Two for the price of one - no joke!
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scribal_goddessI tend to write fics when I should be finishing papers... or studying for my spanish interview test thing. That, and the fact that simspiration posted a fake set of prompts as well as the real ones yesterday, means you get two fics for the price of one.
Senior Prank
Rean, who had been nearly dozing in his textbook in a warm, sunny corner of the library, looked up with a start as his best friend dropped her book bag with a critical thud and proceeded to sit down across from him. He didn’t even bother to say anything, knowing that Ara would get to the point eventually.
“I mean, what idiot thought of that as a senior prank?” she continued at a volume loud enough to earn them a disapproving look from the librarian.
Rean frowned: he hadn’t seen or heard of any senior pranks, and they usually tended to be quite noticeable. Then again, they usually tended to be either pathetically stupid or ingeniously funny, and Aranel, whose entire uniform jacket was dripping, looked furious.
“Whoever messed with the faucets in the girls’ bathroom,” she grumbled ominously, “Is going down.”
Summary: High school foolishness. Characters: Aranel and Rean
Moving In
Midina looked at the crib critically. Or rather, the pile of screws and miscellaneous pieces which was supposed to be a crib, eventually, if she ever figured out which piece had been connected to which when they had bought it at the second hand store. For now, it was a heap of junk with no instructions.
She rubbed absently at the small of her back and surveyed all the other baby items in the room, which were a mixed bag of secondhand items that she and Makir had found at various thrift stores and rummage sales, familiar relics of Lydia and Orion’s baby days, and suspiciously new-looking “hand-me-downs” which Viridia and Chalimyra had given her on the pretense that they were cleaning out their attics. Chalimyra in particular had taken great pains to hand her an assortment of both boys and girls clothing, claiming that she had no more room for the twins’ old clothes.
“After all, they’re teens now,” she had said with a laugh, “and two is enough for me.”
Midina smiled a little at the memory. She’d taken some teasing from Chali and Eluisa recently about “turning into Viridia,” but despite everything, she truly was excited about the new baby. Of course, it helped that Viridia, who suddenly showed up every other day, was so excited, and that there was an engagement ring on her finger to remind her of the difference between this new baby and her two older children.
Once her thoughts came back to her children, she realized that they were being suspiciously quiet, and poked her head out of the tiny bedroom where she was attempting to set up the crib. As she expected, Lydia had spread pieces of paper on the floor and was using the stumps of crayons to draw on them with. She was also busy bossing Orion around, trying to stop him from peeling the wrappers off of the crayons. Satisfied that they would remain in place for a little while longer, Midina returned to attempting to wrestle the crib together.
She’d finally managed to determine which end of the bars went up when the buzzer rang.
“I’ve got it!” Makir called from downstairs, so she paid very little attention to the voices downstairs, at least until they proceeded up the stairs and she suddenly recognized them.
She stood there for a moment, wondering if she was hearing things, and it wasn’t until she heard Lydia yell, “Ana!” that she understood. In disbelief, she walked out into the central space of the apartment to find that Lydia had already grabbed her best friend Anariel by the hand and dragged her off to see her new room, leaving her little brother to the care of her “Aunty Chali.” In addition to Chalimyra, Viridia was standing by the stairwell, carrying a basket of food. It appeared that the redhead intended to host a feast in the apartment, because her husband, Haldir, and her oldest daughter, Aranel, were similarly burdened, while her son and Chalimyra’s twins were carrying a folding chair apiece, and Talon was trying to dislodge a corner of the folding table from the banister. In the middle of it all, Eluisa and Makir were looking very smug.
“We heard you could use a hand arranging the house,” Eluisa explained.
Summary: I adore writing for Midina. Characters: the whole cast, more or less.
Senior Prank
Rean, who had been nearly dozing in his textbook in a warm, sunny corner of the library, looked up with a start as his best friend dropped her book bag with a critical thud and proceeded to sit down across from him. He didn’t even bother to say anything, knowing that Ara would get to the point eventually.
“I mean, what idiot thought of that as a senior prank?” she continued at a volume loud enough to earn them a disapproving look from the librarian.
Rean frowned: he hadn’t seen or heard of any senior pranks, and they usually tended to be quite noticeable. Then again, they usually tended to be either pathetically stupid or ingeniously funny, and Aranel, whose entire uniform jacket was dripping, looked furious.
“Whoever messed with the faucets in the girls’ bathroom,” she grumbled ominously, “Is going down.”
Summary: High school foolishness. Characters: Aranel and Rean
Moving In
Midina looked at the crib critically. Or rather, the pile of screws and miscellaneous pieces which was supposed to be a crib, eventually, if she ever figured out which piece had been connected to which when they had bought it at the second hand store. For now, it was a heap of junk with no instructions.
She rubbed absently at the small of her back and surveyed all the other baby items in the room, which were a mixed bag of secondhand items that she and Makir had found at various thrift stores and rummage sales, familiar relics of Lydia and Orion’s baby days, and suspiciously new-looking “hand-me-downs” which Viridia and Chalimyra had given her on the pretense that they were cleaning out their attics. Chalimyra in particular had taken great pains to hand her an assortment of both boys and girls clothing, claiming that she had no more room for the twins’ old clothes.
“After all, they’re teens now,” she had said with a laugh, “and two is enough for me.”
Midina smiled a little at the memory. She’d taken some teasing from Chali and Eluisa recently about “turning into Viridia,” but despite everything, she truly was excited about the new baby. Of course, it helped that Viridia, who suddenly showed up every other day, was so excited, and that there was an engagement ring on her finger to remind her of the difference between this new baby and her two older children.
Once her thoughts came back to her children, she realized that they were being suspiciously quiet, and poked her head out of the tiny bedroom where she was attempting to set up the crib. As she expected, Lydia had spread pieces of paper on the floor and was using the stumps of crayons to draw on them with. She was also busy bossing Orion around, trying to stop him from peeling the wrappers off of the crayons. Satisfied that they would remain in place for a little while longer, Midina returned to attempting to wrestle the crib together.
She’d finally managed to determine which end of the bars went up when the buzzer rang.
“I’ve got it!” Makir called from downstairs, so she paid very little attention to the voices downstairs, at least until they proceeded up the stairs and she suddenly recognized them.
She stood there for a moment, wondering if she was hearing things, and it wasn’t until she heard Lydia yell, “Ana!” that she understood. In disbelief, she walked out into the central space of the apartment to find that Lydia had already grabbed her best friend Anariel by the hand and dragged her off to see her new room, leaving her little brother to the care of her “Aunty Chali.” In addition to Chalimyra, Viridia was standing by the stairwell, carrying a basket of food. It appeared that the redhead intended to host a feast in the apartment, because her husband, Haldir, and her oldest daughter, Aranel, were similarly burdened, while her son and Chalimyra’s twins were carrying a folding chair apiece, and Talon was trying to dislodge a corner of the folding table from the banister. In the middle of it all, Eluisa and Makir were looking very smug.
“We heard you could use a hand arranging the house,” Eluisa explained.
Summary: I adore writing for Midina. Characters: the whole cast, more or less.
