#umm... what's with the balloon location

[laf-outloud]

@GilmoreGirls

So happy to see the the Gilmore Girls account celebrating Jared's birthday right along with us!

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And of course, Philemon chimes in right after I post the other grouping. LOL!

[aeoki]

Toyland - Chapter 7

Location: Soundproof Lesson Room Characters: Hinata, Touri, Yuuta & Yuzuru

Hinata: Thanks for waiting! The hellish training shall now begin~♪

Yuuta: Aniki. What exactly are we doing for this hellish training anyway?

Hinata: Hmm~ Breathing fire from our mouths and juggling on balls? Kids love extraordinary performances~

We could also hang on a swing in mid-air too. That was a lotta fun during “Circus”, right, Yuuta-kun? ♪

Yuuta: Honestly, I was drenched in sweat from all the nerves, though… We’re not using the stage for “Circus”, so swinging through the air would be hard to pull off.

But maybe we could manage the fire-breathing?

The kids loved when you acted like a fool during “Halloween Party”.

Hinata: How could you, Yuuta-kun~? You enjoyed it too.

Anyway, what should we get Hime-kun and Fushimi-senpai to do~? Should we teach them how to breathe fire? And then become fire-breathing pros and take over the world~?

Touri: Stop saying something so stupid!

Be serious, Hinata. I asked you guys to join since I figured you two would know what performances would make kids happy.

But you guys say scary stuff the moment you open your mouths. Are you trying to cut my lifespan short!?

Anyway, what about Long-Hair? The President isn’t feeling well, so I know he had no choice but to rest.

But Long-Hair is as healthy as always. I’m not happy seeing how it’s just me and Yuzuru who is subject to your unreasonable training!

Hinata: Long-Hair…? Oh~ you mean Hibiki-senpai? There’s nothing we can teach him! If anything, we’re the ones who wanna learn from him!

It seems Hibiki-senpai learnt all his tricks the right way, unlike us who’re self-taught. Teaching someone like that would be the same as teaching a fish to swim.

Come on, enough with the complaints and let’s get this training started~

All you have to do is blow the fuel into the fire, so you should be able to do it too, Hime-kun ♪

Oh, don’t accidentally breathe in the fuel, though. If you do, you might get pneumonia and end up walking in the land of the dead!

Touri: H-How is that something easy!? Are you seriously trying to kill me~!?

Isn’t there something else that would make kids happy!? Umm, for example~

Yuzuru: Hm, how about balloon art? It’s very popular with children so I’m sure they’ll be overjoyed.

Yuuta: Oh, that’s a good idea! We can decorate the venue with it and hand them out to the kids. You’re okay with that too, right, Aniki?

Hinata: Yeah, balloon art doesn’t take long to make and we’ve got balloons right here. Tadaa~♪

Yuuta: How did you… I wish you’d use those skills to find work for us instead.

Umm, we’ll puff up the balloons, so could you guys help us make the actual balloon art?

Hinata: Let’s make a little doggy first~ Everything’s gotta start from the basics and nothing can be done without it! I’ll show you how to make one~ *Squeeze, twist* ☆

Yuzuru: Fufu, you’re very skilled. But I don’t like dogs… I would be very happy if I can practise using another animal.

Hinata: Hmm~ Then I’ll show you how to twist the balloon!

Hinata: Just copy what I do~ *Squeeze, twist* ☆ And look, you’ve got yourself a heart ♪

Yuzuru: You can make a heart by folding the balloon, I see. I didn’t know that.

Hmm. How is this, Hinata-sama? I think it’s a rather pretty-looking heart.

Hinata: Let’s see~ Yup, looks good for a beginner! Once you’ve made a few more, you can move on to real balloon art.

You can make a bear, a rabbit, a penguin and then you’ll have made an entire balloon animal zoo ☆

If the kids are happy, it makes me happy too. It’s like hitting two birds with one stone~ Ahahahaha ☆

[ Location: 1-B Classroom ]

Touri: …………

Yuuta: That stupid Aniki! He did something without telling me again~!

If he’s just gonna apologise when the cat’s out of the bag, then he should’ve just told me from the start. I won’t forgive you next time~!

Touri: *Sigh…* You sure are energetic this morning, Yuuta. You guys are twins so you should just get along with each other.

Just when I thought you guys were always connected at the hip or something, you start avoiding each other like you’ve never seen the other person in your life. You guys are way too unstable.

Yuuta: Uuu~... I know I’m being grumpy. Our work this time was something you came to us for and it’s not something Aniki went to get himself.

I’d be lying if I was thinking it might be a chance for me to fly out on my own instead of relying on Aniki.

But even so, I want to have a good time and work together with Aniki for “Toyland”.

I heard from Anzu-san that she’s making teddy bear goods for the event.

So we made a promise that we’ll tell her our opinions about them once we’ve talked about it together.

But Aniki just went to Anzu-san directly and told her what he thought!

And it looks like she incorporated those changes before I realised it, so there’s no way my opinion would even matter now…

In the end, Aniki just decides on everything by himself. I’m just Aniki’s accessory – it doesn’t matter if I’m there or not.

The world only revolves around him. What I do has no effect on tomorrow, the day after that… or even the future.

What’s the point of having me in the same unit then…?

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! This is my first time sending a request umm kinda nervous. May I request headcanons of first year gang spending summer holiday with MC/Yuu? Thank you very much!

🏖 Beach time...!! 🏝

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Ace is the kind of guy that’ll mercilessly splash you with water when you step in the sea. And if you refuse to? Well, that’s what water guns and water balloons are for, right? He’ll lure you close by claiming he has “something cool” he wants to show you, then attack when your guard is down!!

He brings along a beach ball, and the first years bop it around to see who can keep it in the air the longest! Ace cheats a bit by using his wind magic to send the ball afloat again just as it’s about to touch the sand—

Ace innocently buries his friends’ feet in sand for fun. He waits until Deuce has fallen asleep on his beach towel before burying his entire body (excluding the head!) in sand, all while snickering to himself.

Ace likes to make his own fun! He finds a few scallop shells, still intact, along with a shiny pebble or washed up pearl, and decides to make a guessing game out of it! He tucks the pebble or pearl under a shell and mixes the shells up, then asks you to try and find the pebble/pearl! If you do, you can keep it—and if not, you owe him lunch!

When he spots a wild crab at the beach, Ace will take a stick and try provoking it! “Why does Floyd even call me a crab anyway, I don’t get it,” he’ll grumble—until he screeches because that darn crab pinched him...!! Ace tries yanking the crab off, but it’s so stubborn! He eventually does, but he follows it up with a vow to hunt down all crabs and eat them to show them what for!

Hop onto Deuce’s Magical Wheel for a ride to the beach! (He drives kind of like a mad man, so hold on tight!!) As you race down the road and toward the sand and sparkling waters, the beachy breeze whips through your hair and welcomes you.

Despite how serious Deuce looks, all his beach gear is cute--especially his towel! It’s nice and fluffy, with a bunch of baby chicks on it. You can’t help but let Deuce know how fitting the design is for him.

He reminds the other first years (mainly Ace and Epel) to respect the rules of the beach! Every so often, you’ll see Deuce apologizing to the lifeguard for some minor thing he has done which might have violated the rules. Other times, you’ll see Deuce trying to copy the lifeguard’s gestures and mannerisms—after all, lifeguards are basically beach police! Now’s a good time to learn from them.

Deuce finds an anemone washed up to the shore and guiltily nudges it back into the sea. He’s eager to avoid any and all reminders of his unsavory deal with Octavinelle...!! Besides, Deuce is sure the anemone would be happier to be with its family again.

He loves lighting up sparklers! He’ll crouch on the sand and light them for hours on end with this amazed look on his face. Deuce just thinks there’s something really magical about how they burn. Someday, he wants to have strength like sparklers—magic that provide warmth and light in the darkness.

Jack enjoys being in the water! He’s the first to dive into the ocean to cool off. When the time comes to get out, it’s fun to see Jack shaking off water from his fluffy ears and tail! You can help him dry off the excess with a towel, too (but getting the sand out of his fur can be a hassle)!

He has the tendency to bark and chase off seagulls when they try to land nearby. Part of it is they give him “the same vibes as Rook-senpai”, and part of it is that the nice guy in him worries the seagulls might eat something they aren’t supposed to by accident. If you tell Jack he’s being so considerate, he’ll brush it off with an embarrassed blush.

He likes to take long walks along the beach and see what washes up! You’re free to join him, as long as you’re not disruptive. If Jack finds a cool shell, piece of glass, or rock, he’ll pocket it to use as a decorative piece for his cacti back in his dorm room.

Jack excels in watermelon smashing! He has the strength to crack them open in one swing, and the senses to locate the fruit’s location every time, even when blindfolded or with his eyes closed (Ace cries foul, but Jack can’t really help his heightened beastman senses)!

He acts like kind of the disappointed parent of the group, trying to keep everyone together and under control even though they’re hyped up on the excitement of being at the beach. It’s like Jack has invisible child leashes on the other first years!

Before Epel’s allowed to hang out with you, Vil has to make sure he has put on his sunscreen! Epel gets called away every few hours to reapply sunscreen, no matter what activity you’re in the middle of. He grumbles about Vil under his breath, but don’t let his Dorm Leader know!

He likes to make mounds of sand and then pretend he’s a big monster or an Overblot as he kicks the sand piles over. It’s even more fun when you or Deuce join in--more sand piles, and more stomping!

Leave the grilling to him! Epel’s not that skilled at making fancy food, but grilling’s quick and simple to grasp. He likes to use applewood to impart a slightly sweet, smoky flavor in everything he grills—meat, veggies, even marshmallows!

Epel drags everyone into a bunch of competitive games! Volleyball (Sebek and Jack aggressively spiking the ball back and forth, resulting in a tie), beach flag races (Deuce comes close, but Jack cinches the win) water basketball (Ace kills the competition)...!! Though Epel’s a little salty he won nothing, he ends up rolling in the sand with laughter by the end of it all.

Epel wears a swimming parka over himself (Vil’s orders to protect his delicate skin), so many other beachgoers mistake him as a girl covering up her swimsuit! He tries to contain his temper despite all the catcalls and whistles he gets, but Epel eventually blows up, strips his parka off to reveal his trunks, and shouts, “I’M A MAN, A M-A-N!!” to everyone, just to make it crystal clear.

If you ever lose Ace, Deuce, or Epel, you can count on Sebek to call out loud enough to part the beachgoing crowd for you to find your missing kids! He’ll nag them for going astray, too.

Sebek’s no artist, but he’ll happily take a stick and draw pictures in the sand while boasting about the young master’s accomplishments! He can throw in some stories about Lilia-sama’s triumphs in combat too, if you wish!!

He also tries his hand at making a sand sculpture in Malleus’s name, but almost has a heart attack when the tide comes in and attacks his monument for the young master (his words, not yours)! Sebek stands guard and shouts at the sea to ward it off when the tide returns.

Like an idiot, Sebek decides to inhale as much food as he can (he wants to enjoy this experience!!). Unfortunately, he also makes the poor choice of including shaved ice on the menu, so he ends up with a terrible brain freeze. Everyone consoles him as he recovers over time...

Sebek’s a huge dork when it comes to fireworks! He audibly “oohs”, “aahs”, and claps whenever colorful displays light up the night sky. When he sees a particularly impressive firework, he’ll point it out to you and the other first years, begging you guys to look at it too!

[pinkseas]

ivy and eleledielwiess- eleidleweiss girl how do you spell edielwess

HEHSAEHHSAEHSA hi soap <3

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired? umm admittedly im not entirely sure for most of them?? when im upset my default is to act completely normal and unaffected- if something really gets to me it will NOT show whatsoever which has caused Problems. the more casual i am about it the worse it probably is. thats mostly just irl though its way easier to communicate stuff online. i sometimes laugh a lot the happier i am but sometimes ill be REALLY happy and literally Just Sitting There, and if im tired i tend to stumble over my words a lot more or get more quiet and focus on listening.

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you? the pink sea is pretty much my favorite location in my favorite game. i also REALLY love the spaceship and the sky gardens but the pink sea is just barely the Favorite favorite and i really wanted a yume nikki username LMAO. like both in the original and the remake it is Gorgeous i love the fact that its Entirely Pink i love the balloons to travel i love the background music its so !!!!!!!! pink sea so very loved

TY FOR THE ASK insert a silly image of a cat smiling here

[thedreammweaver]

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 6 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Warnings: rude comments regarding weight

Oswald was very much miffed to be awoken by his phone ringing. He reached a hand out of the covers to fumble on his nightstand until he located his phone and opened it “What?” He asked harshly.

“Hey, Oswald, this is Jim.”

Oswald immediately forced a friendlier tone “Ah, Jim! My old friend, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Lee told me that your mother told her something very concerning and I want you both down at the station.”

“Uhh..sure. We’ll be there in an hour or so.”

“Good..” Jim mutter Ed hanging up. Oswald rolled his eyes and tossed his phone to the side of the bed. He wasn’t quite ready to be seen by his worst enemy in his current portly state.

As Oswald hobbled into the GCPD, Gertrud by his side, he hoped his face wasn’t turning red as everyone was staring at him. He pushed through the embarrassment he was feeling and just looked for Jim. He didn’t have to look long as Jim was walking towards him. Of course when he got a good look at Oswald he had something to say “Jesus, Selina said you’d ballooned but I didn’t expect-“

“Can we get on with this?” Oswald interrupted, determined to shift the focus off of his appearance at any cost. “...Sure. Follow me..” Jim lead Oswald and Gertrud up to his desk. Unfortunately Bullock was at his desk right across from Jim, Oswald heard him stifling laughter. Oswald ignored him, turning his attention to Jim “What is this about?”

“Well...” Jim was too distracted “First off, what is this about?” He asked gesturing to Oswald’s person. Oswald leaned on his cane impatiently “Your wife told me it’s a metabolism thing...” he said through gritted teeth. “Whatever...So Lee told me that Gertrud told her that...you’re...Santa Claus.”

Gertrud scoffed “I was kidding! I didn’t think she was listening to me, I was just trying to get her attention.”

Jim got serious, or more serious than usual “Mrs. Cobblepot you can tell us if there’s something going on, this is a safe place.”

Gertrud’s brow furrowed “Something going on..I don’t understand??”

Jim sighed “We’re concerned that there is some sort of gaslighting, manipulation, or elder abuse occurring in your household.”

“Abuse??” Oswald was appalled at the inference.

“Elder???” Gertrud was equally appalled.

Jim cleared his throat, addressing Oswald “What I think is happening is your mother is suffering from some sort of mental illness and you’re obviously falling apart so-“ Jim was gesturing to Oswald’s body again which prompted Oswald to interrupt “I don’t think my weight has anything to do with this! And I am not ‘falling apart’.”

“You look like the pillsbury doughboy.” Harvey interjected, still stifling laughter.

Oswald looked Harvey up and down “Ah, yes, because you have so much room to talk.”

Harvey’s face fell “You know what, it suits me and you- you look- shut up!” He fumbled, before getting up from his desk and storming off. “Anyways..” Jim continued “I think that you’re manipulating your sick mother to feel like you’re in control of something when it’s very apparent you’re spiraling.”

“I have heard some ridiculous claims from you, Jim, but this is by far the most-“ Jim took Oswald by the arm and lead him over to the side. “Look, whatever this,” Jim gestured to Oswald’s stomach “is, it’s obviously feeding your mother’s delusions so lose a little weight, get your mom a therapist, and get your hair back to normal or I’m gonna assume you’re gaslighting your sick mother as some kind of power trip, got it?”

“I was planning on losing the weight for your information.” Oswald snapped in a snotty tone. He grabbed his mother’s hand and started to lead her out of the precinct. She cast one last look at Jim “Hülye kibaszott disznó...” she hissed under her breath.

