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What do you think McQueen's first race was like?
Unmemorable. Set-up was off, never really found the track--he doesn't have a crew chief; the last one walked off and Rusty and Dusty are still throwing darts at resumes--and he wrecked out before the end. Nothing major, but he hit the wall trying to take the high line, out of the groove and into the marbles, busted a toe link. Hit some other stuff on the way down to the apron.
Rusty and Dusty have been told to expect growing pains. Rookie racecar on a first-year team? That's a hard game to play. Don't let it get you down.
Lightning, on the other hand, is told he cannot crash again.
"Racecars crash," Lightning replies churlishly. He's embarrassed. Upset he didn't get to run all the laps. This gig feels like it has more sitting than racing--one day? Out of the week?--and he had to watch all those other guys still racing, still flying, out there without him. Stupid infield "care" center. He hates seeing his name at the bottom of the leaderboard. 2 points. He's already over 40 behind the leader. By the time this season ends, they could have over 2000.
He'll have over 2000. He'll get there. If it weren't for the toe link, he could have won this. (He'd been running 17th all day, minus pit cycling. Whatever.)
This BMW guy doesn't understand, because he is not a racecar.
"Yeahhhhh. Racecars crash. You don't, though. Not on this team, you don't."
Racing's only good as long as the money holds out, the BMW explains. Rusty and Dusty? They're playing pro ball with Mexican league money.
Lightning's brow furrows.
"That's baseball," says the BMW.
"I know," says Lightning. (He doesn't.)
But he does know this: If the money runs out before the championship, he will not race at all. He won't be watching from the infield care center. He won't be watching from the track. He'll be back in Charlotte, watching on TV like he's no racecar at all.
Racecars crash, but lightning strikes.
The BMW--Harv, his name is Harv--laughs when Lightning says this, says, "Sure, kiddo. Whatever you gotta tell yourself," but Lightning takes this at face value. And it is what he tells himself.
By the end of the West Coast swing, people are talking. Rookie racecar will run the roughest, rookie 20 laps. But then things start changing. Then he's racing the King's lines, he's passing even when the aero's saying don't, only an idiot would-- From green to checkered it's like he's racing seasons and not laps. He's learning fast. Kid races like every lap's the last one. Not good race strategy, running your suff that hard every lap, not thinking at all about tire wear or pit strategies or building a race over time. But maybe it doesn't matter, whatever world he's living in. It's working for him. If you're first every lap, then when the checkered flag comes you won't be seeing taillights (they are stickers--).
He's not first. Not yet. But he doesn't crash.
On RSN they're talking about what they think they'll see out of him next year, with more races under his timing belt, when the circuit comes back to sunny, busy California. ("You mean when the circus comes back?" "Haha, oh Darrell--")
"Heck, I wouldn't wait for next year!" Darrell says, after the patter's moved on and the topic is racing again. Real racing. "Look out for that kid now! Our should I say 'take cover'? Get it, lightning?"
They get it.
Next week at Bristol, Lightning flashes his sticker for the cameras, says "kachow" for the very first time (at least, where anyone could hear him. He talks a lot in his hauler, alone. He says a lot of things).
This time, the high line works. And he does not crash.
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The year is 1984. After millions of years of dormancy, an active volcano reawakens the crew of the Autobot Starship “The Ark”. However their enemies the Decepticons also reawakened. So their battle begins anew on this strange new world…… (hauler is holding the camera)
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Trick or treat! 🦇 🎃 🦇
lunchtime snippet!
I opened the hatch and aimed a gesture that would've had The Company activating my governor module for sure (and probably high enough to kill me dead) at the camera on the drone waiting for me. It didn't do anything except use a couple of its spidery appendages to hand me the components I needed to fix ART, which made me feel kind of shitty.
I took the parts (and also a tool kit, which would probably work better than my energy weapons for whatever I needed to do next) and it pinged me for confirmation of receipt. I pinged acknowledgement back and then it scurried away to whatever part of the ship it was working on that wasn't the engineering module.
I looked down at the parts in my hands. I kind of recognized most of them, thanks to ART's picture book instructional manual. That was kind of weird to think about.
I'd obviously held parts of other ships before, even though that wasn't my function. When I'd worked for The Company, a lot of my clients hadn't really cared about what my function was, so I'd end up doing things like manual labor or cage fighting other SecUnits or torturing corporate spies or carrying heavy things so the humans didn't have to bother calling for a hauler bot or whatever. Probably around 73% of the time that I had spent doing things that weren't part of my function had been holding things so humans didn't have to hold them. (That number only included time I spent doing things humans had told me to do, not the time I spent watching The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon.)
Somehow, holding ART's engine components in my hands felt different.
Ugh. I was having an emotion.
I didn’t feel like examining it too closely so I turned around and went back through the hatch into the engineering module instead. The faster I could fix ART, the faster we could get back to watching World Hoppers - or maybe we would start that show I'd picked up the last time we'd docked in the Corporate Rim about a bunch of humans cooking food that they sent to judging humans and didn't get to eat, which ART had said was an intriguing premise - and I could stop having any emotions that weren't caused by fake humans.
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2. RELATIONS
Scene- The charging station walls are covered in drawn posters and blueprints and ripped alien art. The floor of the charging station closest to the wall has been covered in both three mattresses and more bedding. The room looks like it has been made into a sort of refugee sleeping space with clothes and cloth materials strewn about the floor. Laying in the bed in the middle is Henry with a book in hand as he stares at the ceiling between reading the paperback. Besides him curled up in a fetal position, to the right is Kendra. Both are in new clothes though it looks alien and tattered.
Camera- suspended over the room to examine both Henry and Kendra.
Henry- “Y’know… I am starting to stop kissing them.”
Actions- lowers his book to his chest to mark the spot he stopped reading.
Kendra- “What?!”
Actions- looks up at him and props herself up on the elbow.
Kendra- “You can’t be serious. Your fiance? Basil?! You can’t tell me you don’t miss him!”
Actions- moves closer to stare into Henry’s face.
Camera- moved so we can see both their torsos as they talk.
Henry- “It hurts to admit but, with all the work and exploring of scrap yards and haulers? I… I haven’t thought of him for a straight month now.”
Actions- stares straight at the ceiling avoiding Kendra’s awe shocked expression.
Kendra- “That’s - horrible Henry. I haven’t stopped thinking of my parents, my brother… my… sister.”
Actions- lays back on her side to stare gloomily at Henry’s shoulder.
Henry- “It’s been a year…”
Actions- let’s put a huff and lifts the book back up to continue reading.
Henry- “I think they would have moved on from us- we… we weren’t really present- working for Torchwood and all.”
Actions- flips a page even as Kendra pushes a hand into his arm.
Camera- moves to back of the room above the pair’s head to see the door.
Scene- the double circular doors slide open and Olesia walks into the room. A sort of blueish white glow quickly faded around her as she walks into the room. She is still in her usual clothes with the blue button up shirt and black jeans.
Olesia- “So that’s done with, we’re running really low on food stuffs. I think this next scrap haul we should go hunting or something.”
Actions- walks into the room with her eyes on a tablet held by one hand. Her other hand is playing with a necklace dangling from her shoulders. She paused at the beds to look down at the two laying in them.
Kendra- “Augh, I don’t want to. I just… I want to go home to my mom and dad.”
Actions- curls up further into a fetal position.
Henry- “She doesn’t get it, Kendra. She’s not got anyone to go back to on Earth. She isn’t even from Earth to begin with.”
Actions- rolls his eyes as he continues to read the book.
Camera- moves to directly above them so we see all three from the above.
Olesia- “Hey… I do get it, you miss them.”
Actions- kneels down to all fours to rest a hand on Kendra’s leg.
Kendra- “I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
Actions- looks up to Olesia and slowly sits up.
Camera- moves down so we see all three busts
Olesia- “I haven’t given up on trying to find a way out of this mess.”
Actions- holds up her necklace pendant before tucking it into her shirt.
Kendra- “you mean… You’ve figured out a way to shut it out?”
Actions- inches closer to Olesia.
Olesia- “Yes- but it means… we’ll need a third party…”
Actions- glances down at Henry before looking back to Kendra.
Olesia- “Or - well… Fourth party?”
Actions- leans back to sit on her legs.
Henry- “A fourth person? We can’t even feed the three of us with those tiny beasts Blueton has growing in the bio-lab.”
Actions- sets his book down on his chest as he props himself up on his elbows.
Olesia- “Yes… about that…”
Actions- leans into the group.
Camera- backs away as they whisper to fade to black to end the scene.
Scene- opens in the entryway of the control room: pilots room of the crescent ship. The sound of the soft heartbeat in most Dalek ships is playing as we see the Blue Dalek stationed at the controls of the ship. The room is pristine with only the glow of the white lights from the circles in the walls to light it along with the blue lights of the screens. Out of the window we see a star filled sky with a few planets in front of them. They all look like blue marbles floating around a solid white star.
Camera- stares into the room at the back of the Dalek.
BT122- “Scrap ship located. Ship is locked in a planetary rotation.”
Actions- some lights flash as the eyestalk twitches from side to side as they look over each screen.
Camera- changes to looking right over the shoulder of the Dalek at the screens of the ship. All show a solar system with the same glittering planets. One of the planets has Dalek text labeling it as Bad Wolf which a green dot seems to be circling. The central screen shows a small vessel that looks rather beaten up just floating there above a planet’s blue and white marbled surface.
BT122- “Energy is… low… Sufficient resources to capture the scrap ship…”
Actions- see a pair of hands suddenly slam down onto the shoulders of the Dalek’s. Eyestalk quickly lifts and turns around to see who is assaulting them.
Camera- moves to the side so we see Olesia and Blueton’s busts. Olesia has both her hands on Blueton’s shoulder section and is staring right into the eyestalk as it turns to examine her.
Olesia- “Energy’s low huh?”
Actions- cheeky smirk as she reaches up to tap at the rim around the eyestalk. The eyestalk twitches up and away to try and shoo the interfering fingers away.
Olesia- “I thought Dalek’s didn’t require sleep. You’ve been mobile and constantly checking in on the computers and those little squids in the tanks back there- that doesn’t leave a lot of time to rest now does it?”
Actions- begins to pull the casing back away from the computer’s controls. The Dalek’s manipulator arm stays connected and simply extends as he is pulled back.
BT122- “Unhand me! You will not interfere!”
Actions- turns eyestalk around the other direction to stare at Olesia.
Camera- backs away to show their full bodies
Olesia- “Come on Blueberry, you already told me what you want done. The coordinates of the scrap ship there are already locked onto. I can handle the other two- it’ll be a quick in and out-“
Actions- grunts as she pulls the casing further away from the controls. The manipulator arm sparks at the control panel as it disconnects from the plunger shaped end.
BT122- “Do not continue this activity! You will damage the control panel.”
Actions- pulls their manipulator arm back towards themself as they turn their casing around to face Olesia. She steps back and rests her hands on her hips.
Olesia- “You can go rest in that recharge bay while I handle this operation. Let this be my way to prove my loyalty to you.”
Actions- stands stalk still and as tall as she can. A soft smirk is on her face as she locks her eyes into Blueton’s eyestalk.
BT122- “You will… Assist in leading this operation? Willingly?”
Actions- examines Olesia’s body language from bottom to top before focusing on her face.
Camera- flicks to the Dalek’s eyestalk view to focus on Olesia’s face. Around the edges it shows her heart rate and focuses on her facial expressions.
Olesia- “Yes, I will willingly take command of this operation so you, Blueton- can catch some shut eye.”
Actions- she tries to hide her smile, the smirk vanishing for only a little while before playing up on her lips again.
Camera- returns to looking at the pair’s busts.
BT122- “I… Agree to transfer control of this operation partly to you. If you fail you will be punished.”
Actions- approaches Olesia as both the manipulator and gunstick rise up as he stares into her face.
Olesia- “I wouldn’t expect any different.”
Actions- she stays as still as she can while staring Blueton down.
BT122- “I will retire to the recharge station.”
Actions- he moves past Olesia out of the control room.
Camera- switches to looking out into the hallway to watch Blueton leave the control station to move down the hallway to the recharge room. In the hallway both Henry and Kendra are standing on either side of the doors. They watch the Dalek leave and only turn to go into the control room once the doors to the recharge station close.
Camera- moves to follow the pair into the control room before raising to watch over the group of three.
Olesia- “That went a lot better than I expected it to.”
Actions- moves to the controls and starts messing around with the screens.
Henry- “You’ll make sure you teleport us inside the ship this time right?”
Actions- asks as he walks over to lean on the control panel’s shelf.
Kendra- “The nanites are good at keeping us from exploding in open space but it’s still- way too cold.”
Actions- walks to Olesia’s other side as she stairs over the screens.
Olesia- “Yeah I’ll make sure you two get into that little ship there. Just- tell me when you’ve got the pilot. Once you’ve got them we’ll … we’ll see how well this goes.”
Actions- looks over to a hopeful looking Kendra.
Camera- fades out to end scene with staticky effect showing a quick teleport in grabbing a blue man pilot before going black.
Camera- focuses on the Dalek casing on the charging station
Scene- In the charging room on the front most station rests the Dalek casing. The manipulator arm, gunstick and eyestalk are all pointed downwards in a resting position. Tubes and hoses are sticking out of the Dalek casing’s skirt section out of some of the semi-spheres. Shadows fall around the casing for a moment or two before a pair of blue hands grab the dome of the Dalek casing. They twist and pull the dome off of the neck section of the casing. The manipulator arm and gunstick raise slightly as the eyestalk’s light flashes on.
Blue man- “c’mon stay unconscious just long enough fr’me to get this thing detached-“
Actions- their arm reaches into the casing’s neck piece and begins searching around for something.
Camera- looks from the inside of the Dalek casing to watch the hand resch in past wires and tubes to mess around with the back side of the gunstick. Splits screen to show as he messes with the back of the gunstick the front side begins to twitch and spin in its socket. Returns to view inside of the casing and slowly turns to look at the Dalek mutant with its eye open and staring at the arm messing with its weapons system. The tendrils lift slowly as the camera turns to focus on the clearly enraged mutant.
Camera- switches to full view of the blue man fiddling with the Dalek casing who jolts suddenly ad begins screaming. The sound of crunching can be heard and a spray of blue blood shoots up from out of the top of the Dalek casing. The man tried to pull his hand back out of the casing but whatever is in the casing is clearly strong enough to pull the man’s shoulder deeper into the casing.
Camera- switches back into the Dalek casing to see Blueton has many tendrils wrapped around a clearly broken arm with bone poking out between some tendrils. It is clear they are biting into the arm and they open and close their mouth the further cause damage. They continue pulling the arm and the blue man further into the casing until the arm gives way coming off of the blue man showing the mutant with dark blue blood.
Camera- at the back of the Dalek casing to watch the Blue man stumble backwards screaming and clutching where his missing arm would have been. Lands on his back and scrambles backwards into the wall of computing systems across from the charging station.
Blue man- “You were asleep- you were asleep-“
Actions- clutches their shoulder as the camera turns downwards to watch tendrils slide up and out of the dark abyss of the Dalek casing.
Camera- continues to turn upside down to stare at the back wall as we hear the blue man plead behind it.
Blue man- “Please- they said you were asleep- they just want to go home- no- please- please have mercy- no- nooo!”
Camera- fades to credits as we hear screams that turn to gurgles and crunches.
#the doctor’s dalek#torchwood’s dalek#doctor who#dalek#script#fanfiction#doctor who fanfiction#Torchwood
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Murderbot Reference: Character Descriptions Part 1
So, characters and things in Murderbot stories don’t get a lot of physical description, which is very cool, but out of curiosity I went through all 5 books and tried to note every time a character gets a description (body or clothing).
I also ended up making some non-visual notes, such as the names of Mensah’s marital partners and Amena’s age. Basically, the things I’d want to remember about a character if I was writing or drawing them. Therefore, beware of spoilers.
This got long so it’s under a cut, and I’ve split it into 3 posts. This post contains:
Mensah
Gurathin
Pin-Lee
Ratthi
Arada
Overse, Bharadwaj, Volescu
Wilken and Gerth
Miki & Human-Form Bots
Don Abene
Combat Bot
Amena
Thiago
Other posts: Part 2; Part 3
Mensah
· “She had dark brown skin and lighter brown hair cut very short and I’m guessing she wasn’t young or she wouldn’t be in charge.”
· Looks tired and sleep-deprived during pre-abduction interviews; more creases at corner of eyes after rescue
· Clothing: During rescue, wears a long caftan over pants (long enough to hold it up while running), “looked more rumpled and creased than they should, but not enough to draw attention.” One shoe falls off during run, she can toe out of the other one.
· Very good at controlling herself, can look physically relaxed during all this.
· Height: comes up to about MB’s shoulder. MB has to “look down” to meet her eyes directly.
· Feed interface is implanted as a fail-safe for emergencies, but is not augmented.
· One child “looked like a miniature version of Mensah;” family has 7 children total
· Two marital partners: Farai and Tano. Farai uses she/her and seems comfortable with Murderbot.
· Has at least one brother (who married Thiago), see next point
· Lives outside the capital city with two marital partners, plus her sister and brother and their three marital partners, “and a bunch of relatives and kids who Ratthi had lost count of”
· Is “second mother” in family
Gurathin
· Has “a small, quiet smile, and they all [PreservationAux survey members] seemed to like him.”
· Augmented human, specifically gives him some information storage (similar to MB), internal augment. Carries a specialized toolkit.
· Shorter than MB, who puts its arm on his shoulder to run after injury.
Pin-Lee
· During Exit Strategy when meeting MB, is wearing a jacket and carrying the key for Mensah’s implant.
· Wears feed interface in ear
· Take medication (unspecified, but had it with her during ES)
· Has past experience in habitat and shelter construction
Ratthi
· At end of ASR, is there to meet MB when it comes out of cubicle after Mensah purchases it. “He was wearing regular civilian station clothes, but with the soft gray jacket with the PreservationAux survey logo.”
· Shorter than MB, who puts its arm on his shoulder to run after injury.
· Carries a lucky spare interface
· Is a biologist
· No physical description (besides being shorter than MB), but according to Word of God on her Dreamwidth blog (no links or Tumblr will hide this post from the tags): “Ratthi is super hot. We're talking Sendhil Ramamurthy levels of hot.”
· The closest physical description in text we get is being used as a comparison: “Iris was small, shorter and slimmer than Ratthi, not much bigger than Amena.“
· Doesn’t seem to have a partner, but according to MB, has a lot of relationships with all genders of humans and augmented humans, and he and they all seemed very happy about it.
Arada
· “Arada has a lot of expressions, even for a human.”
· Short hair (singed in NE after whatever happened in the wormhole)
· Has light gold-brown skin “and you could really tell all the blood had drained out of her face” when frightened.
Overse, Bharadwaj & Volescu
· Overse uses she/her, Arada’s marital partner. Is certified as a field medic
· Bharadwaj uses she/her
· Volescu uses he/him; in a 4-way marriage
Wilken and Gerth
· Both she/her. Both augmented humans, carrying traveling packs and a couple cases MB recognizes as combat gear, including armor and weapons
· Have worked for GrayCris before, know enough about it to keep blackmail material on hand
· “From the shapes, the cases held weapons, ammo, and a couple of high-end sets of self-adjusting armor, the kind I’d only seen in the media.”
· Armor has energy weapons built into forearms. Faceplate and helmet. With no comm or feed, can hear but voices sound like they’re farther away. When armor powers down, automatically opens vents to allow air circulation so person doesn’t suffocate or get heat exhaustion.
Miki/Human-Form Bots
· No cloned human tissue, just a bare metal bot-body that can pick up heavy things (but not as good as specialized hauler or other cargo bot, according to MB). Big, globe-like eyes. Eyes are dark and opaque surface. Can extend a secondary clamp from chest and used to hold emergency kit while using its hand to treat MB.
