Toronto, Wednesday Evening, Fandom Time

Shit. Oh, oh shit, Sparkle had needed that chuckle something terrible.

City Council had made their judgment pretty swiftly. The home was going to be shut down, the kids were to be relocated to new homes, with a temporary place to stay somewhere in the interim until they could be assigned to somewhat more permanent lodgings. It was a pretty unanimous decision, though. Lewis wasn't to be taking care of any more kids. Ever. Because honestly, now.

So today had been spent packing. Or, well, mostly packing. Alternating between packing, and consoling teens who were terrified that they'd be split up with kids who were practically siblings, after living under Lewis' supervision for years and years. Sparkle had seen people start crying today who he didn't think had the ability to cry.

( It had been rough. )

[OOC: Sparkle is phoning one person in particular, but the post is open for phone calls after that thread, chronologically!]