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[A: 729 Anderson Lane] [Hiccup is in the kitchen. He made a present for Klaus. He's been working on it for a couple weeks now, actually, and only just finished it yesterday.

It's a little working model of a dragon. Not exactly a clank or a robot, but more like a metal action figure. You can make it move and have it do all sorts of things. It's by no means perfect, but it's nice and it's cool and Hiccup put a lot of work into it.

It's sitting on the table.]

[B: Around Mayfield throughout the day] [Hiccup will be walking around, looking rather morose, kicking things with his prosthetic leg and just generally trying to avoid people who will think he's fake or have forgotten him or both. Maybe he's downtown looking at the still kind of sparsely stocked shops, or the Christmas decorations, or kicking at the snow.]

[C: At the forge in the evening] [The forge is lit, but mostly for warmth. He's doing detail work on a sword. It isn't for anyone in particular, but it's very well done. He's really become a blacksmithing expert with all the work he's done in Mayfield.]

((OOC: P.S. In case you didn't catch it, Hiccup has been ERASED and will seem FAKEY FAKE if not FORGOTTEN.))

Good morning, Mayfield, have you drunk your milk today?

Well the folks over at 729 Anderson Lane haven't, and Officer Milkman has had his eyes on them.

Long story short: Hiccup is droned.

A. 729 Anderson Lane [Hiccup comes downstairs this morning with a happy, cheerful smile on his face. He goes right to the kitchen, because it's time for breakfast!]

Good morning, everybody! Gosh, it's an awfully nice day out, isn't it? Maybe there'll be kids playing baseball in the park! Wouldn't that be swell?

B. Around town throughout the day [Still with that cheerful smile on his face, Hiccup will be heading downtown and/or the park to do the things boys his age do, which is go get a milkshake or play baseball in the park or whatever.

Or kill people. That's just jolly good fun too, don't you know?]

((OOC: HICCUP IS MILKMAN-DRONED. IF YOU TALK TO HIM HE WILL PROBABLY TRY TO KILL YOU, JUST SO YOU KNOW.

[Phone call to Astrid, failed filter because he still can't figure it out]

Hey, Astrid? I uh... had a question.

[Action, mid afternoon]

[It is a beautiful spring day and Hiccup is sitting out on the front lawn with a screwdriver.

No, not that kind of screwdriver, an actual screwdriver.

He's making a few adjustments to his leg, you see. You know. The prosthetic one that has replaced his amputated left foot. That one.

Go ahead, talk to him. It's not like he's gotten enough comments on his leg yet. No, really.]

[A: Outside 729 Anderson Lane] [Hiccup comes home from school to find that oh hey there's a package waiting for him. He stares at it for a minute before lifting it and shaking it only to find that it feels completely empty. Out of curiosity, he opens it.

The moment he opens it, part of his left leg disappears, replaced only by a bleeding stump as if it's just been amputated just below the knee. Naturally, he falls to the ground and screams.]

KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAUS! HELP!

[B: Much later, over the next couple of days] [You'll find Hiccup getting used to walking around with his new prosthetic. Occasionally he'll grimace and stumble and possibly fall right over. But he always gets right back up and keeps going.]

[After the horrific events of this log (still in progress, still horrifying and full of terrible awful things READ AT YOUR OWN RISK dear Jesus), Hiccup wakes up in his bed with a start.

He doesn't yell. He doesn't scream. He just gets up, gets dressed, packs some clothes in his school bag, and opens his window. Staring down at the ground, he considers. He could just jump out of the second-story window, but that would probably mean broken bones and he'd like to avoid any further injury for the moment thank you very much.

He looks around his room. Bedsheets probably wouldn't make a very good rope, unless he took the time to rip them into strips and he's not sure he wants to take that time. He needs to get out of the house before anyone realizes he's alive and awake.

Hiccup starts searching his closet. Over the past month, he's brought up random things up here in case he wanted to work on anything in his room as opposed to the garage. He's not really sure why he did this, for some reason working in the privacy of his room seemed like a good idea. He's not complaining, though, especially when he finds a coil of rope buried in the corner of the closet.

It only takes a few moments for him to tie the rope securely around the bedpost, toss it out the window, sling his bag over his back, and climb carefully down to the ground below.

He runs down Anderson Lane, not looking back.

After a few minutes, he arrives at 2242 Stevens Road, and knocks on the door.]

RURI. RURI. RURI ARE YOU HOME?

[After encountering the angels that morning, Hiccup had been feeling strangely all day.

His eyes hurt. They stung. There was something in them and he couldn't get it out. All day at school he was rubbing his eyes, and then... on his way home... he could swear he was hearing things. People.

Then when he got home, he put his hand on the doorknob and couldn't take it away. He stared at it.

His hand was stone.

It was stone.

Shutting his eyes tightly he shook his head. No, he told himself. That's stupid. My hand's fine. It's okay. Just open the door.

When he opened his eyes again, his hands were fine.]

[PHONE:] So uh... weird statues, right?

Um.

Is anyone else... seeing things?

[ACTION, 729 Anderson Lane:] [Hiccup is sitting on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

He can't stop rubbing his eyes.

It hurts. It hurts so much.]

[It's a nice day, and Hiccup's in the garage with the door open. He's working on a pretty strange looking device, which turns out to be the tail replacement harness for Toothless. It's got two fins instead of just the one he had to make back home, so it's turning out to be a mite trickier than he's used to.

But he's doing pretty well. He might actually be finished with the thing soon. Or, you know. Finished enough for preliminary testing.

Any and all walk-ups are welcome. Hiccup will be so excited to tell everyone what he's doing.]

[Hiccup was fast asleep in a very comfortable looking bed. The sunlight streamed in through the window, and with a twitch, he yawned and opened his eyes.

And yelled.

Very loudly.]

WHAT? WHAT?

[Very quickly, he stumbled out of bed and promptly tripped and rolled on the floor. Looking down at his legs, he screamed.

He had two of them.

He was supposed to be missing one.

Finding his footing, he scrambled to his feet and managed to find his way out the door of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door, screaming all the way at his surroundings.

Upon arrival outside, he spins around, taking in the scenery in disbelief. Finally, he seems to get some semblance of mind about him and starts yelling for the people he knows.]

DAD? DAD?

ASTRID?

TOOTHLESS?

[Yes, Anderson Lane, there is a teenage boy in pajamas out in your street yelling. What are you going to do?]

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Entries tagged with anderson lane

027 - Action

020 - Action, forward dated to Tuesday morning

012 - Phone and Action

011 - Action, Monday afternoon

008 - Runaway - Action

005 - Angels in my head (Phone + Action)

003 - Tinkering - Action at 729 Anderson Lane

001 - Arrival at 729 Anderson Lane

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