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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 3:56 am
[PRP] Space: The Final Frontier (Ophelia & Switch)Summary: Ophelia is out walking Chilli when he suddenly runs away and drags her to a shop called Balcombe Curiosities. Inside she finds a model of the new version of the USS Enterprise NC-1701 and takes it home as a gift from the owner
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:50 am
“MORPHEUS! I’M HOME DARLING BROTHER! LOOK WHAT I HAVE!” yelled Ophelia as she swept into the living room, Chilli trotting in behind her. Not waiting for her brothers’ reply she immediately skipped over to him before hauling him to face her and holding up her prize. Whilst Ophelia manhandled her brother Chilli took the time to sprint over to Bonnie, the previously lazing dog, and pounce on her, starting a wrestling match. As Bonnie joined in and rolled with Chilli they nearly rolled on top of Aslan, the previously lounging cat, causing it to jump and puff up before taking a swipe at them and stalking out of the room. As Morpheus registered the chaos that had taken over his previously peaceful day he gave a tired sigh. Is one quiet day too much to ask for he begged silently, casting his eyes heavenward.
“What Ophelia?” He asked glancing at her before stopping at what she held. Was that a model of the USS Enterprise? Oh god no. The shrine of Sci-fi she had was already full enough and he could tell she was going to be geeking out over this for months.
“Well, I was just talking my morning walk when all over a sudden Chilli took off and led me on great big chase through the city before stopping at this store, Balcombe Curiousities, where I met this woman, Switch, and whilst I was wondering around her shop I tripped and this fell into my lap, a model of the USS Enterprise NC 17-01 the Star Trek XI version. It’s really detailed too – Look you can see the insides of the rooms through the windows.” She replied in one great big rush. Her brother being used to her fast pace speaking merely quirked an eyebrow before taking it off her to inspect it.
“Hmmm looks expensive, how much did it cost” he asked her suspiciously. They barley scraped past on the bills so he didn’t see how she could have afforded it, if she’d gotten them into debt she was dead.
“Oh! It was free, the owner insisted – said it was an early Christmas gift.” She replied before skipping up to her shrine of all-that-is-Sci-fi-thus-awesome that held a prominent place on the mantle shelf. Smiling happily she placed it at the front centre before giving a kiss and twirling around to her brother giving the shrine a ‘ta-da’ gesture. Of course he wasn’t listening because he was too busy freaking out over the idea that Ophelia had accepted a Christmas gift from a stranger.
“ARE YOU INSANE!?! Wait. Don’t answer that. Of course you are, I’ve know this for years. Let me rephrase, ARE YOU MORE INSANE THAN USUAL!?!? A CHRISTMAS GIFT FROM A STRANGER!?!? YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME! AFTER WE FINALLY GOT RID OF THE Q DOLL WE WERE MISSING OUR ATTIC! WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN THIS TIME!?! THE ENTERPRISE IS NOTOURISE FOR ITS WEIRDNESS! Hell for all we know we’ll wake up to find all our technology on the fritz! Wouldn’t surprise me with how often it fudged up on that ship.” He ranted at her with fury that slowly died down into grumbling as she gave him puppy dog eyes.
“At least it always worked when it was a life and death.” She joked with a cheeky grin, still hovering in front of the model in case he tried anything. Inside she gave a small cheer as her brother grumpily left the room muttering about sweeping out the kitchen. Ophelia: 3867, Morpheus: 3865. She was still the best. Giving another blinding grin at her newest acquisition she skipped out of the room, she felt like going and watching some of the old Star Trek episodes now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 4:31 am
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Ophelia frowned as she opened her brothers’ bedroom door. He usually wasn’t still asleep this late, despite how much he hated getting up early. Watching him snore gently she walked up to his bed side and inspected the mug of cold coffee placed on the side table. Brows crinkling further she wondered what had sent him back to bed after he had already gotten up, the only explanation for the coffee. Shrugging she figured that she would find out when he woke up.
Picking up his coffee mug she made her way to the kitchen, passing through the living room on the way there. She frowned yet again when she noticed that the curtains hadn’t been opened yet. Opening the curtains she gave a small smile at the scene the pale morning sun made over the backyard. She started slightly when she noticed something move in the reflection in the glass without the telltale tinkle that followed the movement of any of the animals.
Twirling around she felt herself go cold as she shouted out “NOT THE TOASTER!”.
