Sunday Afternoon - Echolls Residence

[fh_jackass]

Logan returned from Wonka's Candy Shop just as the Christmas tree was delivered. Logan directed them to set it up in the living room.

He flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV to watch Scrooged while waiting for the decorations to be delivered.



[Open to house residents and friends. The professional decorators aren't going to show, so we'll have to improvise. And there's candy!]

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[chasingangela]

"Hey, Parker," Angela says. "I still haven't been to Wonka's shop." Her hand hovers over the candies before she selects a chocolate penguin. "Mmmm," she says, her mouth full. "I need to change that, like, soon."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"They're delicious, aren't they? Definitely have to buy some for Mr. Azriphale's party next week." Parker stood up to see what Jenny was doing, and tripped. "Oof!"

[chasingangela]

Angela raises one eyebrow, slightly concerned. "Parker, you okay?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Parker sounded a little freaked out from the region of the floor behind the couch. "Um, could you come over here, though? I need you to check something."

[chasingangela]

"Okay," Angela said, standing. She walks over and looks behind the couch. "What's going on?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Tell me that the floor isn't six inches below me, and that I'm not just dangling here above it. Please?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth glanced across at Angela, and took another step closer to Parker. "No, Parker. The floor isn't six inches below you. You're fine; you're not dangling," she said, calmly.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Liar." Parker slowly turned herself over, pinwheeling her arms like mad-- and was still floating, six inches and rising, above the ground. "But thanks for trying."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to get on the couch then instead?" Elizabeth asks. "You'll be safe there."

[chasingangela]

"You're looking pretty floaty to me," Angela admits, plastering a hand to her face. "Um ... do you feel okay? Could you try to sit down, maybe?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I feel okay. Just *weird*," she says. "Could you guys pull me upright? I think I can sit down from there. Maybe."

Then Barbossa starts singing, and Parker looks annoyed. "That's helpful."

[chasingangela]

Angela looks at Elizabeth. "I take her right arm, you take her left?" she says, going to do that.

She cocks her head, listening to Barbossa's singing. "It's not all piratey, either. Weird."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth nods, moving to Parker's left side and grabbing her arm.

"This is almost weirder than usual," she says.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker hangs onto their hands, and slowly, carefully, regains her feet.

Eight inches off the ground.

"Oh, this is so *odd*." Parker stares downward. "Although hey, even taller. That's not bad."

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa stared up at her.

"O'er fields we go, laughing all the way," he sang.

He closed his mouth and scowled.

He then continued singing "Jingle Bells" while doing an interpretative dance trying to express his astonishment of Parker's newly discovered floating powers.

It mostly involved flailing and occassionally jumping up and down.

[chasingangela]

Angela glances at Barbossa. "Um, Captain? Could you, like ... help us? Or stop singing? It's really distracting."

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa closed his mouth, then walked over to the couch.

Using gestures, he indicated that he would try to stop Parker from floating past the couch that Elizabeth and Angela were leading her to.

It might not have been an entirely successful communication, but at least it's not sung.

[chasingangela]

"Thanks," Angela says, screwing her brow in concentration. "You want to ... help keep her on the couch? I think she can make it herself," she finishes, watching Parker's careful progress.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stared. "Okay, that's ... not a traditional native dance, I don't think." The floating was starting to be fun, and Barbossa looked weirder than she did. "Can you do "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"?"

[chasingangela]

The top of Parker's head is now almost a foot above the top of Angela's. "I feel like a midget," she says. "Um, I guess ... now we walk you over to the couch?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Okay, do we want to try and get you onto the sofa?" Elizabeth asks, glancing across at Angela.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I think I can get there now that I'm upright," Parker said, taking a slow step. Her feet stayed floatily above the ground, but she managed to propell herself over to the couch without help.

Then she tried to sit.

"Oh, this is just *bizarre*." She said, still floating about eight inches over the couch. Shaking her head, she leaned over and took a Christmas tree candy and popped it in her mouth. "Is this because Miss Calendar is working magic over there? Because it's funny, but it better not be permanent."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth bit her lip, and tried not to laugh. "I have absolutely no idea whatsoever. I'm not exactly a magic expert!"

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa opened his mouth to say something snarky.

It came out as "Dashing through the snow..."

He clapped a hand over his mouth, then slowly tried again.

"...in a one-horse open sleigh..."

Bugger.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"That's helpful," Parker said, still floating.