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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:51 pm
Drucilla squirmed and sniffled, kicking at the thickened layer of seeds. She refused to say this was starting scare her, since being scared of seeds was stupid and only sissies would be scared of something so...stupid.
But, she had to admit, the wretched things were starting to pile up.
"Caleb," she called. No answer. She looked around, and leaned over the side of her glass. "Caleb!"
Still no answer. She leaned further out, standing on tip-toe...
...and gasped horribly as a seed underfoot squished under her weight and sudden emergence of slippery fruit flesh made her slip, sending her careening forward.
"Unghk!"
Grasping the sides of her glass hard, Drucilla gulped and gasped. She'd almost fallen out. She tried to wiggle backwards into the cup, but her feet kept slipping on crushed seeds and their stupid slippery flesh.
"CALEB!" she screamed, only the tears edging her furious voice showing how deeply she was starting to get rattled.
"Christ, Dru, I'm co-OHMYGOD."
Caleb bolted to Drucilla and eased her back into the cup with a gentle prodding, making sure she didn't slip. The pomegranate girl immediately knelt down, latching onto one of the ice cubes like it was a frozen life-preserver.
"I almost fell," Drucilla said, eyes turning watery and sniffling in earnest. "Caleb, get 'em out, I don't wanna fall out."
Gnawing worriedly on a nail, Caleb stared at the growing layer of seeds in anxiety. What the hell were they doing in there in the first place, that's what he wanted to know...
"Okay, Dru. Hold on."
Going into the kitchen and retrieving a slotted spoon, Caleb came back and set Drucilla's cup on the coffee table.
"Just hold still-"
Drucila blanched at the sight of the spoon.
"Waitaminute! I don't want ya pokin' around in my cup," she said, the frightened little girl withdrawing and the angry little brat reemerging. "I'll get the stupid gunk out myself!"
Hanging onto an ice cube one-handed, Drucilla sank her fingers fast and hard into the soft flesh of one of the seeds and threw it angrily out of her cup. It bounced off the coffee table and splattered onto the floor.
Watching as Drucilla forcefully removed the jewel-like little intruders, Caleb ventured once to stick his fingers into the cup to help. Drucilla promptly bit him.
"OW! HEY!"
"I WANNA DO IT FIRS', YOU KEEP YOUR DIRTY FINNERS OUT!"
Caleb looked at the tiny teethmarks on his forefinger and sighed. Jeez.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:30 am
Throughout the day the seed propagation seems to slow and finally come to a stop by nightfall. Is the worst of it over? Or will there be more as soon as you let your guard down? Only time will tell....
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 6:26 pm
"I don't want any more seeds."
"Neither do I. I don't want to keep cleaning these things up off my floor."
Drucilla glared ferociously at Caleb, face scrunching up to release a stressed-out tantrum.
"YOU'RE NOT LIVING IN A CUP FULLA SLIMY YICKY SEED-THINGS THA' ALMOST MADE YOU ALL OUT AND PROLLY DIIIIIE, CALEB," she roared.
Caleb didn't argue with this observation.
"Dru, Druzee, lil' fruit," he said in a pacifying voice. "Lower your voice, sweetheart."
"Go get me a peanut butter sandwich!"
"Dru-"
Drucilla sighed, slumping down in her cup, clinging to an ice cube and too tired from her seed-induced distress to argue.
"Pleasey? Pretty pleasey with sugar an'...an' glitter on top?"
There was a pregnant pause.
"Did you just say please?"
"Wit' sugar an' glitter."
"I'll go get you a sandwich."
"Good. And bring me choc-lit milk!"
Relieved that the spurt of politeness had already come and gone, Caleb ventured into the kitchen to make a sandwich. There was sticky red juice and mutilated seeds in the kitchen sink, where he'd thrown them earlier during the extremely messy clean up.
He picked one up and looked at it, disliking it. No one made his kid act polite on her own, dammit. Stupid seeds. Turning on the water, he flushed the seed down the drain alongside its fellows, and on a whim turned on the garbage disposal.
"That's that," he said under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 11:37 pm
One peculiar thing after another. Seeds no more, but Drucilla herself seems to be looking a little ....different. As the sun goes down so does her color. Not only does the Drinkable! herself turn a deep burgundy color, but her pomegranate drink as well.
What could be happening now?
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:16 am
"Aw, come on."
Drucilla sat crosslegged on an ice cube, sulking.
"Dontcha say a word, Caleb," she said warningly. "Not one stupid word."
Caleb sighed, throwing himself down onto the couch and staring incredulously.
"At least there's no more seeds," he offered, somewhat weakly.
Drucilla made a noise that sounded distinctly like"hmph".
"Maybe your spoiling," he said under his breath.
Drucilla made another noise, this one sounding like "yngrk".
"Do you feel alright?"
"Mmmph."
"Are you sick? Fever? Nausea? Um....toothache?"
"Yngrrrrk."
"Want some ice cream?"
"HMMMMPH."
Things had passed from strange to weird to downright deadly serious. Drucilla was never too moody for ice cream.
"Here...lemme..huh, maybe it was the sunlight? Maybe you're...ripening or something."
The last of the day's sunlight was still spilling into the apartment. Caleb took hold of Dru's glass and set her gently on her bookshelf-room, away from the last pooling spots of sunlight. She sat in graying shadows, looking definitely distressed.
