Room 201, Saturday Morning

[cypher_can_fly]

Okay, so things with Nina were... weird.

And Owen should probably fix that. Somehow. Preferably without getting into why he hadn't been around much, because that way just laid difficult conversations and feelings and Owen showing feelings wasn't something that ever ended particularly well.

He was up. Early. He never slept in long - it took too much effort to block out the outside world when he was even vaguely conscious - but he'd been up since before the sun came up fretting about this. (He'd deny it, of course.) With clothes firmly on, he sprawled over the blankets, staring up at the ceiling.

"Plan. Plan. Plan. Plaaaaaaan. Okay, now that word just sounds downright silly..."

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Nina… Nina didn't know what to think, her head was still reeling at the idea of she had a daughter and that daughter was with Owen and, like, that just seemed to be terribly unfair when she'd been debating the pros and cons of breaking up with him with Iris just minutes before Anya had shown up and, like, island what.

"He'll love this," Nina said blithely, though she honestly was pretty sure that Anya and Owen would just fret themselves into circles about the whole matter and that she was going to have to be the brave one here and, like, that was the last thing she felt like being but apparently no one had asked her.

So, fine. Never let it be said that she backed down from a challenge>

Nina set her chin defiantly and knocked. "Owen, open up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[incyphered]

Mom was… Mom was still like a hurricane.

Anya wasn't entirely certain how they'd wound up here or what she was going to say to Dad but, like, Mom wasn't giving her an excuse and, really, that was probably good, but…

"What if Dad's sleeping?" she asked, a little desperately.

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Nina grinned slightly.

If felt slightly maniacal but Anya didn't give any signs that it looked out of the ordinary to her.

"He won't be," which Nina knew because she did her flat out best to know everything, "but if he is then, like, he can get up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was perfectly capable of breaking the door down, Owen!

[cypher_can_fly]

"I hear you, I hear you!" Owen yelled, even if he didn't recognize that second voice, like, at all.

He leaped off the bed and scampered to the door, straightened his shoulders, sucked in a breath, and then opened up the door. "Hel-lo!"

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Two blondes stared back at him.

Nina's smile went a little more genuine at his shock—it was gratifying to know that she wasn't the only one who was shocked by things like this even if, well, she ought to get on with breaking his brain a bit further.

"Owen," Nina said, relentlessly cheerful, "meet Anya Corley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[incyphered]

Well. That… that was one way to do it, Mom.

"Um," Anya said, with a wave that was oh gosh probably so awkward, "hi, Dad?"

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"Well."

That was... that was a blink. That was a big blink. That was a 'failing to process' blink.

And so, as always, when failing to process, Owen fell back on,

"Hello, daughter! Have you cleaned your room yet? That's something I should ask, right?"

... chipper babbling.

[incyphered]

"Um."

Look, that was about all Anya had to say to that.

"Are you okay, Dad?"

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"Yes!" Owen said brightly, crossing his arms, and leaning casually in the doorway. "Absolutely, completely okay." He made a finger gun and pointed it at her. "Ha ha. Future daughter. Uhhh..."

He shot Nina a helpless look of what is going on here?

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"Did you know??????????????????" Nina asked, for the first time feeling a little bad for Owen about this whole morning. "Like, once a year or so the island decides, like, you know what, let's have future children show up for a weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Fantastic! Wonderful!

She was quietly freaking out. She was just better at hiding it.

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"Oh, okay, that makes absolutely no sense, but it does explain the rambling in my head," Owen said, waving at his... head. "I mean. The cypher rambling, obviously."