Oswald angrily stared into the duck pond at the park. Birds often calmed him but he was more wound up than usual, so wound up he almost didn’t notice Ed coming up beside him. “Hey, Ozzie..” Ed wasn’t looking at him, he sounded upset too. Oswald was trying not to freeze up, he had not mentally prepared himself to be confronted with his love. “Eddie, how nice to run into you here.”

“Yeah..” Ed was staring into the pond absently.

“....How are things with Isabella?”

“We broke up.”

Oswald felt his spirits being rapidly lifted “Oh??”

“And...she left Gotham.”

There were fireworks and angelic choirs going off in Oswald’s mind “How awful.” his tone gave away the fact he meant how wonderful but Ed didn’t seem to notice. He sighed, kicking at the rocks on the ground “I just needed to get out for a while..” he was about to continue walking around the park when he stopped to actually look at Oswald. Oswald was fearing what would come out of Ed’s mouth “Did you do something different with your hair?”

“Umm...yes?”

“It looks nice..” Ed mumbled before walking away. Oswald felt his face going scarlet.

Oswald was so elated by the revelation that Ed was single he’d completely forgotten about all the Santa stuff. That was until he got home and to his study. There was a red box with gold trim on his desk with a letter on it. He tilted his head as he set his cane aside and picked up the letter, opening it. ‘Don’t forget to check it twice!- Zsasz’ the letter red. Oswald nervously opened the box, inside was what looked to be a list, names written in beautiful calligraphy. As Oswald went to pull it out he realized he couldn’t see the bottom of the box and the list just kept coming. Oswald stubbornly shoved the list back into the box along with the letter and closed it, shoving it onto a shelf to forget about it, he had other things to focus on now.

[inspector-montoya-fox]

#2 - Sunset Snake Eyes

Setting: Mesa City is an all-American city, full of flashing casino lights and surrounded by a Grand Canyon-esque environment (more on the American part in the Themes section). unlike the previous episode, Sunset Snake Eyes doesn’t vary its missions in terms of genre, but in terms of gameplay instead. we’ve got standard platforming, aiming and shooting, racing, and being chased by Carmelita. there’s variation in location too: from abandoned city outskirts to back alleys, to casinos, to rooftops. and the details capture the mood perfectly. fires, ball and chain, slot machines, neon signs, sleazy furniture, grafitti-riddled walls with bullet holes on them, etc. this is a mafia capital and it comes into stark contrast with Sly’s code of conduct, because it’s not honourable crime. it ranges from petty car-theft to murder. SP did an amazing job on the hubs. everything is right, from the design down to the colouring. let’s make a pattern out of stating these and say that Sunset Snake Eyes represents the red in the game.

Characters: honestly, Muggshot provides a nice change of pace. there’s a huge shift here. whereas Raleigh was a pesky lil shit whose motive was literally being too rich and too bored, Muggshot is a product of bullying and American violence and i love that. he’s a brawny, purple dog who’ll beat you to a pulp. as brainless as he supposedly is, he seems to be doing an amazing job at running a mafia empire and taking over a whole city (and later, taking on professional plane-fighting as a hobby!?). umm sweetie, versatility!! unlike the previous villain, Muggshot’s dialogue fleshes him out. the voice acting is excellent here. he’s dimwitted but gives Sly a run for his money by chasing him around, while trying to avoid his allergy to light reflection...? all jokes aside, Muggshot and Mz Ruby are the most memorable villains from the game because they’re great. he’s scary but in a good way. Sunset Snake Eyes also sees the return of Carmelita. it’s brief but it’s early stages of the flirty back and forth we all know and love. as for Sly, it’s business as usual. Tide of Terror had the raccoon tackle the Fiendish Five head on without really realising the situation’s ante. i don’t think there’s really a change here. in my opinion, Sly realises the danger of the whole thing at the end of Anatomy of Disaster in Fire in the Sky. it’s still playful revenge for him, and he doesn’t understand that the people he cares the most about are becoming targets as well (more on that below).

Themes: i think SP wanted to embody American consumerism and culture and how Sly perceives Americans via Sunset Snake Eyes’s design. everything feels huge and exaggerated: a huge Muggshot balloon, a huge Muggshot head, a huge roulette, a huge Muggshot sign, a huge fire hydrant, etc. it says a lot about Muggshot’s undeniable ego, but the cheap grandeur of a western city is there. Sly’s ethnicity has been a huge debate in the community for the longest time but there’s no doubt Sly isn’t connected to the US, as in he might be American but he’s not really American. you get me? like, he’s perfectly described by the word ‘French’. i think the big lights and everything make him feel out of place. and he is. i also thought about how the second encounter with Carmelita comes in a city that’s all about gambling and what connotations that has. i think she raises the stakes for Sly not only because her pistol packs a paralyzing punch but because it’s a risk and thus a gamble to be falling for her because she’s a cop and he’s a thief. i don’t know if it should be called a theme of gambling or risk-taking, but Sunset Snake Eyes feels dangerous. i mean the next level is a swamp with fucking zombies and skeletons, but i don’t mean ‘dangerous’ as in like instant danger like obvious danger. i think this episode is the most dangerous because Sly’s world is slowly merging with his crusade: Murray goes out into the field twice and Carmelita shows up. moreover, while other guards will use squid spit or fire or idk to attack Sly, the guards in Mesa City have actual guns. maybe it’s more threat rather than danger, but i think you get my point. guns and unhinged cars and falling wreckage, dumpster fires and flooding trains. my idea is further supported by the intense red in this episode (y’know, a colour for danger).

What I Like: literally all the traditional levels (not traditional would be the racing or covering for Murray). i love Sunset Snake Eyes, i think it’s my favourite episode from the Sly 1. it has the coolest guards and the best missions and Carmelita and the giant roulette and you get to deploy a fucking wrecking ball. favourite detail would be the fact that you can break the bells on the counters at the lobby.

What I Don’t Like: first thing that comes to mind is At the Dog Track, but when you look past the unnecessarily clunky controls you can have fun with it. the mission has a cool name and there’s a huge hotdog with the face of a game developer on it in the centre of the hub. and dogs in sombreros for some racially insensitive reason or something... so i guess what i don’t like from the episode is Murray’s Big Gamble. i think it’s self-explanatory.

Quote: What, are you kidding? You break into my place, steal my stuff, trash the joint. I feel transgressed and violated. Let's rock!

[geek-gem]

I'm gonna try being funny here.

A different timeline where The Twisted Ones and The Fourth Closet weren't sequels and didn't make those changes to who Charlie was.

1999.

Carlton: Umm hey Charlie have you heard?

Charlie: What is it Carlton?

Carlton:..............someone is opening a new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in town.

Charlie when she enters the location:

The New Owner: HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE DAUGHTER OF FAZBEARS IS PISSED! SHE'S FOUND US! GET BALLOON BOY TO DISTRACT HER!

In all seriousness, I have been wondering about my own version or just....that idea I had for a sequel to The Silver Eyes before The Twisted Ones was revealed.

I'm now thinking maybe I should make this timeline.

The New Owner: Lol you didn't hear about the, "Bite Of 87" Fazbear girl!?

Charlie: WHAT THE FUCK!?

Still it's a different timeline though. Nothing to take very seriously but it's got me thinking.

[rayewriting]

I Remember You (I Never Forgot You)

Fandom: Batman

Day 7- Reunion/Separation So, I probably could have posted this on time, but after church I had told people on tumblr they had till 3 to get votes on whether they wanted a Reunion or Separation fic, lunch, then the late nights caught up to me and I took a three-hour nap. This is also an unintentional third part to Being Enough and You Deserve More (More Than I Have). I'll put them all in series later So, here we are. I am sorry I am late for the last day. But I have been reading other people’s entries to Dick and Damian week and just 😍😍. I’ll have go back and bookmark some of my favorite ones!

Damian was at a restaurant, a five-star, high end, black tie only, type restaurant. When he received a letter- with a distantly familiar perfume that his heart aching, his mother’s preferred scent- with a time and location, he knew that this was not a request, but a warning. Of what he did not know, but it was serious enough that she left with traceable evidence. Evidence he had in his pocket right now. But he wasn’t focused on the letter, but the person in front of him. Talia.

 Dear Richard,

 “You have to return and be my Alexander, the ruler I have always wanted you to be,” Talia begins, reaching out her hands and placing them on the table, palm up, “In fact, Alexander was twenty when he became king of Macedon, as well.”

Damian makes a face at her hands and pointedly crosses his arms, hands tucking into the bends of his arms, then he speaks, “I do not have to do anything, Talia. The last time you forced my hand, I ended up with a sword in my chest, and I do not want to have a repeat performance.”

You should not search for me. 

The frown on the older woman’s features did not make her unattractive, but her lips go from the frown to a small grin as she continues speaking, “I was not in a good place at the time, my son, for that I do regret. However, I do believe I have… motivation for you to come back under your grandfather,” Damian did not show outwardly but his heart was pounding at her words, “A certain circus boy and two aliens ring a bell? And you are searching for a recent nanotechnology theft, correct?” Talia watches as her words sink into Damian’s head, then reaching his heart, “Perhaps I know where the stolen technology went.”

Damian’s face is still impassive, but his fury was raging- demanding that Damian take his hidden dagger and stab the woman in front of him. This woman was not the woman who gave him life, she had died long ago, perhaps before he even left the League all those years ago. But Damian did recognize the person in front of him, this was the person who had no qualms in taking lives, did not care that she was going to kill her own child for revenge- that she was going to kill her son’s family if he did not follow her. “How do I know that you are not bluffing?” Damian asks.

“Are you going to risk them by calling a bluff?” Talia asks smugly. She pulls out a small remote with a few buttons and Damian feels his blood pressure rise, “Think about it, Damian.”

Then she stands, and begins to leave the restaurant, but when she reaches the door Damian pulls himself out of his chair, grabs her arm and pulls her out of the establishment and into the snowfall, “Fine. I will go with you.”

Talia smiles, “Very well, Damian. We will head to the airport.”

 I am sorry, missing Mar’i’s birthday was not ever my intention. You should tell Kor’i and Mar’i my apologies.

 Dick answers the apartment door with a smile on his face, but it quickly drops into a confused frown, “Umm, do I know you, ma’am?”

The person in question is a pale-skin blonde woman in her early twenties, wearing a wine and golden tank top, denim shorts, white slip-on shoes, and wearing a cross-body purse, “No.”

Dick’s eyes harden as he asks, “Then can I ask why you are at my door then?”

The woman takes a deep breath and blurts out, “I had a customer and he left this note at the restaurant with a huge tip and instructions to come to this apartment today and give it to a “Dick Grayson” while wearing red and gold.” She continues- after pointing at her shirt- with, “I don’t know why he gave it to me or what it says but he gave me enough money to finish paying for my college degree and I couldn’t not do what he asked.” Then she dug into her purse and pulls out the envelope and hands it to Dick.

Dick was taking in all the information quickly, takes the letter, and opens the door, “Come in.”

The woman eyes widen as she steps through the door with, “Uh-okay?” then stops as she spots all the decorations. The balloons and streamers are purple, the table has green cups, plates and utensils, and a colorful banner was hanging in the doorway reading “Happy 2nd Birthday!”

“Dick, who is at the door? Tim said that they won’t—” a tall female with tan skin, wild hair, wearing a purple shirt and blue athletic shorts, steps out of a room, but stops seeing the younger woman, “Hello, I don’t think we have met before, I am Kor’i.”

As Kor’i sticks her hand out, the blonde squeaks out, “Blyss,” and shakes Kor’i’s hand.

“Please take a seat,” Dick says entering the living room, guiding Blyss to the couch and giving the letter to Kor’i, “I’m sorry for acting weird, but do you remember anything from that night?”

Blyss, sensing the serious turn of events, sits on the couch, begins to think for a minute, lips pulling into a slight pout, “He was with another person. She was older than him. They both seemed tense, but it wasn’t a business meeting, it was personal.”

Dick looks at her questioningly and sits on the other side of the couch, “How do you figure that?”

“I’ve worked there for a few years now; I have served food during business meetings- tense meeting- but the air was charged with different type of energy. Plus, not many businesses have dinners that late, usually those times are reserved for dates, engagements, or- a couple of times- divorce meetings. Things like that.”

“Do you remember overhearing anything?” Kor’i asks, finished reading the letter.

Blyss shook her head, “Everytime I walked over they would stop talking, like they did not want anyone listening.”

Dick and Kor’i look at each other, then a loud knock on the door resounds through the apartment, startling the three adults. Blyss and Dick stand up and Dick offers her a smile, “Thank you for the information,” he says as the adults begin to walk back to the door.

Following Kor’i, Blyss smiles, “I hope you find your son. He really saved me with the money.”

Dick flounders for a second then finally gets out, “He-he isn’t my son, he is my brother.”

Blyss stops for a minute then turns to him, “Sorry, it just- when you got that letter- you looked like I did when Nightwing and Flamebird saved my son from the guy who— who kidnapped him.”

Dick though back to the last couple of kidnapping cases and then it hits him. Blyss Hayes, victim of Jaxon Zhao- resulting in the birth of Xavier Hayes. After being released for good behavior, Jaxon kidnapped the one-year old from the park and held the infant hostage till he got a plane to Colombia. Of course, Nightwing and Flamebird snuck into the building, Nightwing taking down Jaxon as Flamebird took Xavier to the ambulances. Then he just nods his head at the young mother, opening the door, “That’s alright.”

Blyss smiles at Dick and Kor’i then says, “Come to the restaurant when you find him, I’ll treat everyone to a free meal.” Afterwards, she ducks around Tim and Mar’i with a small, “Happy birthday!” and runs down the hallway.

Tim, looking where the blonde left and asks, “Who was that?”

 It’s been made clear Todd’s infectious old behavior of disappearing has spread to even me.

 “Yeah, no shi—” Jason says, reading Damian’s letter, before Dick and Kor’i throw a dark look at him, in response he grins sheepishly, “Sorry.”

Everyone was gathered in Gotham, Bruce, Cass, Barbara, Steph, Tim, Jason, Kor’i, and Dick in the Batcave and Alfred and Mar’i were in the Manor. Bruce and Tim running scans over the paper, ink, and handwriting- Cass, Steph, and Barbara watching security footage from the restaurant leading to the airport- Jason, Kor’i, and Dick were reading the note again.

“The problem is that it doesn’t sound like how normally writes!” Dick shouts at no one particular, running his hands through his hair for what seems like the hundredth time, “But it is his handwriting! And one sentence doesn’t make any sense!”

 With your life getting so hectic, I took over the nanotechnology theft case. It has taken me overseas, perhaps an island off a coast.

 Damian grits his teeth at the pain on his back, “Five for every year he has been away from us,” came from his Grandfather’s throne. Fifty strikes from a whip, fifty miles to run, fifty new cuts, fifty new burns, fifty miles to swim. Damian never thought having a favorite number was logical, but he hated the number fifty now. No matter how illogical it was, he hated it.

But he had to- to save his family. To save Richard, Kor’iander, and his Qalbi.

So, he grits through strikes, runs the miles, accepts the cuts, grows numb to the burns, and swims the miles. He perseveres through the pain, with the thought of his family on his mind and in his heart.

He has done it for six months, what’s another day?

But he refuses to kill, when they bring him an assassin, he knocks them out, drops his weapon and sits down. His Grandfather then decides that electrocution should be added for his response. When they bring him his meals, he does not eat the meat. He doesn’t eat for two days when that’s all they give him.

He dies once, his heart just giving out from exhaustion. Grandfather throws him the Lazarus Pit.

Damian can hear the waters whispers when he is pulled out. Telling him to crush the larynx of the person in front of him. He sees the green and remembers the color green. Green eyes, surrounded by black lashes, chubby cheeks, and a button nose.

His Qalbi.

