#medea busted bag

[tomboyjessie13]

This is sort of a spiritual sequel to this: "Now, let the Fun Begin!" — Hotel - Edfu, Egypt Afternoon (tumblr.com)

Actually, I was going to write this yesterday to cope with my physical pain, only to accidentally write something serious instead lol

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Hotel - Edfu, Egypt Sunset

Thanks to Iggy's coincidental intervention, [Anubis] and the now busted sword has been condemned to spend the rest of eternity at the bottom of the river Nile to rust, never to harm anyone or possess anyone ever again. Everyone is taking a breather at the hotel they're staying at, recovering from the attack they just went through. Meanwhile Iggy is just staring at the setting sun, for what reason, nobody knows.

Iggy: *Staring at the sun, focusing and crossing his eyes* OvO Mmmmm...

Polnareff: *Crouching down next to him, he smacks him on the back of the head* Stupid mutt. What are you staring at? There's nothing to eat over there, flea bag. >:-)

Iggy: *Glares at the Frenchman* <_<* *He jumps onto his face just to grab on and fart on it, letting out a mischievous grin on his face* >:-3

Polnareff: *Disgusted* WHY YOU STINKING LITTLE- GAAAAH! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN EATING!? DX

Joseph: *Sitting at the table with Avdol and Jotaro, watching Polnareff and Iggy* Come on, Polnareff.

Avdol: *Tending to Jotaro's injuries* To think, all of that happened without us.

Joseph: You fought the [Anubis] Stand huh? That must've been rough, Jotaro.

Jotaro: Yeah, it was. *Looks at Polnareff, who is currently being smothered by Iggy* That's the last time I go anywhere with him.

Avdol and Joseph: *Nods in agreement* Hmm...

Polnareff: *Getting smothered* STOP IT ALREADY, YOU STUPID MUTT! GET THE HELL OFF MY FAAAAAACE! DX

Medea: *Opens the hotel window, grumpy and wearing the breathing mask* Hey you gobshites! Quit your bitching, I'm trying to take a nap in here!

Iggy: *Sticks his tongue at her* Meh! *Continues to smother Polnareff*

Polnareff: AAAAHHHH!!!

Medea: Uuugh! *Jumps out the window, walks to Iggy, and pulls him off with [Flogging Molly]* Ngh!

Iggy: *Pouts* Mmmm >3>

Polnareff: *Panting* Merci beaucoup.

Medea: *Blank* Don't mention it. *Puts Iggy inside the hotel window*

Jotaro: You knew about [Anubis], didn't you?

Medea: *Shifted uncomfortably* ......I may have sensed his presence when he was active.

Joseph: DIO stole [Anubis] from a museum, and she got possessed months ago.

Medea: JOSEPH!

Joseph: What? That's what you told us!

Medea: Well, you didn't have to tell him that!

Joseph: *Smiling but irritated* Well technically he is my grandson who just got carved like a Christmas ham by the little bastard, so he had every right to know. ^_^*

Medea: *Sighs irritability* Whatever, I'm going back to sleep.

Joseph: *Uses [Hermit Purple] on her ankle* Oh no you don't, you're not screwing up you're sleep schedule on us.

Medea: *Kicks it off of her* Ah! You can't tell me what to do, you're not my dad!

Polnareff: *Sheepish* Uh oh. O_O'''

Joseph: No, but I sure as hell wish I was, that way I can ground your ass for how you've been acting lately.

Jotaro: Please do. >_>

Medea: Tch, screw you all! *Crawls back through the hotel window*

Avdol: Medea, keep your door open.

Medea: Yeah, yeah.... *Sees her backpack was on the ground again* What the-...? *Sees that her bag is moving, realizing Iggy is going through it again, causing her to panic.* AHH! NOT AGAIN!

All the men: *Looked inside* Huh?

Polnareff: Goddammit Iggy, quit stealing her shit!

Medea: *Takes off her sneakers and throws them at Iggy* GET OUT OF THERE, YOU LITTLE PERVERT!

Jotaro: Well, it was her fault for letting him inside.​​​​​​​

Iggy: *Leaves the bag with another pair of panties on his head and a small purple "wallet" in his mouth, snickering* >:-3

Medea: YOU THIEF! *Chases him* I'LL KICK YOUR ASS! *Iggy jumps over her head and through the window, Medea followed him out* GIVE THOSE BACK!

