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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:16 pm
All for meMeeting Azzo. Suspicious of his hunger for baked goods.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:18 pm
At the MallMeeting Yvette, aka Underwear Girl. She faints, Evie has a cow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:20 pm
31 SamplesEvie gets conned by the worst kid in the world.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:24 pm
Things Cake Can't FixEvie meets a talking cat and threatens her with bodily harm. And also a bitchy terrorist. And also Evie is a terrorist.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:25 pm
What now?
Evelyn Caffrey had shuffled home in a daze, both of her hands clutching the two new items she’d been given by a talking cat lady and her abrasive, blonde cohort. As eager as she was to dismiss it as a daydream or sleep deprivation induced hallucination, the fact remained that the pen and cell phone in her hands were very much corporeal, and seemed to be staying that way.
She dropped them on her bed and stared for a few minutes and when they were still there, she ran into the kitchen to brew some coffee. She sat there, casually sipping and watching the clock tick to three thirty, when her father hobbled out of his room to join her and quietly down half the pot. They both exchanged lethargic grunts in greeting and there was a pleasant lull where they sat at the breakfast bar, silently absorbing their caffeine together.
Neither felt the need to attempt conversation. It was an ungodly early hour and Evie and her dad both had a fairly good understanding of each other to the point they didn’t need polite conversation, especially when they were both in such a foggy state of mind. But eventually, he hobbled back to his room to get dressed and start on his long and careful morning ritual, and Evie knew she needed to get her a** to bed if she was going to get anything done at all tomorrow.
But waiting for her on her bed were the still very much in existence pen and cellphone, and when she saw them, she let out a frustrated , high pitched noise that might have seemed subdued during a regular day, but in the dead quiet of four am in their tiny house? It made her dad rush in to see what was wrong and she heard her sister throw something at her closed bedroom door to announce her displeasure about being awakened without actually getting out of bed.
“Evelyn?” Charles asked, gingerly, like he was unsure if she would turn her anger on him if he provoked her. He had a feeling she’d been up all night and was a little wary of poking the bear. But when she was slow to react, he noticed the items on her bed and frowned a little. “You bought a new cellphone?” This time it was less concern and more irritation. Charles Caffrey was a frugal man, and didn’t approve of this new phone when she had a perfectly good, if not outdated, one already.
“No, I—“ Evelyn’s explanation was cut short. Her old phone was shattered on the side walk. “Oh, yeah. I dropped my old one,” She told him, her dazed demeanor returning.
Her dad definitely noticed that but figured it was from the long day she was still awake from and just let the subject go. “Well, get some sleep,” He said, leaving her with a light pat on the shoulder before disappearing from the room to go resume his routine.
Evie was completely dumbstruck. This was hard to process under normal circumstance but even harder because <********>, she was tired. She picked up the henshin pen and the cell phone and stuffed them in one of her clothing drawers, under everything and out of sight before turning out the lights, crawling into bed, and vowing to never look at them again.
And she kept that promise at least for the next morning.
Yup. Evelyn Caffrey was not looking in the bottom of that drawer no matter what. She stared at it briefly, and assured herself that there was nothing of note in there.
Get out of bed, get dressed, avoid the sock drawer. And she wasn’t avoiding it because she was hiding from something in there or anything. It was because she had some really comfortable sandals she was going to wear today. At least that’s what she continued to tell herself as she got ready for class. She didn’t have time for last night’s weird dreams, she had a lecture and then an early shift at work and needed quite the caffeine intake if she was going to get through it all.
She was quite determined to never give this sailor senshi thing another thought.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:30 pm
The Beleaguered Birthday Girl
The sunlight was harsh and unwelcome, this lovely and un-busy Wednesday morning. The mostly still asleep Evie rolled over to her side and groaned. She didn’t have to be at work until 10am today. Too bad she couldn’t tell the sun to not shine directly on her face for another hour or so. But then a small “Psst” made her eyes shoot open and she shot up to a sitting position to be nose to nose with her little sister.
