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Kifeda’s Breakthrough

Social interactions were far from Kifeda’s forte. It was the attention that made it difficult for him. Talking to people would not be so daunting if he was not constantly analyzing every little change in their expressions. Fear of judgment in their faces is what led to the development of his skill with computers. Making friends over the internet was leagues ahead of face-to-face contact, in his opinion. One could say it started him on the path to eventually joining this task force for his new pride. Soon after, it actually proved to be of even more value than anyone anticipated.

During one sleepless night, Kifeda sat at his desk at home, reflecting on how things were going for him in his new home. Strangely, at the same time, things were both better and worse than he expected. On one hand, he really only went three places: home, next door, and work. Despite his time here, he still hardly knew his own neighborhood. On the other hand, he had a job, a friend (his supervisor and neighbor, but it counted, right?), and...and… Well, he had a job.

Did it really count as progress? Would his sisters be disappointed? At least there was that, in terms of progress. Lately, he proved how much more skillful he was in dodging their persistent calls. Texts and emails, he answered promptly and with well-crafted replies, but he was conveniently busy every time he was asked to FaceTime or even just voice call. On one occasion, he even enlisted Khalfani’s help, asking him to call out from a separate room to make it seem like some important breakthrough was about to happen. After every dodge, though, he felt the threat of one of them showing up unannounced looming over him and getting that much closer to realization. Lying awake and imagining the worst did no good, so Kifeda soon found himself in front of his personal computer again.

Visiting the same sites every time would result in burn out, meaning that tonight he needed to try and discover some new places to occupy his time. There were probably chat rooms or forums for people adapting to life in a new pride, right? One of them could give him some ideas for how to naturally find the courage to branch out. Now that Kifeda had an objective, he got to work searching.

Site to site, he moved. Some had out-dated posts that were not helpful, some had advice for people who were already naturally outgoing, and then he found one that sounded a little...troubling. Curiosity beat out the thought that this would only waste his time and soon he was scrolling through the latest posts. One from a couple days earlier caught his eye.

[[Yeah. Been arrested here too much, so I think moving’s a good idea. I never should have dated a cop’s kid. Now the guy finds any reason to accuse me of a crime. Shitbag. At least I don’t live outside the Pridelands. My cousin sent me this video the other day and I was like wtf?? DM if you wanna see. I’d probably be hunted down if I posted it in the open here.]]

Thought after thought fired through Kifeda’s mind as he folded a fist into his other hand and brought them to his lips. It did not sound like a trap. Sometimes bots used similar tactics to get nosy people to click links by making it seem like they are actually talking to a person, but this did not carry the usual signs of such a scam. Unfolding his hands, he rhythmically tapped the keyboard, still debating his next move. If this was real, and this person really was afraid of the wrong people seeing this video, Kifeda would have to prove he did not pose any threat. That was a nonissue. Over text, he was well-versed in conforming his personality to fit his environment.

No second-guessing. Diving straight in, Kifeda made an account and filled it with every necessary piece of information to make him appear as innocuous as possible. Then he started randomly replying and posting in various parts of the sight to build the character he needed. Contacting the poster only moments after joining the site would be suspicious, so there would need to be a window of time before that happened. After the number of weeks with no results in their investigation, what were a few more days?

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Khalfani leaned over Kifeda’s station, one hand on the back of Kifeda’s chair to steady himself. The first few times Khalfani did this, it tensed Kifeda’s entire body, leaving him feeling like prey that narrowly escaped with its life. Now, however, he was used to the gesture. Khalfani was no threat. He provided more of a sense of protection.

“How’s it going?” Khalfani asked, his eyes scanning the screen.

Kifeda sighed, nervous energy coursing through his veins.

“I sent the first message a couple hours ago and we’ve been chatting since. I don’t get the sense he’s distrustful of me, though. I think he’s just taking long to cover his bases. I should have the link soon.” Anxious, Kifeda looked up to meet Khalfani’s eyes. “You haven’t said anything to the Princess, yet, right?”

