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lu-vin-it · 3 months

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Luck

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Part 2

Summary: You'd always been close to the Snow's, especially Tigris. You lived beside them, starved with them during the war, and helped feed them after. You've also had a crush on Coriolanus for forever.

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Pronouns Used: None Mentioned

Word Count: 10,962

Warnings: A LOT of murder, y/n is a tad evil!, poison, drug use (morphling), they drink some champagne too, typical Hunger Games stuff, somewhat consistent with the actual movie timeline, somewhat consistent with the book, most of the dialogue is pulled directly from a transcript of the movie

A/N: My first Hunger Games fic, Yay! It's a man, Boo! This is also a two parter unfortunately so get ready for the cliffhanger!! This is the longest fic I've ever written! I am embarrassed. Thanks to @lemkay-luminary , @lunatiqez , and @mictodii for proofreading, ilysm bffs!!!

Your family, the Rose’s, had a similar standing to the Snows. Maybe that’s why you got along with Tigris so well. You knew what she was going through, you understood her day to day struggle.

Tigris and you were pushed to be friends by your parents, before the dark days. You were two years younger than her, but still, the two of you became inseparable, especially after your parents gained back their fortune and moved into the penthouse beside theirs. Sometimes you thought you spent more time in their home than your own, after your money came trickling back.

Most of the time you spent your allowance on the Snow family. Your parents pretended to not know. You constantly bought Tigris new thread, buttons, or fabric. She refused to let you buy anything expensive; so you would go to a shop, buy the cheapest things you could find, and give those to her. Then, the two of you would sew together, usually giving the pieces to the Grandma’am or to Tigris’s cousin, Coriolanus.

Coryo was in your year at the academy, so you spent a great deal of time with him as well. You were pretty close with him too, though you wished you were closer.

The night before the Reaping and the Plinth Prize, you got home late. You had to lug dinner, your school books, and buttons all the way across town by foot.

When you arrive home, you open your bedroom door to find Tigris sitting by your bed.

She gets up and gives you a hug. “Is that bread?” She asks, glancing into your bag.

“And stew! Come, sit.” You walk into the room and over to your table. Tigris follows suit, adjusting her robe slightly. “Is everyone asleep?” You start pouring the stew from the canister into bowls.

“Yes, your sister was already asleep when I got here and your parents stopped by thirty minutes ago to say goodnight.” You nod and hand her a bowl. “Thank you! You’re my favorite.”

“You’re welcome! I have the buttons we needed too. Where is the shirt?”

“Oh, it’s in my bag.” She nods to the purse sitting by your bed. She stands up and gets the shirt swiftly. You take it from her and unfold it, it looks nearly perfect. The buttons are just the missing piece.

“This is perfect! Beautifully done, T.”

She blushes. “Stop! It’s really your doing. That is the thread you gifted me. And these buttons are going to outshine everything else.” The way she said it made you instantly believe it.

The rest of the night, you and Tigris slowly sew on each button. Trying different stitches in order to find the perfect one. Once you did, you lay the shirt down on your couch, and nod off to sleep, your last thoughts were of Coryo. What would he think of you helping with it? Would he smile in that one way he does sometimes? You couldn’t help but grin at the thought.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual with Tigris. You had to look your best today, even though you weren’t in line for a Plinth Prize, you knew there’d be plenty of pictures taken if Coryo wins it, and he will. You took the rest of the bread with you as you went to the Snow’s penthouse, just two houses down.

“Have you seen Tigris with my Father’s shirt?” You hear Coryo ask as you walk through the door.

“No.” The Grandma’am replies.

“Coryo?” Tigris calls out as she walks through the foyer. You trail behind her.

“Tigris?” Your classmate finally comes into view, shirtless. You look away.

“I’m sorry we’re late.” Tigris apologizes.

“It was my fault, my first alarm didn’t ring.” You say with a frown. “But! We did it!” You gesture for Tigris to get the shirt, she does.

“Well, we did something.” She hands it over. Coryo starts putting it on.

“I think it’s gorgeous.”

