Enter the Uncle

[mitochondriaaya]

It was a day like most others; sunny and bright with the sound of children screaming on the school playground. Recess always had screaming, usually it was the playful kind. Today the only anomaly was the principal standing outside next to a strange man whose gaze was weighing each of the running children in turn. The principal was trying to be helpful of course, pointing in the direct of one of the mobs.

Said mob was currently devolving into a medieval war on the monkey bars. The self-proclaimed King Braig was holding the top of the span with his loyal Knights holding either side for the moment. The barbarians were numerous though...and seemingly impervious to pain given the scraped knees and elbows they were gaining.

The man nodded gratefully to the principal so that the man could head back indoors...and waited. He wanted to see how this little war played out. And how the kid interacted with the two friends he'd been told about.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"I know." Dilan said solemnly, "But it makes me feel better if I do it. That brain thing again." He checked on Braig, too, and eyed Nevada's seat-belt to be sure it was secure as well.

"We live at 3764 South Petunia. It's the big house on the left. Dilan is Obsessive Compulsive. He's usually pretty good, but if you think he's going to hurt himself and he doesn't seem to hear you when you try to talk to him you need to stop him physically or call someone else."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Okay." Aya stopped scowling then checked Dilan's seatbelt in case he'd forgotten. "But I would do it if you forgot."

Nevada nodded. "Obsessive compulsive with occasional tendencies that can lead to harm. I'll intervene. Tell me what else I need to be on the lookout for with your three. Allergies, phobias, the like." Since he had intelligent kids willing to share?

[sliceitwithwind]

"I know." Dilan allowed Aya to check his work and leaned back into the seat, offering, "Aya is allergic to almost everything the first time she runs into it. I can't have most human medicines, if I get hurt make sure they call Lenna - that's my momma - or Dr. Sarrana. They know what medications I can use. Braig has a mild sensitivity to shellfish, but it's not that bad."

Braig noted, "Dilan has an encyclopaedic knowledge of everyone's medical problems. He's afraid of heights since we broke our legs, Aya is afraid of hospitals and speeding cars...mostly if she's in the car. I don't have any phobias."

Dilan, again, with; "My big OCD problems are hand washing and over-use of cleaning products. I'm not allowed to clean things using anything stronger than soap without adult supervision."

[mitochondriaaya]

"What pain killers or antiseptics can you use, Dilan? I will aid them to my first aid kit." Because he liked to be prepared. Especially if he was going to take them out on an exercise trail. Skinned knees could be bad if Dilan was allergic to Iodine.

As for the rest, well, he wouldn't drive fast or force them to climb. No cleaning products for Dilan if he could help it. No shellfish meals, just fish if it came to that. Easy enough. "Do you know what tends to trigger lengthy hand washing and cleaning? I know some is okay but some triggers make it bloody..."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan rattled off a series of multi-syllabic medications with the same ease that Aya would use to say her ABCs.

"Um. Stress?" Dilan offered, slowly.

Braig, "If he gets too confused about things, or if people are being nasty about the fact that he's a bastard, or if he gets really dirty."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Repeat the last one for me." Nevada requested of the medication list. He'd write it all down when he dropped then off, but for now he just needed to fix them in his memory. "And thank you Dilan."

Greta. Stress, bullying, depression probably and dirt. He'd work around that. And pack soap when they went hiking and such. "Alright, we can work with all this. Exercise trail tomorrow instead of recess and a barbeque tonight. Anything you all enjoy as a snack?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan repeated, cheerfully, "You're welcome." he said in a chirping voice.

"Fruit!" Braig and Dilan chorused, with Braig offering, "But you've got to limit how much Dilan gets. No more than an apple at a time, and he should have jerky or something as well."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dried fruit then, and jerky, when we finish the exercise trail." Because kids required feeding in his experience. "Only a handful for Dilan. Anything else you guys want to bring up before tonight? Your house is coming up."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Don't be offended if one of my parents jumps up and runs out. They're scientists and sometimes are hit by inspiration."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Thank you for the warning." The sudden jumping up and running thing tended to make him...worry. A lot. Time to park and help kids out of the back of the jeep. "Get your homework done, Aya, before I'm back for the barbeque tonight."

Aya blinked, like it had never occurred to her not to do it, then laughed. "Okay!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Homework comes after school." Dilan said blankly, and Braig added, "It's part of the routine. Dilan is big on schedules and we pretty much live by 'em too. It's no fun without him, after all."