He cannot forget about his Qalbi.

That night he takes comfort in the darkness, the black surrounding him reminds him of his Qalbi’s hair, she has her father’s hair. His Qalbi reminds him of his baba. Of Richard. Richard, the person that always comes for Damian- no matter what.

Soon he remembers everyone else. The wild roses of the courtyard remind him of Kor’iander’s bright hair when she walks into the kitchen for the breakfast Damian cooked holding his Qalbi on her hip, the graceful swans swimming in the pond remind him of Cassandra dancing in the ballroom, the sun of Stephanie’s smile when she looks at Timothy, the library of Jason’s voice when the older man read to his Qalbi before Damian put her down for a nap, the smell of chocolate coming from the kitchens of Alfred’s cookies after a hard night of patrol, the sound of a keyboard clacking down a hall of Barbara’s superior computer skills, the pearl necklace resting on a jewelry stand reminds him of Father’s face when he gave Father one after searching for days.

When he remembers everyone, he can- Colin, Jon, Maya- he begins to draw them in the sand of his cell. A few people a day, whoever he misses the most that day.

Most of the time, it is his baba, Kor’iander, and his Qalbi.

 The placement reminds me of the infinity charm you bought me when I was, perhaps, a ten-year-old boy.

 “I never bought him a damn charm!” Dick screeches, punching the console of the computer. Kor’i puts a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down- she knows words won’t help- and Dick whips around to her face, “Kor’i, its been six months since he has left! I've been going crazy since he never showed up for patrol, I have looked everywhere I could think of. And he is writing about charms?”

Kor’i wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug, “I don’t know, Richard. Perhaps Damian meant something else?”

Dick’s, Tim’s, and Bruce’s shot up at Kor’i’s words, then towards the note.

“He gave us a number, ten, so maybe every ten letters spell something out?” Tim asks, “No, unless the first word is ‘Ddn’ or something bizarre. Every ten words maybe…? ‘Dear sorry tell clear’. No! For f—”

Dick steps grabs the note and reads out loud, “You, Mar’i’s, Kor’i, infectious, with, nanotechnology, island, infinity, ten.”

“How did you know?” Bruce asks.

“Damian finds the address and salutations unnecessary. So, I took that out,” Dick explains without looking at Bruce. “So those are our words.”

Everyone took a minute, to collect their thoughts, before Bruce speaking, “Assuming ‘You’ meaning is Dick, it seems that Damian wrote a warning that you, Kor’i, and Mar’i have been infected with nanotech. And then Damian gave us a location of Infinity Island and ten would be the number we used to get the message.”

Kor’i and Dick froze at Bruce’s words, then Dick was running up the stairs and Kor’i was flying alongside him, “Mar’i!”

Bruce turns to Barbara, “Get in contact to Captain Atom and Cyborg, I want them here ten minutes ago,” then to Tim, “When I bring them back here, I’m going to get blood samples of all three of them, as soon as it’s drawn, I want you running scans on them.”

Then Bruce was following Dick and Kor’i up the stairs to the living room, where Mar’i was playing with some blocks. He watches with Alfred, Kor’i and Dick holding their daughter tightly between them, deciding to wait a minute before interrupting them, then “We need blood samples; so, we can neutralize the tech.”

Dick glances up at Bruce with tears in his eyes, “O-Okay. Let’s go, my girls.” Dick stands up and Kor’i picks up Mar’i to bring to the Cave.

As he passes Bruce, Bruce places a hand on his shoulder and says, “We are going to fix this, Dick, I promise.”

“I know, Bruce. I know.”

   Love,

 Damian Grayson-Wayne

 “Baba!”

Yo, @doc-scrawls  and @nxxttime sad/angst enough?

[luigis-love]

SOUL MATE WORDS V

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 05

WORDS OF GOLD

 CHICHI

 The phone rang. Chichi looked over at her one year old Goten peacefully sleeping in a blanket and pillows nest in the living room, so she hurriedly dried her hands from the soapy water and rushed to answer. Last night, her baby had been a little sick, and she wanted nothing to disturb him when he was finally sleeping.

 -          Hello…

-          OH MY GOD, CHICHI, CHICHI, YOU WON´T BELIEVE THIS!!!

-          Oh my God, Bulma?

-          HE SAID IT OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!

-          Who said what? Are you ok???

-          VEGUETA SAID IT!!!

 For a moment, Chichi was confused and took away the phone from her ear to look at it like it was a two headed toad, but suddenly, it just clicked, and she could not avoid gasp, squeak and bark into happy noises all at the same time while trying to keep quiet and not to disturb Goten. She put it back in her ear.

 -          Oh Kami! Bulma, congratulations! I am just SO, SO happy for you! I can’t believe it!

-          YOU HAVE TO COME, NOW!! SERIOUSLY, NOW!!!

-          Oh well I… umm… well you see, Goten was sick last night.

-          WHAT! WHY DIDN´T YOU SAY THAT BEFORE???

 Chichi laughed awkwardly while a drop of sweat went down her forehead, wondering when, among all the screaming, she could have mentioned that piece of information.

 -          He is better, don´t worry. He had a little bit of colic, but he is better now.

-          Well, I am sorry if I sound like a bitch, but seriously, I. NEED. YOU. Like… NOW! If you can´t come, would you mind if I go to your place?

-          That would be lovely Bulma! I am dying to hear everything about it!

-          I´ll be there in an hour!

 PICCOLO

 Goku was an asshole. Not the first time he thought about it, and most probably not the last. He was sure.

 The green alien growled, listening to the muffled sounds of Gohan crying… AGAIN.

 It´s been two weeks since those blasted Cell Games, and the young boy could not spend a single day without blaming himself for the tragedy that had happened in his family.

 Standing on the roof, Piccolo scanned the surroundings of the mountain. It was such a quiet place, meant to peace and happiness, not to…

 -          Oh God no…

 The namek promptly turned around at the breathy voice somewhere along the house.

 It was Chichi. Under normal circumstances, he would have destroyed a wall to go see what was wrong with her, but he knew better than that. That woman was insane, and he wanted to keep his ears without bleeding.

 So he floated to the sound of the woman, who now was crying, making the namek uncomfortable, since now there were two people crying in the same house. He located the source of the sound and he looked throw the small window up in the wall of the bathroom.

 Chichi was sitting on the closed toilet, her face hidden on her right hand, while in the left she was holding a small and weird white plastic thing.

 -          What am I going to do, what am I going to do? Oh Goku, why…?

 Piccolo was completely lost. All he knew was that whatever was happening right now, Goku was an asshole.

 CHICHI

 As soon as the door opened, Bulma jumped over Chichi and hugged her until she was starting to turn blue.

 -          Oh Chichi! I am so, so, so so, so happy! I mean, I KNEW he was my soul mate, I have known it for years now! But to actually hear it!

-          Yeah well…

-          I mean, WHO ELSE could be such a disrespectful bastard like Vegeta! On that phrase?? I mean IT HAD TO BE HIM!!

-          Aja…

-          When we started to talk back during the whole Namekusein thing, I swear I almost dropped dead! I could not believe it was him! Something had to be wrong!

-          Bulma…?

-          But then time went by, and I started to feel, you know all that…

-          Bulma…?

-          And then somehow I knew, I just KNEW everything was going to be ok!

-          BULMA!

-          What??

-          Do you want a cup of coffee in the kitchen and we can sit? Maybe… breathe and talk instead of just talking and going insane by yourself? Piccolo and Gohan shall be back in maybe an hour or something. And…

 Bulma smiled brightly and just hugged Chichi again, this time in a normal way. The black haired woman smiled and hugged her back.

 Even with everything that happened to her, she was happy for her friend.

 PICCOLO

 Chichi was starting to get round.

 The namek blinked a few times, but then he decided that that weird light coming from her was not a mind trick of a strange effect of whatever thing his brain was trying to pull on him.

 Chichi was glowing.  And she was gorgeous.

 The namek shook his head. Where the hell where those thoughts coming from? He scratched his chest.

 -          Piccolo?

-          What?

-          I need you to drive me to my doctor´s appointment.

-          And why would I do that?

-          WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

 Piccolo groaned, and that sound seemed to make her screech even more. Goodbye to the stupid glow, now she was a bitch, a loud bitch and nothing more. Oh how he wanted to just toss her out the window and never have to deal with her ever again.

 Why was he even here? Is not like he cared about this damn woman…

 But he did care about Gohan, and he loved his mother.

 Piccolo groaned. He had to take care of her because she was important to Gohan, nothing more. Nothing!

 His chest itched, and he ignored it this time.

 CHICHI

 Bulma took a sip of her coffee and smiled. No matter what she did or who did it, no one made food or drink like Chichi. She looked at the other woman, and seeing little Goten sleeping made her calm a little bit.

 -          Yesterday, Vegeta and I were arguing.

-          No surprised there.

-          Yeah well… he had been gone for quite a while, after… well…

 Bulma seemed uncomfortable, and the widow knew why.

 -          Because of Goku, I guess…

-          Yeah… since he… well… since that day, he kind of… changed, he was gone most of the time, me and Trunks almost never saw him, and when he was around, he was always training in that stupid gravity chamber.

 Chichi said nothing, trying not to make the parallels between the saiyan prince and her late husband.

 -          Maybe… a week ago, I was sleeping, and I heard noises coming from Trunks intercom.  So I woke up scared, but I recognized Vegeta´s voice… I… I don´t know what he was saying, I think he was talking in his native language or something, whatever, but at the end he just, he just left Trunks and came to the bedroom, he went inside the bed and he held me from behind. I know he knew I was awake, but I didn´t want to say anything…

 The dark haired woman placed a hand on her hearth unconsciously at the romantic story, awwing at the prince´s actions.

 -          I thought things were going to change… BUT I WAS SO FUCKING WRONG!!!

-          Bulma! Shhhh!!!

-          Oh yeah, sorry, sorry. But the next day, SEIOUSLY! He kept being a stupid manner less monkey with a severe lack of education UUURGGG!!!!

-          Right…

-          And then yesterday…

 Bulma´s expression softened.

 -          Yesterday, we were arguing again, I was so pissed, so hearth broken, and… and so sick of all of this… and then well… then I opened my mouth…

 PICCOLO

 Being around a pregnant woman was just WAY too much for Piccolo. It has been seven months now, Chichi looked like a freaking balloon and she was always, always complaining about something or the other, her sore feet, her lost figure, her late husband, being hungry for this or that… he was just TIRED…

 But then, well…

 Piccolo smiled, remembering the sound of the child´s heartbeat, a sound that seemed to be made for his ears only.  Chichi felt him kick, but he heard him, and it was truly a beautiful sound, he was just in love with that sound… not that he was going to ever admit it, of course.

 And then there was that time when she invited him to touch her round beach ball stomach. That moment had been…

 The namek smiled as an idiot.  He did not know who had him more like an idiot… the mother or the unborn child. And then there was of course the older brother. Gohan smiled, laughed, made plans of how to take care of his baby brother, and everything he was going to teach to his baby brother, and all the books he was going to read for his baby brother. He was madly in love with the little one, and he was not even born yet.

 -          Is there a reason why you are smiling like an idiot? Or is it just your normal state?

 Piccolo rolled his eyes, because yeah, he loved them and all of that. Again, he was NOT going to admit it. But being near them was a little bit of overwhelming for his limited set of emotions. So he was just training with all mighty prince of the saiyans himself.

 From his position sitting on the floor, Piccolo turned around and saw Vegeta adjusting a bandage that he always used in his ankle. Seriously, he had never seen him without it, which was weird.

 In that moment, he came up for a surprise. He had been God of the planet, he knew they existed, but he did not expect Vegeta to have one.  There in his leg, in clear words going up his ankle it said “I know that you love fighting more than me”.

 CHICHI

 Bulma opened her blouse and showed her friend a part of her right breast that up until now had been covered in layers of makeup.

 In clear golden words it read “God dammit woman, you are an idiot if you think I love THAT more than you”.

 -          And what is “that” if I can ask.

-          Fighting.

 Chichi´s eyebrowns shot up and she opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

 -          That´s quite a declaration there…

-          I know.

 Bulma covered herself again and smiled, covering her breast with her hand.

 -          Well… umm… wow… just, wow… coming from him…

-          I know.

 Both ended up in silence, and Bulma saw her friend, who seemed a little bit sad.

 -          Chichi?

-          Um?

 Neither of them heard the namek and his student landing outside. Gohan was very tired, and he just allowed himself to fall on the grass, arms and legs spread out. Piccolo just shook his head with a small smile. Goten had been sick the last night and he had promised Chichi that her older son would arrive well fed and not bothering her after such a long night. Which he complied in the form of a freaking gigantic fish that the young saiyan had whipped off of existence in minutes. Seriously, it had taken the blasted thing longer to be cooked than to be eaten. His ears twitched at the voice that had not been there when they left earlier in the morning.

 -          I… I know that is private and all, but… what about you? I mean, I am sorry for being noisy but I am really, really curious… what does your mark say? Where is it?

 Piccolo´s ears twitched. Vegeta had said that was not information to be shared. He told him to cover his stupid words. He looked down at the barely changed gi he wore since that day in the desert, just a little bit wider than the normal ones he wore… big enough to cover that forsaken phrase.

 -          Oh… oh that well… you see…

 Chichi sounded uncomfortable. Piccolo wondered if he should be listening, he was seriously debating himself.

 -          I… I don´t have them.

 Bulma and Piccolo froze.

 -          What?

-          Yeah, well… I… I don´t have them.

 Chichi did not want to talk about how she used to have them. She did not want to talk about how they disappeared. She wanted to keep private the reason that there were almost no mirrors in her house.

 Bulma understood and hugged Chichi, who unaware of herself, started to silently cry.

 Outside, Piccolo flew away.

[superwolfiestar]

Partners in Time Ch. 20

Gritzy Desert

The heroes arrived back in the Mushroom Kingdom's past at Gritzy Desert: a large, barren desert in the northeastern-most part of the Mushroom Kingdom. There was a large colosseum at the heart of the desert and dark caves located under it. Cactus and buried tracks fill this hot landscape.

"Geez…it's piping hot out here!" Panchito wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's not that bad, actually… It sorta feels like Dusty Desert." Jose stated.

"I don't care…it's still hot as hell…"

"You know, you do have a point…" Jose said.

"Maybe we should go in there to cool off." Young Jose pointed to the colosseum.

"Alright, let's go in…because I'm DYING out here!" Young Panchito shouted as they went inside.

"Umm… I wouldn't go in there if I were you…" Stuffwell protested and stayed outside instead.

Then…

"WAH!"

"Ay DIOS MÍO!"

"OH. MY. BONDADE."

"…Oh…hello…"

Stuffwell heard the boys' voices from the inside. They probably saw something not good…

"%$#*$(&!" suddenly, Stuffwell heard an Alien noise next.

"RUUUUUUUUUUN!" He heard Jose's voice.

Stuffwell watched the boys running out of the colosseum in panic before noticing a Aliens at the entrance.

"Uh oh!" He quickly flees.

The Alien ordered many Aliens that were inside the colosseum to go after the heroes.

Back with the boys, they decided to hide behind one of the pillars, followed up by Stuffwell joining them. They peeked out to see the Alien leader looking around before commanding his troops to head to the left.

"I think they're gone…" Young Jose guessed as he and his brother walked out of their hiding spot, thinking they're safe.

"NO! WAIT!" Jose panicked and got in front of the babies. "What if they come back?" he warned them…only for the Alien leader to come back. "Oh, crud…"

Jose immediately ran as the Alien started to chase after them.

"Oh, brother…" Panchito sweatdropped.

"How come he gets to have all the fun?" Young Jose questioned.

"Well, not on our watch!" Young Panchito grinned. "Come on, Jose!"

With that, the two young heroes went off, chasing after the Alien.

"Ha! You saps are all wet!" a voice came.