“I’m not any less keen than you are to avoid getting her hopes up. Not that I don’t have faith in you. But if the video doesn’t tell us anything, I’d hate to see the disappointment in her eyes. She’s got enough going on as it is.”

Kifeda’s eyes turned downcast in sympathy. “First her dad. Now her adviser.”

“Rafiki and the King will be fine. Look. You have a message.”

Both men’s eyes glued to the screen while Kifeda typed. As minutes passed, they each drew closer until their faces were side by side and mere inches from the computer. And then it finally happened. Kifeda had a download link for a video taken by a member of the Outlands.

As soon as the video began playing, the rest of the team left their stations and crowded around the two. How could they not after hearing Zira’s voice booming from the speakers despite how low Kifeda’s volume was set?

On a platform in the middle of a dimly lit room, Zira stood above the crowd and orated. The video began mid-sentence.

“...weak they are now? Have you seen the effect our operation has had on them? Their king is locked away in a hospital! Their queen is too distraught to rule! Their failure of a princess is /scraping the barrel/ for ideas to keep the masses distracted from the truth! But we are not so easily swayed. We know what’s really happening. They’re crumbling. Breaking. /Weakening/. Soon enough, it will be time for us to attack again! Don’t miss out on your chance to be apart of their downfall! Join me! Paint yourselves in their blood!”

An excited voice in the crowd shouted, “How did you do it, Zira? How did you get him?”

“Easy,” she answered, her sudden calm weighing on the room, bringing a hush over the crowd. “They are not as clever as they like to think. There are holes in their security. Flaws everywhere. All we had to do was find the right one and just like that we had our hands on their schedule. Then it was just a matter of finding the right people for the job. Our numbers weren’t what they needed to be for our own to pull it off.” Her energy amped up again quickly. “Which is why we need you now! Let it be our own hands that take back the Pridelands!”

The video ended as soon as the crowd roared with cheers.

Everyone stood in stunned silence. Khalfani’s rumbling voice broke it.

“I want every one of you to analyze the faces we can make out in the crowd. Try to find if any of them might have more information out there on the internet. Go!”

Though Khalfani gave the order to move, he was the only one who stayed in place there by Kifeda.

“At least we know for sure now,” Kifeda offered innocently.

“It wasn’t her.”

The words were not what shocked Kifeda, but Khalfani’s certainty. He pointed to a specific time in the video.

“Bring it back there. And lower the volume. Watch.” Kifeda followed through and Khalfani explained while the clip played. “Her face when the question is asked. You’d expect pride, wouldn’t you? Arrogance? She looks angry. If the ambush was her plan, she would want to brag. That’s how Zira is. But she’s not bragging. She’s guessing. This is what she /thinks/ led to the attack. They’re taking credit for someone else’s move.”

Heaving a heavy sigh, Khalfani stepped back and stood tall.

“This is still valuable to us regardless. Zira isn’t confident in her people.” Clapping his hand down on Kifeda’s shoulder, Khalfani shed the tension in him and smiled warmly as he said, “You’ve done a great job. We’re lucky to have you. Let’s get a concise report together and make an appointment with the Princess.”

An appointment with the Princess sounded immensely intimidating, but Kifeda could reflect on that later. Right now, he was swept up in the euphoria of being so genuinely appreciated and having made Khalfani proud. Next time one of his sisters called, he would tell them all about that moment. And the next time he was surfing forums he would seek help for what to do when you realize you have developed a crush on your superior.

#Khalfani #Kifeda #Technically lodgers #Kiara

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lodgerthings · 5 years

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"[from the other room, strained tone] I really like his LIPS. Someonehelpme!"

#Yoyo #Lodgers #i shouldn't have laughed

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Margaret Williams, first entry

Everybody talks about their first child being the most challenging. The lack of sleep is what gets some people, or the act of breastfeeding is too much to bear. I would talk to other first time mothers and find that I couldn't relate to their struggles. My job was more responsible for my lack of sleep than the tiny human I'd chosen to bring into the world.

