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[thefavorite]

[ Dewey has seen one of these before - and having seen it before, he's not taken by surprise when it comes back around. Everyone made it clear it was a regular occurrence, after all.

What it does mean is a stream of people who won't be sticking around - and the thing is, Dewey actually has gotten to miss his brothers in the months he's been here. So he decides that, in their honor, there is only one way to deal with this influx of people who won't be here long enough to give him trouble.

He has found his way up onto one of the shorter buildings surrounding the square, and there he has constructed a short wall fort comprised primarily of cardboard. He has a store of water balloons, paper airplanes, a remote controlled helicopter and a selection of plastic paratroopers. The paratroopers are because he's going to play, thank you very much.

Pass by and see what happens. ]



[ ooc: Happy 4th wall! Come get hit by something. ]

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[spacesoupfetcher]

[A hapless redshirt is passing by, trying to figure out just how he went from manning the transporter to... this. Whatever this is.

Mr. Kyle suspects nothing.]

[thefavorite]

[ Oh, poor Mr. Kyle. Surely you can't really be surprised.

He's being watched, closely, eyes tracking him over the edge of the cardboard fortifications.

The first sign of trouble is a lone paratrooper that drifts down to the ground, a few feet ahead of his position. ]

[spacesoupfetcher]

[Now that is suspicious. Kyle frowns in the direction from whence the paratrooper came. If there weren't so many civilians around, he would have his phaser out.

Just in case.]

[thefavorite]

[ It's not exactly the best sign ever. Speaking of military action...

Dewey is up there, making a little radio static sound effect and speaking quietly to himself: ]

Target is in position. You are clear to drop the payload.

[ Radio noise. ] Roger that. We are good to go.

[ And he chucks a water balloon over the edge of the building. Then, he salutes as it descends. ]

Your sacrifice will be remembered, soldier.

[spacesoupfetcher]

[Kyle looks up in an attempt to locate the source of the voice and the simulated static.

Which means the water balloon hits him square in the face. Bullseye, my friend. Bullseye.

Kyle sputters and blinks water out of his eyes.]

Hello? Who's up there?

[thefavorite]

[ Dewey can't help but laugh, even as he drops to the rooftop. The guy looked up.

He looked up. Right into it.

How can he not laugh? ]

[spacesoupfetcher]

[He has to see the threat before it hits him in the face! (It doesn't always work.)

Most attackers don't hide and laugh.]

Oi! Show yourself!

[thefavorite]

[ He's still giggling a bit as he folds up a piece of paper. Next plan of attack: paper airplane.

There's a message on it, inside the folds, in crayon: "Hi."

And he lets it fly. ]

[spacesoupfetcher]

[Kyle manages to catch the paper airplane before it can do anything devious, like inflict a paper cut. After he gets past the novelty of actual pulp paper, he unfolds it. He might still be dripping a bit.

The lieutenant looks back at the apparent source of these attacks. He's either facing a mischievous alien or a mischievous child; either one should be greeted politely.]

Hullo to you, too. Do you have a name?

but what if I just

[thisisnotme]

[ One such newcomer is passing by, hands crammed into his worn jacket as he walks through the square. He's conscious of his environment, perhaps overly so to those with a keen enough eye.

There's a sort of invisibility here that Walt isn't comfortable with. ]

posted 100% PURE AWESOME? because that's what happened

[theblowfish]

[Walt won't stay invisible for long, because there's some kid shouting in his general direction.]

YO MR WHITE!

[The way Jesse jumps to get Walt's attention looks threatening to the low hanging baggy jeans.]

[thisisnotme]

[ Jesse, you might as well have manually induced a heart attack. Composure tossed to the wind, Walt snaps his had in the direction of the voice. There's no mistaking that voice, not even in a place uncharted.

Then he frowns, the expression punctuated by a terse, academic stare. He only mouths something to the kid. Two words.

Shut. Up. ]

omg omg omg oh noooo (by which i mean yesssss)

[thefavorite]

[ This particular newcomer definitely grabs Dewey's attention - because, for a moment, he could swear that's his dad. In that moment, he jumps to his feet, ready to call out to him...