“Happy birthday!” She screamed in unison with their also present father, holding a tray of breakfast food.
Evie cringed. Yes, this was pretty par for the course on her birthday, but it didn’t make it feel like any less of an intrusion. And she had been so preoccupied with everything lately, she completely forgot to prepare. Usually she made sure her hair was perfect, her room was clean, and she was in adorable pajamas that were more for show than comfort. Especially in the recent years when she didn’t have to just deal with her dad snapping a million photos of her and Dana and posting them en masse on facebook, but Dana had taken an interest in film, and had a video camera attached to her hand.
“And so, the swamp monster awakes,” Dana said in her best narrator voice, awkwardly holding the camera to catch Evie’s embarrassing state of bedhead while also trying to get her own face in as much as possible. Evie crossed her arms and pouted, hoping that if she didn’t indulge her, she’d go away. Her unresponsiveness didn’t deter either family member.
Dana crawled up and sat on her bed with her, making ‘whooo~’ sounds as she zoomed in and out on their cheek to cheek smashed faces. Charles Caffrey was snapping photos, pleased to have a few pictures they were both in frame and not causing each other bodily harm.
“…Is… is that bacon?” Evie had just taken note of the variety of smells they’d hauled into her room.
“Oh! Oh ho ho, is the righteous vegetarian feeling the sting of temptation?” Dana asked as she grabbed a strip and waved it in Evie’s face, making her squeal and smack it back. “Ew! Dana, that thing is dripping grease all over my blankets!”
“Girls…” Charles gave the low warning before pulling the tray over for Evie. “You’ve got pancakes.”
If there was anything Charles did well, it was cooking. And the stack of fluffy cake in front of Evie was a sight to behold with a scoop of ice cream and chocolate drizzled over the concoction in lieu of syrup and butter fare. There was also a 1 and a 9 candle near it, the delicate cakes not strong enough to hold both them and ice cream.
It did look yummy, if cavity inducing, but Evie had no taste for decadent sweets since she’d landed a job at a bakery.
But at the same time, her dad was the sort that made it downright painful to disappoint so she tried to smile and act like she was actually eager to eat it. Oh god, too much sweet. A salty piece of bacon would’ve tapered it off nicely…
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“Well I’m off!” Evie ran her fingers along the brim of her hat before she slung her messenger bag over her shoulder.
“Do you really have to work today?” Her dad was such a stickler for birthdays and holidays. They were all busy, so Evie could see where he was coming from, but birthdays were not national holidays, and his congregation’s crises didn’t stop for those holidays. They just never seemed to line up right.
“Dad, I really can’t. Sorry. Maybe next year I’ll put in for a vacation day?” She suggested, fleeing with a piece of toast before he could complain any more. She always felt like scum when she ditched him. Charles Caffrey lived for his girls and whenever they left him the disappointment was never well hidden.
Evie couldn’t help but reflect on that as she walked to the bus stop. She knew he was planning her birthday dinner, but she also knew she only had about a 50/50 chance of making it there. Maybe she would throw herself on the mercy of her manager just in case she tried to make her stay late.
It felt like she never got her dad to herself. There was always someone in his church going through a divorce or a crisis of faith or, she presumed, just got lonely. And he always rushed to counsel anyone who asked. If she didn’t know any better she’d estimate he spent more time in his office with strangers than at home.
And yet, all of this, from needing to ditch her dad for work to the really cranky customers she spent the day serving coffee too, seemed to miniscule and unimportant when compared to the fact she probably wouldn’t make it out to help anyone at the Surrounding. She supposed she should just be thankful her dad wasn’t up there. Or worse! Dana! Her dad would probably kill himself looking for her if Dana disappeared. And Dana would probably goad the Zodiacs into launching her into empty space before anyone thought of a rescue.
So did she selfishly ruin whatever surprise her dad had probably scrimped and maneuvered like all hell to give her? Or selfishly indulge in a birthday party and not contribute all she could to stranded civilians?