"There. Out of the light," he said.
Drucilla looked down at herself, then kicked at her juice irritably.
"I'm still too dark," she complained sharply. "I wanna be pink again. Make me pink again, Caleb! I wanna be pink, I don't wanna be red, I wanna be pink I wanna be pink I wanna be pi-"
"Dru! Shhhh!"
Wringing his hands a bit, Caleb shrugged to Drucilla helplessly.
'We just gotta....sit and wait this out. If anything else happens I can call the shop, okay?"
"It's probably their fault!" Drucilla snarled, eyes brimming with tears. "Them and their stupid party and their stupid glowin' raid-o-active pink rain and their stupid EVERYTHING!"
And with that, Drucilla finally snapped. She burst into tears and slipped off the ice cube, huddling on one side of her glass and nearly completely submerging herself.
Caleb sighed.
"I'm sorry, Dru....I don't know what to do..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 11:42 am
As the young Drinkable! cries there is a faint glow of pink around the rim of her cup and her color turns darker still, now nearly black.
Could this be her darkest hour?
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 2:05 pm
Despite the force of her crying, Drucilla saw the glow through thick-teared, squinting eyes.
"What...?"
The miserable curiosity turned into fright as she darkened even more, and Drucilla splashed around the cup in definite alarm.
"Caleb! Caleb, what's wrong wit' me? Am I dying?" she screeched, scrabbling onto the ice cube again and curling up on it, eyes wide. She had no real definition of what 'dying' meant, other than whenever someone dying....died...there usually meant a lack of movement. And breathing.
"Caleb, make it stop," she said, starting to cry again. What the heck! Seriously! Bad things happened to other people, not to her.
"s**t. Dammit. Mother-blessed son of a..."
Caleb forced his mouth shut before any more bad language escaped, jumping up and seizing Drucilla's glass again. The movement was too abrupt and Drucilla slid off the ice cube with a yelp, landing in the juice again. She splashed around like a drowning person and scrabbled onto the cubes again, glaring daggers at Caleb as she cried.
Ignoring the look and setting her on the coffee table again, Caleb went for the phone.
"I'm calling them. This isn't right. Dru, you must be sick..." he said, frantically dialing and in his panic dialing the wrong numbers over and over. He cursed and tried to take it slower, but still fumbled with the keys.
Drucilla sniffled, sitting on her ice cube and staring at her juice like one would look at a beloved puppy turned rabid.
"Stupid juice," she said halfheartedly. "Stupid dying. Stupid glow makin' me turn darker an' making me die."
"Drucilla, you're not dy....wait. What did you say?" Caleb said, slowly taking the phone away from his ear.
Drucilla, staring at her nearly-black body in despair, shrugged.
"Jus' now, when I turned all black an' stuff. My stupid cup glowed....I tol' you that stupid pink rain was raid-o-active."
Caleb set the phone down, leaning in very close to look at Drucilla's cup. He could see no evidence of the glow now...
...but who was to say that wasn't what caused it?
"Son of a b***h, what do I do..."
Drucilla sniffled.
"Give me a nice fume-er-all," she said solemnly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:33 pm
Once the young Drinkable! stops crying her drink seems to lighten in color to a dark maroon again. Interesting...
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:10 pm
Sniffling wetly but starting to reign herself back in under control, Drucilla heaved a long sigh and hung over the rim of her cup.
"I wan' flowers, and loud music, an' I want ever'one to say how much they loved me," she demanded, staring pointedly at Caleb. "And I wan' there to be cake and choc-lit milk and candy and-"
"Um, Dru..."
"SHHHH! I'm plannin' my fume-er-all, don't inner-upt! Anyways...I want there to be lotsa loud music, and the good stuff, not stupid old-people music. Stuff like...liiike...um...oh, y'know what I like. And I want-"
"Drucilla, look at your-"
"Didn't I jus' say don't inner-upt? ANYWAYS. I want balloons, and streamers, and I want my box, the...the cough-thin-"
"Coffin. And Dru, please, just look at yourself for one second-"
"IT'S CALLED A COUGH-THIN, CALEB, SHUT UP! Anyways. I wan' this to be a good fume-er-all, so don't get all cheap and stuff and flush me down the potty like Imma goldfish or something-"
Caleb sighed and clapped a hand to his forehead.
"Drucilla Lilith October Morse. Stop talking for three goddamn seconds and look at yourself."
Drucilla glared at Caleb, hands on her hips and lower lip jutting out in a pout.
"You don't talk to a dyin' person like that!" she snarled. "When I'm dead I'm gonna haunt you and push you down stairs and throw stuff at your head and heeeeeeeey I'm turning lighter again!"
During her diatribe, Drucilla had gradually looked down at herself to see what the big deal was.
Okay. Now that she saw, maybe this was good. Maybe she wasn't dying.
"Okay. So maybe I isn't as sick as I thought," she said delicately. "But if I do gets ta dyin', I don't want a cheap fume-er-all. I mean it. You're gonna throw a big nice one and you're gonna be sad and stuff."
"Duly noted."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 10:30 pm
What a relief, finally a turn for the better. Such good news makes more than just the heart overflow, in fact, Drucilla’s cup is as well! Her pomegranate has breeched the top and brimming over, spilling over the edge like a fountain with an invisible water supply. It steadily pours with no sign of stopping, soaking and staining everything around.
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