[After nearly two weeks and no weirdness on his part, Sigmund was starting to think he was going to escape for... however long this was going to last. After all, two weeks seemed to be a long time in Luceti terms. Unfortunately for him, it was not to be.
He just stepped out for a moment -- just to get things for breakfast while Capell and Katie were (maybe... hopefully... please) still asleep. It shouldn't have been a long trip, a half-hour at most. So, in true Liberator's luck fashion, he has to be right in the middle of the plaza when this weirdness catches up to him. Groceries, journal; everything that he was holding falls to the ground. This can happen when one suddenly finds themselves about four feet shorter and with flippers instead of hands.
Not being accustomed to suddenly turning into flightless feathered wildlife, it takes him a few moments of standing completely still to realize exactly what just happened to him. And then...]
EDWARD! [...!] No! Nevermind. Stay there. Don't touch me.
[And that's how there came to be an angry little penguin in the plaza that morning, alternately trying to kick and nudge scattered groceries back into a bag so that it can drag it home (nevermind that the bag weighs twice what it does) or futilely struggling to turn the damn journal off with a pen clutched in its beak. Mostly this is causing lots of scribbling and squawking and the odd shot of angry penguin.
So, so angry.]
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He just stepped out for a moment -- just to get things for breakfast while Capell and Katie were (maybe... hopefully... please) still asleep. It shouldn't have been a long trip, a half-hour at most. So, in true Liberator's luck fashion, he has to be right in the middle of the plaza when this weirdness catches up to him. Groceries, journal; everything that he was holding falls to the ground. This can happen when one suddenly finds themselves about four feet shorter and with flippers instead of hands.
Not being accustomed to suddenly turning into flightless feathered wildlife, it takes him a few moments of standing completely still to realize exactly what just happened to him. And then...]
EDWARD! [...!] No! Nevermind. Stay there. Don't touch me.
[And that's how there came to be an angry little penguin in the plaza that morning, alternately trying to kick and nudge scattered groceries back into a bag so that it can drag it home (nevermind that the bag weighs twice what it does) or futilely struggling to turn the damn journal off with a pen clutched in its beak. Mostly this is causing lots of scribbling and squawking and the odd shot of angry penguin.
So, so angry.]
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[And she starts to put the remaining groceries in the basket.]
And Edward is turning things to candy. [So yes. No capable adults left in the house.]
Did something happen?
They returned me and took me from a time far in the future of the Katara who was here. I don't think I'll be here long, it's probably part of the experiment. That's one of the reasons why I was so glad to see you.
That does explain. Uh. Some things, although he's not sure he'd be glad to see him again.] Not being here long would be a mercy.
...then again. Penguin. Heh. She knew how to handle this. She switches the way she's carrying the bag, supporting it now against her hip in that instinctive way all mothers carry children, and with her other hand simply extends it towards the snow in front of him. And an ice slide grows under her hand and follows as she walks.
...yes, doing this by simply holding out an arm is a significant indicator of control.]
No one deserves this.
He can't say that no one deserves this. Capell is so... happy and vibrant. But it's a lie. All a lie. It never happened. So he just looks away from her and scoots along, the world's shiftiest penguin.]
...so how have you been? Besides the obvious.
Apart from being the sole caretaker of two children and a man who turns everything he touches to candy? [Honestly, that should tell her more than anyone should ever have to know about how his homelife has been.]
[And she starts walking again, still bending that slide. It's not for you, Sigmund. It's for Capell and Katie and maybe even a little bit for Edward.]
Capell! What are you doing out? Get back inside!
[This would be somewhat more authoritative if he wasn't, y'know, a foot and a half tall.]
...privately wondering if Sigmund's forgotten he's currently a penguin.]
Apparently nowhere that he can see. There's only a lady and her strange black and white bird.]
Don't make him tell you again, Mister.]
Yes, she could help. But why would she when a few more moments won't kill the boy and this is so much more fun.]
Capell scrambles through the snow, back to the house.]
...Oh. Uh. Katara's still here watching him, isn't she?]