Panchito and Stuffwell looked up and saw a spinning pink shell that went down and Young Goldie came out from it.

"Oh, hola Goldie." Panchito greeted politely.

"Waltz into the dome's front door and you're sure to get spotted and carted away lickety-split!" Young Goldie warned.

"That's what I was trying to warn you guys, actually." Stufwell eyed at Panchito.

"WAAAAAH! GET AWAY!" Jose screamed at the background during the chase.

"Keep him distracted, Jose! We got your back!" Young Jose called out, try to hit him with the hammer at the Alien.

"So what are you doing here, exactly?" Panchito asked.

"Well, here's the scoop: Princess Penumbra's gonna be arriving here any minute now!" Young Goldie said as she took a snap with her camera.

"Wait, really?!"

"Yeah, there's gonna be a big to-do celebrating the conquest of the Mushroom Kingdom!"

"GOTCHA!" Young Panchito managed to tackle someone down. However, he actually tackled Jose.

"THAT'S ME YOU'RE HOLDING DOWN!" Jose yelled.

"Oh…" Young Panchito replied nervously as he let go of Jose, who ran off as the Alien ran past the young rooster. "HEY! GET BACK HERE!" he shouted angrily as he chases after the Alien.

"And that's just the fries, guys: here's the burger! Some other royal-type's coming too!" Young Goldie continued.

"What?! No way! Could that be Donald?" Panchiro was shocked.

"Well that depends: how is this royal like, Goldie?" Stuffwell asked.

"My sources indicate this other damsel likes pink but by the way that pink ain’t his color and I think gold look great on him, oh! And it a guy, he MAY be royalty of some sort." Young Goldie is answered.

"Yep. That's definitely Boy Princess Donald." Panchito concluded.

"WHAT? Boy Princess Donald? The doll they're bringing here is Boy Princess Peach?" Young Goldie questioned.

"TAKE THIS, YOU UGLY BIG MEANIE!" Young Jose yelled and swung his hammer at the Alien, causing him to spin around but accidentally knocked down Jose. "Whoops! My bad..."

"WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU GUYS ON?!" Jose yelled in annoyance as he gets up and runs off from the Alien again.

"Boy Princess Donald came here in a time doohickey and got pinched by Princess Penumbra?!" Young Goldie said in shock.

"Yup. That basically sums up everything." Panchito said.

"I gotta get this straight… You're snooping about trying to rescue the adult Boy Princess Donald? Sounds like balloon juice to me, fellas… but what a scoop it'd be if you're on the level!"

"TAKE THAT!" Young Panchito threw his hammer at the Alien, but he sidestepped out of the way…and the hammer's head hit Jose instead.

"OWWWWW!" Jose winced in pain.

"Oops…" Young Panchito flinched.

"OH, COME ON!"

"Alrighty then! You need to get into the dome so you can nab that princess, right?" Young Goldie guessed as she strikes her pose.

"That's right." Panchito nodded.

"Well, word on the street is there's supposed to be a secret entrance around here… Word on the street ain't so specific, though, so I dunno about its whereabouts…"

The Alien went back, looking for Jose, until the youngsters appeared from behind him, with Young Jose on top of Young Panchito, and they spun their hammers together, sending the Alien flying. However, Jose was backing off directly to the babies, and because he didn't see where he was going, he was caught into the mini-tornado as well.

"WOOOOOAAAAH!" he screamed as he flew off.

"There he goes…" Young Jose watched Jose flying into the air once he and Young Panchito came back.

"What a crazy chase this was…" Young Panchito remarked.

"You're not getting in through here, regardless, so you gotta find that secret entrance!" Young Goldie said. "Here's the only dirt I got: the entrance is connected somehow to four desert statues. Now knuckle down and find that entrance, ya big lugs! I've got some sleuthing of my own to take care of. Good luck!" she then left.

"Hey, where's Jose?" Panchito asked as he looked around.

"Uh, me…" Young Panchito pointed upwards.

Eventually, Jose came crashing down faceplanted into the sand right in front of Panchito.

"Are you okay, Jose?" Panchito asked. "Where have you been?" He questioned.

"Flying…" Jose muttered in the sand while the young boys regrouped with Panchito. "Kids are a pain…"

"Well, what are we going to do now? We can't go through the front door again." Young Panchito said.

"For my sake…we shouldn't…" Jose sighed as he got up.

"I can see a couple of switches in this place as well as four Dry Bones statues. I assume those are the statues that Goldie mentioned." Stuffwell explained. "We should head to each statue and activate them. There's one at the northwest, one at the west, one at the east and one at the southeast. You guys head to each of them."

With that, the adults with their younger selves split up to each of the statues. Jose and his younger self, who were both at the eastern statue, hitting two blocks and a blue star thing flew towards the western statue.

"Okay!" both Panchitos nodded before hitting their blocks, and another blue star flew back to the eastern statue.

Eventually, both statues' mouths opened and fired a laser.

"Looks like part of it is done. Now I'll do the same with the others." Panchito said and the two roosters head off.

After doing the same instructions with both Panchitos and Joses, the lasers finally collided with each other into one pillar, and it opened the secret passage to the colosseum, which was located right above the front door.

After regrouping, the heroes went above the colosseum and walked into the entrance.

This colosseum was called the Koopaseum: a large structure with golden walls and pillars with a green floor. The dome's exterior had a circular red carpet. The heroes reached the dome's exterior, where they met up with Young Goldie.

"Gee whiz! You guys found the secret entrance after all! Color me bamboozled!" she exclaimed. "Now listen, and listen good! Princess Penumbra should be arriving any minute now! All the Aliens are gathered on the other side of this wall. Let's take a look-see through these windows!"

Everyone nodded and walked towards each of the windows and peeked.

They saw a large stadium loaded with Aliens, making it look like they were in a live-action show.

"Boy! Just look at 'em, fellas! Look at all them Aliens!" Young Goldie exclaimed.

"Golly…" Jose's eyes widened.

Soon, two Aliens walked at the front of the main stage and announced in their language:

"#(%!"

The Aliens at the audience cheered. Then, the lights went off; only laser lights were illuminating the stadium. Just then, a large Saucer arrived in and the Aliens cheered again as they saw Princess Penumbra coming down from it and landing on the stage. She walked towards the main laser light illuminating the stage as the Saucer left.

"&$!" Princess Penumbra exclaimed. "*%!" the lights lit up again. "%()!" she spoke, and the Aliens cheered. "%()!" she spoke louder, and the Aliens screamed louder. "%()!"

A Alien brought her a drink via tray. After Princess Penumbra finished her drink, she resumed speaking through her microphone: "*%!"

"EEEEEEEK!" suddenly, Donald let out a shriek as he showed up in, tied by a UFO. "Help me!"

He was dragged at the front of the stage, over a green pipe, where Petey Piranha showed up from below.

"$%*" the Aliens at the audience chanted.

"$%*!" Princess Penumbra commanded.

The UFO let go of Boy Princess Donald, and Petey Piranha ate him! Having finished his meal, Petey went back into the pipe. Princess Penumbra let out a cackle in glory, and all of the Aliens joined her.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader -”The Eiffel Tower”

Davros Hotels are considered neutral ground, internationally used for meetings, negotiations and cash only transactions: no weapons allowed, no fighting, no personal vendettas. Since you became the owner of Davros Hotel in Gotham four years ago, The Joker developed a fixation with your long legs. Why? Because you are very tall.Not a mere inch difference in height between the two of you, not at all: more like 8 inches, almost double when you wear high heels.

“This is neutral ground: no weapons allowed, no fighting, no personal vendettas. Davros Hotels are internationally used for meetings, negotiations and cash only transactions; safe haven can also be provided on case to case basis. Breaking the house rules will result in major penalties, including the membership being permanently revoked,” you explain to the new member, even if everyone already knows the oath they are committing to before they join the exclusivist organization.

“Of course, Madam President,” the man agrees without any hesitation.

You take the gold pin engraved with the letter “D” from its small box, attaching it to his suit’s collar.

“Congratulations,” you smile and he kisses your hand, getting up from his chair.

“Thank you,” Jonathan Crane strengthens his back, heading towards the two bodyguards waiting to take him to a meeting taking place on the 35th floor.

Once Scarecrow exits your office, The Joker taps his green cane on the marble floor, grinning. The Clown Prince of Crime just “happened” to be here for the short ceremony and quietly waited on the couch until you were done.

“That was emotional,” he chuckles, staring at your long legs showing from behind the glass desk.

“Mister J, are you participating in any meetings today?” you cut him off because you have a feeling he’s here without any purpose in particular.

“Nope, I’m just visiting so I can take care of my obsession,” he smirks and you don’t tolerate that kind of behavior at work.

“J, can you not?!”

“Oh, so now I’m J,” the answer doesn’t seem to impress a displeased Y/N that knows exactly what he’s referring to.

You became the owner of the Davros Hotel in Gotham four years ago and The Joker was already a member. Very hard for him to follow any regulations, but every villain, assassin or hitman that respects himself is part of the elite corporation.

From the first time he saw you, J developed a fixation with your long legs. Why? Because you are very tall. Not a mere inch difference in height between the two of you, not at all: more like 8 inches, almost double when you wear high heels.

“Please don’t make me take away your membership,” you start writing in your ledger, hoping he’ll take the hint and get lost.

“I didn’t break any house rules, Madam President,” The Joker brings to your attention and you keep on scribbling, annoyed he’s actually right. “Are you going to watch the meteor shower with me tonight?” J asks and you lift your head up, sighing. “You can bring the kid,” he points towards Emma’s picture on the desk.

“Hmm…If I can bring the kid then I might,” you mumble and return to your task while The King of Gotham continues to analyze what he came for: the fascinating pair of legs he can’t stay away from even if he’d try.

Suddenly, your hand slows down on the paper.

“I wish…” and you pause,”…I wish she could see how beautiful it is,” you gaze at him and unconsciously bite on your cheek.

“I know,” The Joker takes a deep breath and that’s probably all that he will say on the subject.

You nod a faint yes, brushing your fingers on top of the tattoo inside your left wrist: it spells “Emma” in Braille alphabet symbols.

*************

Three years ago

It was Tuesday morning and he barely got out of bed and managed to put on his boxers. J wondered if you already left, but the smell of coffee in the air meant that you were probably still there. He silently headed towards the kitchen and sneaked behind a sleepy Y/N without a word. Your back was turned and didn’t notice he was there; you had a coffee mug half empty on the counter and kept on scrolling through your cell phone.

The thing he liked the most was the fact that you were wearing one of his shirts; it was too short for you and The Joker could see the bottom of your lacy bikini.

“Morning Madam,” he growled and turned you around, kissing your breasts peeking from behind the fabric since the shirt was unbuttoned.

You just smiled and reached for the coffee maker, discretely getting away from his touch while pretending to do something useful.

“Good morning,” you poured some hot liquid for him in another mug and offered the beverage in a hurry. “I have to go; I’ll probably see you later this week, OK?”

“Busy again?” J frowned, sipping from the cup. “I want you to have breakfast with me; I don’t like to eat alone.”

“I can’t, I don’t want to be late,” you tried to go around him and he trapped you against the counter.

“Bulshit! You never stay. Why?” the blue eyes truly demanded an explanation; you could tell he was getting angry.

“Because it feels… too personal,” was the best explanation you could offer.

“And sex is not?” The Joker snarled though his clenched teeth; he seemed mad and you tried to reason with the man you spent the night with.

“Why don’t you call one of your girlfriends over, hm?” you took the cup out of his hand and set it aside, sincerely proposing a reasonable solution for the issue.

“I wanna have breakfast with you! Can’t you understand it’s an honor and a privilege to be invited to eat with The Joker?!”

“Well, it’s an honor and a privilege to sleep with Davro’s owner, so we can say we’re even. Yes?”

Before he could reply you lowered your head to kiss him, aware how much J hated to get on his toes so he can sort of reach your lips.

The reality was that The Joker didn’t want you to stay and eat with him for any other reason besides the fact that he was used to get what he wanted, when he wanted, regardless of the circumstances. You didn’t indulge his whims simply because nothing was owed to The Clown Prince of Crime.

Y/N had a different power over Gotham than The Joker’s; she was protected by the secret society’s laws and principles that not even him could touch. At least not without disastrous consequences.

“I have to be at the hotel early this morning, it’s not a lie. We have a situation in Madrid that requires immediate attention,” you tucked his green hair behind the ears, annoyed with the temper and demands. But he was great in bed and that’s why you dropped by once or twice a week, depending on your busy schedule.

J peeled his shirt off your body, tossing it to the ground.

“Go then!” he raised his voice afterwards, irritated. “Go!”

You calmly walked towards the master bedroom without a word, gathering garments scattered all over the place. He kept on glaring at the tall, naked Y/N wearing only a pair of bikini, mumbling to himself:

“Goddamn Eiffel Tower!”

You raised your hand up and waved without turning, rolling your eyes at the nickname you knew about.

“I heard that!” *************

It turned out the Madrid affair was even more serious than anticipated and it required your presence. You were set to fly to Spain the next morning at 7am,using the organization’s private jet and one of the fake identities at your disposal. Fortunately, you didn’t have to pack too many things because Davros Hotels always accommodate their owners and members with everything necessary no matter the country or location.

Searching your purse for the last details, you realized something important was missing: your yearly planner with handwritten notes, probably left at The Joker’s Penthouse. You recalled stopping by the elevator and digging in your purse for the car keys before you left, placing a bunch of items on the coffee table. It was certainly still there.

Instead of sending one of your men to get the planner, you decided to be the one to drive back to J’s place and recover it: you knew exactly where it was so might as well.

It was 9pm and Frost kind of froze when he saw you, not expecting to see you twice in the same day.

“I’m going upstairs,” you announced your intention and he pressed the button, calling the elevator for you.

“Madam President,” Jonny fake coughed,”you should know that Mister J has…umm…company.”

You chuckled, amused.

“Don’t be childish, Frost. I don’t care; I only forgot something in the lobby. It will take a moment to get.”

“Of course,” he agreed, gulping. Jonny was actually worried for no reason: you occasionally slept with his boss, nothing more. You liked your freedom and he liked his. No strings attached, plain and simple.

When the elevator’s doors opened on the 30th floor, you definitely noticed signs of some kind of party: confetti, drinks, balloons and loud music playing in the background. You tiptoed towards the coffee table, already seeing the tiny notebook was exactly where you left it.

Since the lobby directed straight into the living room, you couldn’t help but take a quick look around the premises: one girl was passed out on the couch, two others were having a pillow fight, visibly drunk and stripped down to their bras and panties. The Joker was sitting on a chair wearing a pair of sweatpants, making out with the woman sitting in his lap. She kept on grinding against him and you could tell he was very worked up about it since her outfit was super skimpy.

Busy guy… you thought and backed out towards the elevator when J saw you and it was kind of awkward, that’s why you felt the need to say something:

“I’m not here!” you shouted and rushed inside, guilty to have interrupted the fun.

Your cellphone rang before you reached the 22nd floor. The Joker’s name popped on the screen and you had to answer.

“I didn’t know you’re coming,” the deep voice sneered.

“Sorry to sneak in like that, but I forgot my planner on the coffee table. I didn’t mean to intrude,” you apologized even if you didn’t have to.

“I can send them away,” he proposed but Y/N had no intention to return that night.

“I didn’t come for sex so there’s no need. Like I said, I simply forgot my planner and I came to retrieve it. I’m flying to Madrid tomorrow and I need it.”

“How long are you gonna be away?”

“For a while, not sure. I’ll call you after I return,” you informed, somewhat flustered.

“Fine!” and J hang up without any further comments.

You sat in your SUV for a few minutes, staring at the cars in the underground parking for no reason. You dreaded your trip, but it had to be done:  Devros managers could never neglect their duties.

