[X][CUP] Grab the nail file from where you've hidden it, and after a moment of fiddling manage to unlock the door from the inside.
[X][KIT] Quietly leave, before your Aunt and Uncle realize your here
I couldn't care less about snagging a card or two but hanging out with the Sakura crew? The nostalgia trip alone would have been worth the price of admission.
Blugh. Rolls. So many rolls. [8][CUP] Grab the nail file from where you've hidden it, and after a moment of fiddling manage to unlock the door from the inside.
[6][KIT] Start Cleaning
Harry Potter is Dexterity Aligned
Harry Potter is Wisdom Aligned
Harry Potter gains skill Larceny
You do your best to keep a straight face as you look over the kitchen, but it's hard. There's a small plate of Eggs and bacon on the counter, along with a rather dry looking piece of toast.
So that is what Aunt Petunia made this morning. Which leaves the question - What is all that black stuff burnt onto the stove? Why is the fridge open? How many pots does it take to make eggs? It really shouldn't take the... you take a moment to count... Five pans?
You can't help the completely exasperated sigh that slips past your lips. Just...
Just how Aunt Petunia. How do you make such a huge mess when you are simply cooking. HOW.
Shaking the thoughts free, you head into the kitchen, and drop to your knees. Opening up the cupboard under the sink, you pull out a pair of yellow rubber gloves, a scrubby pad, and the Kitchen Cleaner that your aunt thankfully buys. For occasions such as these.
First you move the plate that had been set out for you, placing it over on the Kitchen table, and then you clear off the stove. From there, you attack. Scrubbing and scratching and slowly wearing down and away the sticky, smelly, inky black mess that Petunia seems to simply summon into existence whenever she cooks. Of course, you'd never say such things to her face, you know that your aunt and your uncle seem to have the very idea of anything that isn't completely ordinary...
You'll keep your peace. It seems to be the simplest way to live.
But as you continue to clean, you can hear your uncle yelling into his phone. "Listen to me, you blubbering idiot! I don't care if it looks like all the Petrol has disappeared! You have a job and I expect you to-"
Petunia squawks, and as you glance over towards the screen. The Telly's screen is flickering and sputtering, the image breaking up.
After a few moments, the screen clears... but there is something else on the screen. Not the news report that had been on going a few moments before.
On the screen was a... being, sitting atop a throne, as smaller creatures scurried back and forth, interacting with all shapes and sorts of machines. There was a deep booming noise, like boulders crashing against each other. It was hard, and you couldn't understand a thing. After a few moments, one of the small creatures squealed, and gave a thumbs up to the larger creature. It nodded, before turning back to the camera.
It stood, and began to speak, but there was no sound.
At least at first. After a few moments, sound began to play across the screen. "Greetings, Humans of the Planet Earth. I am Angra Manjyu, High King of the Celestial Oni Empire." The voice coming across the screen was sharp, and metallic, and it lagged behind the shapes that the mouth fo the creature made. "We have come to conquer your planet, to add your resources, your cultures, and your ideological belief systems to the Enclave." The figure looked over towards one of the smaller creatures, which gave a number of sputtering croaks and ribbets to the giant that easily dwarfed over it.
In the other room, you could hear Vernon go quiet. "What do you mean turn on the Telly? What channel? Any... channel? Wha- It's taken over every channel." The man's voice had gone quiet, "I-I see. Give me a moment."
Vernon entered into the kitchen, ignoring the fact that at some point you had abandoned cleaning and was tied to the screen, just as your Aunt was. "Wha-what is that?"