She did sort of dwell on what her mom would do. Obviously Officer Caffrey took days off. But at the same time it wasn’t as personal as senshi stuff, was it? There were other cops pulling other shifts and helping other people… though that logic also applied to senshi. Much more experienced senshi than Eunomia.
By the end of her work shift, she had decided to pretend the Surrounding problem didn’t exist. Even supernatural crime fighters deserve family time.
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“Dad?” Evie had been super eager to flounce in and make her grand entrance. It might not have counted as a birthday party, since it would’ve consisted of just Dana and her dad… except her dad wasn’t there. Instead there was a homemade birthday cake, a wrapped present, and a ‘sorry’ card explaining he had to go, but dinner was in the oven.
She should’ve figured. Her dad had been busy with the Surrounding Crisis too, even though he didn’t know it. Lots of people wanted advice and counseling and someone to yell at about how much God ******** them over and he was just too happy to oblige them that small comfort. Evie just sort of flopped in her chair and sighed.
“Oh, good, you’re home,” Dana emerged from the hallway. “Dad had to go.”
“I see that,” Evie said flatly, waving the card around with the hand that wasn’t currently holding up her head.
“Well, now that you’re here we can finally eat cake!”
“There’s dinner in the oven,” Just because their dad was gone and it was someone’s birthday was no reason to break dinner protocol with sweets before dessert.
Dana groaned and flopped around like a dying fish. “I don’t want dinner. It’s all vegetarian anyway. I’m a carnivore, Evelyn, I need meeeeeeeeeeat,” She said, ending with a ravenous sounding growl.
“There’s no meat in cake,” Evie said with an eyeroll before remembering Dana trying to shove bacon down her throat this morning. “…I… is there?”
“Maybe. No, dad made it.” Dana was already going for the cake cutter. Evie intercepted it and grabbed the still warm pans out of the oven. “Dinner first, Dana.” And dinner did look pleasing. Onion rings, mozzarella sticks, and spinach lasagna just to keep it from all being a heart attack platter.
She arranged it all nicely and grabbed some plates, but when she turned around, the little savage was eating cake with her hands. Ew.
“Dana!” She shrieked in horror, but her sister responded by flinging a handful of frosting at her, which landed right in one of her braids. “Dana, I swear you are in so much trou-“ More frosting. This time on her shirt. Evie was livid, and she put down her plates to stomp over there and put an end to this.
The end came twenty minutes later when they were out of cake, because it was coating their hair and faces. Normally Evie would lament such a waste but quite a bit of it did make it in their mouths, even if my savage forces of vengeance. And it was a delicious cake.
“This place is a mess,” She sighed, collapsing in exhaustion right on the floor. Dana collapsed dramatically next to her, though she was in supply of much more energy. She also grabbed a piece of fried mozzarella, speared in in the frosting stuck to Evie’s face, and ate it.
“…You’re so gross.”
“I’m a culinary genius.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:36 pm
Sticky Fingers
The Surrounding was amazing. Sure, yeah, the only reason they were there was because of a major crises involving a little over fifty innocent lives but really, they were in space! There were stars everywhere and rainbow roads and funky outposts full of weird senshi culture. Eunomia had spent the majority of her time at Virgo’s outpost, admiring tapestries and the healing powers that seemed to repair everyone at record speed, but somehow she ended up following a crowd to Aquarius’ outpost. The senshi this place belonged to never caught her eye, but the place was just awesome. It was like a goddamn ocean of books!
Even if some of them were knocked around and messed up. The civilians pawing through them probably weren’t helping. And so Eunomia decided to take a break from helping civilians and start picking up books. She also tried to be loyal to her namesake and put them in order, but it wasn’t exactly an easy task since she didn’t have a remote clue to their contents and languages. She tried to make her best guesses.
It was a relaxing, if not somewhat confrontational task as she occasionally ripped a book out of a civilian’s hand and got into a snit here or there about who was the boss of what. Unless a Zodiac was going to make their argument, she wasn’t going to stop, especially after she had already put an hour or two into it.