Even if the only thing the owner of the Devros Hotel in Gotham wanted for the moment was to call The Joker and tell him to get rid of those girls so she can spend the night with him.

**************

Madrid was a mess; took two months and a half to clear up the craziness: the owner of the Hotel was assassinated and imminent chaos menaced to strike the network in Spain since the successor was the one suspected to have killed his predecessor.

In the end it was proved the new owner was innocent and the charges were dropped, a very tired Y/N finally returning to Gotham after a long absence. You didn’t contact J at all, waiting to get better before seeing him: while abroad, you felt sick for days and ignored your health because you were simply too busy helping out the Organization. And then you found out why.

Ten days after your arrival, The Joker decided to pay you a visit: you weren’t hard to find since you lived at the Penthouse on top of Davros Hotel. He knew you were back and got pissed you didn’t call like you promised. Not because he cared, but because of his ego.

You weren’t in the mood for a meeting when security asked if J should be allowed to come to your suit, but he insisted. You left the door opened for him and he found a pale, much skinnier Y/N waiting for him in the living room, covered with a blanket.

“You didn’t come over,” The Joker criticized instead of hello, reckoning you don’t look good.

“Because I’m sick,” you signaled him to come sit by you on the sofa.

“What’s wrong?” he inquired out of pure curiosity.

You didn’t want to tell him.

Once his body was next to yours, you just fed him some lies, this way he’d leave you alone.

“Nothing to worry about; just a bug I caught while traveling. A lot of stress and sleeplessness on top of everything, you know?”

He pretended to debate, bringing up the real problem:

“So when exactly I’m going to have those long legs of yours up on my shoulders or around my waist, huh?”

Even if you were nauseated, you started laughing like you didn’t laugh in weeks.

“As soon as I’m better, OK?”

“Yeah, but when? I need a time frame,” The Joker attempted to negotiate.

“Soon,” the repeated word made him sigh, exasperated:

“Goddamn Eiffel Tower!”

“Am I that tall?” you teased, waiting for an over-the-top response and you weren’t disappointed.

“Pfft, yeah! I need a fucking stool to hop on if I want to kiss you when we’re standing!”

J expected more laughing but you seemed sad.

“We’re not standing right now…” you whispered and pulled him closer until your lips touched. ”I missed you,” you caressed his face and then leaned back on the pillows, placing your legs in his lap. He wasn’t sure about what was going on, but he wasn’t stupid: something was off.

“Is this a mating sign?” he lifted his non-existing eyebrows, starting to walk his fingers on the soft skin and yanked at your blanket, throwing it behind the couch.

You pressed your abdomen with both hands in a hurry, not expecting that action from his part.

“Can you give that back, please?!” you pleaded. 

He looked at your tummy in silence, then uttered:

“Madam President, is that a baby bump?”

How could you have denied it? You were two months pregnant when you left for Madrid and had no idea yet, plus the two months and a half spent over there…It showed.

“Yes,” you sniffled and cuddled against the pillows, a bit anxious.

“Am I the father?” the interrogation went on.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” The Joker suspiciously smacked his lips.

“Yes.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“Then who’s the father?”

“It’s none of your business!” you cut him off and then turned your attention towards the TV, watching the random movie that you couldn’t hear over your ears ringing.

J saw the tears you struggled to keep in and the frustration, deciding to drop it.

“What are we watching?” he grabbed the remote, scrolling down the channels.

You just lifted your shoulders up and refused to talk. J kept your long legs in his lap for hours until you fell asleep. Before he left, The Joker touched your tummy and grumbled, careful not to wake you up:

“Behave! You’re making your mom sick.”

***************

It was such a difficult pregnancy followed by an excruciating delivery; you were miserable the whole time, some days you couldn’t even muster the energy to go to your office on the 27th floor so you just worked from home while bedridden. Thankfully, you had trustworthy people helping and it made the process easier. You avoided J as much as possible, which wasn’t hard since he didn’t show up at Davros for meetings or transactions anymore. He certainly had his girlfriends to have fun with, plus your priorities changed also.

After your water broke, you were in labor for almost 24 hours. It was a very complicated birth and the doctors had to perform an emergency C-section in order to save the baby.

Emma brightened your existence at 2:03am on a Saturday, but the medical team had to give you bad news: at the preliminary examination, it was determined that your daughter was born blind.

The announcement was a serious blow to your mental state: the tiny miracle in your arms didn’t deserve such faith and you couldn’t stop crying, blaming yourself for what happened to her.

They kept you at the private hospital for eight days until you were given the ok to return home. The new mother was tired, depressed and heartbroken, even if the numerous specialists that further evaluated your daughter’s eyesight said that a few options might be possible once she was older: eye surgeries and even corneal transplant. No guarantees anything would work, of course.

The Joker showed up at your Penthouse one month after Emma’s birth. He convinced the security team not to announce his arrival and had to pull a lot of strings, but he was able to get in your suit, trying to guess where the baby’s bedroom was among the 14 rooms. J found it upstairs, right by the master bedroom.

You were pacing around, talking to the little one:

“This is mommy. Can you feel me?” you touched your cheeks with the small hands, smiling at her. Emma fussed and you covered her in kisses, seconds later bursting into tears. “Mommy’s so sorry…” you gently rocked her, hoping she would fall asleep. “I don’t know what I did wrong…I’m so sorry sweetheart,” and you wiped your tears when you heard the knock on the cracked door.

“Can I come in?”

You stared at The Joker, surprised to see him there. He placed the huge bouquet of flowers on the recliner you often slept in and waited.

“With all due respect Madam President, I must say you look like crap,” he kept a straight face while pronouncing the words. You didn’t react in any way and he found it imperative to converse more:

“I came to offer my congratulations,” J pointed towards your daughter and you mumbled a faint thank you. “Can I look at her?” he approached and you didn’t stop him. “Is it true that our baby is blind?” he nonchalantly brought it up, hovering over the little Princess you were holding.

“Y-yes,” you admitted to both questions, sobbing even if you tried to control your composure.

It’s just been so hard and him being there didn’t help.

“That sucks,” The Joker puckered his lips and hinted: “You know it’s not your fault, right? She’s healthy otherwise?”

You nodded a yes, blowing your nose in a tissue and J sighted:

“It’s not the end of the world, Madam President. Can I hold her?”

You hesitated, but gave in and handed Emma over to The Joker. She yawned and he could see her eyes couldn’t focus; they were a very light, unnatural blue shade.

“All these cute things I bought for her and she can’t see them,” you remorsefully sniffled and didn’t understand why he gestured for you to sit down on the pink couch. You complied though and J turned off the light, slowly finding his way towards an upset Y/N.

“Shit it’s dark!” he complained and you worried he’ll stumble and drop the baby.

“What are you doing?!” you asked and extended your arms until you felt him and guided him to sit beside you.

“There, this way we can see what she sees, which is apparently …nothing.”

He wondered what you were thinking about but the mystery solved itself when your head rested on his shoulder and softly said:

“It’s not that dark once you get used to it…”

******************

“You know this is mommy, yeah?” you snickered and tickled the seven months old Emma, touching her nose with yours. She babbled and cooed, recognizing her mother’s voice. She was crawling around in the padded bedroom, especially set up for her because you didn’t want your daughter to hurt herself.

“Such a good girl,” you praised and let her feel your face and then kissed the little fingers. 

“Com’ere, Pumpkin!” The Joker clapped and his little girl excitedly screamed: another voice she recognized and crawled towards the source of the noise, almost losing her balance. The Joker waited for her to reach his feet and then lifted her up, tossing her in the air and she giggled each time he caught her. It always made you so content to see her happy. And it made you happier when J showed interest towards his daughter.

“OK, daddy’s tired,” J huffed after a few rounds, placing Emma back on the padded floor and giving her the binky. “Pfew, she’s getting heavy,” he over exaggerated and collapsed next to her. Emma started rattling toys she couldn’t see, thrilled about the noise nevertheless and tried to climb over him without success.

You were organizing some books on the shelves, a ton of bedtime stories in Braille alphabet and how to read Braille, lots of things you collected and learned in order to be able to help your baby in the future. You finished and turned around to see what Emma was doing: she was snuggling with J’s purple coat and he was watching her, puzzled.

“I don’t know why she likes it so much; she can’t even see the vibrant color,” he taunted and attempted to pull it away from her. She whimpered and you had to explain:

“Emma likes it because it smells like you; that’s she recognizes us: by our voices, scent and the shape of our faces.”

You were ready to protest him taking the coat from her, but he cuddled with Emma, squeezing her chubby cheeks:

“The real thing is better, hm? You don’t need the coat.”

*****************

1pm today

“Mommy is as tall as The Eiffel Tower,” J addresses his sleepy daughter, ranting about random stuff like he always is.  

“Fafel?” the innocent reproduction of the French landmark makes him laugh like a maniac; the two year old is entertaining as hell.

“Precisely!” he kisses Emma’s forehead as a reward and tucks her and the teddy bear under the sparkly comforter for the afternoon nap. “Mommy is the President of Davros in Gotham, which is a very cool job and daddy is a King, also a remarkable occupation,” The Joker boasts even if the little girl has no clue about what he’s rambling.

“Da’yy, whe’s mommy?” she pouts because your daughter didn’t hear you in a while.

“Mommy’s at work right below us. After you wake up we’ll go see her, alright?”

“U-hum,” she squeezes her fluffy toy closer and The Joker waits until she is completely out before calling over the nanny so he can visit you on the 27th floor.

He barely made himself comfortable on the couch when the secretary announced:

“Mister Jonathan Crane is here for his inauguration.”

“Tell him to come in,” you get up and prepared the gold pin to give to the new Davros member.

“Madam President, can I participate in this solemn moment?” the devilish silver smile makes you doubtful on the request. “I promise I’ll behave.”

“It’s better if you don’t,” a sour Y/N replies, but it is too late: Scarecrow enters the office and J attends the short ceremony. Actually was quiet for once and behaved.

Until Jonathan left, of course.

****************

Since The Joker invited you over to his Penthouse to watch the meteor shower, you plan to spend the night there with Emma. After dinner, you got out on the terrace, read a few stories to her and she dozed off in her dad’s arms. The swing is holding the three of you while you and J wait for the celestial show to begin.

“How I wish she could see this,” you stroke her long hair. “Can you imagine how stunned she would be?” you brush your lips against the toddler’s closed eyelids.

“Maybe one day she will,” he growls and elbows you. “Hey, do you know I had to cancel an orgy so you two can come over?”

“Wow, you never cease to amaze me. You’re just so selfless,” the lack of enthusiasm in your voice prompts more nonsense:

“Indeed. I think I deserve some kind of compensation,” The Joker lustfully stares at your long legs. 

“Oh, I think it’s starting!” you squeal, interrupting his enthusiasm. “I’ll turn off the lights in the living room,” the hyper Y/N strolls inside and swiftly returns to her spot on the swing.

“It’s pretty dark out here,” J frowns because he got ignored and you kiss his neck, smiling:

“It’s not that dark once you get used to it…”

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[aeoki]

Toyland - Chapter 2

Location: Student Council Room Characters: Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi & Wataru

TL Note:

In Japanese schools, students and teachers are required to have two pairs of shoes: outdoor shoes before stepping in the school building and indoor shoes specifically worn inside the school building.

Eichi: Welcome, adorable Touri. I see you’re here too, Yuzuru. There’s no need to hesitate – come in ♪

Touri: U-Umm! There’s a favour I want to ask you, President…

Eichi: A favour? I can’t decline anything you ask for, Touri.

Have we perhaps been asked to perform at the shopping district where a new toy store will be opened soon? And you wish to take part as “fine”.

I assume that’s the gist of it?

Touri: W-What? How did you know!? Yuzuru, you didn’t tell the President behind my back, did you?

Yuzuru: Naturally, I would never do so without your permission, Young Master. It’s a matter that’s been kept private, so I also wonder how the President knows.

…Oh, I see. Then that would make complete sense.

Touri: H-Hey, don’t leave your master out of the loop! Yuzuru, tell me what’s going on~!

Yuzuru: The President is in charge of handling a section of the Tenshouin family’s business.

If I’m not mistaken, the President is managing the entertainment sector, correct?

Eichi: Fufu, I didn’t think you would remember what I said when we were simply chatting before. As expected of you, Yuzuru. I’m impressed…♪

Yuzuru: I’m honoured to hear that. In any case, It appears the President is aware of the matter at hand, so I assume there’s no need for an explanation.

If you’re happy to take on the task, I’m sure Hibiki-sama will agree to take part as well.

Eichi: I’m not so sure. I think he might say something like “Not choosing to take part may be quite fun in itself as well ☆”.

Wataru: How cold, Eichi. You still said that despite fully knowing that I’ve been here the whole time. Are you teasing me?

Eichi: Oh? Wataru, how long have you been here? I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you at all.

Wataru: I was floating in the area in the hot air balloon and heard your voices. I then entered the room via the window.

Entering with my outside shoes[*] would be going against the rules, so I’ve changed into my indoor shoes. Now, that wouldn’t be an issue, would it?

Eichi: I hadn’t intended on reprimanding you for breaking the rules or not, but you’re elusive like a phantom.

My heart won’t be able to keep up if you don’t come to school in a more normal fashion. And it’ll be the end of the line for me if my heart were to stop.

But it appears you still see me as a necessary existence in your life.

I haven’t seen Touri grow his wings and take flight – Though it may be disgraceful, I shall cling to however much life I have left…♪

Touri: Yeah! If you’re gone, then I wouldn’t know what to do…!

Don’t say something that would make me worry, okay?

Eichi: Fufu, I won’t leave you behind, adorable Touri.

So don’t worry and dry those tears. It pains me to see your lovely face strained with them.

Touri: Okay! I love you so much, President~ *Snuggle snuggle* ♪

Wataru: My, he’s acting rather spoiled in public…

Himegimi is truly a pampered child. I wonder when the day will come for him to graduate from a chick who has only relied on his parents for food.

No matter, let us watch over him as he slowly but surely makes progress.

Eichi is keeping me in this world so it would be a shame to leave without experiencing the joys of it.

Toys bring happiness to children. And children are the ones who will shoulder the future, so granting happiness to them will be an investment for the future.

It seems it’s a request from outside the school and I do not seek any particular form of reward… However, the frank opinions from a child are priceless.

With that fact alone, this will be a job worth taking part in.

Eichi: I’m thinking of acknowledging it as an official dreamfest.

Wataru: I assume… this is not about nepotism.

You have a tendency to spoil Touri but you would not do so unconditionally. There’s something that will benefit you, isn’t there, Eichi?

Eichi: Fufu, I can’t fool your eyes, Wataru.

If the shopping district flourishes, then the number of customers who will visit their stores will increase. There may be people who will take an interest in Yumenosaki amongst those customers.

By showing what we’re capable of and children become interested in idols, Yumenosaki’s image will naturally become better.

The more popular we become, the more work we can find as well. And if good jobs increase, our options will also increase.

But even so, we can only hold four large-scale dreamfests per year, so we cannot assign it to the same rank.

It’ll have to be in the form of an “S2” that’s held once a month. Will you be fine with that, Touri?

Touri: I’m already super happy that it’ll be officially recognised as a dreamfest. Thank you, President~♪

If we have a budget, then we could invite another unit… No, “fine” will be fine by ourselves.

There won’t be any space for another unit to join – “fine” is number one…♪

Eichi: If there’s someone you want to invite, then by all means, you can.

“fine” is all about elegance, after all. It wouldn’t be the unit most suitable for children.

Perhaps due to the declining birth rate, there has been an increase in toys aimed towards adults as well. But toys are something that belongs to children.

It would be better if there is a unit that can make children happy with their performances.

Touri: Hmm~ What sort of performance would make kids happy? Do you have any ideas, Yuzuru?