Daniel worked night and day while I was on maternity leave. I'd never much liked being at home all day until our little roommate came into our lives. Daniel was attentive when he was home, but I worried about him and constantly told him to go to bed. I don't know how much time he actually got to spend with our son in his first few months.

Looking back I know I shouldn't have pushed. I should have let Daniel stay up and take care of our son the same way I did. Let him get to know him when he was still a happy potato. It's so important for father's to create that bond, but I was selfish…I wanted that perfect baby to myself. I wanted my husband to be well rested. I wanted time to slow down.

It was one of the first mistakes I made as a mother.

But Ryder wasn't a mistake. He was an angel.

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Along Came Cal

Fewer than five minutes after Owen got off the phone with Lily, he was overcome with guilt. Should he really have let her make that decision? He was aware how desperate she had been to find some semblance of familiarity, but that did not mean it was alright for her to run off with the first person who said he knew her. This was the same girl who followed her whim up the Brooklyn Bridge for goodness’ sake!

Stupid! Stupid!

Calm down. Okay. Think rationally. It might really be fine. Let it go for now and if she doesn’t call on time tomorrow, I’ll… I’ll… /track her/, I guess?

Years have passed since the last time Owen tracked anything down, but it should be like riding a bike, right? Maybe he would find his skill a little rusty, sure, but he would still be capable of pulling it off, right? All he had to do was-

And then came an unexpected knock. Well, a knock would be referring to it politely. Someone was excitedly pounding on his door and calling his name. Usually this voice would bring a smile to his face and he would rush to pull the door open, but at this moment he wanted nothing more than to hide far, far away where the voice - and the claws that certainly would head his way - could not find him.

Owen had never been successful in hiding his thoughts; they were always written across his face clear as day. Therefore, he made no effort to mask them now as he opened the door to see his friend Cal. Before he had a chance to speak, though, she pushed him aside and hustled as best she could.

“Sorry, my guy, I have to pee, /now./”

Take your time. Please take your time. Pee for three days or at least however long it takes so I don’t have to tell you I met your niece and then let her go just a few hours ago.

“Hey, Cy,” he said, turning to look back and see the man easily carrying three suitcases.

Cy had a grin on his face and was ready to greet Owen until he recognized the expression Owen sported.

“Oh, no. What is it? Tell me quick before she gets back,” he offered, genuinely intent on trying to save his friend before his wife returned from her trip to the bathroom.

First, Owen closed the door to his apartment and then the two men huddled by it, listening intently to be sure Cal was not on her way back yet. Then, in a hushed tone, Owen admitted the truth to Cy. Better to have him know the full story than possibly lose his only ally in this situation.

At least, that was how he felt until Cy reached out to put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Good luck.”

“What’s he need luck for? Your mom trying to contact you again?” Cal raised her voice to be heard clearly. She could not be bothered to move closer and join them by the door. Instead, she was in the little living room deciding which seat she wanted to take. “Owen, come move this chair so it faces the bathroom!”

Back to foolish endeavors, Owen did as she asked, the whole time trying to keep his face from view and conveniently not answering her question. Wasted effort. Cal all too easily picked up on this and he could feel her stare burning a hole into him. Not coincidentally, Cy appeared to be too busy with the luggage to join them in the tension. As if watching Owen string up his own noose, she waited in dangerous silence until he was finished making unnecessary adjustments to the placement of her chosen seat.

“Why do you need luck, Owen?” she asked again. Moving to take her place in the chair, her eyes stuck to him like glue.

The question on his mind now was how easily he could outrun her after factoring in her pregnancy. But then he would be tasked with finding a place to stay. And prolonging the inevitable would just irritate his stomach.

He spoke quietly as if his tone would influence her reaction. “I met her. Your niece. Lily.”

The elation was in her smile in an instant and she almost, /almost/ pushed herself up to squeeze him in a tight hug. There was more to this story, though, otherwise he would not have needed to confide in her husband before being pressured into telling her. Tension building in her muscles, she flexed her hands.

“And?”