Her little book organization ring grew in size over the hours, reaching an impressive size, until she was distracted away from it. In a more ruined sections of outpost, there was a broken display case, and rocks littering the ground under book piles. Interesting rocks. Different rocks. Volcanic rocks?
Eunomia shifted her attention from organizing books to organizing rocks. A few seemed to fit together, like they had once been one big rock. Other rocks obviously belonged in an organized little circle. Or stacked like a pyramid. Some obviously belonged over here. Maybe. Or over there. Not once did it occur to her that this outpost belonged to another senshi and all of her deciding where things went was the equivalent of coming into a stranger’s house and deciding their couch would work much better over there.
“Hey, cool rock!” One of those nosey civilians they were sort of here to save had one of his grubby paws on one of her arrangements!
“Hey! That’s not yours!” Eunomia left her current project to run over and snatch the basalt stone out of his hands. The poor innocent held up his hands defensively and retreated to go find something else. Eunomia found herself inordinately defended he grabbed this rock that totally did not belong to her and stuffed it away in her fuku for safekeeping until she could go put it back in its place she totally decided it belonged in.
But first she decided to frolic around and explore and find more rocks she had a disturbing amount of interest in.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:37 pm
BreachYOUMA IN THE SURROUNDING
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:40 pm
The Thief's Lament
Eunomia had a ritual for returning home after a long battle. And it was mostly powering down and shuffling to bed like a zombie. What else does one do after fighting off a giant youma dragon, partying with a bunch of senshi in space, and then making a disproportionately quiet return?
She was about to get started on the powering down part when her slump caused something to fall out of her fuku. Confused, she picked it up off the ground and inspected it, not quite sure why there was a rock in th—“Oh, God.”
She let out a weird whimper and frantically looked around to make sure no one was around to see before she powered down and hid it in her jacket, all while her brain went a mile a minute, just completely losing whatever s**t it had left to lose.
It was official. Evelyn Caffrey, stalwart advocate of the rules and laws of mankind… had robbed someone. And not just any someone, a Zodiac senshi.
She had started guiltily scurrying home when she pulled out the stone to take another look at it again and let out a wail that sounded like a dying cat. She should return it. And explain, yes. It was just a mistake! Except, she didn’t know who to return it too. And what if they jumped to conclusions? There had been a lot of bile about the Zodiacs protecting their property to what some senshi apparently considered inappropriate lengths, what if they thought she was getting back at them? Or worse, hated her forever?
Instead of her walk of shame, she shifted to a frantic run home. And even this late at night, someone in her house was awake.
“Hi, honey!” Evie greeted her dad’s welcome with a SHRIEK before she got a grip, clutching the rock with both hands against her chest. “…Oh. Hi, dad.”
He looked confused, and rightly so, since his daughter had just screamed at him, but she didn’t give him time to formulate one of the many obvious questions. She scuttled into her little room and shut the door. And locked it, and then moved her desk chair in front of it just in case.
She threw the rock on her bed and stared at the only evidence of her guilt. What would her team think? Oh god, what would Iris say? She would never live this down. Somehow the fact that she was only an accidental criminal made it all the more embarrassing on top of it.
She wailed again. “This is all your fault,” She said, staring at the gray and uninteresting thing. It must’ve had a judgment impairing spell on it, or something. It was obviously something related to senshi-ing. After all, she’d found it in space, in a Zodiac outpost, and it had scratch marks in it vaguely resembling the symbols on her brooch and boots.
But she didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t want it to be here! She wanted to will it away to its proper place in the Surrounding or at the very least, will it somewhere less incriminating than her room.
But then getting rid of it was just wrong and adding more wrongness to a situation she hated with all of her guts. No, she wouldn’t destroy this stolen property. She would find the senshi it belonged to and return it. Probably. If she could do it quietly…
For now she grabbed a desk drawer and cleaned it out, put the rock on the bottom, and then carefully stacked everything on top of it, all the while telling herself she wasn’t hiding it… she was just keeping it safe!
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