the circle

[instar]

Trouble and Charlie fly to Las Vegas to get their collections of drunks. Ax, newly empigeoned, and Ethan loosely follow Renée's car back to Phoenix, so that Ax will not be stranded in an unfamiliar city obliged to demorph into Andalite form with no garage to hide in.

Renée makes a very large grocery trip. Ax deems alfalfa hay intended for consumption by guinea pigs and rabbits to be the hoof-eating equivalent of palatable; it also turns out he can eat a few other things, like carrot tops and turnip greens. He still doesn't like living in the garage, even though it's a different one. Andi finds him a little planetarium gadget that throws star-patterns onto the ceiling.

Renée installs a cot in the basement for Charlie. (His generic human morph is a man about ten years younger than him, plausibly Latino but just as plausibly not, plain and unremarkable. He also picks up a Renée morph. He will be able to drive the girls places, publicly know their names. They can tell he appreciates the opportunity, however weird it is.) Trouble is allowed to sleep on the couch, when Renée learns that he would prefer not to share the basement with Charlie.

Bella sews weights onto all the curtain hems so they won't be easily nudged aside.

The twins also collect generic-human-morphs. Both of theirs are college-age women, samples collected from going on premature college tours and shaking a lot of hands - Bella's looks maybe half Asian when she's done tweaking it, Andi winds up with a complexion much like her usual one but a surprisingly Hawaiian set of features.

Renée never asks to be enabled to morph. Bella eventually offers, "for emergencies", and Renée aggregates a number of her co-workers into the most stereotypical teacher-lady it is possible to Frolis into without requiring vision correction.

Renée makes the arrangements well in advance to homeschool the twins.

Bella quizzes Ax about all sorts of things, for large parts of each day.

Comments

[aeskhyne]

<Well, the Freemasons have been around for longer,> he points out. <And as far as I know they're not an evil cult. Making movies about how an actual secret evil cult is secretly an evil cult is probably not a good move.>

[megale]

"Ooh, good point. Probably that way lies kidnappings and blackmail and stuff. Um, how serious are you about them being a cult?"

[aeskhyne]

<Really, really serious,> he says, really really seriously.

[megale]

"Why, what do they do?"

[aeskhyne]

<Some really bad shit. You're probably safer not knowing the details for now.>

[megale]

"If I meet a talking raven and the talking raven tells me more stuff I will be totally tempted to use my magic sword in the service of Team Raven," she warns.

[aeskhyne]

<Yeah, I wouldn't blame you,> he says, cooing softly.

[megale]

"Hey, how do you coo and talk at the same time?"

[aeskhyne]

<I'm not talking in, like, out-loud words, is how.>

[megale]

"Can't you?"

[aeskhyne]

<Make human sounds with a pigeon beak? Nope.>

[megale]

"Do you sometimes be a human?"

[aeskhyne]

<Sometimes, yeah.>

[megale]

"Like it's a hobby."

[aeskhyne]

<Well, y'know, I am in hiding. Humans are way harder to hide. They're bigger, they eat more, they can't fly...>

[megale]

"Oh man, flying, what's flying like, is it like in dreams?"

[aeskhyne]

<Nah. It's way cooler,> he says. <Harder, but cooler.>

[megale]

"Eee," she squirms. "At some point do you offer to turn me into a pigeon pooka if I give you my soul or something?"

[aeskhyne]

<I am absolutely never gonna offer you anything in exchange for your soul.>

[megale]

"That's good, 'cause that'd be a hard one, flying or my soul."

[aeskhyne]

<I'd totally take flying,> Trouble says cheerfully. <Lucky me, I don't have to pick!>

[megale]

"So you have a soul, then, I didn't think pookas were supposed to."

[aeskhyne]

<Well, I'm not a pooka, am I?>

[megale]

"I dunno what you are, talking shapeshifting pigeon."

[aeskhyne]

<I'm soft and pettable!> He coos and gazes up at her with pigeony adoration.