Friday DE

[bjornwilde]

Despite time being an illusion, we are here at Friday again and soon to have a couple days to ourselves. Anyone have any plans? I know I will be binging the final season of Clone Wars tonight.

Let's do some writing! First up, as a warm up, write a time when your pup gave either praise or criticism to someone else.

And then let's do the usual rounds of prompts and fic.

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[snarky_spider]

When Cindy burst into tears, Jess knew she'd gone too far. She hadn't meant to, but that didn't matter now, did it?

She cautiously laid an arm across the younger spider's shoulder and, when there was no resistance, gave her a quick hug.

"That was very harsh of me, and I'm sorry. I tend to poke at people, even when I'm trying to be playful or nice. It doesn't excuse my hurting you, but I hope you can see I didn't mean that to sting as much as it did. You are an amazing spider. I swear you are doing better than I did."

Cindy gave a little snort and rolled her eyes, but she made an effort to stop crying.

"No. I'm serious. My childhood was spent in a coma. I went under when I was ten and woke up when I was eighteen. I get having to adjust to a strange new world. Figuring out social rules, let alone how to be a hero? Definitely not something I'd want to repeat. So don't forget I am here for you. All my lessons just there when you need them."

All of this was true, although Jess didn't bother mentioning her having to adjust to an adult body at the same time. Cindy had grown into her adulthood, so it didn't really matter anyway.

"But ultimately, just trust yourself. You've got good instincts, even if you don't have much experience to back them up."

[bjornwilde]

OK, warm-up done. Now for prompts:

Jessica
Ahsoka (since it's new canon day)

And bonus, Alustin Haber (charming and nutty mage errant).

[holdingacat]

Jessica: that perfect shade of blue sky

Ahsoka: running with scissors

Alustin: criss cross applesauce

[librarian_errant]

"Master, if I could just ask a question," he called as loudly as he could without shouting. His master continued as if she hadn't heard him, which he supposed was possible. She was an immense sphinx whose face was nearly as big as he was, and she was currently at her full height as they exercised in the desert while she lectured on the principles of aether in non-sentient animals.

He tried again, this time using a cantrip to throw his voice higher when she stopped abruptly and glared down at him. Startled, he fell like a rag doll, only his natural agility turning it into a crossed legs, meditative sit.

"I realize our relationship is only a few days old, so let me be clear here. When I am ready for questions, Alustin, I will tell you. Do not interrupt a lecture again."

Nervously, he replied. "Yes, Master."

"You may write your questions down. I expect this lecture to conclude in another fifteen minutes. Now, let us continue. I don't have all day to waste you know."

[ceitfianna]

Ahsoka-dinner with the clones
Alustin-right spell, wrong time

You get two different fics cause that's how it's rolling

[librarian_errant]

Alustin watched as his apprentice, Hugh, triggered the gravity trap on the training ground, which threw him into the air. He wasn't worried as Hugh had a knack for levitation cantrips, so he focused on his two other apprentices, Talia and Sabae; who were trying their best to team up on a water golem.

Unfortunately, Hugh didn't seem to be using any sort of cantrip to slow his fall, so Alustin triggered the cantrip with turned the hard packed earth to a deep mud. Hugh landed with a splash but then floated into the air with a large portion the of the mud as his levitation cantrip finally triggered.

As Hugh floated in a large glob of mud, Alustin spoke up. "Well, you triggered the spell effectively without misfire, but why did you wait until you landed?"

"I was caught up thinking of which cantrip to use."

"Ah. Well let this be a lesson in trusting your instincts over thinking of the right spell. When you have the time to think, certain consider which spell to use, but when you are falling, perhaps relaying on your easiest spell is the best practice."

[librarian_errant]

Alustin found the paper with the chameleon glyph tucked into the book in his pocket and smacked his forehead. It would have been much better to have found it about fifteen minutes ago, before the guards caught sight of him in the vault he had no right to be in. Granted he'd ran before they got a close look at him, but still, they should have never seen him and now they were all up in arms looking for the intruder.

Well, better late than never, he thought as he channeled mana into the glyph and binded it to his arm. If he could manage to get to his room before the guards, he might still salvage this mission.

[holdingacat]

"I chew louder than desired?" The question is incredulous and aimed at Cecil as soon as he walks into his boyfriend's apartment. Cecil freezes, mid-movement, caught in the act of pocketingthe key he was given weeks before.

"Oh. Um. Well." Cecil, loquacious on-air, is a flat-footed mess at the moment. He tries to gather his scattered thoughts, and comes up with a rather plaintive and hesitant:

"You... listen to my show?"

Carlos, clearly half-way through making dinner, spoon in hand and looking quite lovely in his apron, shakes his head at Cecil's surprise. After a brief detour todeposit the spoon somewhere safe, he goes to collect his errant boyfriend and pull him into the kitchen.

"Of course I listen to your show, Ceec. I never miss it." He admits, then laughs at the utterly befuddled look in Cecil's face. "Besides, even if I didn't, I could hardly have missed the 'helpful' chewing advice from half the town."

Cecil, finally unfrozen from a heady mix of pleased embarrassment and horrified shame launches into a babbled frenzy of apologies, while Carlos scolds him and feeds him bites of the dish in progress.