Tigris looks at you, clearly thankful for the compliment. “It’s beautiful.”

“Best cousin ever, and best friend ever.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach, you don’t let them show. “Tell me everything.”

“Where do I start? I told Fabricia, at work, that she needed to bleach her white curtains and I slipped in the shirt while she did it. And of course we have Y/N to thank for the buttons.”

“How much were they?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

“Don’t worry about it. Think of it as an early graduation present.” You brush him off.

“Oh. Did you find the potatoes? I boiled them for starch and you should really eat something today.”

He shakes his head. “Save them for Grandma’am.” He buttons the last button.

Tigris grins, and fixes his collar. “You look so handsome! Grandma’am! Come see!”

“Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem,” Tigris joins. “We salute you.” You and Tigris both salute Coryo.

Later, you and Coriolanus walk into the academy shoulder to shoulder. Clemensia, Coriolanus’s class partner and a classmate of yours, comes up to you two.

“Why, Coriolanus Snow, Y/N Rose.”

“Clemmie.” Your friend replies.

“Are you two sweating?”

“It’s reaping day, we gave our drivers a day off.” You reply.

“Ugh! Those ingrates should be begging to chauffeur you around today.” Clemensia replies, not looking at you once. “Just don’t forget I was your class partner while you’re gloating over the Plinth Prize.”

“Prize? Please.” Coryo shakes his head. “I just want to serve Panem.”

She hums. “Hungry?”

“Cook served steak for breakfast, we had to throw half out.” She seemed to believe his lies.

“Shame on you, Coryo. Don’t you know that they’re starving out there in the districts?” The three of you walk in. A friend of yours, Juno Phipps, calls you over.

“I’ll see you soon, Coryo. You’ve got this.” You squeeze his shoulder before walking over to Juno .

A moment passes before the bell rings and you have to rush into the veiwing room. You run over to where Coriolanus is standing with Sejanus.

“…There’s no plinth prize today.” You overhear. Sejanus walks away. You go up to the blonde.

“What just happened?”

Coryo’s jaw tightens. “He said there was no prize today.” Your heart shatters for him.

“Come on, the reaping is starting.” You place your hand on his arm. “Today, Coryo. There’s no prize today.” You emphasize. He glances at you and nods. You drop your hand and walk in, Coryo following.

You sit down right as Dr. Gual starts speaking.

“How tantalizing to see all your shining young faces on this auspicious day.” She starts. “I am Dr. Volumnia Gaul, your humble gamemaker, in charge of the War Department and all its affiliated concerns. I’ve broken free of my laboratory today, to examine you, the leaders of the next generation. I won’t be around forever, after all.” She laughs. “And now to that end, I am honored to introduce you to the creator of the Hunger Games themselves, Dean Casca Highbottom.” Your dean steps up, clearly high on morphling, but then again when is he not?

He clears his throat. “Select students, faculty, and of course, Dr. Gaul, I have summoned you all here today for the 10th annual Reaping Ceremony in which we choose two children from each district to throw into the Capitol Arena to fight to the death in the Hunger Games.”

He gestures to the top students, sitting in front of the room. “And here sit.. our own twenty-four top prospects all waiting to hear the results of hard study in this prestigious institution.”

He pauses. “Eager to learn who’s won that Plinth Prize, no doubt. And a golden future. However, I am here to tell you that there’s been a change this year. One final assignment to prove your worth. Because… the esteemed citizens of the Capitol have grown bored of the Games and simply aren’t watching anymore. And if the games are to continue there must be an audience. So, Head Gamemaker Dr. Gaul has stepped in to… incentivize patriotic values with her own unique flair, starting with you. The Plinth Prize will no longer be determined by who has the best grades.”

The top students burst into a mixture of confusion and anger. “But by who is the best mentor in the Hunger Games. This is a brand new role. As the reaping progresses live, I will allocate each district tribute a capitol mentor behind the scenes, one who must just persuade them to perform for the cameras.”

Someone calls out. “Obviously, the best mentor will be the one who’s tribute wins the game.”