Joseph: Whatever Iggy just stole, he sure doesn't wanna let it go.

Medea: *Tackles him to the ground* GAH! *Pulls on her "wallet"* Spit it out! SPIT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!

Iggy: *Pulling back* Grrrrr!

Medea: I SAID SPIT! IT! OUT! *Pulls it out, but Iggy's teeth tore the "wallet" open, causing a bunch of pink colored packets to fly out, one of them hit Polnareff in the face* OH NO! *Embarrassed, she quickly grabs them and shoves them in her baseball cap*

Avdol: *Covers his mouth in shock* OxO

Joseph: *Horrified, recognizing them* Oh my god. O_O

Polnareff: *Picks up the packet that hit him, his face immediately turns tomato red when he realizes what it is* O///O

Jotaro: *Takes it from Polnareff* What the hell?

Medea: *She sees Jotaro holding one and runs to him* DON'T TOUCH THOSE! *Swipes it out of his hand and shoves it in her cap*

Jotaro: What are those?

Medea: MIND YOUR BUSINESS, JOJO! *Runs back to the hotel, angrily yelling inside:* I'M GOING TO KILL THAT MUTT!

All the men: *Awkward silence*............

Jotaro: What was all that about?

Polnareff: ........Jotaro, be honest: do you have a sister like I have?

Jotaro: Hm?

Joseph: ....*Claps hands once* Boy, we're seriously going to have a LONG talk.

Jotaro: About?

Avdol: *Holding a biology book* Women.ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

Iggy: *Snickers again as he rolls on the ground* X3

END

[nyc-looks]

Eric, 33

“I'm wearing a Prada leather jacket, white t-shirt, vintage striped overalls, Lemeire shoes, and Medea Busted bag. My style is inspired by Matisse, Fassbinder, and Cecil Taylor.”

Oct 10, 2020 ∙ Industry City

[bucko-net]

Okay so I have been thinking nonstop about what they sell in the camp store (and I know they go into it in TOA but I haven’t read them) so I’ve made a list and now I’m subjecting you all to it

Pillow pets (ex: ladybug, panda, Pegasus, hellhound)

Mythomagic cards

Nymph-approved metal water bottles and straws (that keep your drink magically cool)

Sleeping bags, backpacks and duffel bags, toiletries

granola and organic snacks from Iris’s store ROLF

A button that says “Im on fire! This camper made it to the top of the rock wall without getting scorched!”

Mortal money to drachma exchange machine (conversion rate $12 per drachma, this service is for demigods and satyrs only, with the exception of Rachel)

Rainbow prisms for Iris messages (maybe they can transform into dog tags to put on their camp necklaces for convenience?)

Medeas spf 5000 sunscreen

Mist in a Can (can’t manipulate the mist? With this, just spray it into their eyes and tell them what you want them to see! No more arrests and expulsions at the hands of monsters! Only works on one person at a time while those who take the time to learn can trick crowds)

Camp t shirts and others such as “Got Hooves?” With a satyr on it, one from Hercules Busts Heads, Party Ponies South Florida Chapter, and one that says “I survived Apollo’s EDM debut concert and all I got was this lousy t shirt” also one that says “Calydonian Boar Hunt 1000 BCE” and another two with the years 1253 and 1969

A bumper sticker that says “my other car is a war chariot”

Ambrosia and Nectar

Winged Shoes (Now 50% off!)

I Can’t Believe it’s not Nectar! (Has almost half the restorative qualities of Nectar without the risk of burning up! Tastes like whatever is just barely palatable to the person drinking it. for example, to Percy it tastes like school cafeteria pizza, and to Annabeth it tastes like stale wonder bread from the time after she ran away but before she met up with Thalia and Luke)

Books (all in Ancient Greek) about various topics such as Greek mythology, architecture, famous fiction works, and textbooks for the year rounders. Books can also be special ordered, but will cost more

[frangipanidownunder]

Skin Trade: Chapter 4

A/N This is a casefile written for an anon who requested a fic about how Mulder and Scully would deal with being paired with other people for an undercover case.

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xfficchallenges for the Fic is Medicine prompt 1.

Rating: mature, some violence, medical gore.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3

Riversend Industrial Estate, St Marks: Thursday 5 April 8.30pm

She takes a long, noisy breath in and blows it out sharply through her nose. “They’re here? What? Why didn’t you at least let them stay in the clinic?” She thinks of the gurneys, the kitchenette, the warmth.