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“Not the toaster? Not the toaster!?! That’s the first thing you think of when you see a mysterious toddler in the house!?!” Morpheus asked incredulously.
“Hey! At least I didn’t pass it all off as a hallucination! What the hell are you on if that’s your first thought!” She asked as she sulked in her seat, holding the mentioned toddler as he squirmed.
Morpheus stared blankly at Ophelia for a second before starting to lightly thump his head against the dining table they sat around.
“So how do you think he got here?” Ophelia mused as her brother slowly gave himself a concussion. She suspected that he had formed from some kind of imprint off the now lifeless Enterprise model, maybe the shop lady would know. Nah. That idea was preposterous. Probably a spontaneous event caused by the disruption to the world’s normal flow from the amount of magic that had been thrown about lately.
Sighing Morpheus lifted his head he gave his sister a baleful stare before taking the kid from her lap. “That’s not the important question. What we are going to do with him is.” He said feeling trepidation at the glint that entered his sisters’ eye at that.
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Morpheus felt a confusing mixture of amusement and horror as he looked into the project his sister had been working on all day. It was a nursery, and although it was only half finished with items here and there missing it made clear that she intended to keep and raise the kid. He wondered for one second if it had even crossed her mind to look for the kids parents or to considered the social services but taking a look at the kid as he played with Ophelia he knew there were no parents and social services would never receive a call. Because looking at Ophelia he could see that to the kid she was his mom and to Ophelia that was her kid, as weird as that was.
“So what’s his name?” he inquired as Ophelia looked up startled at him, she hadn’t relized he was in the room.
“Pilot, his 2 years old and likes the colour blue, sparky stuff and clouds. He doesn’t like the colour red and the sky when it gets all angry. Can I keep him?” She asked looking at her brother with wide eyes that Pilot also turned on him.
Crumbling under the combined forces of their eyes he gave a warm smile as he nodded before adding, “But you have to take good care of him, okay? His only a toddler and kids are hard work. I don’t want this to end badly for either of you, could wreck both your lives.”. At his words his sister gave a serious nod before pulling Pilot close to her in a hug.
Giving his sister a departing nod he strode off to his office. They would need to make arrangements for the newest member of the family.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 11:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 11:31 pm
By the time that was all over and he was snuggling into his pillows to go back to sleep Mom had come in and told him it was time to get up and then had carried him away from his crib. Being tired and grumpy he’d found none of his usual joy in playing with his alphabet soup that he usually did, in fact it had tasted rather cold.
Morning rituals out of the way Mom had left him with Uncle Morph so that she could work peacefully in her office. This made him sulk harder because he’d been looking forward to talking with Lappy, he always had the funny stories about Mrs. I – he really wished he could meet her one day; he’d only heard of her from others or in echoes held by others around. But no instead he had to stay in his playroom with all the really stupid ones, they never had more to say than ‘Hi. I’m –insert name-‘, ‘that’s nice’ and various repetitive noises.
By the time lunch had rolled round he had a headache from Clock’s constant drone of ‘Tick-Tock’ and he’d lost his favourite screwdriver which in turn his mood from mildly upset to downright sour. Because of his foul mood he’d barely touched his lunch which meant when Mom settled him in for his afternoon nap he couldn’t sleep because he was too hungry. By the time Uncle Morph came to get him he still hadn’t managed to grab any sleep which put his mood somewhere around ‘run for your life!’.
Then Uncle Morph delivered the icing on the bad day cake. They had to cancel their trip to the local hardware store because it was closed due to the owner having an accident. Feeling his lip begin to wibble and his eyes water he took a deep breath before he started wailing. The day had just gone so bad and he wanted it to be over and gosh darn it he was upset.
Despite Uncle Morph’s best efforts he just began to cry harder and harder as the minutes went on and just as his voice was about to give from his crying when he felt something well up inside him. It was bright and fierce and left him feeling all energized but there was too much of it and it started to hurt. Crying out in pain he flung his hands out wishing for it to go away and then ZAP.