Arachne, an insufferable blonde girl, replies; “What if I get a pathetic runt girl from one of the poor districts, like 8 or 12? They’re just going to die in two minutes like they did last year and the year before.”

“Your role is to turn these children into spectacles, Ms. Crane. Not survivors. Victory in the games is only one of our considerations. Your entire future rests on this last project. Oh, and I must tell you that anyone caught cheating to give their tributes an unfair advantage,” He laughs. “Will just not have any future at all.” The reaping music starts. “Oh! Here we go. Let the reaping begin.”

Dean Highbottom grabs cards and starts reading off the mentor to each tribute as the tributes are chosen. You zone out until you hear Coryo’s name. District 12, girl. Lucy Gray Baird, to be exact. The tribute walked to the stage, stuffing a snake into a girl’s dress on the way there— you wished you could’ve seen it, but the cameras panned away. When Lucy Gray got to the stage, she stood in front of the mic, and started singing.

“You can’t take my past. You can’t take my history.” The room erupted in noises of confusion. “You could take my Pa, but his name’s a mystery. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keepin’. Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping.”

“Singing? Is she out of her mind?” Arachne yells. Your eyes don’t stray from the screen.

“Can’t take my charm. Can’t take my humor. You can take my wealth, cause it’s just a rumor. Nothing you can take, was ever worth keeping.” Lucy grabs the mic. “You can’t take my sass. You can’t take my talkin’. You can kiss my ass!” She lets go of the mic, making it thud, as she turns around to the peacekeepers. The room laughs at her.

“Well, she’s mentally ill.” The blonde remarks. You all get up, you decide to wait a couple steps behind Coryo as Dean Highbottom speaks to him.

“At least.. since the assignment is to turn them into spectacles.. at least Lucy Gray already is one.” You offer to your friend as the dean walks away.

“Let’s go home.” He says instead. You frown, but start walking with him anyway.

Once your at the Snow residence, Coryo tells Tigris everything, you chime in from time to time to add on.

“He’s sabotaging us.” He looks at Tigris, and then to you. “That girl’s not going to win these games. You saw her. She’s underfed, unstable.”

“The dean said it’s not just about winning.” You say.

“Everything is about winning. If not the Games now, then the crowd. Lucy Gray won’t survive a minute in that arena.”

“So that means we have to make every second before then count.” Tigris says.

The blonde nods. “I’ll get her to sing again.”

You snort. “I wouldn’t sing a note for you, if I were her. I wouldn’t do anything at all, unless I could trust you.” Tigris nods.

“She’s district, Y/N.” He sighs. “She knows we hate her, and she wants us dead. How am I supposed to get her to trust me?”

“Imagine it was your name that they pulled, and you had just been ripped out of your home. I’d just want to know that someone still cared about me out here.” Tigris says, softly. “Don’t discount her just because she’s district, Coryo. You might just have more in common with her than you think.” That is the difference between you and your best friend. She is so kind.. and you are.. you.

Coryo nods and stands up. “I think I know what I need to do.” He walks into his room with a short farewell.

“What do you think he’s going to do?” Tigris asks.

You furrow your brows. “If anyone knows, it’d be you.” Your best friend shakes her head.

“I may know him the best, but you two are basically the same people. What would you do if you were him?” You think for a moment. What would you do?

“Meet her at the train station.” You say with a nod. “Get her to trust me, and sing. Her singing is probably the only way he’s got a chance of winning.”

“You’re right.”

You sigh. “I just hope he is too.” With that, you stand up. “Well, I better get home. Love you, Tigris.” Your best friend stands up and hugs you.

“I love you too, N/N. Have a good night.”

You grab your bag which was on your chair and put it on your shoulder. “You too.”

The next morning, you wait for Coryo outside like you usually do, but when there was no sign of him five minutes before class started, you sprint to class.

You sat down next to Sejanus like usual. His face is full of confusion when Coriolanus doesn’t follow you.

“Where’s Coryo?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll be giving him an earful for not telling me I didn’t have to wait outside.” You whisper in response. You didn’t want all your classmates hearing the anger in your voice, but Sejanus knew you well, and besides, it wasn’t the first time Coryo made you mad.