Yuzuru: Let’s see… The Aoi Brothers did juggling during “Circus”, but perhaps a performance similar to that would make children happy.

The twins were also surrounded by children during “Halloween Party” and were very popular with them.

Touri: Hinata is always hyper and childish like a kid. I guess kids must like him because they give off the same kind of scent, unlike me ♪

Yuzuru: Young Master, you’re quite childish yourself.

…Ahem. In any case, you’re in the same class as Yuuta-sama, so why don’t you take the opportunity to invite him?

Touri: It’ll be something worthwhile for them too~ Maybe they’ll be so thankful to me they might cry. Heheh, they better bow their heads…☆

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[clubpenguinheadcanons]

Decided to play Club Penguin: Elite Penguin Force

Okay, so this was a while ago that i played through it, but i wrote this down and never submitted it. Since, idk, didn’t think to. And, well...ah, felt like sharing it. Not really headcanons, just me reacting with this silly stuff that goes on. 

So apparently Jet and Rookie are already EPF agents when you are in the game.

For some reason, the character you play isn’t a PSA agent? Or are they??? They make it seem that you don’t know about the PSA and the likes, but at the same time, you know that Rookie is a PSA agent?? So umm, did Rookie’s info get leaked or something?

Herbert isn’t in the cave when you go down to save Rookie (the door isn’t there). The game was released in November 2008, which was long after Mission 6: Questions for a Crab (January 2008). So I guess Herbert really did dip the moment you found his Secret Hideout.   

Also holy fuck, the EPF was released around the same time Herbert was discovered. 

Well, Rookie sucks at survival as well. 

As well that Rookie and Jet were a part of the EPF for that long, I wonder what made them go to that status so quick? 

With mission 4 with finding G, I think Agent would be concerned, cause a friend is missing .3. Surprised they weren’t like in this “WHOO’S GARRY?!”

Never mind, you need to ask who Gary is before you can even proceed with finding him. 

I am now headcanoning that this is some android, okay I kid. But still.  

“Maybe he took a day off?” Hehe, yeah, and he would just up and leave the Director hanging. Good call Agent!

Found G dead in the Mines.

Okay, he ain’t dead, justs with a bump on the head and in pain while trapped under a mine cart.

Gotta use the convenient hot geyser to fill the convenient resilient balloons to free him.

“Hey, the mine cart is heading up to the stalagmites! “Don’t you mean stalactites?”  You nerds, trying to remember the right words instead of making sure the cart doesn’t land on either of you. 

I swear, I was half worried it would fall on Gary, or on the player character. 

That would be hilarious though, "You saved me!” *cart falls on him* “...” (ok not really, but my humor is fucked up). 

Or like so close to them that they just fall into the pit. 

WHO’S DAT IN THE SHADOWS?!

Found G, his memory is fuzzy, but hey he’s alive!

Okay skipping past finishing the Puffle Training. 

Also, PH is adorable, sleeping in a bubble that her puffles captured her in. 

I am glad that they redesigned her. 

Helping G with the Snow Trekker! 

Rookie questioning the Cafe Shop Owner. Cute!

“Man G, you’re gonna test run this?” “PFFTT ME?! Nah, you will Agent!” 

Okay, not exact words, but like I’m just thinking of Agent just being like “...fuck...I knew this would happen...” 

Agent gets wrapped into test driving things they don’t want to test drive. 

“ME?!” “You seem excited Agent” G mistakes their fear voice for excitement, or is sarcastic. 

Test drove it, seems that this Agent just loves the Snow Trekker. 

No really, this Agent cannot BELIEVE that THE Snow Trekker is REAL

Got the Robot Locator

G REMEMBERS EVERYTHING NOW GUYS HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING

So apparently he made robots to test drive his more dangerous prototypes. 

I’m putting this down as Agent told G to be more careful with who he lets to test drive.

Then they became sentient 

JESUS THE ROBO-LOCATOR IS HUGE

ITS SUPPOSE TO BE ON YOUR BACK

HOW THE HELL DID AGENT PICK IT UP LIKE A POCKET THING

G confirmed for shit cart surfing skills

GOTTA FIND ALL THE CLUES

Help Rookie with welding the ticket booth together

Wait, doesn’t he have the Elite Puffles as well?

Help Jet with fishing

Damnit, Jet you lazy, not wanting to fish. 

Okay, all of these agents are lazy and Agent here is on intern status to do all the things they don’t want to do. Clearance, smearance. 

“Robot art school” Don’t be mean Jet. That’s how a world war starts. Oh wait, the robot would have to be rejected from...okay moving on.

Damn it G you and your sentient robots. 

Got the thing to deactivate them! 

*Goes into Gift Shop* *Robot is trying to steal vault door* “Threat level, low, continue to steal vault door* “YOU SON OF A-”

Welp, got the wheelie bot out of the way. As well that it was being stripped of it’s parts.

Got the other two bots now!

Yet they were sending an activation signal? HMMMM

Aww, a play, for me?

Lol Art is done by the yellow puffle.

Wait. Something happened! Time to “Save the Day Once Again!”

THE DIRECTOR CALLED

ISLAND WIDE EMERGENCY

TIEM TO GO TO CPI

Wait..that’s 9 years too earlier. 

Also G isn’t here...so like???

No monitors online and the puffles are gone!

Yup, G got taken. 

TO HQQQQ

OMG PH IS SO UPSET 

WE’LL GET THE PUFFLES DARLING

ALSO HOLY FUCK BIG HOLE IN THE LAB

“I’ll take the Snow Trekker!”

Okay yeah this Agent loves the snow trekker

“Never remember this hole bieng so robot shaped before” NO SHIT AGENT

“Wait a minute! This must be a hideout...” I feel like Agent would know that from like...being trapped in Herbert’s befoer. 

“for a *GASP* GIANT ROBOT” HOLY FUCKING SHIT I HC THIS AGENT HAS SPONGEBOB’S VOICE FUCK

GARY IS IN THE HEAD 

I guess he is teh “brains” of this operation

Okay sorry not sorry 

The robots built this giant robot based on Gary’s sketches. Damn...they good. 

“Hey you, whatever you are! Put G down!” PSSHHHHHH

“Don’t worry G, I’ll save you!” Okay, like now I just head canon Agent says that any time shit does down and G is gone. 

WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID IT GET INTO TOWN

DA FAQ AGENT 

“It’s a relief to see you, Agent! The Ultimate Proto-Bot is ruining everything!” I feel like the first part was sarcastic. 

So the robot can sneeze

JESUS FUCK G ARE YOU OKAY THE ROBOT LITERALLY FELL OVER

Okay it didn’t fall over, just lost balance

AYY BLAST GOT FREE

TO THE DOCKS

KNOCKED IT

ON NO IT WENT INTO THE WATER

OMG IT IS SPIN DRYING 

Rookie is using the rubber ducky. Bless your heart

Omg poor puffle got sick xD 

Got Flit, and now that robo is flying

HEY LET’S HIT THE ROBOT WITH AN ANVIL

Knocked it down

Bouncer is free!

Time to jet pack fly to them!

HIT IT’S BOILER

NOW IT CAN’T FLYY

Thank god it landed into the snow

IMagine it missing teh mountain

liek jesus...good bye G.

WOO Got Chirp!

Chirp broke that glass like a pro!

Pop is free and G’s glass prison is broken!

Fuck no more jetpack. 

G was able to freed by making a bubble. 

Well that’s a sad robot

Deactivated finally!

Woohoo! I won! 

Welp, that’s the main story!

[airoasis]

"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

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"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

Ted, in case you had three needs, what would it not be? Three needs, God I don’t know fairly. What, I think the primary one can be … World Peace and then maybe an end to starvation and … More money for hospitals and that type of factor fair sufficient Ted. And yourself Dougal, what would your three needs be? Oh, I do not know i am joyful adequate fairly relatively you would not want some thing at all? No, i don’t feel so can not suppose of anything anyway You wouldn’t say you wanted a massive car to power round in? That’d be awesome riding around in a significant car.That’d be one yeah, how fantastic? And what could be your 2d desire? Oh, no, that’ll be first-rate. No the vehicle will likely be exceptional you’ll wish to be a rock star or some thing like Elvis? God yeah, oh, i’d love to be a rock famous person like an Elvis or whatever. Oh, that’d be top notch so Your 1/3 desire if you happen to had one? Oh, no, no that’ll be satisfactory. Significant vehicle, and i was Elvis.That’d be grand would not you like say umm… This cup Oh, God yeah i’d love that cup. If I had that cup and i used to be Elvis and that i was in a colossal auto , that’d be exquisite you have by no means had a lot of an creativeness. Have you Dougal? No you’re proper there Ted Are you sure you will not have some tea Paul? No, i’m excellent proper Would you adore me to activate the television? No, thanks. I am high-quality correct have you visible father Shorton at all recently? No I was pondering, what would he be, would he be eighty now? Feel so oh Dougal. You wanted to have a word , will not be a moment see you in a minute father What’s up with you Ted? Who’s that? I had to get out of there who is it Ted? Now Dougal…Do not overreact fair ample proper it’s father Stone Dougal stand up Oh Ted no, now not him it’s him allright. God almighty. I know Why did not you tell him not to come Ted. You said… You promised after the last time? I tried but it’s like looking to talk to a wall with a mustache. Oh my God I hate it those awful protracted silences Why didn’t you misinform him? Huh? I did I instructed him great large massive lies with feckin bells putting off them have you learnt what it’s like? It’s like seeking to ask the holy mother to discontinue appearing to schoolyards right Dougal you’ve received to keep me enterprise. No, no back once more, hah Sorry Paul. You keep in mind Dugal? Ah yes Of path you do. Certain you have to’ve been coming right here for… How many years is it now? Few anyway SIX six years each summer.So what time you are going back the next day? I could stay What? Mentioned, I would keep How long? Good, I do not know. Few weeks, probably Few weeks? Sorry about that Ted. Fell over Tea fathers. Any one for a high-quality cup…? Oh, no, it’s father Stone Do you no longer have got to get again to your parish? No, now not for a at the same time anyway. Ha ha ha right, it’s it can be simply that there’s a obstacle in that umm Dougal and i were pondering of doing some thing … What was it we have been thinking of doing Dougal? The article there? Yes? Sure, what was once the object we have been going to do together um sure? Yeah? What was once it and factor and massive factor it used to be and vacations happening vacations that’s excellent.I’m going to intellect the position wait wait . It wasn’t that we have been happening holidays in any respect. It was once something else We have been going to do that way no one can stay in the apartment What was once it? We we we were going to… Have the paintings rehung? Oh incredible top notch memory there? Have you ever noticed they’re all crockett. I mean what kind of an angle is that? Mad attitude ha ha so that you can not stay right here. It can be too hazardous see couldn’t be here when folks are transferring paintings throughout the location So the place will you go? Inn most of the time that is quality. I will go with you Sorry Paul. I just have whatever to assert to Dougal God suppose Dougal feel okay. I’ll do the considering Ted Jack. God if he sees him christ almighty. I’m going to have got to break it to him gently appear you’re taking Paul out and i’m going to go… You’re now not leaving me by myself with him Ted Dougal oh, no Ted. No sorry about that I simply can’t now there isn’t a method, so well.Are you going to tell Jack? I’m going to get me coat Paul? Dougal goes for a stroll would you like to join him? No, i’m great. Are you certain you is not going to go, it can be lovely? No, thanks. No. I’m first-class. Well. It can be just that Dougal wishes to exhibit you some thing it is very most important Is it? Sure very very fundamental this would be the important thing you’ll be able to ever see Eh? Yes correct. So you’ll be able to go so? No i am satisfactory. Thanks i will see it again sometime. Let’s be honest. It can be now not that Dougal desires to exhibit you anything. It is that there’s a hearth in the apartment, and also you have got to go away hearth? I did not need to get you into a panic cuz it can be most effective a small hearth however however it would unfold and in case you died in it i might certainly not forgive myself so in case you’d simply go along with Dougal, i’m going to combat the blaze right so you are going? Yeah, there’s a hearth first-class do not fear about me. A drop of water will do the trick So have you ever noticeable father Shorton today? No Oh, yeah, I suppose he have to be about 80 now? I suppose so Father father are you wide awake? Father Father we have now a visitor So how’s the whole thing then? Okay Feck off ??? Cheerio Jack long past to mattress then Ted.Sure. He was once a little worn out correct good, I suppose my bath can be in a position through now am i able to aid you Paul? No i’m great i’m um Having a bath it can be simply I need to go to the bathroom correct, go forward time for bed it’s most effective half seven? Sure, but I have got to be up at 11:00 within the morning Dougal, you higher get some relaxation too I can not take much more of this Ted. I do know i know Six years, you would suppose that by means of now he’d have received the message Do you consider that time Ted once we knew he was once coming and we pretended to be in rome? Huh? God yeah, that was amazing someone else would go fair enough and just no longer flip up five days in the attic No food no water rats all over the place If most effective we concept of it this 12 months How did you meet him in the first location? He was introduced to me by way of father Jim Dugan.We have been at a conference Dugan got here up and mentioned this is father Stone and ran out of the building simply ran straight out of the constructing So we started talking yeah? Well, I began speaking you know the way he is and just to break the silence I invited him to stay you realize only for some thing to say. The following day, the following day he arrived on the island Oh God if you happen to do not ought to say whatever really simply sits there. I mean, what does he get out of it? I’m hoping he’s gone earlier than your birthday get together anyway.Oh, he can be lengthy long past through then. What is it three weeks away? Excellent God appear at the time. I would better be going Ted. Oh, any one want a elevate? Dougal Fecking Please God, please, please get rid of him. I don’t care the way you do it. Simply please do away with him Do you need cash? Whatever you need. Identify any charge? We must go house Ted. Believe about it Dougal. Consider about sitting in the dwelling room. Oh, yeah, I feel it can be clearing up now anyway everything’s blowing over there Ted under no circumstances intellect. Simply have a go Golf ye? Yeah, crazy golf ball. Not precisely the u.S. Masters Will you could have a go father? Oh. No Are you sure, it’s very enjoyable? Oh yeah Ted exquisite. You’ve gotten a go Go on, it’s even less difficult, now that the windmill is just not on the best way There you go. What’s the worst thing can happen? Oh, God Dougal it’s all my fault do not be silly Ted. So what did you do, pray for him to be hit through lightning? No, of direction not I I asked him to intervene by hook or by crook, but this can be a bit a lot. What are you considering of? Who would’ve concept that being hit by means of lightning would land you in a clinic What what are you speakme about of direction it can land you in a sanatorium. Well. It’s not normally that serious is it Ted I mean, I was once hit with the aid of lightning a couple of times. I by no means had to go to clinic sure, Dougal, however you are distinct from most men and women. All that happened to you as balloons saved sticking to you God, I hate hospitals Ever realize it’s more often than not sick people who end up in hospitals? Yeah, they all come here Ted.Of course you’re a goner at the minute you walk in via the door i would decide on to take my chances in the real world Ted. You understand regardless of how in poor health I was i might by no means go under the hammer below the knife Dougal below the Hammers auctioneering. Very well. Yeah consider that movie Ted the place your man has his head transplanted onto a fly and the fly’s head is transplanted onto the man Oh, yes what was that known as? Out of Africa? I feel anyway you know your man has the pinnacle of the fly and he is chasing his spouse all over the place the position and he or she you realize she’s seeking to conceal the Jam and the whole lot so he will not get… Discontinue sufficient sufficient. I have got to discontinue you there Dougal. Yes, Ted. No reason. I simply must discontinue you brand new emergency. What’s it in these days healthcare professional? We have no idea I think it is a combo of Babycham and Harvick by and large all that was left after the social gathering Father Stone’s been in there a very long time hasn’t he? Consider he’s useless? More commonly doing checks. What style of exams common talents? No won’t get much out of him in that condition.No no medical checks So how would he know about that Ted? There he goes. He can move when he wishes to You stupid bastard you could have really achieved it this time. You started it you slag. Next time i will finish the job I… Fathers John hey, Mary good, uh, what are you doing here father? Um a buddy of ours had a bit of of an accident? Oh expensive. What occurred to you, that appears nasty? Ah certain. It’s nothing father. It is just a headache do not know why I troubled coming quite Is that blood? Oh God no no i do not believe so. I just got a slight nick with a knife when Mary used to be hanging the bandage on it can be uh it’s no longer a stab wound definite, he’s great You seem like you’ve been in the wars your self mary. Ah it can be only a sprain father.It’s nothing. I’ll slip it in a bag of cold it is now not damaged. Whether it is sure, what the hell. I am hoping your buddy will get better next time. Shut up you historical bitch. They are a beautiful couple don’t seem to be they John and Mary? They are all right. How for much longer are they gonna be in there? On Ted we infrequently even understand whilst you think about it does he have so much of a loved ones sure moms and dads are alive and he has a brother. I feel a medical professional in america health care professional wow huh, you would not consider that would you but that’d simply be fairly common? The favorite son would emerge as a doctor after which the fool brother would be sent off to the priesthood your brother’s a surgeon is not he sure Ha health care provider. How’s the sufferer? He is putting in there. It can be generally shock. First-rate. Well, that is no longer severe well, it can be particularly serious a bolt of lightning can do a lot of harm. Can it? Sure, his reactions are very negative on the second he is consistently been like that very terrible reactions.That is average for him. Really he is now not reacting in any respect to any stimulus once more i would not worry about it. That’s allways been seem father. I’m a medical professional and i know that it’s now not typical to fail to react to stimulus i’m certain it’s seem appear appear at this See it can be a factor with priests we’ve got our minds on extra non secular issues, so i wouldn’t fear about it well, no, I feel i’ll worry about it. Oh oh God, k? Do we see him, i would like to claim a prayer. Sure, all proper father this way As you’ll find we still have not been capable to eliminate the golf club Why is not he in bed? It is tough to get him into a cozy role when he’s in that stance however you are right.He’s been on his toes lengthy sufficient. Looks like a trophy He does somewhat. I’m sorry. I handiest just heard oh Paul Come on, Mrs.. Stone. We now have acquired to get him into mattress father might you You must be father Crilly. Sure i am. Oh God bless you father. God bless you Father that is my husband Ermet. Oh, God father. It is horrible father it can be horrible God forgive me for utilizing the Lord’s title in vain but Jesus Christ how horrible this is this father it’s it is horrible horrible I tell ye i could not have mentioned it higher meself terrible is the word father horrible I let you know father horrible is too small a phrase our God Jesus too small a phrase when you appear at what you are doing to your mom you lazy little bastard.You’re vain Father, i am sorry him triggered you all this crisis God forgive me for pronouncing this but would not have been higher if he’d been killed acquired us all upset Jesus father what you ought to think of him and us for bringing him into the sector My God i go out for a drink father would you join me? I’m going to stay here for the second. Okay. See you later correct and this is Mommy hi there i do know what you are up to God you understand father, Paul thinks the sector of you. Oh indeed he does he by no means stops speaking about you father Ted says this father Ted says that He worships you father He comes again from Craggy Island and he’s counting the days, so he can go back again actually seem He has a chart and he crosses off the times as they move via and right down to the bottom of the chart father photograph of yourself oh, God. I took his paintings as good father. He did this one for you God, what is it? It can be his coronary heart? Do some thing! Oh? Dougal, Dougal Dougal! Mr..Stone, might you include me? I would like you to fill out some forms. Is he going to be all correct? We’re doing all we can however he is rather in poor health. Just hope for the exceptional All correct health practitioner. Come on Mommy The historic woman she knows she is aware of it’s all my fault How would she comprehend that? They have got methods, historic ladies are towards God than we’ll ever be They get to that age and they are not looking for the operation anymore.They’ve received the direct line She knows all right and who would blame her for being angry with me. It can be all my fault. Why did I do it ,oh? Carry him again. I not ever ment you to take him away. There was once no want for the lightning you understand I did not imply that that was once simply silly Please God deliver him again. I swear We safeguard him.He can stay as long as he desires Ah no Ted. Shut up Dougal! Please I swear i’ll protect him for the leisure of my days, please just do this one thing Ah come on, please I swear Paul you’re back. Oh Lord it’s a miracle.General practitioner! Paul? Can i get you anything in any respect? No, i’m great .

