[audio/action, forward-dated to 10/28]

[werewolfing]

So, uh. I'm pretty sure that a bunch of people know that kid Stanley. He's a really lucky asshole, because he up and freaking disappeared. Went to take a piss and never came back. Just poofed. Great for him, sure.

But he sorta left me with...something. That he'd brought here.

[underneath peter's voice, which is pretty soft and even considering what he's saying, there's what sounds an awful lot like the sound of muffled sniffling.]

Which was big of him and all and fine for right this second, but this is not an ideal long-term arrangement. So if anybody wants to help out with that, it'd be great. I'm in the cafeteria, we can talk.

[anyone who comes to the cafeteria will find peter there with peace, who has cried herself out for the moment and is sucking on peter's hair and falling asleep on his shoulder while he walks her around and rubs her back, singing little snatches of songs in some foreign language. getting to this point was obviously a feat; parts of his hair and the shoulder of his shirt are soaked with toddler tears and snot and his ever-present leather jacket is draped over a chair to save it from the babypocalypse. he doesn't seem that fussed, though, for a seventeen year old boy left with someone else's small child. surprisingly good with kids, this one.

ooc: tempest is going to end up with the baby, but everyone is welcome to fuss or help out.]

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[inafadingcrown]

[Peter probably wasn't expecting an elf to walk into the cafeteria when he made that announcement, but, well, that's how Exsilium tends to work. Galadriel was aware of Peace and, as someone with quite a bit of child rearing experience, she felt compelled to offer her help yet again.

So here she was, stepping into the room and offering a sympathetic smile.]

You are doing well with her.

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[werewolfing]

[peter knows tempest, but galadriel is sort of a whole different level of elven. he blinks and freezes for a moment, just processing, before he gives a smile that is equal parts rueful and wondering.]

Big family, someone's always having a baby. Can't really keep this one, though.

[he's seventeen and a werewolf and lives with a huge dragon-guy and his only real friend here just lost his best friend and really, there are a lot of good reasons. still, the way he says it doesn't make it sound like he's ready to pawn her off on just anybody.]

[inafadingcrown]

No, I imagine you could not. [She gives him a little nod] My name is Galadriel. I had offered Stanley my assistance with Peace and I came to extend you the same offer.

[werewolfing]

Does that mean she knows you? Because she's not exactly at her best with...anyone except Stanley.

[as the tearstained child and shoulder of his shirt would suggest.]

Pretty sure this whole thing just sucks for her.

[inafadingcrown]

[She shakes her head] She knows little more than my name and face. I have not yet had the chance to spend much time with her.

[And there's a distinct look of compassion when she looks at the child.] Poor dear. There is little that I can do to change that, alas.

[werewolfing]

Guess that makes most of us.

None of this is really fixable. Besides undoing the whole bomb thing I guess, but what the hell does a kid understand about that.

[he looks kinda angry, but his voice stays soft and even. waking up the baby is not on the top of his to-do list.]

[inafadingcrown]

Nothing. [The anger she carries has long since quieted into a soft sorrow and that's what comes through in her voice.] She understands nothing and will not for years to come.

[She's tempted to reach out and stroke the child's hair. But she decides against it; it isn't worth risking waking her up.]

Do you know her age? [She's bad at guessing these things with mortal children.]

[werewolfing]

Nope, never asked. She's probably two, maybe three on the outside.