Who: Myrene Carnegie and Mark Grayson (& Princess Puddin' Pop) When: This afternoon/evening Where: Mark's place Rating/Warnings: unsupervised teens. Who knows what could happen! Status: WIP
Smiling, Rene buckled the robobaby's car seat into the back seat. Or, at least she tried to. Frowning, she muttered under her breath and bent over to take a closer look. After picking up the baby from school, she'd stopped at home, grabbing an over night back and quickly changing. Her new outfit got some weird looks when she'd stopped at the market, but Rene figured the joke was worth it. Mark had mentioned a "nuclear family" and she intended to follow up on it. Which left her struggling to lock the baby seat in place while wearing a 1950s dress, complete with petticoats to make the skirt poof out, stockings, and heels. Her pearls slipped down her neck, brushing past her chin and tapped 'Princess Puddin' Pop' lightly on the head. She froze, and only exhaled after several seconds, when it was clear that the robobaby wasn't responding. Perhaps she'd accidentally fried it when she had to comfort it in the market? Finally, she finished buckling the seat in, and settled the groceries on the floor. Settling into the driver's seat was a bit difficult, and she had to spread her skirt so it wouldn't get in the way of the clutch.
Speeding over to Mark's, her smile began creeping back onto her face and Rene had to keep herself from giggling. Pulling up in front of his house, she fluffed her skirt before pulling out the baby, the groceries, and threw her overnight bag over her shoulder. She rang the doorbell and waited a few minutes. Not seeing any movement in the house, Rene paused for a moment before using her powers and letting herself in. "Hello?" No response. Oh well, Mark knew she was planning on coming over. She dropped her bag in the hall before finding the kitchen. She set down the baby and the groceries before putting on an apron to start prepping dinner.