He laughs. “Sure you will. I’ve never seen you actually yell at him. He gives you one look and you melt.”

You gape at him in offense. “I do not!” Sejanus goes to reply, but Dean Highbottom walks in, stealing all attention. He turns on the TV at the front of the room. It flicks on revealing Coriolanus and Lucy Gray Baird standing in a cage, holding hands. You are suddenly even angrier than before.

“…But this dress was my Mama’s, so it’s extra special to me.” Lucy says, showing off the skirt with her free hand.

“Mhm, and she’s in District 12?” Lucky, the reporter asks.

“Well only her bones, darlin’, only her bones.” Everything about her infuriates you. Her voice, her smile, her hair. “Do you know my mentor? Say’s his name’s Coriolanus Snow and clearly, I got the cake with the cream, ‘cause nobody else has even bothered to show up.” You curl your fists in your lap.

“Did the gamemakers tell you to jump in the cage with them?”

“They didn’t tell me not to.” You put your tongue in your cheek. ‘Didn’t tell you to hold her hand, either.’ You think to yourself. “They just said it was a mentor’s job to introduce our tributes to the citizens of Panem. And I thought, well, if Lucy Gray is brave enough to be here, then why shouldn’t I be, too?” Lucky hums.

“For the record, I didn’t have a choice.” Lucy Gray adds.

“For the record,” Lucky looks at a couple of Peacekeepers making their way to the cage. “I think you’re about to be whisked away, young man.” Before you could see anymore, the camera pans away, following Lucky as he signs off.

Thirty minutes later, Coryo waltzes into the classroom, he gives you a smile and you barely hold back a scowl.

“Your little excursion was in violation of about five different Academy rules, Mr. Snow.” Dean Highbottom says. “Chief among them, endangering a Capitol student.” Coryo stops in his tracks, about to sit down in his seat beside you.

“What, who?”

“You. I’m moving for the Gamemakers to disqualify you immediately.”

Coryo sits down. “You said we had to get our tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away.”

“I’ll add insubordination onto the list.”

“Holding her hand, Coryo, introducing her to people, you make it look as if we’re one and the same as those people.” Clemensia spits. Although you agree with her, you stay quiet.

Sejanus scoffs. “Coriolanus didn’t show those people anything that they didn’t already know—“

“I don’t need your help, Sejanus.”

“—That the tributes are human beings. Just like us. That’s why nobody wants to watch the games. It’s because people know deep down that winning a war 10 years ago doesn’t justify starving people’s children, taking away their freedom, their rights.”

“Snow fell down in the cage. It fell in the cage, but landed..” You look over to see Dr. Gaul in the doorway. She wears the same smug smile she always wears.

“On stage.” Coryo finishes her riddle.

“You’re good at games. Maybe one day you’ll be a gamemaker like me.”

“If the games continue at all.” Sejanus mumbles.

“Oh they’ll continue with performances like young Mr. Snow’s in that zoo. And I came here to ask your star mentor a question.” We all wait in anticipation. “What are the Hunger Games for?” Instead of waiting for Coryo to reply, you turn to the book on the table and read, blocking out the sounds of Sejanus and Dr. Gaul arguing.

After class, you leave as quickly as possible, ignoring Coryo as he tries to stop you. When he stops, you glance back to see him frowning at you. A pang of guilt racks you, but you continue walking away. You knew it’d be bad to confront him now, you were more angry that Lucy Gray got his attention so quickly than anything. And you knew Coryo would see that.

You are able to avoid him until you are on your way to lunch, and he pulls you into a classroom.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

You sigh. “I’m hungry, Coriolanus. I know you are too, let’s go to lunch, please?” You move to open the door but he moves in front of it.

“What is your problem?”

“What’s yours?”

“My problem is that you’re ignoring me! And you didn’t defend me to Highbottom!”

You roll your eyes. “You told Sejanus not to.”

“You’re not Sejanus.”

You scoff. “Yeah well you were treating me like him.”

