21} little miss can't be wrong

[theresalwayshope]

[VIDEO;public]

[When Allison wakes up in her bed in the morning...she knows something isn't right.

For one thing, the bed is too big. For another, it's not her house. There's a part of her that understands why it's not, and that she's somewhere else. She's curled up around a bunny rabbit in her bed, one nibbling on a bright pink bandanna, and she knows it's hers. She knows her name is Duchess, and when Duchess notices Allison is awake, she promptly licks her nose, making Allison giggle and dispelling any disquiet she was feeling over her situation.

It takes a few tries, but she finally gets her communicator broadcasting a public video. She's stretched out on her bed, Duchess is sitting in front of her, and Allison has managed to procure a neat little handful of hay for Duchess to nibble on in the middle of the bed.]

Hello! I'm lookin' for my Mommy an' Daddy.

[Her little voice is bright, but very matter off fact as she addresses the camera while toying with one of Duchess's soft ears. The bunny allows it as she eats.]

My daddy's name is Christopher Argent an' my mommy's name is Victoria Argent. Daddy's this big...[She tries to stretch her arm up over her head without falling over on the mattress.]...an' Mommy has red hairs with blue eyes.

If you see 'em, please tell them that Allison is in a weird room with...a big bed, an'...and a new bunny named Duchess, and that I'm okay.

[Duchess swivels her head away from the hay to lick Allison again, making her giggle.]

THANKS YOU!

[She dissolves into a fit of giggles as Duchess shifts to try and lick her neck instead.]

[SPAM]

[Later, Allison finds clothes in her closet, so she dresses herself, and in place of her usual bow and ammunition, her Nerf bow and arrows are in place (a typical part of her wardrobe from home at that age). She carefully arms herself, being in a strange place, she finds a purse that seems to be made for bunnies (even if it's very big for her to carry), and she leaves her cabin to explore, ready for anything.

Allison can be found literally anywhere on the ship, skulking around and armed with a bow loaded with foam arrows, hauling a purse bunny along with her that, if overheard, she refers to repeatedly as 'Friar Tuck' when she decides she's playing Robin Hood.]

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[thekidsnotalright]

[Hi Allison, have a possibly familiar face watching you idly, a patented expression of disinterest on his face that's comepletely at odds with the fact that he bohered answering in the first place.]

They're not here, you can ask all you want but they're not gonna show.

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[notagirlygirl]

[Wrong thing to say, sir. For a second, the six year old gets teary eyed, lower lip pooched out and quivering...but then she takes a deep breath and composes herself. Mommy says tears when you're scared are what babies do, and Allison is a big girl. She's not supposed to cry when she's scared.

So she sniffs hard, blinks at the screen...and feels better, because something about the boy makes her feel safe.]

That's okay. You can help me. My arrows are on a high shelf. I can't reach, an' Daddy says I'm not a'posed to climb on anything higher than a chair 'cause I'll fall down and crack my skull open.

Will you come help me, Mister? I'll let you pet my bunny! Her name's Duchess. She's very soft.

[Spam]

[mercurialize]

[The skulker has a skulkerer.

She looks like some noble's kid. Not something Azoth sees everyday.

There is absolutely no tact in his approach. He walks up to her from behind and just blurts out,]

What are you doing?

[Spam]

[notagirlygirl]

[Allison is peering around a corner when the voice comes. With a shriek, she whirls around, and with a lot more dexterity than one would expect a little girl wielding foam arrows to have, she notches one and draws her toy bow as if it were the real thing, scowling at her "assailant."]

What're you doing, sneakin' up on people? You're not a'posed to sneak up on people with weapons. You get shooted that way!

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[clockworkflower]

They won't be here, but it's all right. Everyone here's nice and there'll be party food, later!

I've got dogs.

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[notagirlygirl]

[Party food's a pretty good thing to know about, but the mention of dogs...]

Your dogs don't eat bunnies, do they?

[maced_eggs]

Does everyone get that? Bunnies in their rooms? I've got one too and this is not my bloody room.

[notagirlygirl]

Maybe it's a birthday present! My birthday's, um...[She frowns, counting on her fingers quietly] Four weeks!

...well, a little longer. 'Cause it's not Christmas yet.

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[ichoosefight]

Yeah, I'll let them know.

[ Ignore all those other stupid teenagers and kids, 16-year-old Steph knows what she's talking about. And she's also got a very nice smile. ]

You need any help with her?

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[notagirlygirl]

Thank you, ma'am!

[The lady on the other end looks really nice, so Allison chatters away brightly.]

No! I found her hay, an' her rabbits food, an' her woobie. [She points at the pink bandanna sitting nearby.] But um...there's some high up stuffs in my room that I need? An' Daddy says I can't reach higher than standin' on a not-moving chair if I want high ups things. Could you help me, please?

[fencingchamp]

We're on a place called the Barge. - You might have to survive without them for a bit.

I'm Stephen.

[notagirlygirl]

[Allison sort of knows he's right, but she's not sure how...but knowing doesn't make the prospect any more appealing, so she pouts at him.]

What if I want my mommy an' daddy? What if I gotsa tell 'em something super important? Or I fall an' crack my head open? Or someone makes me eat creamed corn?

[From the look that follows and the way she sticks her tongue out, this is clearly a fate worse than death, requiring rescue by a parental figure of some sort.]

[mostlynormal]

A bunny!

[Hi Allison, there is a boy grinning on the screen.]

It's so hairy!

