Circe's Manor: Re-re-redux!

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *nods* ... I don't want Circe to be angry at me.

[Circe]

Hm... *Dana smiles and pats Ellen on the shoulder.* Well, don't you worry about that. I promise you, I will make sure nothing happens that would make Miss Circe be upset with you. OK?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ... *nods* Alright. *meets Dana's eyes* ...I'm going to hold you to that. *reaches up and pats her hand*

*In the background...*

Eebon: It's all about timing, Zeke. All about timing... there, see? You got it.

Ezekiel: Shoot, score. Point.

Elk: Sean Bergenheim has the disc, he shoots, and it rebounds off the side!...

[Circe]

*Dana smiles to Ellen and stands back up.* All right then. Now, why don't you go and have some fun with your siblings?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ... *sighs* Alright. *eyes flick across the arcade, finally resting on a classic Spirit of '76 pinball machine* ...Wow. There's an oldie.

[Circe]

*Dana follows Ellen's gaze over to the machine.* Ah, I think one of our older maids asked Miss Circe to pick that one up... She was a bit of a pinball nut.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *nods* ...I think I may play it for a bit. *holds out her bag* ...Would you be willing to hold on to this until I'm done?

[Circe]

Of course, dear. *Dana smiles and gently takes the bag from Ellen.*

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Thanks. Be careful with those.

*Ellen nods in appreciation, then walks over to the pinball machine to get a game going.*

[Circe]

I will! *Dana nods and looks around to see what the other kids are getting up to.*

[AmbushCat]

*Eebon has one hand over her right eye, mewling softly and staring bemusedly at Ezekiel; the catgirl is picking a ball off the floor and placing it back on the foosball table.*

Eebon: That was... weird. Zeke, how'd you hit it off the table like that?

Ezekiel: *gives the table a long look* Was frantic. Too eager. *tilts her head* Sorry?

Eebon: *recovers* It's okay, it's just unexpected. Gaw.

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Elk: *hitting the air hockey disc whenever it gets too close* 2-1, first period, Florida's ahead...

[Circe]

*Eebon has one hand over her right eye, mewling softly and staring bemusedly at Ezekiel; the catgirl is picking a ball off the floor and placing it back on the foosball table.*

Eebon: That was... weird. Zeke, how'd you hit it off the table like that?

Ezekiel: *gives the table a long look* Was frantic. Too eager. *tilts her head* Sorry?

Eebon: *recovers* It's okay, it's just unexpected. Gaw.

Hm? *Hearing a bit of their conversation, Dana comes over to check on Eebon and Ezekiel.* Is everything OK?

[AmbushCat]

Eebon: Zeke got a little too into the game, and the ball hit the edge of the table and hit my eye. Gaw.

*Ezekiel's ears lower a bit out of shame.*

[Circe]

Oh, my... You're not hurt, are you?

[AmbushCat]

Eebon: It's not that bad. I'll be alright in a few minutes. It didn't even hit that hard. Gaw. *blinks a few times*

((OOC: A brief note for those paying attention: I might not be on for most of the day tomorrow. An appointment at the hospital and a confrontation with anesthetic is slated to take up much of my time.))