Coryo scrunches his face up. “What?”

“No warning this morning? I waited outside for you for thirty minutes.” You start. “And imagine my surprise, when I finally do go to class, that you blew me off for some district scum!” You spit. Coriolanus stares at you in shock. A second passes before you realize what you said. “I didn’t.. they aren’t scum, I didn’t mean that.” You rush out.

“You did mean it.” It’s like a switch is flipped, and you can’t help but feel drawn to this side of him. A smirk slowly appears on his face. He takes a step towards you. “You know how much I need the prize, Y/N. Forgive me for not telling you?” He takes another step, and you back up, crossing your arms. “You know I’d never purposely blow you off for Lucy Gray.” He reaches his hand up to your face. A foreign gesture. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Why don’t you come to the zoo with me later?” He gives you his signature smile and you melt.

With a sigh, you nod. “Fine, whatever.”

“Come on, wouldn’t want anyone catching us here alone, rumors may start.” You squint your eyes at your friend, was he flirting with you? “Lunch?” He offers you his arm, and you loop your own through it.

In the cafeteria, you and Coryo sit at a table across from one another. You eat in silence, while Coryo tries to put food in his pocket.

“Trying to fatten that girl up so you can finally start taking bets?” Sejanus asks, sitting in the other chair at the table.

“You think they’ll give those kids a scrap if we don’t give them a reason to do it? How do you think your tribute will have a chance if he can’t eat?” You reply, defending Coryo.

Sejanus looks at the blonde boy. “I see you’ve already gotten back into Y/N’s good graces.” You roll your eyes, Coryo smiles slightly. Sejanus turns back to you. “He was my classmate, back in 2.”

“It’s not your fault it’s him.”

“See, I know. I’m so blameless, I’m choking on it.” He looks at his tray. “My Father bought him for me, you know, at the Reaping, just so he could show me that I could never go back..But being Capitol is going to change me.” He admits quietly.

“So do something about it.” You say.

“Quite the rebel.” Sejanus jokes.

“Oh yeah, N/N’s bad news.” Coryo says with a nod. You laugh.

Later, you and the boys go to the zoo. Sejanus immediately tries to talk to Marcus, while you and Coryo look for Lucy Gray.

“Lucy Gray!” The blonde calls out as you approach the cage. “This is Y/N Rose, a good friend of mine.”

“Well hello there, Y/N.” It takes everything in you to smile.

“Hi, quite a show you put on at the Reaping. Beautiful voice.”

She tilts her head to the side with a smile. “Oh stop, you’ll make me blush.” Coryo pulls the food out of his pocket. “That for us? Jessup!” You furrow your brows. What was she doing?

“I’m not hungry.” A boy, the other tribute from 12, replies.

“Do you think I can’t hear your stomach growling, Jessup Diggs? Come on.” Jessup gets up and takes half of the food, and then sits back down.

You wince, seeing a nasty bite on his neck. “What happened to his neck?” You ask.

“A bat bite. The first night on the train, he didn’t sleep a wink the whole journey ‘cause he was keeping the bats off me so I would get some rest.” Noble. ‘Is he not aware of the whole fighting to the death thing?’ You wonder.

“Can you take it?” You look over to see Arachne taunting a tribute. “Come on, try harder than that.”

“One thing I learned in twelve, is that hunger is a weapon.” She gestures to Arachne. “Your friend over there sure knows it.”

“She isn’t our friend.” Coryo says quickly.

“She’s poison with perfect teeth.” You roll your eyes.

“Are you going to share everything that I give you with Jessup?”

“Why? You think I ought to build up my strength so I can strangle him in the arena?” She laughs. “Not exactly my forte.”

“I might have a chance to help you, make some suggestions to the gamemakers. I might even be able to get the audience to send you gifts in the arena. Food and water to keep you going.” He pauses. “You just have to try singing again to win people over.”

Lucy Gray crosses her arms. “I don’t sing when I’m told, I sing when I’ve got something to say. Besides, I’ve seen your arena, there’s no place to hide.”

“What’s your point?”

