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Apr. 24th, 2019

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Text to Peter Hargreeves (The_Arachnid) & Shuri (Memetic_Princess)

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[ She's been wondering about it since Reginald reappeared but- after what happened with Five? She needs something done, and done soon. ]

I need you to remove something. Please.

Apr. 22nd, 2019

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SYNTAX ERROR: PLEASE DEFINE 'SELF' [ OTA ]

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They'd been doing well. The world hadn't ended, five was home, the house was full- they'd celebrated. They'd danced and laughed and lived and had fun as normal families do. They reached out to one another to build a better understanding, they spoke more than they ever did in their youth without the specter of Reginald hanging overhead. It'd been light in the mansion. Full of joy. Potential. For the first time since her creation Grace could say without a shadow of a doubt, she was happy. Without a single qualifier or exception. Happy except for the things she had to endure hearing Reginald say about the children. Happy except for how she wasn't allowed to truly be happy.

She was allowed to feel, to express that feeling. She was allowed to change her appearance outside of the strictly defined aesthetics painted onto her by her creator.



And then the ghost. The specter, the threat of everything she managed to recover, to build being taken away again. Of being pared down to the bare doll of a thing she'd drifted about as just after Reginald's death. Reminded in so many ways she has a place and a purpose and it isn't what she wanted- because she isn't meant to want anything.

She's a tool. There are rules.

It means resuming the old routine. The old appearance. All the lovely clothing the children, her children helped her choose folded away in her closet, unworn. Back to the old swingdresses and pincurls, the carefully painted lips and penciled brow. Back to stiffly, mechanically baking and preparing tea at a certain hour. Back to filling the dessert case, a single deviation from the old programming, because the kids are upset. They snack more when they're upset and cookies make everything better. How many batches she's baked now- she doesn't know. She's lost count. The counter and cooler are full of pies, cakes, and pastry, sweet after sweet kneaded, shaped, baked, and dusted with sugar. Flour on her hand and apron but not a curl out of place- not a single, lilting note sung under her breath. Grace bakes in absolute silence.

Apr. 16th, 2019

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It really is about time you all stopped whining, don't you think?

Apr. 3rd, 2019

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reaction post! after this, pixie is an NPC. come meet the cat, mom!

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While Mom and crew are out shopping, Peter is busy getting things set up. There's a cat castle in the foyer that he put together with help from friends. There's cat toys around and on it and sitting just on the bottom step, tail twitching slightly, is a long-haired white Angora with a note tied around her neck.

Hi, mom!

So, it's taken me about a year to make this? I was doing it just for fun, but then I decided that you, of all people I know and love, deserve nice things. Meet Pixie. Your cat.

Don't worry; she's not real and therefor won't ping my allergies. She's a robot with some pretty amazing AI and abilities.

To switch her on entirely, I need you to do the following. Everyone else in the house has done it, so now all that's left is you.

Let her sniff your hand. When her eyes flash, I need you to say the following exactly. "Hello, Pixie. I'm Grace Hargreeves, the mother."

That will finish her programming and she'll act very catlike.

Something else to remember; she's a defense cat. To activate her defenses, say "Pixie, beast mode" but only if there's a threat. I don't think the house would survive if she were in defense mode and decided to chase a fly or something. I have video of this, if you'd prefer to see that.

Anyway; enjoy your new pet. You can change her appearance if you want. It's all hardlight hologram, anyway. Just let me know.

Love you, Mom!

(and it's just signed with a P.H and a spider.)


In the mean time, Pixie will sit and wait.

[ ooc: let's let Grace meet pixie first, but then everyone can assume it's done and pixie is behaving in very catlike ways. Staring at nothing, making that weird clack-clack sound at birds outside, random zoomies. You know, the usual weird cat stuff. ]

Apr. 2nd, 2019

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[Tidying Up with the Hargreeves | Ota! ]

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[ ooc: These are just some ideas for starters but feel free to go wild and make new ones, thread around, run into other characters at the mall who aren't part of the family...have fun ♥. For the mall, feel free to assume they all have money to spend from their inheritance and the like. ]


A) Ashes to ashes

Five honest to god considered just burning everything his father owned. It was a thought not only motivated by his early conversation with Grace -and following breakdown- but years of neglect and all kinds of abuse inflicted on the whole family. He only refrained from it because Grace had suggested putting the old uniforms and badges in boxes instead, and he wanted to show her that they cared about her opinion. Five also had the suspicion that Luther might get upset if they ruined all their father's things, so he was willing to reach a compromise.

