040 - Want It All Back

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[It's Monday morning, time for all the good children of the city to be going to school. There is a very enthusiastic redhead skipping down the sidewalk with her backpack balanced on her head. She's dressed very much like your typical 13(ish) year old... but her bare feet slap the sidewalk as she dances her way through the crowd singing at the top of her lungs.]

Schooo~oool, schooo~oool, gooooiiiing to schoooo~ooool! Edward is going to leaaaarn something today yes oh yes!

[She's not entiiiiirely watching where she's going, if she's not careful she might run into someone]

((OOC: Open for action on the street.))

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[encryptedlock]

[There are two men, one York and one human Delta, wandering around looking for an open market this morning. They seem to be more or less ignoring people, but they both stiffen up when they hear that voice.

As subtly as possible, they blend into the crowd and start tailing her.

It can't be Ed. Can it?]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Completely oblivious to the fact that she's being followed, Edward continues prancing down the sidewalk, happily singing along.]

Where is Edward going? To schooooooOOOOOOOooool! Whyyy? Because Edward wants to know eeeeeverything! [She laughs, spinning in a circle with her arms outstretched]

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[Tomoe is walking down the street towards her, still wearing jeans because she couldn't find anything else where she appeared last night along with a fairly warm peacoat. She slows a bit as the distance closes, noting the absence of shoes on the girl's feet more than anything else... because... you know... it's kind of the middle of winter.]

[She stops and calls out.]

Aren't your feet cold?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward stops and looks down at her feet, thinking for a minute before looking back up at the new person speaking to her. She shrugs with a smile.]

Not cold, no. Edward doesn't give them a chance to get cold! [She giggles and spins in a circle to demonstrate]

[nyochhavar.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is walking her own brood to school, and smiles when she sees her next-door neighbour, slipping some shoes out of the buggy (SHE COMES PREPARED BY NOW).]

Good morning, Edward.

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward grins and waves as she runs over.]

Good moooorn~iiing!

[futurehokage.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, Naruto happens to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong moment and goes crashing into to the ground when she runs into him. And the stuff in his backpack scatters because he fails at zippers.]

Hey! You need to watch where you're going.

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward catches her backpack before it hits the ground. She grins at Naruto, rubbing the back of her head.]

Whoops! Crash landing! Nyuuuuu [she makes an explosion noise, waving her arms.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[there's someone else wandering down the sidewalk and not really paying attention to where she's going, focus down as she tries to rearrange the things in her fancy new french handbag]

Did they just make everything smaller back then, or something?...

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Are you going to school with Edward? Hall pass, pleeaaa- OOF! [Edward'S singing is cut off as she dances straight into Faye. She giggles, rubbing the back of her head.]

Whoops! Busy busy sidewalk.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Another thing that sucks about Earth (in the list that Spike has been making): his timezones are completely off. Which is why he's awake this early on a Monday morning, and not because of a rumor that he's been yet again employed somewhere he doesn't intend to visit.

He's on the other side of the road when Ed passes by. ... Ed. Passed by...

Spike stops in his tracks and watches as she skips away. Then, for some completely unknown reason, he starts to follow her. Still keeping his distance, of course, but this is one hallucination he needs to check up on.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Still singing and bopping along, her arms swinging widely]

What will Edward learn today? History, biology [switching to her spooky voice] It's a myyyyyystery!

1/3

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Five's got a new sprig of celery in his nice fancy tour guide uniform, and a lovely warm winter hat, and some very nice fuzzy mittens, and is perfectly comfortable walking backwards as he leads his first group of the day. the job assignment's certainly more amenable than it was in Los Angeles, and he's not stuck to a chair anymore, so really, he'd be ecstatic with anything. as he walks, he talks --]

-- which was decommissioned in 1956, I'm afraid, but if you make it up to Normandy during your travels, there's a rather lovely diorama of it, there. The Captain himself, unfortunately, passed away in 1987.

[scanning the street for his next talking point, he spots the next building and keeps on chattering]

And to your left is Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the fourth--

2/3

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[gets about five steps down. stops. looks from the tour group to Edward]

Ah.

One moment please.

3/3

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[at which point he UTTERLY ABANDONS his tour group and goes running up to her, beaming]

EDWARD! Goodness, when did you get back?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward turns when she hears her name... and sees a strange tour guide wearing a vegetable running over to her like he knows her. Wut. She blinks and smiles cheerfully]

Back? Edward's always lived here.

[syntax-error24.livejournal.com]

[Indeed, good children should be going to school. Dairine is... not, despite what some might think. She's still ajusting to the world change, and really sees no point in attending something here that she doesn't like back home.

So instead of going to school, Dairine's out exploring the area! Might as well, if she's gonna live here for a while. Right now she has a map in hand, looking up at a nearby building curiously, memorizing its name and appearance.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, a tourist. Edward skips over, peeking over her shoulder]

Hello!

Late, but can I come to the party anyway?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[It may be early on a Monday morning, but there are a surprising number of people out. Including a blonde woman currently standing quietly on a street corner, examining her surroundings with careful (but somewhat curious) eyes.

... One so caught up in those observations that the child headed straight in her direction completely escapes her notice.]

Of course! /grabby hands :D

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward's still bopping along, talking in her sing-song voice]

Always raise your hand before talking to the teacher! Ed's huuuuuungry. Is it lunchtime, yet?

[So lost in her thoughts is she that she runs smack dab into the mysterious blond woman]

Whoops! Error in the flight plan. Unscheduled stop!

shoosh, this is not late. >.<

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[And bump into someone she does! Coraline looks about as happy that she's going to school as someone would be getting stung by a bee.