[mitochondriaaya]

"And they work!" Aya chirped, taking Dilan's hand and swinging it.

"Well...I approve then." Nevada admitted after a moment of thought. "I'll be back in a few hours."

[sliceitwithwind]

"See you later, Uncle Nevada." the boys said, Braig picking Aya's other hand up and the two of them lifting Aya off the ground as they headed in to the house.

[mitochondriaaya]

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Uncle?

He winced and watched them safely into the house before climbing back into his jeep. Time to find a nice wine shop and a place to get sparkling juices too.Then bum around town for a bit, memorizing more of the area...and back for a barbeque.

Gah. Uncle.

[sliceitwithwind]

When he got back Dilan was playing with Aya in the back yard...where "playing" was a stand in for "building a trebuchet and having a physics lesson".

Braig and his father, a man who looked like a grey-streaked, tall version of Braig himself, were over by the grill chatting and waving their hands. Elcy was in the kitchen, visible through the window but pretty obviously concentrating on paperwork.

[mitochondriaaya]

Nevada came around the back with the bottles in hand like a peace offering, then scanned the situation. The two talking, mother inside, check.

Dilan and Aya playing, check.

Catapult...well, he'd keep an eye on that.

"Gentlemen? Where should I put these?" He called toward Braig and the father. He'd introduce himself formally in a moment.

[sliceitwithwind]

"On the table." Yinsi patted Braig's shoulder and then headed over to Nevada, offering one hand, "Yinsi. My wife is distracted by paperwork right now, she'll join us for supper. You'd be Nevada, yes? Only name, or is there something else that I should call you?"

[mitochondriaaya]

Ah, table. There was...plenty of wine and juice. Yep. Enough for some more guests! "A pleasure, Yinsi. I go by Nevada mostly, and I'll be happy to meet your wife when she is not busy." And when she was outside with others around.

He offered the better bottles of wine to the man himself, as the actual host gifts. "I have things I'd like to discuss with both of you, and I hope to set your mind at ease a bit about Aya."

[sliceitwithwind]

Yinsi took the bottle with a nod that meant he knew exactly how good it was and was mildly impressed by Nevada's taste.

"That's what the boys told us." he agreed, "I hope that we can set you at ease some, as well. Aya will always have a home here."

[mitochondriaaya]

*"Something I am hoping to make official, at least for a time." Nevada sighed and looked down at the bottles on the table, not really seeing them. "I do not care for what I found at Jerrig's house, and will be working to improve that, but grief can only be allowed to damage so much." He could probably thank the wine shop owners? Nevada had a general idea of good but had needed help narrowing to 'good with barbeque foods'.**

[sliceitwithwind]

"Of course. She's got her own room here, we'll do whatever we can to help you out. Aya, of course, is our primary focus. We'll leave Jerrig to you, he doesn't seem to have room in him to make friends right now."

[mitochondriaaya]

"No, he doesn't." Luckily he had Nevada, who didn't just go away because he went weird. "I'll help move the rest of her things." He was...angry. The girls stuff had been in the livingroom. She slept on the couch. Not acceptable.

"I'd like to start taking the children out, as a trio at first then perhaps individually. Tomorrow I hope to take them off campus for recess since they seem to have more energy than the staff should be asked to deal with. I have papers that need to be signed if that's alright."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thank you." Yinsi said, nodding and tilting his head, "I'll sign for Braig and get Lenna to sign for Dilan tonight. Just let us know where you plan on having them...and try to stick with Dilan's schedules. I can get you a copy of that as well. He doesn't do well with change, so if you want to do something out of the ordinary it's best to let him know a couple of days before it's supposed to happen."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I would appreciate copies, yes." Because then he could plan. "I'll be taking them to the exercise trail at the nearby park, back in time for recess to be over." Nevada glanced back at the pair building the scale weapon and nodded. "Other activities to be planned as we figure out what people enjoy."

[sliceitwithwind]

"The boys like anything related to the sciences, Braig enjoys history, and Dilan is fond of athletics. Aya really enjoys athletic things and is really fond of the beaches and anything to do with them. All three of them are perfectly happy to do whatever one of them wants to do."

The trebuchet launches a water balloon at the nearest tree and Dilan yips in pleasure, "Braig is usually the one at the forefront, or Aya. Dilan is happy to go along with their picks."