His eyes snapped open as he heard a yelp of pain to see a singed Uncle Morph and the pain was gone, now it was just a gentle buzzing beneath his skin. Watching as Uncle Morph did a funny dance around the room whilst calling for Mom he couldn’t help but feel laughter bubble up in him. Maybe the day wasn’t totally ruined.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 2:41 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 11:35 pm
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Pilots opinion of Flyball hadn’t improved since they’d arrived at the small park in Barton where the races where being held. It was cold, dirty and all the women on the team kept pinching his cheeks and saying how cute he was and Mum wasn’t doing anything! Pouting Pilot winced when all that did was incite another round of giggling and cooing, it wasn’t fair!
Chuckling as she watched Pilot sulk Ophelia made little shooing motions to the small crowd of her team members, reminding them that they had a race up next. Going to the cage where Chilli was she opened it up giving her dog a smile as he barked in excitement. Clipping on her treat bag she passed Morpheus and Pilot, the former trying to convince the latter to come watch unsuccessfully. Shaking her head she pulled walked over to the ring entrance with her teammates, ready to kick the Barton Buccaneers asses.
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It was well after lunch time and everyone was feeling the weight of day causing everyone, the dogs more than any, to slow down. With the more relaxed atmosphere Pilots grumpy mood had eased up, though that might have had something to do with chips he was allowed for lunch. Opening her eyes lazily Ophelia watched as he quietly fiddled with the bundle of wires and cogs he took everywhere with him. Giving a small smile at the cute picture he made she got up with a stretch before walking over and scooping him up, much to his protest.
“Its Morpheus and Bonnie’s last race for the day and you’re going to come watch whether you want to or not.” She told him in a firm voice, walking over to the ring.
Pilot gave a huff, stuffing his thing-a-ma-widget back into the pocket in his overalls. Deciding it was better to do as Mom asked so that she would leave him alone he started to pay attention to what was going on in the ring. Prepared to be bored he was blown away when the lights finished counting down and the start dogs zoomed over the jumps got to ball and zoomed back as the next dog passed them until all four dogs where down in 21 seconds according to the board at the back. Gasping in excitement and cheering for the win of that heat to Uncle Morphy’s team Pilot turned wide eyes to his Mom and babbled about how cool and awesome that was with a wide smile the entire time.
Smiling happily to herself Ophelia couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction to a division one team would be.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:25 am
“You see over there Pilot? The butterflies, how many are there?” She asked pointing lazily from her spot under a tree in the backyard.
Looking at the dancing butterflies Pilot scrunched up his nose, they were so much more difficult to count when they kept flitting about. “Ummm, five?” he asked hesitantly, looking to his Mom for confirmation. Seeing her give a satisfied nod he gave a pleased smile.
“And how many Plunnies are in the backyard?” She asked with a mischievous smile.
Pilot for one second looked around seriously before what she’d asked him to count sunk in. Spinning around on the spot to face her he gave an exasperated cry, “Mom! Don’t ask me to count fake stuff!”.
Ophelia pouted and fervently denied making them up, Plunnies were very much real and a serious pest for some people. Pilot just gave her a mock glare before sending a small shock her way causing her to sit up with a startled yelp and develop an evil look on her face. Pilot had about one second to regret his decision before he was on the receiving end of a tickle attack.
Catchy his breath after the attack ended Pilot gave his Mom a wide smile, he always loved this part of the day.
Grinning down at Pilot she gave his hair a ruffle before hauling him up into her lap, both actions earning an indignant cry. “Come on, let’s move onto letters. I spy with my little eye something beginning with P.” She said after a moment of thought.
Looking around and muttering the letter P under his breath he searched for what it could be, which was a lot.
“Pebble?”
“Nope.”
“Plant?”
“Nu-uh.”
“Pond?”
“Not even close.”
“Path?”
“Bingo!”
Pilot gave a small fist pump at his victory before looking around to find his item, this was the hardest part because Mom always got it straight away. Spying his item he said the well known ryme, “I spy with my little eye something beginning with D.”
“Doorknob.”
“Dang it!”
“Language Pilot!”
Laughter rang out again as another tickle attack was launched.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 3:41 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:52 am
Growth Prompt:
Pilot is growing up fast, but the little space wonder seems to be more or less set in his ways. Once he decides something it seems to take a bit of prodding to get him to change his mind about it, as proven by that little Flyball tournament he ended up loving. But, has there ever been a time where Pilot wanted to do something but ended up not liking it? What happened when he thought he wanted something so bad, but it turned out to be nothing like he expected?
