MCA #0: Monday Night

[needsaparrot]

Between his alternate self's son with Parker, some alternate Bridge's son with Marie, and the much more surprise appearance of a daughter who Xander was still having trouble believing was possible, he was operating completely on go-with-the-flow logic at this point.

So after a long afternoon in the Park with all three of them, and calls to certain people's alterna-moms, MCA #0 had suddenly turned into YMCA #0 for the night. The couch in the living room was folded out into a bed, extra sleeping bags were strewn on the floor, popcorn had been popped, and hot cocoa was currently waiting to cool down.
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[OOC: For the extended Carson and Harris brood.]

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[multiple-spawn.livejournal.com]

That was about when a knock sounded at the door.

[tinyevilparkers.livejournal.com]

Nick came out of the bathroom with his Guy That Flies pajamas on, and settled onto the couch. "We had popcorn last night too." He grinned wickedly. "And we shared it!"

Later (Oh so very much later) That Night...

[notlostyouare]

Bronwyn pulls her sleeping bag up to her chin and reaches for her froggie. Even though it's not her froggie yet, it's Daddy's froggie still. On the other side of her is Tedgiraffe, where he's sposed to be, Oh Em Gee.

"How comes you were makin' Zilla n' Tedgiraffe sleep so far away?" she asks Bridge.

Even *Later* That Night

[needsaparrot]

There are...sounds... coming from the kitchen. Xander sits up slowly from the pile of blankets he's sharing with Bridge on the floor by the couch, rubs his good eye, and counts. One, two, three, Bridge.... ahhhh.

He quietly detangles himself and gets up to pad over there in his socks. "Is there a burgler in here?" he whispers, poking his nose into the kitchen.