But there's something that's not quite right there, something that holds him back. The way the man is carrying himself seems completely wrong - his dad would be absolutely freaking out right now, probably throwing his arms around in a completely undignified manner and making strange yelping noises that aren't quite words.

Which is why Dewey decides to further investigate by launching a paper airplane toward him. ]

c:

[thisisnotme]

[ Walt stops a few feet away from the where the paper airplane has landed. At first he surveys it quietly, perhaps anticipating something more. When nothing happens, he picks up the plane and turns it over a few times in his hand.

Configuring the wind, the trajectory and the overall shape of the object, it isn't difficult to pinpoint approximately where the hand behind the crude little craft should be. Walt squints past the heavy rims of his glasses trying to spot any sign of movement. ]

ps sorry for holiday delays <3

[thefavorite]

[ Hmmm... that's an interesting response. Calmer than most he'd expect. Though Dewey is ducked down behind his fort, he's probably not quite far enough. After all, he's peering over the edge and rather intently studying this man who seems less and less like his dad by the moment.

Which is mostly just unfair, since he's been here for months and nobody from home has shown up even once. Pretty typical, though, he has to admit. ]

No worries

[thisisnotme]

[ A bit of head catches his attention. From what he can make out, there doesn't appear to be much of a threat from the watcher but he's not ruling anything out, not in such a strange place.

Slowly he raises the airplane, the body held delicately between his fingers as not to inflict any damage. ]

Is this yours?

[ There's a cough that comes with raising his voice. ]

[thefavorite]

[ There... is not much of one. He peeks out a bit more, over the edge, because he's curious about this one. Hiding out doesn't really help that. ]

Could be.

[monkeygirl]

[Saimiri is just walking down the street, minding her own business.

Well, and everybody else's business too. She's curious, okay? And people are just so interesting.

Too bad she isn't looking up.]

[thefavorite]

[ It is too bad indeed, because Dewey is watching her make her way down the street. It's nothing personal, but she looks like a decent target. Which is why a paratrooper is drifting down towards her, two more in close succession. All part of the fun - Dewey's even whispering commentary to himself. ]

Confirmed. Target is sighted.

[minicaptain]

[ clearly what dewey wants to see is a half-human, definitely alien girl with ridges or horns or something on her forehead walk by. she looks nervous, as though she shouldn’t be here or doesn’t want to be here. or something.

and she’s definitely not expecting anything to come flying at her from above. ]

[thefavorite]

[ Oh, hello, alien looking girl. She's interesting - she's also a child in the City, which Dewey is finding rather unusual. Seriously, he has basically nobody to play with here. It's starting to get old.

Reconnaissance is warranted - he sends a couple of paratroopers down. Not the beginning of an assault, in this case. ]

[minicaptain]

[ okay those things flying down from the sky are definitely not...

what are those?

naomi catches one to look at it and then shades her eyes to stare upwards to see if she can see where it came from. ]

[thefavorite]

[ Meanwhile, up here, Dewey is talking quietly to himself. ]

[ First, he makes a little radio static noise. ] Confirmed. We have contact with the target.

[ And then again. ] Roger that. Stand down to avoid visual detection.

[ She might see just the slightest hint of movement as he shifts back to try to obscure his position with his fortification. ]

[minicaptain]

[ staring, staring, staring. ]

Hello?

[ because things like this look like toys and toys don't just fall from the sky. unless you're on the holodeck. and she hasn't really ruled that out yet. ]

Flotter? Trevis?

[thefavorite]

[ Dewey has no clue who those people are, but this is interesting. ]

[ Static. ] Detection confirmed. Aerial backup requested.

[ And again. ] Roger.

[ A few moments later, and a paper airplane will be on its way down after the army men. ]

[minicaptain]

[ what is this weird thing...

naomi catches the paper airplane and studies it. it's a crude way to fly something but it seems to work. she doesn't really know how it works, but it does. it's not designed like any starship she's ever seen. maybe this is something to ask lieuten- ensign paris.

again she looks up and then she tries to send the weird-shaped thing back where it came from.

and probably fails. ]