Fic Friday: What's in your pocket?

[bjornwilde]

I've got another FicFriday experiment. As usual, post in with the pups you'd liek to play with, look to other muns entries and give them a prompt of things the character finds in their pocket. It doesn't have to make sense for the character and this can happen within Milliways to make the weirdness easier, then write whatever prompt inspires for yourself.

Repeat as needed.

ETA: I am thinking you say what each pup finds in teh pockets. If you want to have it be blind date like last week, feel free to add that. = ]

Comments

[ceitfianna]

Oh interesting take, I love the variations that you're finding. And I'm getting some writing motivation again, its so nice.

Cassian Andor
Quentin
Sameth
Moist von Lipwig
Demeter

[skyhigh_seance]

I'm going blind date style, because I'm a) lazy and b) curious as to what goes where

- a button that doesn't go with the current outfit
- a switchblade (or similar sized/use weapon)
- three stray dog (or similar friendly creature) treats
- five coins, of differing amounts
- a ticket stub

The right word

[morethanprops]

Moist considered the dogs in front of him, five dogs and he only had three treats. The biggest one had the kind of low growl which meant there were Uberwaldian dogs in its heritage, but it was the little one that wasn't yapping just vibrating. All the other ones watched the smallest and Moist barked out a quick, "Sit."

In Uberwaldian and two of the dogs sat down giving him a confused look as he broke a treat in half to share between them. The little one leaped at his hand and Moist backed up and threw the last two forward before darting down the alley he'd had his eye on.

Re: The right word

[holdingacat]

Good instincts, it's always the tiny ones. :D

Worn smooth

[childofrebellion]

Cassian looked over the buttons spread on his bed, the big one was from his parka which he was in the middle of repairing, the smallest from a pair of uncomfortable pants for a cover and then one that was pretty. It shone in the light and he picked it up to examine it closer, the button was made from a shell. How did that end up in his pocket?

It would fit on one of his shirts inside, the shell would be smooth. He kept turning it over and over in his fingers, the smoothness was like the stones from Fest, worn down by ice and time. Absently, he touched the button into his jacket pocket before picking up his mending once more.

Re: Worn smooth

[holdingacat]

Awwww, Cassian.

[bjornwilde]

Cassian: an angel figurine
Quentin: nailclippers
Sameth: a fang
Moist: a feather
Demeter: a pencil

More than she seems

[childofrebellion]

Cassian held the figure in his hands, a woman with wings or large hair, he couldn't completely tell but she was called the Daughter. A symbol of an older Force sect, he didn't know or care about the right word only that she was going to be what got him where he needed to be. Tivik had spoken of the Daughter with a reverence that Cassian wasn't used to but Jedhans always seemed to care more about the Force.

He walked slowly down the Kafrene street until he came to an alcove with a few careful red marks of paint that if you looked at just right were a firebird. Then he set the statue down before casually walking off.

Sharing

[heatherandsteel]

Raj took the clippers from Quentin's pocket, "Need to borrow those."

"Don't you have your own?"

"I've got a loose nail and it was messing with my claw earlier," He waves one of his hands in front of Quentin's face and Quentin lightly slapped it away.

"Fine but keep them. I'm not sharing your nail stuff," Honestly with how careful Raj was of his claws/nails, he should just have one.

Raj sighed as he settled back down on the bed to work on his nails, "Whatever."

[skyhigh_seance]

Right then. *cracks knuckles*

This boy - Klaus Hargreeves, Umbrella Academy
Cecil Palmer, Welcome to Night Vale
Jonathan Sims, The Magnus Archives
Chirrut Imwe, SW: Rogue One

[bjornwilde]

Klaus - a sandwich
Cecil - a pokemon toy (I almost said a library book, but that's too canon specific.)
Jonathan - a rope ladder for a small bird
Chirrut - a clicker (like for animal training)

[skyhigh_seance]

Everyone makes a big deal over Vanya and her sandwiches for The Boy. The lost boy. The disobedient boy. The too-smart-for-his-own-good boy. The boy now memorialized over the fireplace with an oil painting that went up suspiciously fast.

Number Five.

Poor little Vanya, leaving peanut-butter and marshmallow sandwiches at the front door, every night, for her lost brother.

Always cut on the diagonal, just like he likes them.

The media just eats that up, both when they find out originally (Two just can't resist acting out a sad scene), and when Vanya's tell-all book spills the secret again.

So sad. So tragic.

No one mentions the sandwiches Klaus makes. Maybe because he never leaves them to be found - they go in the pockets of his coats after he makes them (one for him, one for Five, only seems fair) as he smuggles them through the house (as if the adults didn't know, as if the only adult that mattered didn't care), so his hands are free to climb up to the highest bit of the roof he can find, where Five used to go when the house got 'too stupid to bear'.

Maybe no one mentions them because in all honesty, Klaus never hoped Five would come for his sandwich. The slowly moldering pile of sandwiches was a testament to Five's survival, a fierce little glow of pride held against his breastbone that one of them got loose, got away, and is just fine thank you very much you rat bastard Sir.

Maybe no one mentions them because while Vanya (in all her normalcy) can hope for a runaway to come home, there's only one way The Seance was expecting to see his brother again, and no one really wanted to be there when he did.

[bjornwilde]

Well, holy shit that was right in the feels.

[holdingacat]

"Uncle Cecil." Cecil still doesn't know how she does it, how the emphasis on his name can be quite so compelling when (as far as he knows) he's the only uncle she has. Thankfully for the universe, Steve (ugh) Carlsburg was an only child. Clearly Mrs. Carlsburg saw what she and her husband had wrought and immediately made vows of chastity.

