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Scenarios:

> Transportation/travel. You're at an airport or train station, whether to escape or take a tour to a strange-events hotspot, or plain go on an innocent vacation. Mix up your bags or timetables, grab a pre-ride snack, chat up those with the same destination, get or give directions, find yourself receiving an ill-timed item Echo in front of security - whatever you can think up!
> It's raining men vi har paraply It's raining, so seek shelter... Or run into someone because your umbrella is blocking your view, or jump into puddles and get everyone else wetter than they should be.
> Grab a coffee or get a letter You're at work, whatever that is; a coffee shop perhaps, or maybe you work for the FBI or as a kindergarten teacher, or something else entirely. Either way, things happen - maybe you only do your job, but maybe the supernatural suddenly impacts you in ways that you didn't plan on...
> Say - is that one of those superhumans you've spied on the street? Yes, I do believe it is - you've seen them on the news/read about them, that or their looks give them away! Go on and ask questions of them, be it for serious answers or an autograph, depending on who you are.
> ...And it looks like you're a superhuman yourself. Looks like that hollowed-out feeling you got was followed by a mutation, or some strange thing in your brain. How're you going to come to grips with it? Maybe you received something right in the middle of the street, or while riding the bus, at school, or maybe on a date...
> Wildcard/Etc. Make up your own!

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[And she'll continue to fail. Harry spent years being a responsible big brother to her aunt, Melissa. Robyn's got nothing.]

Haha. [That's not a sincere laugh. Harry sets his can of Coke down and leans forward in his chair, looking at her expectantly.] Okay, I like to consider myself a fair guy. So, before I ground you from now until the continents fall into the ocean, let's hear what was so important that you couldn't even take a second to call home to let me know you weren't dead in a ditch somewhere.

[Hey. Robyn's got-

...Stuff!]

[She'll laugh nervously when he does and eye the door to the her room longingly. She really wished she could just disappear through the that door and not have to explain herself right now.]

I was busy not dying in a dit-

[Okay that is not the route she wants to take at all and she stops herself before she makes this situation any worse.]

-I was out hanging out with friends, I-I just lost track of time. It's the whole summer thing, Y'know? Don't have to worry about school in the morning.

[Sure she does.]

[Harry's eyebrow twitches upwards slightly as Robyn starts to open up with some sass and then drops back down when she backs off from that particular bad idea.]

Friends, huh?

[On the one hand, not exactly a great excuse. On the other... it is good to hear. He knows how tough this whole transition has been on her, being shuttled across the country to live with some guy she barely knows outside of phone conversations. Keeping that in mind, he can't be too upset that she's made friends to go out and get into trouble with. Plus, she's back home safe and sober which is definitely among the better-case scenarios he'd cooked up.

Still....]

And are we talking lost track of time as in "got caught up in a movie marathon" or as in "we knocked over a 7-11 and had to wait for the heat to die down?"

[It's a good thing she dropped the sass when she did. That eyebrow twitch made her nervous, it could have meant a possible doubling in the time she spent grounded.]

Y-yeah. I might have made a... a couple over the last couple months.

[She'll give him a slightly confused look before she lifts both her arms.]

The first one. Do I look like I have the upper body strength to take a building down?

[She should be so lucky if it was only a doubling. As of now, she could be looking forward to being on lockdown until school started--

... which is what he wants to say but things have been rocky enough between them since the move, and playing the tyrant now probably wouldn't help that. Besides, again, she was back home safe and not drunk or whatever else which meant she'd made friends with good people, or she had made some smart choices over the course of the night. Sighing, he scrubs a hand over his face before declaring his verdict.]

Okay. Considering this is a first offense and there hasn't been any acts of unlicensed demolition, I guess I can let this slide with three days of hard labor. Dishwashing duty. By hand, no appliances allowed.

[She lets out a big sigh of relief. She wasn't grounded, she wasn't going to get one of her ears yelled off, or any other worst case scenario. Not that she really thought the worst of what her dad might do, she just... Didn't really know how upset he'd get about things. She hadn't lived with him since she a quite a bit younger, so a she really just had a lot of guess work to work with.]

Dishes, right. I can do that. Even if my hands get all pruney and gross.

...What happens on the second offense?

[He actually grins a bit before nodding. It's still something of a learning curve for Harry as well. The last time he'd seen Robyn she'd been so much younger, and now... well, she's not a child anymore. She'd grown up a lot in that time, and it stings a little to think about how much he'd missed.

There might be no making up for lost time here, but he could still try to make the best of how things are now.]

Well... [and his expression becomes very, very serious all of a sudden... although perhaps too much to be taken too seriously with his frowniness and squinted eyes.] let's hope we never have to find that out.

[And she immediately takes a step back when he takes on that all too serious expression. Her hands pop up into the air in surrender.]

We wont, we definitely wont have to find out! Promise!

[Insert one nervous smile here.

...Wait is he squinting his eyes? She can't help but giggle a little bit at that expression.]

[Sure is. He's giving her his best Clint Eastwood spaghetti western look. For a minute anyway, before he lets out a small laugh of his own.]

Just don't make a habit out of it, call if you're going to be out late and maybe we can talk about some more curfew leniency for the summer.

[Her eyes go bright at the mention of some curfew leniency.]

Really?

[She'll throw up a quick salute.]

I mean, yes sir! It won't happen again!

Keep in mind, extended curfews are on a one-strike system. You're either home at the agreed-upon time or calling to say you're on your way.

[Now with that taken care of.]

There's food for you in the fridge in case you haven't eaten yet.

[She thinks it over for a little, and then nods.]

I think I can manage that. No problem!

[Her eyes brighten up at the mention of food. But she's already turned toward the fridge before she's says.]

Thanks! What did you make?

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