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"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

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"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

Ted, in case you had three needs, what would it not be? Three needs, God I don’t know fairly. What, I think the primary one can be … World Peace and then maybe an end to starvation and … More money for hospitals and that type of factor fair sufficient Ted. And yourself Dougal, what would your three needs be? Oh, I do not know i am joyful adequate fairly relatively you would not want some thing at all? No, i don’t feel so can not suppose of anything anyway You wouldn’t say you wanted a massive car to power round in? That’d be awesome riding around in a significant car.That’d be one yeah, how fantastic? And what could be your 2d desire? Oh, no, that’ll be first-rate. No the vehicle will likely be exceptional you’ll wish to be a rock star or some thing like Elvis? God yeah, oh, i’d love to be a rock famous person like an Elvis or whatever. Oh, that’d be top notch so Your 1/3 desire if you happen to had one? Oh, no, no that’ll be satisfactory. Significant vehicle, and i was Elvis.That’d be grand would not you like say umm… This cup Oh, God yeah i’d love that cup. If I had that cup and i used to be Elvis and that i was in a colossal auto , that’d be exquisite you have by no means had a lot of an creativeness. Have you Dougal? No you’re proper there Ted Are you sure you will not have some tea Paul? No, i’m excellent proper Would you adore me to activate the television? No, thanks. I am high-quality correct have you visible father Shorton at all recently? No I was pondering, what would he be, would he be eighty now? Feel so oh Dougal. You wanted to have a word , will not be a moment see you in a minute father What’s up with you Ted? Who’s that? I had to get out of there who is it Ted? Now Dougal…Do not overreact fair ample proper it’s father Stone Dougal stand up Oh Ted no, now not him it’s him allright. God almighty. I know Why did not you tell him not to come Ted. You said… You promised after the last time? I tried but it’s like looking to talk to a wall with a mustache. Oh my God I hate it those awful protracted silences Why didn’t you misinform him? Huh? I did I instructed him great large massive lies with feckin bells putting off them have you learnt what it’s like? It’s like seeking to ask the holy mother to discontinue appearing to schoolyards right Dougal you’ve received to keep me enterprise. No, no back once more, hah Sorry Paul. You keep in mind Dugal? Ah yes Of path you do. Certain you have to’ve been coming right here for… How many years is it now? Few anyway SIX six years each summer.So what time you are going back the next day? I could stay What? Mentioned, I would keep How long? Good, I do not know. Few weeks, probably Few weeks? Sorry about that Ted. Fell over Tea fathers. Any one for a high-quality cup…? Oh, no, it’s father Stone Do you no longer have got to get again to your parish? No, now not for a at the same time anyway. Ha ha ha right, it’s it can be simply that there’s a obstacle in that umm Dougal and i were pondering of doing some thing … What was it we have been thinking of doing Dougal? The article there? Yes? Sure, what was once the object we have been going to do together um sure? Yeah? What was once it and factor and massive factor it used to be and vacations happening vacations that’s excellent.I’m going to intellect the position wait wait . It wasn’t that we have been happening holidays in any respect. It was once something else We have been going to do that way no one can stay in the apartment What was once it? We we we were going to… Have the paintings rehung? Oh incredible top notch memory there? Have you ever noticed they’re all crockett. I mean what kind of an angle is that? Mad attitude ha ha so that you can not stay right here. It can be too hazardous see couldn’t be here when folks are transferring paintings throughout the location So the place will you go? Inn most of the time that is quality. I will go with you Sorry Paul. I just have whatever to assert to Dougal God suppose Dougal feel okay. I’ll do the considering Ted Jack. God if he sees him christ almighty. I’m going to have got to break it to him gently appear you’re taking Paul out and i’m going to go… You’re now not leaving me by myself with him Ted Dougal oh, no Ted. No sorry about that I simply can’t now there isn’t a method, so well.Are you going to tell Jack? I’m going to get me coat Paul? Dougal goes for a stroll would you like to join him? No, i’m great. Are you certain you is not going to go, it can be lovely? No, thanks. No. I’m first-class. Well. It can be just that Dougal wishes to exhibit you some thing it is very most important Is it? Sure very very fundamental this would be the important thing you’ll be able to ever see Eh? Yes correct. So you’ll be able to go so? No i am satisfactory. Thanks i will see it again sometime. Let’s be honest. It can be now not that Dougal desires to exhibit you anything. It is that there’s a hearth in the apartment, and also you have got to go away hearth? I did not need to get you into a panic cuz it can be most effective a small hearth however however it would unfold and in case you died in it i might certainly not forgive myself so in case you’d simply go along with Dougal, i’m going to combat the blaze right so you are going? Yeah, there’s a hearth first-class do not fear about me. A drop of water will do the trick So have you ever noticeable father Shorton today? No Oh, yeah, I suppose he have to be about 80 now? I suppose so Father father are you wide awake? Father Father we have now a visitor So how’s the whole thing then? Okay Feck off ??? Cheerio Jack long past to mattress then Ted.Sure. He was once a little worn out correct good, I suppose my bath can be in a position through now am i able to aid you Paul? No i’m great i’m um Having a bath it can be simply I need to go to the bathroom correct, go forward time for bed it’s most effective half seven? Sure, but I have got to be up at 11:00 within the morning Dougal, you higher get some relaxation too I can not take much more of this Ted. I do know i know Six years, you would suppose that by means of now he’d have received the message Do you consider that time Ted once we knew he was once coming and we pretended to be in rome? Huh? God yeah, that was amazing someone else would go fair enough and just no longer flip up five days in the attic No food no water rats all over the place If most effective we concept of it this 12 months How did you meet him in the first location? He was introduced to me by way of father Jim Dugan.We have been at a conference Dugan got here up and mentioned this is father Stone and ran out of the building simply ran straight out of the constructing So we started talking yeah? Well, I began speaking you know the way he is and just to break the silence I invited him to stay you realize only for some thing to say. The following day, the following day he arrived on the island Oh God if you happen to do not ought to say whatever really simply sits there. I mean, what does he get out of it? I’m hoping he’s gone earlier than your birthday get together anyway.Oh, he can be lengthy long past through then. What is it three weeks away? Excellent God appear at the time. I would better be going Ted. Oh, any one want a elevate? Dougal Fecking Please God, please, please get rid of him. I don’t care the way you do it. Simply please do away with him Do you need cash? Whatever you need. Identify any charge? We must go house Ted. Believe about it Dougal. Consider about sitting in the dwelling room. Oh, yeah, I feel it can be clearing up now anyway everything’s blowing over there Ted under no circumstances intellect. Simply have a go Golf ye? Yeah, crazy golf ball. Not precisely the u.S. Masters Will you could have a go father? Oh. No Are you sure, it’s very enjoyable? Oh yeah Ted exquisite. You’ve gotten a go Go on, it’s even less difficult, now that the windmill is just not on the best way There you go. What’s the worst thing can happen? Oh, God Dougal it’s all my fault do not be silly Ted. So what did you do, pray for him to be hit through lightning? No, of direction not I I asked him to intervene by hook or by crook, but this can be a bit a lot. What are you considering of? Who would’ve concept that being hit by means of lightning would land you in a clinic What what are you speakme about of direction it can land you in a sanatorium. Well. It’s not normally that serious is it Ted I mean, I was once hit with the aid of lightning a couple of times. I by no means had to go to clinic sure, Dougal, however you are distinct from most men and women. All that happened to you as balloons saved sticking to you God, I hate hospitals Ever realize it’s more often than not sick people who end up in hospitals? Yeah, they all come here Ted.Of course you’re a goner at the minute you walk in via the door i would decide on to take my chances in the real world Ted. You understand regardless of how in poor health I was i might by no means go under the hammer below the knife Dougal below the Hammers auctioneering. Very well. Yeah consider that movie Ted the place your man has his head transplanted onto a fly and the fly’s head is transplanted onto the man Oh, yes what was that known as? Out of Africa? I feel anyway you know your man has the pinnacle of the fly and he is chasing his spouse all over the place the position and he or she you realize she’s seeking to conceal the Jam and the whole lot so he will not get… Discontinue sufficient sufficient. I have got to discontinue you there Dougal. Yes, Ted. No reason. I simply must discontinue you brand new emergency. What’s it in these days healthcare professional? We have no idea I think it is a combo of Babycham and Harvick by and large all that was left after the social gathering Father Stone’s been in there a very long time hasn’t he? Consider he’s useless? More commonly doing checks. What style of exams common talents? No won’t get much out of him in that condition.No no medical checks So how would he know about that Ted? There he goes. He can move when he wishes to You stupid bastard you could have really achieved it this time. You started it you slag. Next time i will finish the job I… Fathers John hey, Mary good, uh, what are you doing here father? Um a buddy of ours had a bit of of an accident? Oh expensive. What occurred to you, that appears nasty? Ah certain. It’s nothing father. It is just a headache do not know why I troubled coming quite Is that blood? Oh God no no i do not believe so. I just got a slight nick with a knife when Mary used to be hanging the bandage on it can be uh it’s no longer a stab wound definite, he’s great You seem like you’ve been in the wars your self mary. Ah it can be only a sprain father.It’s nothing. I’ll slip it in a bag of cold it is now not damaged. Whether it is sure, what the hell. I am hoping your buddy will get better next time. Shut up you historical bitch. They are a beautiful couple don’t seem to be they John and Mary? They are all right. How for much longer are they gonna be in there? On Ted we infrequently even understand whilst you think about it does he have so much of a loved ones sure moms and dads are alive and he has a brother. I feel a medical professional in america health care professional wow huh, you would not consider that would you but that’d simply be fairly common? The favorite son would emerge as a doctor after which the fool brother would be sent off to the priesthood your brother’s a surgeon is not he sure Ha health care provider. How’s the sufferer? He is putting in there. It can be generally shock. First-rate. Well, that is no longer severe well, it can be particularly serious a bolt of lightning can do a lot of harm. Can it? Sure, his reactions are very negative on the second he is consistently been like that very terrible reactions.That is average for him. Really he is now not reacting in any respect to any stimulus once more i would not worry about it. That’s allways been seem father. I’m a medical professional and i know that it’s now not typical to fail to react to stimulus i’m certain it’s seem appear appear at this See it can be a factor with priests we’ve got our minds on extra non secular issues, so i wouldn’t fear about it well, no, I feel i’ll worry about it. Oh oh God, k? Do we see him, i would like to claim a prayer. Sure, all proper father this way As you’ll find we still have not been capable to eliminate the golf club Why is not he in bed? It is tough to get him into a cozy role when he’s in that stance however you are right.He’s been on his toes lengthy sufficient. Looks like a trophy He does somewhat. I’m sorry. I handiest just heard oh Paul Come on, Mrs.. Stone. We now have acquired to get him into mattress father might you You must be father Crilly. Sure i am. Oh God bless you father. God bless you Father that is my husband Ermet. Oh, God father. It is horrible father it can be horrible God forgive me for utilizing the Lord’s title in vain but Jesus Christ how horrible this is this father it’s it is horrible horrible I tell ye i could not have mentioned it higher meself terrible is the word father horrible I let you know father horrible is too small a phrase our God Jesus too small a phrase when you appear at what you are doing to your mom you lazy little bastard.You’re vain Father, i am sorry him triggered you all this crisis God forgive me for pronouncing this but would not have been higher if he’d been killed acquired us all upset Jesus father what you ought to think of him and us for bringing him into the sector My God i go out for a drink father would you join me? I’m going to stay here for the second. Okay. See you later correct and this is Mommy hi there i do know what you are up to God you understand father, Paul thinks the sector of you. Oh indeed he does he by no means stops speaking about you father Ted says this father Ted says that He worships you father He comes again from Craggy Island and he’s counting the days, so he can go back again actually seem He has a chart and he crosses off the times as they move via and right down to the bottom of the chart father photograph of yourself oh, God. I took his paintings as good father. He did this one for you God, what is it? It can be his coronary heart? Do some thing! Oh? Dougal, Dougal Dougal! Mr..Stone, might you include me? I would like you to fill out some forms. Is he going to be all correct? We’re doing all we can however he is rather in poor health. Just hope for the exceptional All correct health practitioner. Come on Mommy The historic woman she knows she is aware of it’s all my fault How would she comprehend that? They have got methods, historic ladies are towards God than we’ll ever be They get to that age and they are not looking for the operation anymore.They’ve received the direct line She knows all right and who would blame her for being angry with me. It can be all my fault. Why did I do it ,oh? Carry him again. I not ever ment you to take him away. There was once no want for the lightning you understand I did not imply that that was once simply silly Please God deliver him again. I swear We safeguard him.He can stay as long as he desires Ah no Ted. Shut up Dougal! Please I swear i’ll protect him for the leisure of my days, please just do this one thing Ah come on, please I swear Paul you’re back. Oh Lord it’s a miracle.General practitioner! Paul? Can i get you anything in any respect? No, i’m great .