But that grumpy look is replaced by one of surprise as she finds herself elbow-first on the ground staring at her bff]

...


EDWARD?

Not one bit

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward stumbles backwards a couple of steps when she runs into the strange girl who... knows her name... wut?]

Uh-huh. Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV!

[encryptedlock]

[There are two men, one York and one human Delta, wandering around looking for an open market this morning. They seem to be more or less ignoring people, but they both stiffen up when they hear that voice.

As subtly as possible, they blend into the crowd and start tailing her.

It can't be Ed. Can it?]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Completely oblivious to the fact that she's being followed, Edward continues prancing down the sidewalk, happily singing along.]

Where is Edward going? To schooooooOOOOOOOooool! Whyyy? Because Edward wants to know eeeeeverything! [She laughs, spinning in a circle with her arms outstretched]

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[Tomoe is walking down the street towards her, still wearing jeans because she couldn't find anything else where she appeared last night along with a fairly warm peacoat. She slows a bit as the distance closes, noting the absence of shoes on the girl's feet more than anything else... because... you know... it's kind of the middle of winter.]

[She stops and calls out.]

Aren't your feet cold?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward stops and looks down at her feet, thinking for a minute before looking back up at the new person speaking to her. She shrugs with a smile.]

Not cold, no. Edward doesn't give them a chance to get cold! [She giggles and spins in a circle to demonstrate]

[nyochhavar.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is walking her own brood to school, and smiles when she sees her next-door neighbour, slipping some shoes out of the buggy (SHE COMES PREPARED BY NOW).]

Good morning, Edward.

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward grins and waves as she runs over.]

Good moooorn~iiing!

[futurehokage.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, Naruto happens to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong moment and goes crashing into to the ground when she runs into him. And the stuff in his backpack scatters because he fails at zippers.]

Hey! You need to watch where you're going.

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward catches her backpack before it hits the ground. She grins at Naruto, rubbing the back of her head.]

Whoops! Crash landing! Nyuuuuu [she makes an explosion noise, waving her arms.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[there's someone else wandering down the sidewalk and not really paying attention to where she's going, focus down as she tries to rearrange the things in her fancy new french handbag]

Did they just make everything smaller back then, or something?...

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Are you going to school with Edward? Hall pass, pleeaaa- OOF! [Edward'S singing is cut off as she dances straight into Faye. She giggles, rubbing the back of her head.]

Whoops! Busy busy sidewalk.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Another thing that sucks about Earth (in the list that Spike has been making): his timezones are completely off. Which is why he's awake this early on a Monday morning, and not because of a rumor that he's been yet again employed somewhere he doesn't intend to visit.

He's on the other side of the road when Ed passes by. ... Ed. Passed by...

Spike stops in his tracks and watches as she skips away. Then, for some completely unknown reason, he starts to follow her. Still keeping his distance, of course, but this is one hallucination he needs to check up on.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Still singing and bopping along, her arms swinging widely]

What will Edward learn today? History, biology [switching to her spooky voice] It's a myyyyyystery!

1/3

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Five's got a new sprig of celery in his nice fancy tour guide uniform, and a lovely warm winter hat, and some very nice fuzzy mittens, and is perfectly comfortable walking backwards as he leads his first group of the day. the job assignment's certainly more amenable than it was in Los Angeles, and he's not stuck to a chair anymore, so really, he'd be ecstatic with anything. as he walks, he talks --]

-- which was decommissioned in 1956, I'm afraid, but if you make it up to Normandy during your travels, there's a rather lovely diorama of it, there. The Captain himself, unfortunately, passed away in 1987.

[scanning the street for his next talking point, he spots the next building and keeps on chattering]

And to your left is Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the fourth--

2/3

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[gets about five steps down. stops. looks from the tour group to Edward]

Ah.

One moment please.

3/3

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[at which point he UTTERLY ABANDONS his tour group and goes running up to her, beaming]

EDWARD! Goodness, when did you get back?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward turns when she hears her name... and sees a strange tour guide wearing a vegetable running over to her like he knows her. Wut. She blinks and smiles cheerfully]

Back? Edward's always lived here.

[syntax-error24.livejournal.com]

[Indeed, good children should be going to school. Dairine is... not, despite what some might think. She's still ajusting to the world change, and really sees no point in attending something here that she doesn't like back home.

So instead of going to school, Dairine's out exploring the area! Might as well, if she's gonna live here for a while. Right now she has a map in hand, looking up at a nearby building curiously, memorizing its name and appearance.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, a tourist. Edward skips over, peeking over her shoulder]

Hello!

Late, but can I come to the party anyway?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[It may be early on a Monday morning, but there are a surprising number of people out. Including a blonde woman currently standing quietly on a street corner, examining her surroundings with careful (but somewhat curious) eyes.

... One so caught up in those observations that the child headed straight in her direction completely escapes her notice.]

Of course! /grabby hands :D

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward's still bopping along, talking in her sing-song voice]

Always raise your hand before talking to the teacher! Ed's huuuuuungry. Is it lunchtime, yet?

[So lost in her thoughts is she that she runs smack dab into the mysterious blond woman]

Whoops! Error in the flight plan. Unscheduled stop!

shoosh, this is not late. >.<

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[And bump into someone she does! Coraline looks about as happy that she's going to school as someone would be getting stung by a bee.

But that grumpy look is replaced by one of surprise as she finds herself elbow-first on the ground staring at her bff]

...


EDWARD?

Not one bit

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward stumbles backwards a couple of steps when she runs into the strange girl who... knows her name... wut?]

Uh-huh. Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV!