#i loooove them :headlove:

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hii if u are looking for some more writing prompts.... perhaps some dc zoomers (or dealers choice of blaseball oc teams) with eudaimonia?

I HAD THIS ONE WRITTEN FOR DAYS AND FORGOT TO POST IT. i love them sooo much ty for the prompt

the d.c. zoomers are (one of) my blaseball fanteam(s)!! theyre a youth activism group based in dc. also they roller skate

eudaimonia: the deepest kind of fulfillment; a flourishing work and love life, despite day-to-day frustration

"Alright!" says some guy Ilane Frederick does not recognize.

"That's Nicolae," Erin Snyder, Ilane's sort-of-maybe-girlfriendish-type-person, whispers to her. "Ae's--well, just watch."

Nicolae has fluffy green hair that floats around aer like a cloud and a rather nervous expression. Over the din, ae's barely audible, but Ilane's sitting pretty near to aer, so she makes it out. "All right, guys, if you could--guys. GUYS." Ae sighs, and does a quick 'clap, clap, clap-clap-clap' pattern. With surprising coherency, everyone in the room repeats it, and then falls more or less silent.

"Impressive," Ilane whispers to Erin, sitting next to her. Erin grins.

"Okay!" Nicolae says, taking a seat. "So! Um! Anyone have...any orders of business they wanna bring up? Cause...I got nothing."

"The Protest For Ethical Usage of the IRM is well underway," Jessica Miran (according to their nametag) says, half-raising a hand. "We've got a space cleared for use, a time settled upon--"

"Do you have a rain date?" a curly-haired kid who looks kind of like a Victorian orphan asks.

Jessica rolls their eyes. "Obviously we have a rain date, Jeb."

"Sorry," Jeb mumbles. Jessica winces slightly and reaches over to pat him on the arm.

"Jeb--Jebediah--is, uh, a little sensitive," Erin whispers to Ilane by way of explanation. "And Jessica's kinda snippy, but it's nice."

"It's hard to look at," Ilane grumbles.

"Long story," Erin says. "Tell you later."

"Anything else?" Nicolae says. "Raúl? Lucy?"

"Me?" says a very small girl (seriously, is she like, 12?), sitting up alertly in her seat.

Someone else, slumped nearly to the ground in funs chair, laughs. Fun has hair in at least 16 different colors and a fun/funs pronoun pin, and is idly spinning a small pinwheel (???). "I've got an order of business for ya, Nic--how to tell the difference between me and Lucy-Rose."

"Well," says the kid who Ilane assumes is Lucy-Rose, "um, you've got that cool hair, and mine is..." She twirls a red curl around a finger. "Not so cool, and...you're taller?"

"Thanks for the compliment," Lucy says, shooting Lucy-Rose a pair of finger guns, "but your hair's cool too, and I was talkin' more about how to tell who someone's talking to when they say 'Lucy'."

"Would not a Lucy-Rose by any other name smell just as sweet?" says someone else ("Lancelot Vine," Erin informs), holding a hand aloft. Lucy-Rose giggles.

"It's not like we get confused over whether someone means me or Jessica Telephone when they say 'Jessica'," Jessica Miran says.

"That's cause you're not Jessica Telephone," somebody else, with an incredibly impressive robotic arm, points out.

"I know."

"Do you want to be?" Lucy-Rose says. Several people laugh. Someone goes "oooh". The meeting dissolves into clamor before Ilane can blink.

A kid with a long blond braid sitting on Ilane's other side flings their hands in the air and turns to her and Erin. "Aaaand we lost them."

"Hey, we had like...5 minutes of actual meeting time," Nicolae points out. "That's something!"

"New record," Braid Kid says. They don't exactly sound annoyed about it, though, and they're smiling in a way that looks genuine.

"Are you, uh..." Ilane gestures at the circle before her. "Is this what most meetings are like?"

"Preeeetty much," Braid Kid says. "You new?"

"She's my girlfriend," Erin says proudly. Ilane makes a strangled noise and tries to hide her face in her hands.

"Whaaaat?! Congrats, Erin!" Braid Kid says. "And congrats, Erin's girlfriend!"

Ilane gives a weak thumbs up.

"She's Ilane," Erin says. "Ilane, this is Jenny."

"Hi," Ilane mumbles.

"Hey," Jenny says. "So, uh, you planning on sticking around? The group, I mean?"

"We do actually get stuff done," Nicolae says. "I swear. And, um..."

"You got this, Nicolae!" Jenny whispers unhelpfully. "Nail the pitch!"

"It's just really...satisfying. To do this kind of thing. To actually work towards something. To work with people instead of just against the world."

"Huh," Ilane says. She settles back in her chair (still avoiding eye contact with Jenny) and looks at the crowd in front of her.

D. C. Zoomers, reads the clearly handmade banner at the back wall. Zoom Fast, Stay Young!

"Huh," she repeats. It'd be nice to have somewhere to belong.

#ocs: zoomers #i loooove them :headlove: #sonder scribbles #last of the prompts!! for now eyes emoji #blaseball #fan: gnym!! #blaseball fanteam