http://lives2annoy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lives2annoy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-05-31 11:12 am

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At Cassie's house, it was just another average, normal day.

Well, except for the fact that two of the residents had regressed to being eight-year-olds and were currently throwing the house into complete and utter chaos, that is.

[[ooc: set after the Sleepover Party, but before this log.]]
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[personal profile] psychicbear 2011-05-31 08:23 am (UTC)(link)


Rachel strode into the living room with all the pride and confidence that an eight-year-old could muster, looking over to the little boy who was currently her only playmate, and what he was doing.

"That's stupid," she said, kicking a few of the lego bricks to the side in order to crouch near it. "I bet you I could build a better one."
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"I'm not 'some girl'!" Rachel exclaimed, voice raising a couple notches as she shouted it. He couldn't just assume that he was better than her, or that she didn't know what a spaceship was like. "I'll build a better spaceship. And mine'll beat yours in a space battle!" She was serious about this.
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[personal profile] psychicbear 2011-06-03 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)


"Shut up!" Rachel said angrily. "My spaceship's gonna be way better than yours, you'll see." And, without waiting another moment, she began to pull a bunch of pieces towards her, in order to start building the ship in question. She was going to prove Marco wrong, because hers was going to be awesome.
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"Hey, that's mine!" Rachel said, as indignantly as an eight-year-old could manage. She shot her hand out faster, making a valiant effort to grab it before Marco could. "You can't have it."

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[personal profile] psychicbear 2011-05-31 08:25 am (UTC)(link)


The sound was followed by a similar one: a young Rachel giggling as well, as she ran through the house to chase after Marco, intent on catching him. Because she was definitely not going to let him be right win. "Yes I can!" she shouted, diving after him with her clearly superior speed.

[identity profile] vissernone.livejournal.com 2011-05-31 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She was too old for this back when Marco was a child the first time. Now it's positively torturous. Eva rounds a corner in the hallway, trying to block two kids who don't seem to realize that it's after 10 pm. She's about to really get on their case, but something about seeing these two war-hardened veterans reduced to giggling children melts her a little inside. "Alright, you two. It's time for bed, and Mama needs her sleep or she turns into the Crankymonster."
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"Not me!" Rachel practically shrieked, peeling off away from Eva when the woman appeared in their way. No way was she going to let her catch her! She didn't need to go to bed at all.

"I bet you you'll have to eat broccoli!" she giggled. She still had to win this!

[identity profile] vissernone.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll both get double servings if I don't see you in pajamas in twenty seconds!" Eva yells, joining in the chase, not really planning on punishing them but not exactly excited to be getting any exercise this late at night.
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Rachel paused in the doorway for long enough to let Marco whisper to her, and she grinned at that. "Yeah! I bet you he needs his veggies," she agreed, before she too dashed off again. Running away from Eva, she shouted back at her, the words almost lost in snickers. "You're 'it' now, Marco's mom!"

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[identity profile] mynameisax.livejournal.com 2011-05-31 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
It was quite. Too quiet. There were two young humans in this house (or at least, they had better be in this house), but for some reason they weren't making a lot of noise.

This, naturally, made Ax nervous. Yes they couldn't morph anymore, but that didn't mean that they weren't up to something either dangerous or...messy. Or maybe they were napping. Either way, it was worth checking up on them.
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[personal profile] psychicbear 2011-05-31 08:34 am (UTC)(link)


A blue space pony was much more exciting than a nap.

Rachel was hiding, too, behind a chair near where Marco hid, waiting for Ax. It was kind of like hide and seek-- only the goal was actually to catch an alien.

[identity profile] mynameisax.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Had Ax known their plans, he'd have pointed out that trying to sneak up on a guy with a blade attached to him wasn't the best idea.

However, he didn't know their plans, so apparently they'd have to figure that out for themselves. He stepped into the room, peering about with all four eyes for signs of human children.

And he stepped on a small plastic building block. He quickly picked his leg up again, before his hoof attempted to start digesting it.

[identity profile] mynameisax.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
< YAHH! >

Already destabilized by the plastic toy, Ax recoiled, whacked his tail hard against the door frame, and fell over. And then Marco landed on top of him.

Marco and Rachel were never going to let him forget this.
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"Ahhh!" Rachel shouted, a makeshift battle cry as she launched herself at Ax, too, mere seconds behind Marco's own assault. She squealed as she landed on him next to Marco, before she made her demands: "Give us a ride!"

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