[holdingacat]

Okay, warm up done, hit me up for:

Cecil Palmer
Klaus Hargreeves

And the probably will be apped since he won't go away:
Jonathan Sims, from The Magnus Archives.

[bjornwilde]

That warmup was cute!

Cecil - Librarian errant

Klaus - And ignorance and hate mourn the dead

Jonathan - Proper bookmarking techniques

[holdingacat]

From the live show 'The Librarian', where a librarian escapes the library and freaks out the residents of Night Vale.

"ceeeeeeeeecil." The faint, thin voice was almost missed as Cecil was busy switching to a pre-recorded segment, the snap of the switch louder than the plaintive noise. Unsurprising - the thick door to the recording booth was heavily reinforced and bolted. Even Station Management would have a hard time getting through.

But... still.

"do you liiiiiiike being a raaaaadio host, ceeeeeeecil? The small, insistent voice asks accompanied by the sound of one Cecil Palmer jamming his chair under the door handle and slamming his full weight against both.

He was NOT becoming a statistic.

[bjornwilde]

Eeee...hehehe. I did remember that librarians are not pleasant things in the Nightvale-verse, so this is wonderful.

[holdingacat]

Thankee! In my head, Cecil is nattering on about his boss being a literal existential horror and Jonathan is recording everything while being very wtf.

[bjornwilde]

Klaus: My dead brother has an eldrich horror living in his belly!

[holdingacat]

Jonathan: Thanks, I hate it.

[skyhigh_seance]

(OOC: So, a prelude on this one too - I looked up the lyrics because there was a lot of 'wtf' on my part, and... so we're here. Sorry not sorry. :D)


"Yeah, and Ben wants waffles too, don't you Ben?" Klaus rambles, unthinking, as he sprawls in the back seat of Diego's beat-up car, barely leaving any room for the aforementioned Ben.

There's a beat of silence that is a little too dark, a little too shocked, a little too angry and Klaus is juuuuuust sober enough to realize it just a little to late, only mid-panicked-flail when Diego whips around and snags him by the front of the shirt, yanking him forward.

"Not cool, man, not cool." Diego snarls, and seems to want to say something else. Whether he just thinks better of it or doesn't want to ruin the moment with stuttering, Klaus will never know, because before Klaus can protest, he's being dumped out onto the asphalt, and Deigo is peeling off, leaving only a cloud of car exhaust behind.

"Dummy." Ben sighs, and Klaus cants 'no shit' look at his brother, before starting the process of untangling himself and getting to his feet. He's never understood it, but he keeps forgetting it - his siblings never have believed that he can see Ben. Why this is, he will never understand.

[librarian_errant]

oh wow. Ben says to send internet hugs

[ceitfianna]

Cecil-daily tasks
Klaus-run hot

[holdingacat]

For all of the extraordinary dangers that come inherent to living in a desert, day to day life has a set rhythm that rarely changes.

Get up, make the first cup of coffee for the day.

Clean up the stray bean shards and take a flamethrower to any dandelions that have sprung up in the yard overnight while the coffee percolates.

Kiss your boyfriend good morning when the smell of fresh coffee rouses him, be sure to appreciate the view of him in your robe.

Head in to work, make sure to wave hello to the SSP officer on First and Montgomery disguised as a stop sign they're trying so hard.

Wrangle the interns, make sure someone has done the daily abject wailing in front of Station Management's door, check that funeral arrangements are on track for Intern C... oh, yes, thank you, a fresh cup of coffee would be nice.

Check the day's copy one last time for errors factual and grammatical, with a wary eye for word combinations that are not pronouncable.

Settle into the recording booth, the chair a welcoming cradle, the mic an old friend, the door a solid bulwark against the world.

The 'on air' sign lights the world in a blood-red glow.

"Welcome to Night Vale."

[skyhigh_seance]

He should have known.

There's no way for him to have known.

The ghosts that have been screaming at him for the last (two? three? lots?) hours have fallen silent, not that it makes a hell of a lot of difference. There's plenty of other shouting going on, and he didn't understand them anyway. He hasn't been in-country long enough to understand much Vietnamese.

For all he knows, they weren't bothering to warn him anyway.

But maybe they were.

Maybe.

Donny is not in good shape. The land mine he stepped on did...

It did horrible things. All of which are fixable, most likely, but not here. Not in the jungle mud, a hundred different horrible things probably already ground into the wounds, miles from the nearest camp with only a first aid pack to help. A first aid pack that would have given Pogo a conniption fit with how woefully unhelpful it is.

Jesus.

Klaus tries anyway, has to try anyway, pressing the wadded-up shreds of a jacket over the worst of the wounds, hot blood seeping over his hands despite the effort. It's not working.

Everyone knows it's not working.

Even Donny.

Especially Donny, when the hot trickle over his hands stops, and Donny's voice comes from a new position, unmoored from the unmoving body under Klaus' hands.

Everyone in Klaus' company learns a few new cuss words that day. Even Donny, it turns out.

[ceitfianna]

I'm planning on getting myself Disney+ this weekend and sinking into Clone Wars.

I'll happily take prompts for:
Cassian Andor
Quentin
Sameth
Moist von Lipwig
Demeter

[librarian_errant]

Alas, it's only one episode a week.

Cassian, team up

Quentin, new music

Moist, well that's new

Sameth, new materials

Demeter, changes and making peace