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Director Sanvers prompt: pre-relationship-ish, already complicated fake date with Alex and Lucy (because of feels) gets even more complicated when they meet Maggie mid-date. Dealers choice on date location and outcome.

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It’s a stakeout, Alex keeps telling herself. Doesn’t matterthat the restaurant she’s in has a five month waiting list, the complimentaryglass of champagne probably costs more than a month’s rent or that her date isLucy Lane. Lucy Lane, who just walked in wearing a low-cut red dress and asmile that makes her eyes sparkle like the bubbles in the champagne Alex knocksback to hide a soppy smile.

It’s just a stakeout.

“Hey, baby,” Lucy murmurs, drawing Alex into a hug. “Youlook beautiful.”

“I- you, also. Yes.”

Lucy’s warm laugh hangs in the air next to Alex’s ear whenshe pulls back, casts her eyes down Alex’s body. She bites her lip, and thenher hand is on Alex’s waist, drifting down her thigh to the slight bump of thegarter Alex has managed to tuck two knives into.

It’s just a stakeout,just a stakeout¸ Alex thinks as she stares at the wall, and Lucy turns tothe maître d’ to give their fake names for their fake reservation for theirfake date.

He beckons over a pretty waitress who leads them through therestaurant to a small table by the window. The restaurant’s at the top of askyscraper and the view of National City lit up like it’s blanketed in fallenstars is breath taking. Alex has seen it from a chopper a half-dozen times but Lucystares, and Alex takes a moment to just watch the way her eyes widen and herlips part as she tries to take it all in.

It takes the waitress coughing politely to snap the two ofthem out of it. Alex pulls Lucy’s chair out for her and hurries round to herown. The waitress plucks the empty champagne glass from Alex’s hand and slides thewine menu to the middle of the table. Lucy reaches for it at the same time asAlex and their hands brush, and Alex has to remember that they’re supposed tobe on a stakeout when Lucy tangles their fingers together over the soft leatherbinding of the menu.

“We’ll have whatever you recommend.” Lucy says, and Alexjust nods when Lucy asks if that’s okay, because she’s really more of a whiskeyperson and she doubts she’ll be able to taste the difference between the housered and the supermarket brand she brought to Kara’s last dinner party.

The waitress takes the wine list from under their joinedhands and gives them both a food menu and a couple of minutes to decide. Alex takesher fingers back from Lucy and pretends to pore over the menu. Lucy clears herthroat, catches Alex’s gaze and says in a soft voice, “I have eyes on our guy.”

Alex tilts her head, smiles like Lucy just complimented her.“Where?”

“Three o’clock. He has company.”

Alex tucks her hair behind her ear and glances out thecorner of her eye. A pale man in shirtsleeves with oily, slicked back hair and abow tie that looks like it’s been in and out of a dog is pulling out a chairfor a gorgeous woman in a blue dress.

“Hot company,” Alex says before she can stop herself.

“Well well, Agent Danvers.” Lucy says, eyebrow raised and anodd glint in her eye.

If she weren’t a highly trained government agent Alex wouldblush. “I just mean, now we have her to account for. If things go south itcould get…umm, hot…”

“Yeah, you’re not fooling anyone.” Lucy winks. “Who knows,once we rescue her from this slimeball maybe she’ll be grateful enough to giveyou her number and that’s when I told Johnson he could stick it, I’m taking mybeautiful girlfriend out for our anniversary whether the firm’s collapsing ornot.”

“What- oh, wine.”

Alex kicks herself for not noticing the waitress approachand rests her chin in her hand as red wine glugs slowly into her glass and Lucymuses, almost to herself, “I think I’m going to have the sea bass.”

That’s when Winn decides to pipe up in her ear. “I can’t ID yournew crush, but we’ve been picking up chatter for a few weeks now of a womanCarmel’s been working with on something, I’m not sure what. Could be her.”

“Thank you,” Alex says stiffly. The waitress smiles at her,expectant, and Alex can’t remember what appealed to her on the menu apart fromthe ghost of Lucy’s fingers on hers so she says, “Fish.”

The waitress patiently asks her what kind as Winn says “Whatfor? I just told you everything I know.”

Alex grits her teeth under a charming smile. “Oh, surpriseme.”

Winn grumbles and Lucy has to hold back a laugh, waitinguntil their waitress leaves to sneak another glance at their target, MikeCarmel, a lowlife human criminal come up on the DEO’s radar after a string of alienkidnappings. Lucy pulls a face.

“That poor woman. Imagine having to sit across from that andstill stomach your meal.”

“She’s probably a criminal.” Alex reminds her.

Lucy sighs. “A girl can dream.”

Alex raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? What are you dreaming abouton our anniversary?”

“Sweeping her up in my arms after a dramatic, slow motiontakedown, Carmel in handcuffs as she gazes adoringly up at me and calls me herhero, taking her and this bottle of wine back to my place…” Lucy waggles hereyebrows suggestively.

Alex bites the inside of her cheek. “You’re making mejealous.”

It’s meant as a joke but Lucy’s silly grin falters. “Alex…”

“Stop being such a realistic fake couple for a second, I’vefound something.” Winn says over the comms and Alex drops her gaze to thetable, fiddling with the stem of her wine glass.

“Go ahead, Winn.”Lucy says to the tablecloth.  

“I borrowed Carmel’s email, it looks like something’s goingdown tonight with your new love interest. And soon.”

“Can you be less vague?” Alex asks. She’s turned her head tothe window, watching the woman’s reflection say something to Carmel’s, makinghim laugh. He sounds like a weasel choking on a helium balloon.

“Sorry, Carmel’s good and this girl’s better, I can’t evenget her name.”

The woman’s reflection is blurry but Alex can clearly seethe look she shoots toward her and Lucy, the two closest diners. Alex quicklydrops her gaze to the table, hoping she didn’t get caught spying.

“Can you find out where the email came from?” Lucy reachesout and nudges Alex’s wine out the way, taking her hand and flipping it palmup.

“Yeah,” Winn scoffs. Lucy starts tapping her index finger onAlex’s palm softly. “It, uh, it might take a while though it’s been bouncedround the planet like, three times.”

Dash dot dash.

“How long do we have?”

Dot dot.

“Until the big looming criminal extravaganza set for thisevening?”

Dot dot dot.

“No until Dancing With the Stars comes on.”

Dot dot dot.

“I’m going to assume you’re joking.”

Dash dash.

“Your powers of observation astound me.”

Dot.

“Umm. Five minutes.”

Alex whispers. “She’s watching.”

“Good.” Lucy whispers back, taking Alex’s chin gentlybetween her thumb and forefinger and guiding her across the table, leaning into meet her lips at the last second with her own.

Lucy tastes like wine, but Alex doesn’t care about thevintage because she knows that expensive, electric undercurrent is all Lucy. Theway her plump lips work softly against her own has Alex leaning in to the kiss,elbows holding her weight and the edge of the table digging in to her stomach.

Lucy pulls back all too soon and it takes Alex’s eyes amoment to flutter open. Lucy’s leaning back in her chair, using her thumb towipe at the corner of her mouth where her lipstick smudged. That odd glint isback in her eye.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” she breathes, and Alex justnods.

Lucy gets up, pushes Alex back gently into her seat as shepasses, fingertips lingering on her bare shoulder.

“I found where the email comes from, if anyone cares.” Winnsays.

“Do tell.”

Alex watches out of the corner of her eye as Lucy passesclose by Carmel’s table. He reaches out and grabs her wrist, and Alex ishalfway out of her seat with a knife in her fist, wondering how their cover gotblown when he says “That was hot.”

Lucy just hums, her displeasure plain on her face.

“She’s an undercover cop.” Winn says.

Lucy raises an eyebrow.

“You and your girlfriend,” Carmel continues, letting go ofLucy’s wrist to gesture at Alex. “You wanna, uh, join us? My partner here, sheswings your way.”

Carmel grins greasily and Alex wants nothing more than topunch him so hard in the throat his head falls off. The way Lucy’s fistclenches at her side makes Alex think she’ll have to wait her turn.

“Mike.” The woman, the cop,says in a husky voice that Alex can barely hear over the burble of conversationin the restaurant. “What did I say about not needing a wingman?”

Carmel shrugs. “I need a wingman. You pick one and I’ll…” helooks Lucy up and down and Alex is out of her seat before he says “And I’lltake the other.”

The cop has to physically fight the look of disgustthreatening to cross her face. Alex hurries over and breezily says “Hey babe, Ineed to go powder my nose. You coming?”

“Yeah,” Lucy says, and holds out a hand to the cop. “Youwant to join us?”

The cop takes Lucy’s hand gratefully, Alex doesn’t miss thewary look but she knows she and Lucy are infinitely better company that Carmel.The three of them hurry through the restaurant to the bathroom, an airy,plushly carpeted room bathed in soft light with three stalls Alex wastes notime checking are empty.

Lucy locks the door and holds out a hand to the cop, who’sreaching for something in her purse. “Woah, no need for that.”

The cop takes the taser out of her purse anyway. “You twohave been watching me since we got here,” she says. “Are you with Carmel?”

“God no,” Alex huffs indignantly. “I’m Agent Danvers, she’sMajor Lane. We’re with the DEO.”

“We know you’re a cop.” Lucysays, eyeing the woman’s taser warily.              

“Badges.” is all she replies.

Alex flashes her DEO badge andLucy does the same. The cop seems satisfied, puts her taser back in her purseand pulls out her own badge.

“Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD.”

“And you’re undercover?”

Maggie nods, holding up her thumb and forefinger millimetresapart. “I’m this close to nailing Carmel to the wall for those kidnappings.”

“What do you need?” Alex asks.

“I was going to pretend to buy into his little business thisevening, find and free all the kidnapped aliens. But he took someone thismorning. A kid, and changed the asking price. He moved them to a differentlocation. I need to know where they are.”

“I could beat it out of him,” Alex muses. “I’ve been wantingto do it all evening.”

Maggie laughs drily. “Imagine having to be around him forthree weeks.”

All three of them shudder.

“J’onn says not to beat anyone up.” Winn butts in, althoughhe doesn’t sound certain Lucy and Alex will listen.

“Can you find thealiens then?” Alex asks.

“I’m trying.” Maggie says.

“She’s talking to our IT guy.” Lucy explains.

Alex wanders off to the other side of the bathroom as Lucypulls her little earpiece out to show Maggie, arguing with Winn about takingthe low road if he doesn’t hurry up.

“Nice.” Maggie says. She lets her gaze wander over Lucy,taking in the low cut of her dress, the line of her jaw, the amused sparkle in hereyes. Lucy tilts her head, catches her lip between her teeth and returns thefavour. Maggie’s gorgeous, dark eyes and deep dimples, and Lucy has a feelingthat if Maggie smiles it’ll probably be the end of her.  

“DEO, huh?” Maggie finally says. “You guys have some cooltoys. And some very pretty agents.”

Lucy looks over Maggie’s shoulder at Alex, Alex in herlittle black dress and that cute smile she gets when she’s bullying Winn, Alexwho’s still got a hint of Lucy’s lipstick at the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah.”

“Are you two together?” Maggie asks. She looks a bituncertain. “I mean, that kiss looked genuine enough but-“

“No. Fake date, fake kiss.”

“Real feelings?” Maggie asks quietly. “I don’t blame you.”

Lucy opens her mouth, pauses, shuts it again when Alexstrides back over to them with a victorious grin on her face. “Sorted. There’san extraction team on the way. Supergirl’s with them.”

Maggie looks shocked. “You know Supergirl?”

Alex winks. “I’ll introduce you once we arrest this piece ofkidnapping filth.” She unlocks the bathroom door and holds it open for Maggie. “Wouldyou do the honours?”

“I’d love to.” She pauses, eyes flickering between Lucy andAlex. “Drinks later? On me?”

“We have wine still at out table.”

Alex snorts. “I’m getting déjà vu to your fantasy Luce.”

“Fantasy?”

Lucy glares at Alex. “We’ll tell you about it over drinks.”

Maggie tugs a pair of handcuffs out of her purse, hangs her badgeround her neck and grins. Lucy’s heart flutters and Alex gawps at her dimples. “Let’sgo get the bad guy.”

Maggie strides out of the bathroom and across therestaurant, eyes fixed on Carmel who’s sat there gormless and slack jawed withno way to escape. “NCPD!” Maggie shouts. “I’m arresting you for kidnapping.”

Lucy links her arm through Alex’s as they follow in Maggie’swake. “You were right, Alex. This did get hot.”

//

The restaurant has a rooftop garden, under the dome of thesky, lit by soft yellow lamps and the red glow of a space heater. It’s windy,the rustle of foliage in planters along the concrete pathways to the edge ofthe roof undercut by the faint wail of sirens far, far below.

Maggie leans against the wide railing that marks the end ofthe garden, a beer bottle in her hand as she takes in the sight of NationalCity spread out beneath her. It’s like someone carelessly spilled stars on acardboard city, bright lights winking up at her, the comet tails of street-litroads leading her gaze crisscross between buildings.

Some way behind her Alex stands close to Lucy, watching Maggie’shair dance in the wind, wild strands waving back and forth across her wideeyes. She’s wearing an oversized NCPD jacket over her dress to keep her warm.

Despite the space heater, Lucy shivers. Alex rests her handon Lucy’s shoulder, waits for permission before fitting herself snugly againstLucy’s back, wrapping her up in her arms.

“We have to talk about that kiss.”

Lucy makes a non-committal sound, but all of a sudden herheart is hammering in her throat.

“I liked it.” Alex says. “I like you. And I like her.”

“And I like you.” Lucy replies. “And her.”

“And the kiss?”

Lucy laughs. “I liked that too.”

“Yesss.”

At the railing, Maggie turns round, grins and raises herbeer. Lucy waves back and Alex smiles, resting her chin on Lucy’s shoulder.

“How do we do this?”

“Like adults. We talk, we see how she feels.”

Maggie’s making her way over to them.

“And then?”

“Then we make out like teenagers.”

“I like the sound of that.” Maggie says, softly. “Ready forthose drinks?”

Lucy reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behindMaggie’s ear. Maggie leans into the touch. Her cheeks are flushed and cold fromthe wind. Lucy draws her closer until all three of them are huddled togetherfor warmth.

Lucy nudges Alex. “We never finished our date. Do you wantto join us Maggie?”

“I’d love to.”