The teen has been space - jumping through the rooms of the house all morning, moving things and humming to himself the song Ding dong! The witch is dead, with his puppy trailing after him. Not everything was garbage though, there were clothes and furniture that they could give to charity, both because it was a nice nice to do and because it would have pissed off their father to no end. Sometimes, nothing fueled Five more than pure spite.

Some books he put aside for Ben to keep, knowing how much his brother liked to read and how adverse their father had been to the children touching them. He also kept a pair of suits for Klaus, just in case they needed them in the future.

The painting, though, the painting had to go immediately.

He took it down from the living room's wall and dragged it to the backyard. Five had managed to find a barrel -scavenging was his thing, after all- and threw the damned picture of his father inside it, frame and all. Now it was only a matter of finding some alcohol to burn and a lighter, maybe his siblings could help with that.



B) New home & Shopping Mall trip


Forty-two bedrooms in the house and not one for their mother. That was something that had to change, it was time Grace had a place to call her own. Moving her favorite paintings into the right room and redecorating it was a matter of time, first she had to pick one she liked.

'With windows' had been the only request she has given Five, and that gave them plenty of places to check around the house. They moved around the mansion, opening doors and windows, eyeing the rooms critically -mostly Five- and being open to suggestions.

A little later, once a choice was made, they only need to turn the room into a really comfortable place with new furniture, bedding, and curtains.

Miraculously, they all managed to fit in the minivan and, for once, Five had no issue letting one of the others drive. He didn't want to get stopped by the police, not now that they had managed to get mom out of the house so she could pick out all the things she wanted for her new bedroom and the house as a whole. All of them could use new clothes too, maybe that way Klaus would stop stealing Allison's clothes and Five could wear pants that actually reached his ankles.

The mall was simply huge: cosmetic shops, toys stores, rows and rows of clothing stores, furniture stores, a giant bouncy castle in one of the kid's sections, Ice Cream Parlour & Fast Foods...so it came as little surprise when in a matter of minutes they all scattered around the place, doing their own thing. Sometimes trying to reign in this family really was like herding cats, Five concluded as he stared with light apprehension at the number of people around the mall.

Mar. 31st, 2019

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A sunny start, OTA

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The most important meal of the day. )

Mar. 23rd, 2019

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Happy Birthday(s)!

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It was their first birthday since averting the apocalypse, and as far as Klaus was concerned, that meant it was time to celebrate.

Granted, there were more reasons than just that, they were alive -all of them- and they were together, and they had saved the fucking world, and he was thankful once again that Five's brilliant, stupid, all-or-nothing plan had actually worked.

Of course, actually planning a party without his siblings finding out about it was going to be tricky, but he'd enlisted Mom's help -thankful again that whatever Five had done had landed them on the morning of their father's funeral all those months ago- because there was no way he could have done this alone.

Each of the siblings staying at the house -including Klaus, as not to raise suspicions- would wake up to a small carton on their doorknob, containing a single cupcake topped with a chocolate domino mask stamped with their number, along with a heavy cotton-paper envelope with their name written on it in Grace's immaculate handwriting, which contained a single printed sheet:
Magical Birthday Masquerade
Raid your closet, raid a sibling's closet, raid the attic!
Do whatever you need to do to put together your Very Most Magical outfit.
It's time we had a party!
Costumes mandatory. Bring a +1 if you have one.
Refreshments provided.
Grand ballroom, 7pm tonight.

Also included was a map to the ballroom, just in case none of them had ever been there, because Klaus couldn't remember having been there, and Grace had had to show him where it was.

Party tiiiiime! )

[It's another free-for-all, thread about finding a costume, thread at the party, thread about not going to the party bc you're Diego A Loner, Dottie, A Rebel. Whatever y'all, figure we all needed a good-time, low-feels post, enjoy!]