One deep breath later, Owen was diving into the full story once again. He told her how he first saw Lily up high and minutes away from being arrested for trying to scale a bridge. He told her how Lily was beginning to make a habit out of coming to visit his place of work. He told her that Lily apparently spent her every day wandering in vain in the hopes she would regain her memory. And then he told her about Loki; this kid who showed up after they had eaten lunch.

By the end of the story, Owen’s own muscles tensed and he was ready to make a move if needed. Cal’s teeth bared, she cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders. Neither action eased the anger building in her, all they did was showcase exactly how irate she was.

“You let her go? Just like that? Knowing how long I’ve been looking for her?” The low growl accompanying her voice further put him on edge.

“She’s not /gone./ She told me where they’re going and gave me a number to call,” he said, stupidly attempting to defend himself at a time when there was no way Cal would consider any of it.

“You-” she struck out to swipe at him, but Cy caught her arm and cut off her view of Owen.

Purring, Cy moved closer and redirected the attention of most of her senses. Getting her to focus on the sight of him, on his scent, his voice, and his touch, he appealed to her.

“You need to sleep. Think of the baby, Cal. He said he knows where she is. Tomorrow, we’ll just drive out, right? We can see where she lives, where she goes to school, where she’s grown up. She’ll probably feel better in a familiar place, don’t you think so?”

Given her fatigue, it was easier than usual for this method to work. Cal calmed down considerably and let him help her to Owen’s bedroom. Owen, of course, made no complaints about giving the room up. Whatever it took to keep her from killing him was fine by him. He should have known better than to think he could reason with her right now. Pregnancy made things more difficult for his kind, too. The inability to shift meant pent up energy that required expelling. Without the right outlets, it turned people into time bombs. That concept was all too familiar. Thank goodness for Cy.

Falling onto his couch, Owen stared up at the ceiling. Good thing tomorrow was a day off. No doubt, Cal would insist he come along to introduce her to Lily. He tried imagining how that will go, but all he could think of was how angry she would be if something went wrong.

“Please, don’t let anything go wrong or that cat will /actually/ kill me.”

#Owen #technically lodgers #Lils #Cal #Cy

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lodgerthings · 5 years

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Lils: I'm having breakfast pizza.

Yoyo: [looks at the pepperoni] How is it breakfast pizza?

Lils: It's breakfast time and I'm having pizza.

Yoyo: [long suffering sigh]

#Lils #Yoyo #Lodgers

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Young & Relationships 🤷

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State of Stagnation

Ask Khalfani, at just about any stage of his life up to this point, what he wanted to do most and he would have said his dream was to work to protect the Pridelands. He achieved that dream. In fact, not only was he an integral part, he was the head of a special task force created by the future queen. Described that way, the position sounded like a dream, but the reality was not so.

As much as he retained his passion for his job, it was the indirect influences and restrictions which took their toll. For one, this force would not have been put to use so soon if it were not for the attack on the Royal Family; a thought which returned whenever they followed a thread that seemed promising, but ultimately led nowhere. The pressure weighed heavier each time, feeding his frustrations; the worst of which came from his lack of personal input in an intellectual setting.

Khalfani was by no means a fool, but that was not enough to make him useful on this side of things. At this point, there was no need to physically make any moves. Every bit of intelligence they needed in order to know where they should go had to first come from the work done by their technically-inclined members. Accepting this truth and being comfortable with it, though, could not be more vastly different. For that reason, every so often the urge to move would overcome him and Khalfani would leave the room until he could rein himself in. Generally, he would return in good time, but every so often someone had to go fetch him. On such occasions, the rest of the team would volunteer Kifeda. Ever since they found out the two were neighbors, they came to the unspoken agreement it was simply easier that way.

Today was one such day where Khalfani lost track of time. It happened so close to the close of the day, though, that even Kifeda forgot until everyone else had gone home and he was the last one. He was never the last one. Every day, without fail, Khalfani was last to leave. His not being there meant he was still off on his own somewhere else in the building. In an attempt to be considerate, Kifeda took it upon himself to gather Khalfani’s things with his own and bring them to him.

