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They had been arguing for a good hour straight. The dishes in the tent had already been thrown. Fortunately they hadn't been broken. They had bounced off Alec's chaos field and a few of them had turned into odds and ends. Braxious sat watching on the other end of the very spacious tent, his eyes wide. Sari was sitting next the Caretaker sucking on her fist. She didn't seem to notice anything going on, still silent and rocking a little.

The arguement was about what to do. In general and with Sari.

Verra still wanted to try the elf's bane. Alec was against it.

They had been going on and on about this. Round and round and round.

Alec wanted to fight some how. He thought he could do something. Verra was against it. She didn't trust his abilities, afraid that they would fail at the wrong time.

She wanted to go.

Alec didn't want her to go, he wouldn't risk her.

She didn't want him to go for the same reason.

Both of them couldn't go, who would watch the children?

Another pot went flying, it bounced off of Alec's field and slammed into the floor before walking off, a small scurring hedgehog. It joined the blue porcelin fish and a small squadron of rainbow devil duckies. Trey squaked loudly at the hedgehog.

Threaded | Flat

Caretaker hadn't intended to come back to the Troven's tent to sleep, but his core universe was on the other side of the multiverse, and he'd deliberately picked this one for the Troven's precisely because it was a low profile, non interest world. There was no magic, low population, and most importantly, no Sues. As long as Alec and his family kept their heads down, the Caretakers would most likely ignore this world in favor of the Clockworks universe, only a few strands away.

So he'd used his jacket as a pillow and laid down behind the sofa, intending to sleep only long enough to make it back home.

Unfortnutly, a week without sleep, far too much stimulant, and the fact that he was moderately safe all conspired and put him out for nearly a day. When he awoke, he discovered that he'd been covered by a blanket, there was a painted handprint on his cheek, and he'd reverted to his core universe form. He hoped that had happened after the blanket and handprint, or it could raise questions he really didn't want to answer.

He could also hear the Trovens arguing at the top of their lungs.

He shifted back to his Caretaker form and laid there for a bit, thinking about the end of the meeting. He had no idea if Samus would grant his request, but he didn't know who else to ask.

Something broke and Caretaker sighed. Pushing the blanket off him, he sat up and used the sofa back to pull himself to his knees, muscles protesting, and took in the scene before him.