· Cameras and sensory inputs are in head; its processor, memory and other things that make it Miki are in the chest/torso
· Strong enough to pin Wilken’s wrist to wall and stand firm while Wilken pushes.
· Human-form bots often used to portray “evil rogue SecUnits who menaced the main characters” in entertainment media, so humans who had never worked with SecUnits expected them to look like human-form bots, not SUs.
· Not popular in corporation territory (according to MB) because they’re more general-purpose and not as good at specific tasks as dedicated bots, and “with the feed available their data storage and processing ability isn’t that exciting.”
Don Abene
· Warm brown skin lined at the corners of mouth and eyes, long dark hair has strands of white. MB can’t guess age.
· Hair is loose after helmet taken off, long enough to need brushing away to check neck, and Wilken grabbed it.
· After helmet removed during fight, has a mark on neck where helmet rim pressed in.
Combat Bot (not Combat SecUnit)
· (Combat SecUnit note: they probably don’t look super different from regular SecUnits, at least if you’re not super close, because MB didn’t realize one SU in the Exit Strategy dock fight was a Combat SU until it was able to counter MB’s hacks; MB didn’t recognize it as a CSU on sight)
· Anyway: combat bots, separate things from CSUs
· Combat bots are close in shape to human-form bot, but 3 meters (~10 feet) tall, has multiple weapon ports in chest and back, four arms with multiple hand mods for cutting, slicing, delivering energy bursts, etc.
· Faster, stronger, and more heavily armed than a SecUnit, and a “not very endearing personality” according to MB.
· Camera and scanners in head, processing and memory in lower abdomen for protection
· Can deliver pulse through skin to cause SecUnit pain sensors to max out, and another pulse meant to fry SecUnit armor and explosive weapons.
· Grabbed SecUnit by head and shoulder with one hand; MB feels “shift in the metal that mean something sharp was about to come out of its hand.”
Amena
· Shorter than MB (“stares up” at it)
· Smaller than Iris [see part 2 for Iris] and Ratthi
· Has to tie hair up in order to put on EVAC suit
· Just under Preservation’s legal adult age
· Oldest of the family’s 7 children
Thiago
· Mensah’s brother-in-law, married to Mensah’s brother; Amena’s uncle
· Brown skin
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Spacewalk
Kris goes on a spacewalk... it doesn’t go well. Adopting a CSU has never been more cute. Also on AO3.
Beta-read by Ash0.
As the Serenity approached the location of the distress signal, I donned a heavy-duty spacesuit and stepped into the airlock. It cycled around me with a whoosh of escaping air before the external door slid open.
Unfathomable darkness engulfed me, kept at bay by the jarringly bright lights of my suit. I had done a few spacewalks before, and Cass had requested that I be certified in the basics, but nothing compared to working the suit’s slim controls while adrenaline pumped through my veins. Without gravity, my sense of direction fluctuated wildly.
I’m forwarding location data to your suit, Cass informed me through the ship-wide feed.
A bright green dot appeared in my vision, and I slowly made my way to it. I was tethered to the Serenity in case this mission went bad, and it was my only anchor to safety. The suit had automated procedures should anything happen, but I trusted them about as much as I trusted the captain’s pet bot.
Pieces of twisted metal and broken plastic floated leisurely past me. A larger chunk of ship — perhaps some part of a hallway with the hull torn off — lingered ahead of me. The lights were off and mine merely cast it in stark shadows.
There’s nothing out here, I sent.
Thirteen degrees to your left and slightly up from your current position, said a different, neutral voice.
Fucking hell. Cass had the SecUnit on guidance duty, and its clipped, no-nonsense voice grated. Thankfully, it didn’t offer any further advice and didn’t nag when I didn’t instantly comply. Perhaps it had better manners than some hauler operators I’d had the pleasure of working with. Readjusting my position, I approached the requested location.
Still nothing. I forwarded the view from my cameras to Serenity.
Single EVAC suit on your left. Three hundred meters. At least the SecUnit was competent. I couldn’t begrudge it that.
I dialed in the location and eased my way toward it. The bot had been right; it was a mostly functional and still intact evacuation device. Calling it a suit was a misnomer in this case, but it was broadcasting vital signs for a live but unconscious human.
As soon as I got within its limited scanning range, the thing came to life. Lights flickered on all around it, and a mechanical arm extended from its torso to grab the front of my suit. Garbled noise filtered in through my comms, none of it much more than static.
Shit. I pinged the Serenity. Bot controlled diversion.
At the same time, the SecUnit’s voice appeared in my comms, clear and concise. Do not move. Do not engage. Rescue on the way.
Cass! What the fuck! I couldn’t hold my frustration as adrenaline and fear warred for control. Anger followed a moment later. Don’t send that thing on a spacewalk. It will fry your augments.
I got this, the captain answered calmly. Two more bots incoming. Kris, hold position. We have you covered.
Less than thirty seconds later — while the bot had scanned me and threw out more garbled data — another spacesuit appeared on my radar screen. I have never seen anyone move in space the way CombatUnit did.
It held a large projectile weapon in one hand and a hook in the other. After connecting its hook to my tether, it fired directly into the bot that was pretending to be an EVAC suit. The large machine exploded into dozens of metal shards and slag. The resulting force barreled us both backwards, precisely toward Serenity. No human could have calculated that.
Two more bots approached from somewhere deeper within the mangled hulk of the ship, at which point the SecUnit eased around me and fired at them, again clearly calculating angles to push us backward at the most optimal trajectory. I gripped the tether with one hand and the Unit’s suit hook with the other.
One bot fired its enormous gun directly at me, and the SecUnit placed itself in the way of the incoming projectile. The bullet penetrated its suit and burrowed into flesh and metal. Droplets of blood escaped the wound into the vacuum.
Fuck.
I have you, I told the SecUnit, grasping its arm tighter.
The construct didn't acknowledge me. Twelve meters to your left, EVAC suit. No bots detected.
I let go of the SecUnit momentarily and reached for the suit. SecUnit subtly adjusted its grip to give me enough reach to grab the suit and then gently eased the unwieldy body out of my arms.
I requested the SecUnit’s vital signs and pinned them to my heads-up display. If the asshole was going to save my life, I would make sure it got back to the ship in one piece.
Once it had a hold on the suit, Cass reeled both of us back into the airlock.
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Excerpt from this story from NPR:
The bulldozers, excavators, concrete trucks and water haulers are parked. The construction crews are gone. And hundreds of 30-foot-tall steel panels are stacked up and down the U.S.-Mexico border.
