Duct tape, Three year olds, and responsibility

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“No, don’t touch that! ROWAN THEY’RE DOING IT AGAIN!” She quickly took the rather sharp looking knife out of the toddler’s hands, before setting it on a higher shelf. Maybe starting a babysitting company, wasn't a good idea. Leia was currently looking after twelve, very energetic three year olds, while Rowan was off making something that could ‘help’ the children calm down a little. She didn't think such a thing existed.

She picked up a rather adventures little girl, from the counter and placed her back on the floor. “Lilly, how many times do I have to tell you. Don’t climb on the count—“Before she had time to finish scolding her, she was tackled from behind sending her face first, into a pile of stuffed animals. Leia quickly got back up, picking up the kid who tackled her by the back of his shirt. She picked up the duct tape from a shelf, and tapped him to the wall. Just high enough so his feet couldn't touch the ground.

A few seconds later, she had successfully duct tapped all twelve toddlers to the wall. That should hold them for a while… hopefully. She plopped onto the couch, picking up magazine from the coffee table, and absently flipped through it.

[ooc|@rowan]

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Okay, so this wasn’t working. She was supposed to have something to help people calm down, but it seemed like someone had taken the vials out of her lab. She’d have to launch an official inquisition later, but for now Rowan Keâts had bigger fish to fry. Or smaller fish. Lots of fish. Twelve of them. Still, she couldn’t go back empty-handed. She reached into her desk and grabbed a root that aided sleeping. She crushed it up and mixed it with a liquid, shaking the contents and grabbing a syringe.

She hurried out of the secret laboratory and into the living room. An ice cream truck was parked there, covered in a sticky mess and what looked like several bullet holes. “Leia! Why are they ducttaped to the wall… again?!” she asked, huffing and injecting all children with the concoction. After a few seconds, they were immediately out. Rowan checked for pulses and, satisfied they all had at least one, she threw the syringe and bottle into the trash and disposed of her gloves. “They should wake up in a few hours.”

Rowan walked into the kitchen and stared at the knife and stuffed animals. And the man with a painted face sobbing into a corner. His name was Peter and his life was not going how he planned – he’d wanted to go to med school. She didn’t particularly care about his store, but partway through the entertainment, one of the girls had said something to him and he’d broken down and curled up on the counter in the corner. She grabbed two cups of coffee and put them on the coffee table, flopping next to Leia.

“I’m gonna die.”