pencils is balanced rather precariously on the edge of the table.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Mine." A small face glowers up at him.