The door opens and closes without much fanfare, as a little boy shuts it rather morosely. He starts to take off his backpack in an automatic motion, looking up to find his desk chair to hang it off of.

Which is about when he realizes that this is not his bedroom.

As the realization hits, the vidscreen pops up in front of him. Henry just stares in incomprehension and visibly growing uncertainty, if not quite fear. After all, it’s hard to be afraid when there are LEGOs scattered everywhere. Still, he could obviously use at least some explanation of what is even happening to him.

--

Lois loves Cubefall. She absolutely <i>loves</i> it. Last time she was here for it, she got an absolute dream. Thus, today, when the vidscreen pops up, she grins a very nearly deranged grin. Before she takes her pick, she runs to the Bar. Very shortly there is a large sign posted on the notice board

<center><b>RACING
COME TO THE GARAGE IF YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE
LAY A BET IF YOU HAVE THE GUTS</b></center>

Shortly thereafter, there is a Transformer-in-classic-motorcycle-form zooming gleefully around outside the garage. Who's up for answering that thrown gauntlet?

--

Tavi is in full armor when he comes in today; in fact, the first thing he does is pull off his helmet and pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly. While he does, the Cubefall vidscreen pops up on cue. For a long moment he just stares at it in utter incomprehension before sighing explosively. “Go away. I will play, but not this game, all right?”

Which is why not long after a table has been pulled over to a booth, and both are covered with bits and pieces of LEGO Mindstorms, with six and a half feet of armored not-quite-Roman fiddling with them. He might be in his twenties, but the brilliant smile on his face is as excited as an eight-year-old’s. The almost-forgotten plate of cookies next to him reinforces the near incongruity.

Tavi is playing with robots.

Hiding may be advisable.