poly_chromatic | 063 x 360 // video/action // Family Day (3rd

[ The house is a little bit outside the city, swathed heavily in evergreens, but it's gorgeous. Carla supposes that's what she can't quite get over, because she's struck by it every time they've visited.

They won't be visiting anymore. And even if she has her camera trained up at it with one hand, there's a box under her other arm. She lowers the view to where a little girl with curly blonde hair is near the front door, staring up. A pair of dogs scampering nearby to her.

Another swing in frame, behind them with a borrowed car is a man sorting through the boxes in the trunk.

The last turn is to Carla's own face. She looks apprehensive about this whole process, her eyes flicking back and forth between the little girl and the man. Eventually she sighs, murmuring, ]

Welcome home.

[The camera lowers, about to be shut off as she calls,]

Come on, Victoria, we have a lot of work to do.

[[ooc;

victoria_stay,

unflagging and Carla are making a hideous family this weekend. Fact. Action is fine if anybody wants to housewarm... or gawk.]]

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Get your father to help you.

[Because bossing around Rory is one of her favorite things, lets not pretend its not.]

[He's hauling a box out of the car himself at the moment.]

What am I helping with now?

[He's still there at the car, wrangling with something, when Victoria comes over. Naturally, he scoops her up instead. With great, hilarious exaggeration:]

Whoa! Look at this huge load I have to carry!

[A little swinging going on here.]

I dunno if I can make it all the way up the stairs with something like this! It's just so heavy! They ought to make boxes with legs so they can carry themselves!

[Carla watches on with a somewhat confused expression. It's not that she dislikes her daughter. Victoria was good as children went, but... they were best drawing together, in silence. She has no idea where Rory finds the love and enthusiasm for displays like that. It niggles in the back of her mind that she's a bad mother for not being the same way. But she's also not surprised to be a bad mother. She'd never wanted to be one.

All she can really think of to be 'better' is,]

Victoria wants the attic. Once all the boxes are inside, you can get that ready first.

[Obvious answer: just stay out of the way and let dad do his thing.]

[He stops with the swinging and carrying on long enough to look Victoria in the eye--]

If Victoria wants the attic, then Victoria shall have the attic.

[--and to smile.]

Everyone needs their own space.

[That was the point of all this, after all. More rooms, more room.]

We'll get it fixed up in no time.

[She must get this from her mother because the kids reaction to being picked up and swung around is a flat expression. Arms go around dads neck, as they're supposed to do. And she is enjoying this. But what are emotions and how does one externalize such a thing. To her father, she simply states;]

She wants you to dust.

[To her mother;] Can we draw on the walls?

[Huh? Carla seems slightly surprised to be asked anything else, but hey.]

Yeah, wherever you want.

[A small pause.]

It's our house.

Can you help me draw on the walls in my room?

[Unofficial request to bond with her mother is go.]

[Dad just chuckles a little.]

[Why is her life so awkward... And why are you laughing, Flagg. She'll kill you.]

...I can help, sure.

[He's laughing because he always laughs and smiles. Even here in the House of Difficult Women, he will laugh and smile. He is, after all, hatefully happy.]

Sounds like you two have a plan. I'd better get to hauling boxes and dusting so I don't delay you overmuch.

063 x 360 // video/action // Family Day (3rd - 4th)

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