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 3:01 am
She’d found a science exhibit, for children, that had a section on electricity –Including a Tesla coil! They planned it for weeks and for the last few days leading up to the visit Pilot had been positively giddy, he wouldn’t shut up about. So it was on a bright sunny day they all piled into the car and headed off to the exhibit, chattering happily.
Everything was going well, the exhibits they were passing where interesting and more importantly, Pilot could understand them which was what could have made or broken the trip. When they arrived at the ‘Caged Electricity’ exhibit the countdown on the Tesla Coil was in its last few minutes, giving them just enough time to read the fun little information plaques.
It was whilst slowly reading one of them out loud to himself that he got the first inkling that something might be wrong. Since entering the room he’d felt the buzzing in that came from the Tesla Coil slowly get louder as it charged, edging from comforting buzz to nails on chalkboard. Feeling a headache build as the countdown slowly reached zero Pilot clutched his head, it now positively throbbing.
Then as the countdown reached zero his head exploded, vision flashing in and out and all he could see was bright purple branches of light that blinked in and out – bringing with them an irrational fear that froze him in place, stopping his breathe.
And then everything was black.
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It was to a smell that made him scrunch up his nose in distaste (It was so... clean?) and his Mom’s soothing voice that he slowly came back to awareness “Pilot, sweetheart, can you open your eyes?” . Giving a mumbled protest he opened his surprisingly heavy eyes, blinking as his eyes slowly came to focus. His Mom was standing right beside him, holding his hand, Uncle Morphy was talking to a lady in a white uniform and they appeared to be in the nurse’s station – Mom had pointed it out as they walked through.
He was puzzled for a moment as to why he was here, he wasn’t sick was he, before he remembered the last few moments of awareness which caused him to sit straight up with a startled gasp. “Shh sweetie, your alright now, just a slight panic attack but it’s over now, where heading home.” His Mom said in a reassuring voice, slowly soothing a hand down his back.
Giving a small whimper he leapt into her arms and snuggled into her arms, head hiding and refusing to come out of his hiding spot until they’d left. The visit had sounded so great all week but now all he could think about was his wish that he’d never gone.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 9:11 pm
“Good Morning!”He said cheerily, snagging a piece of toast off Ophelia’s plate. He received his usual replies of good morning, Ophelia and Morpheus both totally focused on their food, when they both simultaneously froze. Something in Pilot’s voice was a bit off; it had lost some of its babyness. As one they both looked up and stared at Pilot. After a beat what they where seeing seemed to sink in causing an instant reaction from both of them, Ophelia dropped her fork, splattering egg, and Morpheus who had just taken a sip of his coffee spewed it out, coating the table.
“When Mom said we grew up fast I didn’t think she was being literal!” Ophelia spat out after she got over the first shock. Morpheus just sent her an incredulous look and went back to staring at Pilot. Just the night before Pilot had been a small adorable toddler and now he stood before them as a not as small as before and just as adorable child.
Pilot just gave them a confused look and with the piece of toast hanging out of his mouth, muffling him, he gave out a confused “What?”.
“Pilot, sweetheart you do realize that you grew a couple of years over night.” Ophelia asked in a gentle voice getting up and grabbing a cloth to clean up the mess that they had made in their shock. Morpheus just continued to stare blankly at Pilot, a baffled look on his face.
Ripping of his piece of toast and swallowing it Pilot gave his answer with a nonchalant shrug, “Sure, Isn’t that normal?”.
Blinking at him slowly Ophelia opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before letting out a small distressed sound, this was too much for her this early in the morning. “Sure. Whatever, for all I know that is normal for your species.” Was her eventual reply. Giving a sigh she considered all that they would have to do with this sudden growth spurt, Pilot would now need a proper bed, they’d probably have to get him new toys and if his knowledge was equivalent to his age they’d probably need new books as well. “C’mon we need to go get you new stuff now, go get ready to go out in ten.” She said putting down the cloth she had been using to clean and picking up her half finished breakfast to clean up.
Still munching on his toast Pilot gave a small shrug and strolled out of the room to go get ready. Morpheus through this whole ordeal had stayed in the exact same place, confused experience firmly fixed. Turning to him once she’d finished cleaning up Ophelia raised her eyebrow in question, slightly worried by his reaction.
Seeming to finally shake himself out of it Morpheus finally voiced what had been bugging him, “Where did he get those clothes from?”.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 4:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 7:41 pm
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