When he finally found the other man, Kifeda was disappointed to see him brooding alone in a room lit only by the setting sun. Sat atop the round table therein, Khalfani stared out the window, deep in thought. The first few times Kifeda found him like this, he hesitated for fear of upsetting Khalfani by disturbing his meditation. By this point, however, he no longer concerned himself with such qualms. Rapping on the open door, he waited for his neighbor to notice before stepping inside.

As soon as Khalfani snapped out of his trance, he jumped down and offered an apologetic smile.

“I take too long again? My bad.”

Kifeda shrugged as convincingly as he could. “It wasn’t actually that bad this time. But the usual hours are over, so everyone’s gone home.”

With the mention of home, Khalfani realizes Kifeda is carrying more than his own belongings. Thanking him, Khalfani removes the burden of his things and shoulders them.

“Are you staying a little longer today, too?” Kifeda asked quietly.

Honestly, that was the plan. Even though it would do no real good, Khalfani hated the idea of going home to more silence. But the look on Kifeda’s face pricked his heart with guilt. His behavior did not affect only himself. If he was not mindful, his team would lose confidence in him and, worst of all, Kiara, too. The young queen-to-be already had so much on her plate. She did not need one of her strongest and most loyal allies causing unrest with his faltering.

“Nah, I’m heading home. You want a ride? You take the bus, right?”

“I do, but… Yeah! Sure. You don’t mind?”

Throwing his arm around Kifeda, Khalfani led him out the door. “I think I owe you at least that much. C’mon. We’ll pick up dinner on the way, too. I don’t know about you, but I am not in the mood to cook.”

#Khalfani #Kifeda #technically lodgers #lodgers #Toad's birthday #Toad

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Favorite Parts

So because two Lodgers are always so aware of their favorite parts of their Orionid other-halves, I decided to ask if the rest could pinpoint a favorite. Here are the results:

Youngie - arms

Lils - neck

Kiara - eyes

Hana - shoulders

Lily - hands

Mabel - chest

Berry - legs

Kirk - arms

#mabel #lils #kiara #lily #berry #hana #youngie #kirk #lodgers

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At Arm's Length

After the rush of bouquet orders for Valentine’s Day and Valentine’s apologies, it was finally time for a few days off. As much as Owen usually loved the flowers, the atmosphere of stress which settled in the shop during occasions such as Valentine’s was one which succeeded in warping the beauty them. Time away was exactly what he needed to clear his head and renew his outlook.

On this particular day, Owen ventured out for a rare hike. During this dangerous chill, even the most passionate of hikers were not out, providing him with the perfect conditions. It was a fairly long drive to get there, but worth it for the promise that he would be alone and free to let his hair down. Once he was high enough up the mountain trail, Owen turned off the set path and wandered until there was hardly even the lingering scent of humans. There, he stripped, folded his clothes together nicely and stuffed them in his backpack, hanged the backpack up in a tree to keep it out of reach, and shifted for the first time in two months.

Thick fur covered his body and stopped him mid-shiver. His bushy tail almost touched the snow as his paws sank into it, but even the cold, now, was welcome. He set off at a leisurely trot to get his blood pumping. Before he knew it, he was already racing through the snow, leaping and bounding, thrilled to be out in the open and unafraid. Everything felt right again. Then he saw him; a familiar face, one from his home.

As soon as they made eye contact, Owen turned tail and ran. Eager to leave right that instant, he allowed himself to crash into the tree holding his backpack. Biting back a yelp at the sting of the impact, he shifted quickly and pulled on his clothes like his life depended on it. He was in the parking lot and halfway to his car when someone out of breath shouted, “Owen! Wait!”

Damn it all. Against his wish to get away, Owen slowed and turned around, pretending to be surprised to hear his name. He had been right. The man running up to him, still struggling to pull his pants up all the way, was his former underclassman, Langston.

“Owen!” he breathed between gasps. “I knew it was you.” Still struggling for air, he motioned with his arms that Owen’s size was the tip-off. “Still the biggest wolf I know.”

Time to act flattered.

“Come on. You’re just saying that. Anyway, it was nice seeing-” Failed attempt number two.

