No way, none of this is true

[magicalworld]

WHO: Calvin and April
WHERE: Angie and Pietro's (and Calvin's) house
WHEN: Tuesday night
WARNINGS: Hideous
SUMMARY: April is going to babysit Calvin. This is clearly the best possible hiring decision his guardians could have made.
FORMAT: Quicklog

Grown-ups just never learn, do they.

[Calvin is musing to himself as he prepares for tonight's latest babysitter. Considering that one of his babysitters once resulted in the City having dinosaurs, Calvin personally thinks it would be safer to just leave him alone all night with a bunch of pizza, cookies and movies. Yet his guardians don't see it that way and want a night to themselves, so here he is.]

[The good news is that Angelica and Pietro showed some good taste in picking tonight's sacrifice. April is one of the adults in the City that Calvin thinks is kind of cool- in the sense that she once asked him for his blood, that is. Out of respect to her, Calvin has decided to go easy on the babysitter for once. Whatever he does to her tonight, he plans to only leave her with mental or emotional trauma- not both.]

Comments

[magicalworld]

Hah! No promises!

[This is his chance to pay you back for the candy thing April, you brought this on yourself. When Calvin reaches the school's dumpster, he flings its lid upward with his Stupendous Strength and basically dives right in. This kid is going to need such a bath when he gets home.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Baths are for people without artistic- er, actually, now that April is diving in after him, year. They are both going to need crazy amounts of baths before the parents get home.

Anyway, she grabs hold of a bag of shredded papers and tosses it out.]

Art junk one!

[magicalworld]

[Best babysitter.]

What? That's just a bunch of paper. Now, this is art in the making! Look, some kids' failed science project!

[Calvin holds up a cracked and burnt test tube coated with some kind of charred, congealed green wax. Then he tosses it out, as befits art in the making.]

This was a great idea. We're going to find so much art in here.

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm.

[She pauses, holding up a twirling piece of pencil shavings. She didn't even know they made these anymore.]

I just. Love trash.

[magicalworld]

That must be why the raccoons obey you. They recognize what you've got in common. Hey, can we still use it as art if it was supposed to be art?

[Calvin holds up a misshapen lump of vile-smelling clay that theoretically could have once been someone's shameful effort at sculpture.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[She looks at it evaluating. The gives a sharp nod.]

It's someone's shame and failure in lumpy form. Art.

[magicalworld]

[Calvin nods back and tosses Art over his shoulder casually, then resumes digging.]

How much stuff should we take? Do we have a quota for anything? Ew, orange peel. [Not art, as far as he's concerned.]

[aggressiveapathy]

More than, like, a bag each and the cab won't take us home.

[She has learned this the hard way.]

Pick wisely.

[magicalworld]

Can't we just pay them extra to put up with the smell? Look at all of this!

[He holds up a broken plate smeared in something brown and burned, presumably the remnant of tragedy in a Home Ec class.]

There's no way to decide on just one bag full of stuff like this. Think of the wasted artistic potential!

[aggressiveapathy]

We will live to art another day. Pick a core theme. Like. The pointlessness of even trying. Then come back for more for the next project.

[magicalworld]

Ugh, fine.

[The plate absolutely qualifies for the pointlessness of even trying, so Calvin tosses it in the pile and then resumes digging.]

We should figure out how big this piece is going to be. How will it be presented? What angle will it display to the audience? I say it should be a great big diorama with music. And maybe something on fire.