As promised, President Biden has halted construction of the massive wall — former President Donald Trump's signature project. The new administration has called for a two-month suspension while border security officials sort out what to do next.
While wall opponents in the borderlands are celebrating, they also say the fight may be moving into a new phase.
Activists say environmentally sensitive areas that have been bulldozed and wildlife corridors that have been closed off must be restored. Some oppose other kinds of security measures the Biden administration may impose, such as a patrol road and surveillance cameras, that they say would "militarize" the border.
The Biden administration has not revealed the fate of the border wall — one of the biggest federal construction projects in U.S. history. During the 60-day pause, White House officials say they plan to study how to "redirect funding and repurpose contracts."
Contractors were able to put up 453 miles of wall over the past four years. Nearly 300 more miles of wall have been contracted but remain unfinished.The government reportedly could save about $2.6 billion if construction doesn't resume. But terminating contracts early also means paying tens of millions in cancellation fees.
Gary Nabhan, a longtime ecologist and writer in Southern Arizona, says in just one protected wilderness, Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, the wall blocked 52 wildlife corridors where animals are known to cross in search of food and water.
For activists like Nabhan, their energies now turn to restoration.
They're calling on the administration "to take down the wall in the critical corridors for wildlife that are usually watered places rivers and oases," Nabhan said. "It's going to take a herculean effort to undo the damage."
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Hi everyone. It has been a while since I posted fan fiction, but I still have lots of ideas. No major drama or long story lines; just snippets from Cruz’s early career in the Piston Cup series. This fic was inspired by my cats who aren’t shy about letting me know when breakfast should be served.
Alarm Clock
Cruz sped past Jackson Storm in a classic slingshot move.
“Slowing down, Storm?” she yelled as she passed Number 20.
She saw the race official holding the checkered flag a hundred meters ahead.
Tap.
Number 51 ignored it. She couldn’t lose her focus so close to the finish line.
Tap. Tap.
“No!! Not now!” she said through gritted teeth.
TAP!!
Cruz jerked awake, opening her eyes. In the dim light of the bedroom, she could just make out the shape of a quadcopter racing drone perched on her hood.
The blue and yellow racer sighed. “You could have waited until I took the checkered flag.”
The nine-inch long drone, her task completed, started her propellers and began flying circles above Cruz’s roof. At that moment, the cell phone alarm sounded.
5:50 am.
Cruz grunted. “Hamilton, reset alarm for 5:50 am tomorrow.”
“Alarm is reset,” Hamilton replied.
Cruz looked up at the drone buzzing above her. “Why do I even need a wake-up alarm? You have been beating Hamilton everyday for a week.”
She rolled out of her bed, stretching her joints on the way. It felt great. She drove over to the source of morning light: the room’s floor-to ceiling window. A beautiful view awaited her: pre-dawn at Fireball Beach. She smiled. She never thought that she would sleep in the Resident Racer’s Suite of the Rusteze Racing Center.
A pet project of Sterling meant to recruit elite racers to Rusteze, the suite was beyond posh. Memory foam beds, voice-activated appliances, TVs with 5K screens, room service, etc., but Cruz’s favorite was the view of Fireball Beach, the place where Lightning McQueen first taught her how to race, though neither of them realized it at the time. The suite was a nice change from her trailer. Yes, Tex Dinoco provided a very comfortable home on wheels, but it did become a bit confining after weeks on the road.
Since it was located between their last track, Georgia, and their next track, Pennsylvania. Lightning wanted to spend a couple of nights at the center in order to restock the haulers. He also decided that Dinoco’s car chief should give Cruz a check-up at a first class racing facility.
A blue form blurred past her eyes, breaking Cruz out of her reverie.
“Okay, okay, Calypso” she said to the agitated drone. “Fully charged and ready to fly.”
Smiling, Cruz turned away from the picture window. The Dinoco racer called the racing drone to settle on her roof. “Gotta save your batteries for the morning workout.”
Calypso compiled and both owner and drone left the suite’s bedroom.
McQueen had been skeptical of her acquiring a pet, especially something as hyperactive as a racing drone. He feared a pet would be too much of a distraction for a Piston Cup rookie. Cruz pointed out that a racing drone would be the perfect pet for her. The two of them could train together since Cruz would enter Calypso into drone races during the Piston Cup off-season. Her mentor changed his mind when he learned that drones carried digital cameras. Calypso transformed from pet to training assistant. So Cruz got her drone, a top-of-the-line, competition-eligible racer.
Cruz drove through the suite’s living room and entered the private elevator, yet another perk of the position. Once they reached the ground floor, Cruz passed by the kitchens to reach the double doors leading to the “backyard”, a massive open space behind the building. At the insistence of both Strip Weathers and Lightning McQueen, Tex Dinoco installed two oval tracks, one dirt, one asphalt. The two Piston Cup champions felt the trainees needed to get their tires dirty sometimes.
The double doors slid open, letting the cool summer morning air flow over Cruz’s body. Calypso broke training and leapt from the racer's roof heading for the tracks.
“Hey! Wait for me!” Cruz laughed as she followed close behind.
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WIP Wednesday
I’m changing things up this week! This is the first section of a WIP I’ve had waiting in the wings for a while now. It’s a Stackson space!AU.
I need to do a lot more writing/plotting/planning before I start posting it, and it probably won’t start going up until I’m done with Of All The Ghosts.
The computer woke him with soft, melodic chimes as the lights in his cell slowly brightened. “Good morning, Stiles,” the computer said, an ever-cheerful female voice meant to be soothing to his ill temper. “It’s time to get ready for your day. Would you like to see your schedule now?”
The first morning, it had tried a terrifying, noisy alarm bell, and Stiles had woken in a panic that had only tripled when he realized where he was. In the end, they’d had to sedate him, and he’d been useless for the rest of the day. So now he got the calm and pleasant approach. Why that wasn’t the default was beyond him.
“Let me wake up a little first,” Stiles grumbled at her. Her, they were supposed to call it. STACI. Starfleet Transport Artificial Communication Interface. Like it wasn’t a carbon copy of every other goddamn AI interface in every other goddamn transport company in the galaxy.
STACI let him be until he was half-dressed, blearily brushing his teeth over the undersized sink on the back of his toilet. As she spoke this time, the wall panel next to his bunk lit up with his daily schedule. “You’re expected in the mess hall in nine minutes. After breakfast, all trainees will be given their first assignments. It’s a very exciting day.”
Stiles spat his toothpaste. “Do I not look excited?” he deadpanned at her.
“No.”
He rolled his eyes and pulled up the top part of his jumpsuit, zipping it up to his collarbone. It was a truly hideous garb, brown canvas with black stitching and STARFLEET TRANSPORT emblazoned across the back. Around each bicep was a black band that read TRAINEE.