"However," The Oni continued, as it returned to it's throne. "We are not cruel, nor are we here to destroy, so... we offer a challenge. To the One hundred and Ninty Five countries and political states of this planet, you have ten solar cycles in which to gather and forward the census data of your populations to us. Once ten solar cycles have passed, we shall select one of your people at random. And we shall select one of our own. They shall compete, and should your champion succeed... we shall leave. Until such a time passes, we shall be sending down shuttles to the capitols of each of your states, and to the intra-political entity known as the United Nations. From there, those who wish to speak with us shall be allowed to board our mother ship. While it will be a pale comparison to the full court back upon our home world, we shall hold court. You may come, you may speak your minds and your concerns, so that we may prove that we shall be a kind and fair ruler of your planet."
Vernon collapsed backwards, into one of the chairs in the kitchen... staring at the screen. "Aliens." He said, in part to himself, and in part to the stranger on the other side of the phone. "We're being invaded by aliens." It takes a few moments, before Vernon reaches up, and lightly slaps his cheeks. "Right. Right. Aliens. This is a thing. This is a thing that is happening. Roger, call the board of directors, then get Adams to pull up all the data that you've been collecting this morning. We're likely going to need it. After that, I'll need to cancel all my appointments for the day. Yes, I know that they are rather important contracts that I'm supposed to be handling today, but I have a feeling that they'll be understanding."
"Next we need to find someone who won't completely freak out over the aliens. I have a feeling that our missing Petrol might have something to do with our new visitors. After that... After that, head into my office. In my desk, on the bottom right drawer. Take twenty bucks and the bottle of wine. Go get yourself something nice and take the rest of the day off." Vernon hangs up the phone, and sighs, as he gets back up. "Right... Well my Day off is cancelled." Pulling his wife close, he gives Petunia a long, deep kiss. "Sorry pet, but it looks like the Office is going to need me."
Vernon turned, looking down at you. "Boy." He said with a nod. "Once you finish with the Kitchen... You're free for the day as well." There was a thoughtful look on the man's face, before he pulled out his wallet and handed you a crisp five bill. "You know what. When the Ice Cream truck comes by, get yourself something to eat as well. Who knows what's going to happen in the coming days." Your uncle sort of blankly wanders off after handing you that.
That was weird.
Very weird.
But you are not one to look a good thing over too closely.
After about fifteen minutes, you finish up the rest of the kitchen.
What do you do now?
[][FOOD] Eat breakfast
[][FOOD] Don't eat Breakfast
[][FOOD] Make your own Breakfast
[][ACT] Where is Dudley, he's normally in front of the TV, but you don't hear it in the living room?
[][ACT] Go and play in the park
[][ACT] Go to the Library
[][ACT] There are people moving in down the lane, go say hi!
Ah, thanks... don't remember which character that was. *Blinks* and~ just realized this means Hermione is a "magical girl" that'll transformation sequence into a long curly haired, D to DD cup, skirt barely covering panties "action figure." And for some reason my mind halts at the transformation sequence part (not the actual scene, but rather the thought of it) I just know, after the first time Hermione would flat out refuse to do that again. For a good while.
*Strains to hear noise, trying to locate it* Anyone else hear that? It sounds like someone thumping their head on a surface. Started almost immediately after I pointed out that Hermione will be horrified at her hair still being a curly "mess" when it grows out long.
With only secondary concerns about that weird light show that seem to disintegrate her own clothes, run her body through puberty on fast forward, and then paint onto her what she's purposefully thinking of as a one piece swimsuit and not those naughty outfits like those grownups in Daddy's magazines that she wasn't supposed to read. Nor the fact that her chest is bigger than Momma's, and desperately trying to ignore that she's not wearing either her own underwear, or a grownup's chest support, thankful that despite feeling skin tight that the one piece swimsuit apparently isn't as skin tight as it feels.
Yeah, Hermione has to be in a barely controlled freak out right now... focusing on the thing that remained the same and didn't "improve" between changes... her hair still being a curly mess, even when long. And resolutely ignoring everything else.
I can try and clear things up, if you have any questions. Since I am pulling from a number of different things, there are more than likely going to be scenes that I think up that fail to end up on screen, but could eventually have effects down the line.
Just one of the troubles behind slamming a number of different worlds together.