           “Quist was there.”

           His tone rankles. His impatient footsteps echo off the dirty walls. She’s painfully aware of hers scuttling after him.

Deep into the building, behind scratched and splintered doors, are two young women. They are huddled together under a sleeping bag. Dash taps his foot on the concrete floor, startling Scully and the girls. He’s holding a flashlight and arcs it directly into their faces. She kneels in front of them, pushes his arm down, lowering the beam.

He snorts, his tone loaded with derision. Peering closer, she realises they aren’t alarmed by the light in their eyes. They aren’t alarmed, because their eyes are covered with bandaged patches.

           They scramble up on the sound of her gasp and the taller of the two turns around and the other lifts the back of her top up. Her ribs protrude but that’s not the thing that causes the breath to leave Scully’s body. She pulls away the bandage, soaked with yellowy-pink fluid, to see two strips of pink flesh against the dark skin of the rest of the girl’s body. Raw, crusting over at the edges. She presses the adhesive tape back down and the girl sucks in her breath. The other one has the same wounds. She’s younger, cries with the pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We’ll get you something.” She turns to Dash and pushes him out of their hearing. Fury stings her veins.

“I can’t believe you left them here.”

“If I’d let them stay in the clinic, Quist would have collected them.”

“They need urgent medical attention.”

“I saw to them, Agent Scully.”

“They’re in danger of infection.”

He glares over her head, then down at her. “I am well aware of the potential side effects of this kind of wound.”

She lets out a slow breath. Looks away from his searing gaze. “How did they get to the clinic?”

           “They told me they walked, followed the sounds of the river. But Quist must have driven them. I shut the door in his face when he tried to follow them in. He told me he’d left something in the clinic. I told him to come back later then I saw him pacing in the parking lot.”

“He didn’t finish the job. He wants more time with them.” She looks back at the terrified girls. They can’t be more than 16 years old.

“They’re in good shape considering their injuries. They’re the evidence we’ve been waiting for. I’m taking them.”

           She bristles at his tone, the crude way he’s reduced them to objects. “What are their names?”

           There’s a second before he answers. Enough time for his expression to register shock, indignance at her question. “Does it matter? We have to act now. Quist will be working out how to get to them.”

           “Agent Dash, these are frightened young women who’ve been through a terrible ordeal. They have names. Our priority is to ensure they are given the best care and while we’re doing that, why don’t we treat them with dignity?”

He grabs her arm. She looks at his fingers, wrapped around her forearm. His nails are too long, the wedding band a reminder of her situation. She takes a deep breath in, willing herself not to think about Mulder and the way he touches her.

“You’re here to assist me. You’re here entirely in a medical capacity, to do as I ask, Agent Scully.” In the distance, there’s a blast of fake machine gun fire from the arcade and he stops talking, grits his teeth, flares his nostrils. He looks ready to bust open. His voice slinks low. “These girls…this case is mine.” He stares into her eyes, hard, before letting go and walking to the car.

She breathes. It takes all her experience to get the girls to trust her enough to move. She can hear Mulder in all her lines. “I understand this is hard for you, but you’re going to be safe,” she says. “We’re on your side. We need you to come with us. We can help you and you can help this happening to others.”

 The girls, Sofia and Camila, are thirteen and fifteen years old. Probably chosen to order based on skin tone. There’s a neverending supply of wealthy people looking for matches as grafts for their gratuitous surgical enhancements. And a neverending supply of unwitting or poverty-stricken donors. The Skin Trade is both efficient and inclusive.

           Dash leaves her to the questioning, to administer the care and understanding he hadn’t during his medical examination of the girls. They are reticent, fearful. How she wishes Mulder were here to listen, to quirk his head to one side, to find a story in his repertoire that would make these young women feel like they are not alone in the world.

She tries her best, she finds the softest place inside her, the place she lands when she thinks about Emily, and she talks to these girls. She listens to the horrific details of how a mysterious woman called Medea lured them with the promise of teaching them how to make their own candles and soap. How they thought Quist was there to help too. They knew him from the centre, so they felt comfortable.

“He told us our skin is beautiful and our bones too.” Camila, the older one, speaks with a wavering voice. “He said our eyes are like the earth. He told us our skin is like velvet and silk. He said he loved the colours of the candles we made because they are the colours of heaven.”