As he laced his boots, STACI rambled on at him, flashing information on whatever screen he was more likely to accidentally look at in his current position. “After assignments, trainees will go to individual study rooms to learn about their assignments. Over the next week, you will become an expert on your customers to ensure they have the best Starfleet experience possible. After lunch, you will have one and a half hours of ship maintenance class followed by two hours of customer service seminar.”
Customer service. Stiles rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder he didn’t strain something. He stood and headed for the door of his cell. Even runny oatmeal was better than listening to this shit.
The door to his cell didn’t open. “Stiles, I think you’re forgetting something!”
Stiles turned around, scowling. The computer was waiting for him to figure it out on his own, but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.
On the screen next to his toilet-sink, a picture of a comb appeared. “It’s always important to look your best when you’re representing the Starfleet family!”
Heaving a sigh, he stalked back over to his tray of toiletry supplies. “Family my ass. I’m a fucking slave,” he grumbled under his breath. STACI must have heard him, though, because a little zap of electricity stung at the tender inside of his wrist. Stiles gasped and dropped his comb back into the tray, looking up at the nearest camera in the corner of his cell. He glowered.
“Hurry, Stiles! You’re expected in the mess hall in two minutes.”
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Stiles had skated a fine line during his sentencing training so far. Belligerent enough to be labeled problematic, reduced price, possibly in need of further training, but not quite bad enough to be re-sentenced to a mining asteroid. Not that the colonies would want his scrawny ass anyway.
Aside from the omnipresent STACI, there were guards, trainers, analysts – all of them stiff-backed Starfleet employees that looked down their noses at Stiles and the rest of the compulsory workers, compos. Their jobs were specialized, dignified, possibly even well-paid. Stiles and the rest of them, though? The poor shmucks that actually had to get on the transport ships and kiss customer ass for the duration of a space voyage? They weren’t getting paid, unless you counted the time. Stiles had two years on his sentence, two years that didn’t even start until he was trained well enough to work off his debt to society.
“Worried about your assignment?” Isaac asked over breakfast. Stiles could tell that he hated being here as much as the rest of them, but Isaac had a gift for seeming downright respectful in his disdain. Subservient, a more critical side of Stiles called it. Smart, if he was really being honest.
“Maybe,” Stiles relented. “Why, are you? Because you shouldn’t be. You’re such a fuckin’ sweetheart, they’ll stick you on one of those private luxury cruisers, serving champagne to rich sorority girls on spring break.”
Isaac ducked his head to cover up a grin, always careful not to react to visibly. “I dunno. I’ve been lousy in ship systems class, so I think I’ll get stuck on a big ship, you know? I wouldn’t want it to be down to me if something went wrong.”
Stiles tapped his spoon against the rim of his bowl idly. “Nothing wrong with a big ship. Plenty of other compos to keep you company.”
“Yeah, I guess. What about you? You’re pretty good with the ship systems.”
With a snort, Stiles scraped the last of his oatmeal out of the bowl. “Yeah, but I’ve got ‘behavioral issues’ written all over my profile. They’ll probably shove me in some electrical closet in the bottom of a freight ship. Get gang-banged by freight haulers for ten months heading out for a moon on the edge of the system.”
Isaac cringed. “They wouldn’t let you get hurt on a ship, would they?”
Stiles lifted a dubious eyebrow at Isaac because, really, he was the sweetest, naivest little lamb to ever get caught sneaking controlled substances onto an interplanetary shuttle. Stiles suspected he’d been holding it for someone else and refused to give them up, but he didn’t have much to back that up beyond Isaac’s pure, beautiful soul and how shitty the rest of the world was. “Isaac, I dunno how to tell you this, but I really don’t think these people give two shits what happens to us as long as we can keep working.”
The fact that his control bracelet didn’t shock him for the statement made Stiles think that, not only was that probably true, but Starfleet probably wanted them all to know it.
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#stiles stilinski#isaac lahey#teen wolf#teen wolf au#work in progress#teen wolf fanfiction#space au#wip wednesday
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I seem to find friends just about everywhere I go, and today was no exception. I was picking up a 1950 Dodge Power Wagon in Driggs, Idaho and wouldn’t you know that I was only a few miles from Paul & Peggy Rowbury’s house. Peggy keeps the home fires burning while Paul sets the highways on fire with his big baby blue Pete.
The Power Wagon has just been outfitted with a modern drive train with a hemi engine. That and the fact that the woody Wagon is extremely rare is about all I know about the classic hauler.
I don’t buy ‘em, I don’t sell ‘em, I don’t build ‘em, I don’t judge ‘em.... I just haul ‘em. If you’re outraged that a very rare classic was altered, here’s a quarter... call someone who cares.
I also thought I’d include a few shit-shots-shot-out-the-windshield. It ain’t art... it’s just me holding my iPhone up to the window and pushing the button.
If you’re uncomfortable holding a camera up to the window and snapping a few pics, that’s fine. But spare me the lectures ‘cause I ain’t in the mood. 👍
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Now Entering: Breezy, West Virginia
CHAPTER ONE
"5 coffees please, the others will be here soon"
"Any creamer hun?"
She sighed knowingly, "yes, lots please. Thank you."
The pudgy waitress walked off with her notepad, never once looking up, or if she did, wasnt phased by what she saw.
She returned in no time with the coffees and the girl at the table muttered a thank you before turning to the jar of sugar at the table. Although she did lift the sugar with her hand, her spoon levitated as she flicked her wrist, stirring the sweet little rocks into the bitter dark void of her Waffle House mug.
Wait.
An eerie feeling crept up her spine. Who was watching her?
For the most part, she was alone, although the two men in the corner booth, obviously blitzed out of their skulls, gave her little reassurance.
"RAHH!"
Two arms wrapped around her middle suddenly from the booth behind her, causing her to yelp and send the spoon rocketing into the soft ceiling tiles, embedding itself with a soft 'thunk'.
A fit of laughter erupted from the booth out of her field of view, but given the wheezes, she could Identify that laugh nearly anywhere.
Still rigid from the startle, she turned around and glared at the figure writhing with laughter in the booth. "Bunny what the Devil is wrong with you!?"
Bunny wiped a tear from her eye, "HAHA gotcha K! Man, for a malevolent being you sure are easy to scare."
Bunny swung around into the booth beside K, placed a kiss on her cheek (a platonic ritual between the two that has been present for years) and picked up a laminated menu.
"The others going to be here soon?" Bunny asked, eyes scanning over the options of different waffles available.
"Yeah, Cyphus and Rose and Nola are all coming together tonight." K panned, taking a long draw of her coffee.