Saints, the both of them. Belated, horribly horribly belated saints, but still.

"Yes, Niece Janice?" Cecil replies, from the other set of controls of the '2 Fast 2 Furious' driving tutorial game at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. He had thought to take his niece out for a nice round of bowling, but... well. The best laid plans, and all that.

"What if we don't get the glittery paintball set?" She asks, while sneakily trying to merge past him in gridlock traffic. Cecil edges his car a little farther forward to block her progress.

"What do you mean? I thought we agreed, we'll pool our tickets and get the paintball set - it'll be great as part of your new Scouts gear." Cecil asks, confused, and huffs as she manages to get a corner of her bumper in front of him. Now, does he cross the outside line and risk the shoulder sharks? Mmm.

"Yeeeeah, I know, but... but did you see the new bulbasaur plushie? The tentacles really move!" She bats her eyes at him, and belatedly hits the turn signal. Damn the sharks, full speed ahead. Cecil swerves out of line for a hot minute to dive around her bumper. His seat jerks as on screen a shoulder shark rips off a rear tire. Janice cackles triumphantly and merges while Cecil waits for emergency towing.

They spend the day that way - Janice making her case for the new plushie, Cecil standing firm on a paintball kit, as they make their circuit through the games and rack up an obscene amount of tickets. Janice, it turns out, has quite the throwing arm once they figure out how to lock her chair correctly, and Cecil didn't get his 'Armed Pest Eradication' badge for nothing - no game of 'Whack a Mole' can defeat him. He lets Janice deal with ordering pizza and drinks for the both of them as he hauls their ticket pile to the counter.

When he returns, there's a root beer for him, and Janice is sipping on some whipped-cream-and-sugary-nonsense concoction that neither of them will ever be brave enough to tell Abby about.

"Thanks Uncle Cecil for the paintbaaaah!" Janice's rather thin attempt to not be disappointed is interrupted when a tentacle taps her on the shoulder. Cecil, beaming pulls the bulbasaur plushie from behind his back and deposits it in her lap.

"Ohmigodhessocute thank you thank you thank you!" Janice yelps, as Cecil obligingly gets close enough to be hug-tackled (by both child and bulbasaur).

[magnus_archivist]

"You know we're not keeping it." Jonathan leans against the doorframe, studying his assistant. Martin startles, the door to the birdcage shutting with a sharp metallic clang.

No one knows how the nightjar got into the Institute in the first place, though Jon suspects it is behind the recent run of reports of some 'ghost' swooping about the stacks in the evening. He supposes it's fitting, given its link to the supernatural, but still.

It's just a bird.

Even if they had a hell of a time catching it.

"Wildlife rescue will be here for it in a couple hours."

"I... I know, of course." Martin scoffs, though the regret is written all over his face. Martin has been very blatantly in love with the feathery intruder since it was discovered, bringing it bits of everyone's lunch. "I was just... making sure it was comfortable. You know."

"Yeeeeees, well. `Any progress on your research?" Jon asks, a bit pointedly. A lot pointedly. They do have work to be getting on with, after all. Martin blushes horribly, his pale skin doing absolutely nothing to hide his embarrassment.

"Well, you see, um..." Martin begins, but falters in the face of Jon's disapproving stare. "I'll get right on that."

And in a flurry he's gone, and it's just Jon and the nightjar.

Jon waits until Martin's footsteps fade away, until he's sure no one else is hurrying down the corridor.

"Look, he'll be back to admire you the moment I leave, so... don't tell him this is from me. Blame Tim if you must." Jon tells the bird, awkward under its hooded stare. He fishes the little rope toy out of his pocket and fishes it through the bars. "I don't know what your sort likes so... well. There you go. They'll probably have better at the rescue."

Feeling ridiculous, Jon hurries out, chased by the soft chirring of the nightjar.

[makesthings]

Blind date style for you

A twist tie
A hair tie
A tea bag
A broken key

[bjornwilde]

Ahsoka
Sabine
Viv
Jessica
Alustin

[skyhigh_seance]

I'm going blind date style, because I'm a) lazy and b) curious as to what goes where

- two shiny stones
- an unexpected $20 (or similar in-verse currency amount)
- a leaf
- a receipt from a store visited two weeks ago
- a pen cap

[jedi_interrupted]

She's back on Coruscant walking up the Temple steps as fireworks light up the sky. Anakin and Obi-Wan are there waiting for her and she can't help the joy soring in her heart. She breaks into a run and nearly leaps up the stairs.

Behind Anakin and Obi-Wan she can see the Council, all happy to see her back but they aren't as important.

As she runs she feels something digging into her thigh and slows to dig her hand into her pocket.

The sounds of celebration dim, as do the lights.

She pulls out two kyber crystals. Her kyber crystals. One she remembered digging to find in the ice caves of Illium, the other a gift from her Master.

The members of the Council fade into growing darkness.

But that's not right...she lost her sabers. First on Coruscant, then left behind to hide her escape.

What escape?

As she looks up to Anakin and Obi-Wan, they are eaten by the darkness and the cackling of a mad man rises.

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She starts awake in the birth they given her on the cargo ship and curls herself into a ball. She's lucky as the room only has enough room for one cot, so she is alone to cry without unwanted questions.

[holdingacat]

Ooooh, nice twist, I was not thinking of that with the prompt :D

[makesthings]

Ahsoka-beads
Sabine-refills (your choice ammo or paint)
Viv-animal crackers
Jessica-broken key