Langston stayed to the side, one step behind Owen. “I haven’t seen you in forever! Wren married Fig! Wait, you know that. You sent them that cool dehydrator thing. We all hoped you’d be able to make it, though. But I bet you’ve got a million things going on. Probably still a lot of prospective mates, huh? Haven’t chosen one yet. You haven’t right? I didn’t miss it, did I? Mom didn’t mention anything. Oh, man, if she missed it, she’ll never stop talking about it and I know she’ll find a way to blame m-”

“/Langston/.” Owen’s voice boomed, echoing in the parking lot. This was not his intention, as he generally disliked when this part of him showed itself without his wanting it, but in this moment he was actually grateful. Langston snapped his mouth shut and stood at attention. “I have no mate. No one has missed anything. I am busy and will be going back now.”

He was at his car and about to open the door when Langston called out from the spot he dare not leave until Owen was gone, “Want me to pass a message for you? To your dad? Your mom?”

Had Owen not exercised his other side enough, he was certain claws would have unsheathed themselves now. “Tell them I’m doing /just fine/.”

Just fine. Those were the last words he heard from his mother, words thrown at him in malicious sarcasm after he declared he would be moving away from the pack, that he would no longer live as she wanted him to live. “Go ahead. I’m sure you’ll survive /just fine/,” she said. That was already six years ago now and Owen had not shared a room with his mother since. He had no desire to, even at his own expense. Missing important pack events hurt, but if he bent even a little, his mother would take it as a sign of weakness and she would devote her time to breaking him.

Back home in his apartment, Owen took a long shower to wash away the tension left behind from his interaction with Langston. Under the showerhead, he made plans for the rest of the night. He would have food delivered, find something to watch on some streaming service, and not move from his couch unless it was to answer the door for other food deliveries. His plans were immediately derailed when he stepped out of the bathroom and heard his phone ring, vibrating across the bathroom counter.

Wary, he let it ring a while longer, testing to see if it was a real call before picking it up to read the name of the caller.

“Cal!” he answered, suddenly much more cheerful than he had been in a while. “Hi. How are you? How’s the baby?”

On the other side of the call, Cal laughed. “Growing well. I actually have a bump now.”

“That’s fantastic.” Drying himself off, Owen crossed from the bathroom to his bedroom to find some clothes to lounge in.

“Yeah. Listen, Owen, something unbelievable just happened and,” Cal sniffed, “I don’t think I’ll really believe it’s real until I tell somebody else.”

His friend’s tone was not enough to tell whether this was good news or bad. “Go on.”

“They found her. I don’t know what possessed me, but I asked them to check the missing persons database again and this time /they found her/.”

Shocked, Owen dropped the pants in his hand. “You mean-”

“My sister’s baby! My niece! Owen, she’s in New York! She’s near you!”

Owen could hear the happy tears in Cal’s voice and he sat back on his bed. The child was not related to him in any way, but he had known Cal long enough to feel the pain it caused her having no idea where her niece was, if she was even still alive.

“That’s incredible.”

“I know. Apparently she’s in foster care right now. I don’t know all the details yet, but Cy and I contacted the agency and everything and we’ll be coming up soon to bring her home once everything is sorted out. It honestly feels like a dream come true.”

“I wonder if I’ve ever passed her before and not realized it.”

“I was thinking that, too!”

Cal’s excitement raised her volume tenfold and Owen had to jerk his head away from the phone to preserve his hearing.

“Call me when you guys get out here and we’ll meet for lunch or something, okay?”

“Obviously! I’m so excited, I don’t know what to do with myself. Okay. I’ll stop now.” She squealed one last time. “Have a good night, Owen!”

“Yup. You, too.”

This is some form of irony, right? he thought to himself as he stood and pulled his pants on. While Cal’s family is finally within reach, I’m trying to keep mine at arm’s length.

#Owen #Lodgers #Lils

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Fav Corleone (+Hagen) Brother

Kiara - Tom

Lils - Michael*

Lily - Michael*

Mabel - Fredo

Hana - Sonny

Fiona - Fredo

Pen - Sonny