The waffle house was at the very edge of the small town, next to the truck stop where vacationers and haulers would stop for lunch and gas and be on their way. There wasn't much else in this area of town, no traffic lights, no other buildings, just the one main road that went in and out of Breezy, West Virginia in the span of about 10 minutes. Being close to 2am, however, the town and all its edges were virtually abandoned.
The cowbell above the door thunked, signaling someone else was here, and judging by the Crowd entering from the black of night, it was exactly who the two girls were waiting for. Nola finished tying her red-violet hair into a braid as she entered the threshold, careful not to knock her antlers on the sides. "Ew who let you two in here?" She joked as she took a seat on the bench across from the girls, immediately grabbing 3 creamers. Rose and Cyphus followed, Cyphus slithered to the waiting area and grabbed a chair to place at the end of the table. Her half-snake, half-human body never sat well in booth benches anyway. Her mottled skin seemed to enhance in hue and vibrancy as the plain black coffee passed her lips and she cradled the cup between her hands. Rose poured one creamer into her coffee and threw it back like a shot of hard liquor. It was often a hard gamble if Rose didnt have copious amounts of caffeine coursing through her veins at any time of the day. "You know Magic cant protect you from cardiac arrest." Bunny mumbled into her barely touched coffee. She raised her eyebrows, and motioned her half empty cup in Bunny's direction, "We'll see when we get to that point." She spoke with her characteristically neutral but sarcastic tone. The pudgy waitress came back, glanced up at the table consisting of 2 witches, a demon, a monster, and an urban legend, and sighed as she looked back at her notepad. Her fading red lipstick moved as she droned, "Yall ready to order?" As she tacked on her well meaning customer service smile.
The collection straight from a ghost hunting blog ordered their food, got refills on coffee, and began to wait. Bunny pulled off her dark red beanie- her favorite, as it fit her head and was made by a friend- and her large rabbit-like ears flopped out and instantly twitched, shook, and perked up. "Guys! You'll never believe what I found at the thrift store!" She shuffled in her small backpack under the table and pulled out a clunky, black box with a massive lense.
K's eyes widened as she grabbed the box, "Holy shit is that an old Polaroid? Does it still work?"
"Yeah it does! I took a couple practice pictures with some film I bought for it! It works great! I wonder why someone would donate this?" Bunny mused while pointing the camera at her friends and looking at them through the viewfinder.
The waitress came back with the plates of their food, Dark Lunch as the group called it, (past a midnight snack, but before breakfast), and glanced up at the camera before placing Nola's peanut butter waffle down in front of her.
"Polaroid, huh? Havent seen one of those in a long time. It still work?"
Bunny smiled and nodded as her ears flopped along with her head.
"I can take y'alls picture if ya want." She offered, taking the camera as it was handed to her. The mishmashed family grouped together over the table and smiled, some making silly smiles and the others looking more stoic and calm. Right as the camera clicked and flashed, the door-bell thanked, and all 12 eyes flashed to the two police officers in the doorway.
"Evening Brady, Finchworth."
"Evening Diane." The taller officer spoke, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his cropped, though curly red hair. The two officers took the seats at the bar, the shorter officer staying quiet and opting to smile and wave at the monster mash, rather than speak up like officer Brady. "Good evening ladies," Brady said with his comforting smile, "how darks the coffee tonight, Cyphus?"
Cyphus chuckled at the very accurate comment and mused, "almost as dark as the bags under your eyes, Brady!" He smirked and took a sip of the water the waitress brought him without asking. The entire town of Breezy knew Officer Brady was the glue holding the towns laws, domestic issues, and even acting as a court official. He works countless hours, works near constant overtime, and rarely has a day off.
The photo was finally printing out of the Polaroid. Bunny took it and shook it as she turned to her snake friend. "Oh leave him alone Cyph. Hes the hardest working soul in this town! Without him and the others Breezy would turn into Lord of the Flies in a matter of days." She exaggerated sarcastically, but as she did, it was always with a grain of truth. "Hey, Brady! You guys made it into our photo!" She teased as she held it up and turned around in her booth to face the policemen.
"Oh honey we're sorry, I could take another one for you? Hey is that a Polaroid?" He and officer Finchworth looked curiously at the little square photo.
"No, no! It's okay! You guys are here nearly as much as us, you belong in the picture too. It's good!" Bunny giggled and smiled at the officers and the photo before passing it around the table then placing it in her bag.
Around 10 minutes passed, filled with banter, chatter of the day, and consuming the unhealthy amount of cheese and hashbrowns they ordered collectively.
Seeing as everything was attended to, Diane, the waitress, leaned over the counter to speak to the men.
"Hows that case been going for you boys? Any new leads?"
"Not a one." Finchworth shook his head and placed his somewhat round chin in his hand. "Just another call about holes in the ground."
Rose looked up from her eggs and froze, listening.
"Another one?" Diane huffed, clearly empathizing with Finchworth's frustration.
Officer Brady piped in, "yeah! The Eugene's farm this time. Big, deep gashes in the crop fields that hurt the plants and the livestock. Everything is fine except the topsoil and earth is all charred and burnt. Sometimes the animals fall in and get hurt or they get burnt too. But theres no evidence of anybody. No kids with lighters or shovels, not a trace of anything."
The air grew tense as Officer Brady's eyes flitted over to lock with Rose's now wide ones.
"What?" Brady challenged, with fear edging his voice.
"That's been happening to other people too?" Rose swallowed heavily. "Its been happening on the edges of my property in the woods. My cats are afraid to go outside and my birds wont nest in the trees because they're afraid more will fall."
Officer Brady dug in his pocket for his notepad and pen.
"Rose, hun," he stood up and motioned to the door, eyes a little too wide for comfort, "step outside with me please."
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Now Entering: Breezy, West Virginia
CHAPTER ONE
“5 coffees please, the others will be here soon”
“Any creamer hun?”
She sighed knowingly, “yes, lots please. Thank you.”
The pudgy waitress walked off with her notepad, never once looking up, or if she did, wasnt phased by what she saw.
She returned in no time with the coffees and the girl at the table muttered a thank you before turning to the jar of sugar at the table. Although she did lift the sugar with her hand, her spoon levitated as she flicked her wrist, stirring the sweet little rocks into the bitter dark void of her Waffle House mug.
Wait.
An eerie feeling crept up her spine. Who was watching her?
For the most part, she was alone, although the two men in the corner booth, obviously blitzed out of their skulls, gave her little reassurance.
“RAHH!”
Two arms wrapped around her middle suddenly from the booth behind her, causing her to yelp and send the spoon rocketing into the soft ceiling tiles, embedding itself with a soft ‘thunk’.
A fit of laughter erupted from the booth out of her field of view, but given the wheezes, she could Identify that laugh nearly anywhere.
Still rigid from the startle, she turned around and glared at the figure writhing with laughter in the booth. “Bunny what the Devil is wrong with you!?”