[notagirlygirl]

Bunnies don't gots hairs, stupid, they gots furs. [Allison rolls her eyes...boys can be so stupid.

She perks up, though, because he looks like he's nice. For a boy.]

Her name is Duchess, an' she's a girl bunny, an'...an' she's magic.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ A cute little face with bright blue eyes peers through the strange device, speaking with a thick italian accent.]

Your mother and father disappeared too?

[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ Have a bitty, displeased looking Jackson on video. And his tone is as scathing as an 8 year old can manage. ]

You're here?! Don't you listen?! Our moms and dads LEFT us here! They don't want you anymore!

[andidomeanrun]

Where'd you get the rabbit?

[notagirlygirl]

[Allison shrugs.] I dunno! It's almost my birthday, she might be my present. She's magic, though! She comes with fairy dust!

Her name is Duchess an'-an' she's very soft, an' I share her with my best friend, Lydia.

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[voluntaryapnea]

[Cue internal freaking out. This makes two of his friends who are suddenly tinified. Holy shit.]

Hi, Allison. I'm Stiles.

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[notagirlygirl]

[Allison makes a face at him.] That's a weird name...but that's okay! My name's weird, too. My last name means 'silvers' in French.

[She brightens then, giving Stiles a sunny smile.]

I can count to ten in French! Wanna hear?

[brbculling]

Where did you last see them?

[notagirlygirl]

[Allison opens her mouth...then closes it, looking suddenly confused, and possibly a little bit scared.]

I...don't 'member. [She pouts fretfully.] That's weird, huh?

[spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[At first glance, a child with a weapon is really alarming.

At second glance, Morgana can see that the bow and arrows are absurdly fake.

It still makes her smile. She doesn't know Robin Hood, or any other, more recent famous archers, but that's all right: as she nears Allison's corner of the hall, she crouches down and lowers her voice to a stage whisper.]

Are you hunting villains?

[spam]

[notagirlygirl]

[Allison whirls around, but before she can draw her bow, she sees the grown up lady...and her eyes go round as saucers, her mouth dropping open with a gasp.

She's...a princess. She has a princess dress and hair and she's as pretty as Snow White. She even has white skin like Allison does, but she doesn't look sick, she looks beautiful.

It's obvious who this lady is, and she breathes her name in unabashed awe.]

Maid Marian.

[She blinks, then she curtseys as low as she can.]

My lady.

[Then she remembers the game and suddenly straightens, scuttling forward to catch Maid Marian's hand.]

Hurry, Maid Marian! The evil Sheriff of Nottin'ham has monsters in these woods! You have to stay with me to be safe...or he'll kidnap you! An' abduct you! An' marry you an' take you away an' make you eat broccoli!

[didntuseto]

I can't find my mom or dad either an' everything's different but it's okay though 'cause we're somewhere else. I think it's like an adventure and I think we're s'posed to be here.

[notagirlygirl]

...I think so, too.

[Allison doesn't answer right away, because...he's a boy, and he has lots of hair, and he's...he has a face that makes her want to giggle and hide and smoosh something.]

That--I think--that we're s'posed to be here, but I didn't...um...think it was an adventure. If it's an adventure, we should, um, we should...explore stuff.

[She reaches up to rub her cheek, because it's very warm all of a sudden.]

Do you, um...do you wanna play with me?

[spam]

[hearrrtofgold]

[Yep, as soon as he sees that broadcast Duke makes sure he's within a stone's throw of her door, Brownie meandering around on a slack leash. When Allison sneaks out like a tiny fuzzy bandit the dog gives a quiet bark of greeting and ambles over. Who are you, small person? You smell like her friend.]

Hold up there. [Duke puts up his hands in surrender.] Don't hurt us, we're just going for a walk.

[spam]

[notagirlygirl]

[Allison gasps, then grins when the doggie wanders over to lick her face, then nose at her purse full of bunny rabbit. She worries about dogs eating Duchess, but this doggie seems different. She trust her as the dog just licks Duchess's head and whines in greeting...

And the very big man in front of her, she trusts, too. In fact, she lights up, delighted to have another participant in her game.]

Little John! Little John! Thank goodness you made it! [Scurrying over, she stretches up to grab Duke's hand so she can drag him down the corridor to the nearest corner they can lurk behind.] Me an' Friar Tuck saw the Sheriff of Nottin'ham with his monsters an' his bad guys! We gotta save Maid Marian!

[She calls out to Brownie over her shoulder.]

You come, too, Will Scarlett!

[with_my_teacup]

Stop.

Protein time.

[Riddick catches her walking past the cafeteria, dropping to his haunches with abrupt speed, and proffering a cereal bar with an intense face.

Little stranger-dangery, admittedly.]

[notagirlygirl]

[Stranger danger indeed, but what little memory Allison still has of her adult life doesn't allow for fear of the big man crouched in front of her with the cereal bar. She peers at him suspiciously...just in case Mommy and Daddy do show up and catch her talking to a stranger...but it's a token gesture as she walks up to take the cereal bar from him, peering at the wrapper.

She promptly makes a face.]

Blueberry? Ilck. [She tosses her head grandly.] Robin Hood does not eat blueberry cereal bars!

...she eats strawberry cereal bars! [Fumbling to sling her Nerf bow across her back, she struggles a little to tug her white rabbit with the grey patch over one eye out of her bunny purse, proudly displaying her to the big man.] An' Friar Tuck eats lettuce! Or hay. Bunnies don' really eat carrots. It's bad for their tummies...an' it stops them from goin' poop.