She listens as they told of drinking from a pewter cup, feeling dizzy and falling asleep. When they work he had stolen their skin and taken out their eyes, cutting off their sight, their ability to identify him. He left them with concave voids puckered like wax seals. And there’s no doubt he wants more.

“Has Quist ever mentioned where he lives?” Scully asks.

They huddle together tighter. Camila lifts her head to the sound of her voice.  “His voice changed.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

Camila sniffs back tears. “Everything sounds sharper now.”

 Scully puts in a call to Dash. He’s curt, snaps a loud goodbye. She jerks the phone away from her ear. There’s a social worker at her side, waiting to take the girls. She apologises to the woman, despite herself.

“My…husb…Dr Linton has been working long hours. This case…”

The woman blinks and nods, understanding. Scully watches the girls follow a social worker down the hallway. A new life awaits them, fuller perhaps in many ways, but they are already diminished. Less.

Room 24 St Marks Plaza Motel: Friday 6 April 2000 7.45am

In her dream, muted pastels whip around, shaped like eyes with weeping pink centres. Candle wax drips where lashes should be. She hears Mulder’s voice calling out her name. She can’t see him, but she knows he’s there, always out of reach, stretching invisible fingers through the pastel eyes, whirling, swirling, screeching but she’s blind. She wakes to the alarm, sitting up in a start, sweating, his name on her lips. She takes out her phone. Dials his number. Forbidden feels like the only way. She listens to him breathing. It’s enough for now.

Dash raps at her door, startling her. She slips the phone into her robe pocket. Mulder at her hip is as close as she’s going to get. She stands back to let Dash in. His eyes wander downwards. She pulls the robe tighter. He’s good-looking in an intimidating way. All sharp angels and hardness. There’s an uncomfortable shiver down her spine, a pulse of vulnerability that she hasn’t felt in the years as Mulder’s partner. The way Mulder treats her as an equal, yet still sees her femininity, is one of the many reasons she’s fallen in love with him. Fuck, she misses him.

“Who are you calling?” Dash’s voice pecks at her.

Back turned, she fingers the keypad, remembering the soft sound of Mulder in her ear.

Dash, despite his lean frame, fills the room. “The girls weren’t at the foster home this morning. The foster carer reports hearing a car in the early hours of the morning. The girls took their bags with them.”

“You make it sound like they went willingly.”

Dash stares at her. “I am reporting the facts of the case, Agent Scully.”

“Your tone implied it,” she says.

He holds up his hands. “Look, Agent Scully, however you deal with your partner is your business, but on my watch, on this case, we communicate with our words. We don’t imply, we don’t infer, we don’t leave out whole sections of logic and leap to unnatural conclusions. You were employed on this taskforce to support me. Your medical expertise was required. Now, your FBI expertise is required. If you are not in the right frame of mind to employ those skills, you will not be welcome at the scene. Is that clear?”

She opens the bedroom door and doesn’t turn back.

“At times, your attitude has bordered on the aggressive, Agent Scully. And as I suspect that was your partner you were calling, I will have no option but to put that down in my report.”

The slam of her door rattles the window and she can hear the judgement of Dash’s words in each grating noise. At her hip, the phone is a reminder of both her proximity and her distance to Mulder. She scoops it out and hears his tinny voice. She hadn’t ended the call and neither had he.

“Did you hear that, Mulder?”

“The part where he updated you on the case or the part where he said he was going to report you?”

Her clothes hang in straight lines in the closet and she tucks the phone under her chin as she pulls out a black pant suit and soft pink turtleneck. “Where would they go? You’ve met them.”

“Are you implying that I’ve passed on information about the young people who attend the youth centre, Agent Scully?”

His humour has buoyed her and annoyed her in equal measure in the past but it’s a solid part of him and she’s grateful for it as she gets dressed. “There’s a witch, a woman known as Medea.”

“They mentioned her. Medea was a woman who, according to legend, murdered her lover’s children,” Scully says.

“Or a helper maiden who was misunderstood. Shit,” he says in her ear and she feels a bolt of relief. The car engine outside is rumbling. Any second Dash will blast the horn. Mulder speaks and she knows she’ll see him soon. “I think I know who Medea is.”

To be continued

[italystation]

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