Bunny wiped a tear from her eye, “HAHA gotcha K! Man, for a malevolent being you sure are easy to scare.”
Bunny swung around into the booth beside K, placed a kiss on her cheek (a platonic ritual between the two that has been present for years) and picked up a laminated menu.
“The others going to be here soon?” Bunny asked, eyes scanning over the options of different waffles available.
“Yeah, Cyphus and Rose and Nola are all coming together tonight.” K panned, taking a long draw of her coffee.
The waffle house was at the very edge of the small town, next to the truck stop where vacationers and haulers would stop for lunch and gas and be on their way. There wasn’t much else in this area of town, no traffic lights, no other buildings, just the one main road that went in and out of Breezy, West Virginia in the span of about 10 minutes. Being close to 2am, however, the town and all its edges were virtually abandoned.
The cowbell above the door thunked, signaling someone else was here, and judging by the Crowd entering from the black of night, it was exactly who the two girls were waiting for. Nola finished tying her red-violet hair into a braid as she entered the threshold, careful not to knock her antlers on the sides. “Ew who let you two in here?” She joked as she took a seat on the bench across from the girls, immediately grabbing 3 creamers. Rose and Cyphus followed, Cyphus slithered to the waiting area and grabbed a chair to place at the end of the table. Her half-snake, half-human body never sat well in booth benches anyway. Her mottled skin seemed to enhance in hue and vibrancy as the plain black coffee passed her lips and she cradled the cup between her hands. Rose poured one creamer into her coffee and threw it back like a shot of hard liquor. It was often a hard gamble if Rose didnt have copious amounts of caffeine coursing through her veins at any time of the day. “You know Magic cant protect you from cardiac arrest.” Bunny mumbled into her barely touched coffee. She raised her eyebrows, and motioned her half empty cup in Bunny’s direction, “We’ll see when we get to that point.” She spoke with her characteristically neutral but sarcastic tone. The pudgy waitress came back, glanced up at the table consisting of 2 witches, a demon, a monster, and an urban legend, and sighed as she looked back at her notepad. Her fading red lipstick moved as she droned, “Yall ready to order?” As she tacked on her well meaning customer service smile.
The collection straight from a ghost hunting blog ordered their food, got refills on coffee, and began to wait. Bunny pulled off her dark red beanie- her favorite, as it fit her head and was made by a friend- and her large rabbit-like ears flopped out and instantly twitched, shook, and perked up. “Guys! You’ll never believe what I found at the thrift store!” She pulled her small backpack out from under the table, unzipping it, and rifling through the contents of the seemingly bottomless bag. Carelessly, she pulled out a rubber ducky, a lighter, a hairbrush, a large kitchen knife- K happened to glance over the second the knife hit the table, eyes widening and her face stuttering in shock before teleporting the knife to who knows where before Bunny or the staff could notice. After a large collection of miscellaneous objects have been dumped on the table, Bunny lets out a small “aha!” and pulls out a clunky, black box with a massive lens.
K’s eyes widened as she grabbed the box, “Holy shit is that an old Polaroid? Does it still work?”
“Yeah it does! I took a couple practice pictures with some film I bought for it! It works great! I wonder why someone would donate this?” Bunny mused while pointing the camera at her friends and looking at them through the viewfinder.
The waitress came back with the plates of their food, Dark Lunch as the group called it, (past a midnight snack, but before breakfast), and glanced up at the camera before placing Nola’s peanut butter waffle down in front of her.
“Polaroid, huh? Havent seen one of those in a long time. It still work?”
Bunny smiled and nodded as her ears flopped along with her head.
“I can take y'alls picture if ya want.” She offered, taking the camera as it was handed to her. The mishmashed family grouped together over the table and smiled, some making silly smiles and the others looking more stoic and calm. Right as the camera clicked and flashed, the door-bell thanked, and all 12 eyes flashed to the two police officers in the doorway.
“Evening Brady, Finchworth.”
“Evening Diane.” The taller officer spoke, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his cropped, though curly red hair. The two officers took the seats at the bar, the shorter officer staying quiet and opting to smile and wave at the monster mash, rather than speak up like officer Brady. “Good evening ladies,” Brady said with his comforting smile, “how darks the coffee tonight, Cyphus?”
Cyphus chuckled at the very accurate comment and mused, “almost as dark as the bags under your eyes, Brady!” He smirked and took a sip of the water the waitress brought him without asking. The entire town of Breezy knew Officer Brady was the glue holding the towns laws, domestic issues, and even acting as a court official. He works countless hours, works near constant overtime, and rarely has a day off.
The photo was finally printing out of the Polaroid. Bunny took it and shook it as she turned to her snake friend. “Oh leave him alone Cyph. Hes the hardest working soul in this town! Without him and the others Breezy would turn into Lord of the Flies in a matter of days.” She exaggerated sarcastically, but as she did, it was always with a grain of truth. “Hey, Brady! You guys made it into our photo!” She teased as she held it up and turned around in her booth to face the policemen.
“Oh honey we’re sorry, I could take another one for you? Hey is that a Polaroid?” He and officer Finchworth looked curiously at the little square photo.
“No, no! It’s okay! You guys are here nearly as much as us, you belong in the picture too. It’s good!” Bunny giggled and smiled at the officers and the photo before passing it around the table then placing it in her bag.
Around 10 minutes passed, filled with banter, chatter of the day, and consuming the unhealthy amount of cheese and hashbrowns they ordered collectively.
Seeing as everything was attended to, Diane, the waitress, leaned over the counter to speak to the men.
“Hows that case been going for you boys? Any new leads?”
“Not a one.” Finchworth shook his head and placed his somewhat round chin in his hand. “Just another call about holes in the ground.”
Rose looked up from her eggs and froze, listening.
“Another one?” Diane huffed, clearly empathizing with Finchworth’s frustration.
Officer Brady piped in, “yeah! The Eugene’s farm this time. Big, deep gashes in the crop fields that hurt the plants and the livestock. Everything is fine except the topsoil and earth is all charred and burnt. Sometimes the animals fall in and get hurt or they get burnt too. But theres no evidence of anybody. No kids with lighters or shovels, not a trace of anything.”
The air grew tense as Officer Brady’s eyes flitted over to lock with Rose’s now wide ones.
“What?” Brady challenged, with fear edging his voice.
“That’s been happening to other people too?” Rose swallowed heavily. “Its been happening on the edges of my property in the woods. My cats are afraid to go outside and my birds wont nest in the trees because they’re afraid more will fall.”
Officer Brady dug in his pocket for his notepad and pen.
“Rose, hun,” he stood up and motioned to the door, eyes a little too wide for comfort, “step outside with me please.”
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