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> Standard SK Setup
> Luna's come home.
> With her Bus. Which would logically be a terrible idea that would draw attention to the house cram-packed full of incest-recipes.
> Good thing Lisa made a cloaking device for it.
> Shame the device broke down because she forgot a washer or something.
> Now it's just got a last-minute paintjob to hide the fact that it's literally a superstar's tour bus. Somehow it works just as well.
> Anyone they're home. Luna's sharing stories, the kids are seeing how long it takes to drive Lyra to murder and Lyra's trying to avoid going insane.
> Good times.
> Nightfall comes.
> Family discusses who's getting exiled to the couch.
> "Nah, it's covered. Got the bus remember?"
> Wrong thing to say.
> Objectively the Bus is the right call. It's literally made for it.
> But now it looks like Luna and her spawn are too good for the objectively worse conditions he family lives in.
> Eventually have to cave and agree to sleep in the house to avoid excummincato. Luna goes on the couch. Lyra ends up on Dad's bed.
> Dad goes where he goes when not observed by one of his children.
> "How do you live like this?" Lyra asks she as she stares at the literal repurposed closet Lincoln had been stuck in for decades.
> Barely big enough for a girl like her, nevermind a grown man. Borderline Harry Potter stuff.
> Still manage to get to sleep thanks to her rocker-rated earplugs.
> Wake up next morning feeling like a pretzel. Maybe a few new holes where Dad's mattress springs gently wound their way into her organs.
> Make way downstairs feeling awful.
> See Mom looking her age for once. Did not sleep well on the old pull out couch either.
> "You look how I feel."
> "I feel how you look."
> Single Braincell moment. Mother-daughter bonding achieved.
> Hear movement outside.
> Near their bus.
> Rush outside outside if someone's trying to make off with their home.
> Instead find a broken plantpot. Someone probably tripped over it.
> Probably because they were trying be sneaky while holding a blanket and pillows.
> You know, because there's a dozen people in the garden doing exactly that.
> "You know, I was wondering why the house was so quiet."
> Stare at treacherous family members frozen in the deed. Bus doors are open despite being locked before, family members look like deer in headlights.
> "And after all that, acting like we're to blame." Luna shakes her head, and then bares her teeth. "But the joke's on them," somehow Lyra's mother pulls out her reinforced axe from behind her back, " 'cause now they're the target, and we're gonna be be singing!"