Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-27075534-20151018204604

Urtica had come to the conclusion that everyone's parents were weird.

After holding up a ratty set of ropes from an apparently haunted house (was the stand haunted too?) and gently running her hand over a silk tablecloth (it really DID feel like the sea), Urt had stopped at a booth where a trio of scruffy men were arguing with their children - from their races to their body parts, all of them seemed somewhat mismatched.

Her own parents were uncontactable (of course!) and, while Parents Day was a heady reminder that she was alone out in the world, it made her smile to see people bicker and laugh and (occasionally) groan at their families. It was a sight she'd missed.

A bespectacled girl and her father strolled past her, catching her eye. Urt watched them go wistfully - it's not like she could call them over when she had no voice.

There was another way around it, though:

"OKAY, YOU GUYS." She texted the largest group chat she knew on her mirrorphone. "ANYONE AT THE PARENTS DAY FAIR RIGHT NOW? I NEED TO KNOW WHICH BOOTHS HAVE FOOD!"