“The guards say you get money if you get more people to watch and you say you wanna help me, so which one is it?” You look at Coryo, wanting to hear his answer. Knowing he would say he wants to help her, but hoping that he’d crush her instead.

“Both.” You look down to conceal your smile.

“One more time!” Arachne yells.

“I’m not playing this game.” The tribute replies.

“Come on!”

“You shut up.” She growls.

“Uh.. No, thank you. I saw you staring.”

“Please.”

“Give me something. I’ve been sitting here for 15 minutes!”

“Always thought there was plenty of food in the Capitol.” Lucy Gray says, staring at Arachne and the tribute.

“You know, one time, during the war, I ate a whole jar of paste just to take away the ache.” You look at Coryo sadly. You remembered that day,

“How was it?”

“Pasty.” You smile.

“That little one, she’s so sweet. So young.” Lucy Gray points at a young girl sitting on a rock. “Something about her reminds me of my cousin Maude Ivory. I can’t stand to think of them without me.”

“I’m sorry.” Coryo replies.

She gives you both a pained smile. “You two seem like a good match.”

You shake your head. “Oh— Well—“

“Thank you.” Coryo interrupts you. You glance at him, but his face gives nothing away. You aren’t sure what was happening with Coriolanus, was he trying to hint at something?

“Come on, just take it.” Arachne taunts again. This time, the tribute takes the bottle, and breaks it. She then uses the broken bottle to slit Arachne’s throat.

You gasp. “Oh my—“ You grab onto Coryo, He pushes you behind some peacekeepers as he runs for Arachne. “Coryo! Stop— What are you doing!?” Fear racks your body, and your eyes fill with tears as the peacekeepers start firing without a target. The tribute that slit Arachne’s throat fell, being shot at least twice. Peacekeepers forcefully remove Coriolanus from Arachne while others grab her body. You run over to Coryo and hug him tightly. “A-Are you okay? Were you shot?” You pull away and scan him.

“I’m fine, were you hurt?” You shake your head and hug him again.

That night, you sat on the Snow’s couch, Tigris’s arms around you, completely silent.

“It’s starting again. This is how it begins, the war.” The Grandma’am says.

“It was my fault.” Coriolanus replies quietly. “I suggested that we meet the tributes.”

“You’re just lucky that your songbird didn’t peck out your eyes, too.”

“She’s not a rebel, Grandma’am. She’s just a girl.” Tigris argues.

The old woman laughs. “Trust me, that one hasn’t been a girl in a long time. Outside this Capitol, they’re savages, one and all. However they may smile, she will use you. You must use her too, or you’ll end up dead in the trees like your Father.” You reach out and put a hand on Coryo’s shoulder. He doesn’t react, and the four of you sit in silence for a moment.

“I should go home, see my parents.” You give a pained smile. “Can’t spend my whole life here.” Tigris smiles at you. “I’ll stop by tomorrow with dinner.” You stand up, giving Tigris a quick hug, and then giving the Grandma’am a kiss on the cheek.

The next day was even worse. All of the mentors went to the arena with their tributes, and after five minutes, the arena was bombed by rebels. You didn't even know until Sejanus came knocking on your door hours later to tell you that Coriolanus was injured. You ran to the hospital.

“Tigris!” You whisper-shout when you walk in. She quickly stands up and rushes over to you. “How is he?”

She engulfs you in a hug. “Okay. Nothing is broken.” You let out a breath of relief. You let go of her and walk to the side of his bed where two chairs were. You sit in one of them, Tigris going to sit in the other. You look at him sleeping soundly, he looked fine.

A tear falls down your face, but you quickly wipe it away. “How long has he been asleep?”

“Couple of hours, he passed out after Lucy Gray saved him.” Your neck snaps to Tigris.

“She saved him?”

Your best friend nods. “Something collapsed on his leg, she lifted it for him, got him out.”

You furrow your brows. “I’ll be back.” You kiss Tigris’s cheek. “There’s food in my bag, eat some?” She nods. You rush out, heading straight for the zoo.

“Lucy Gray!” You yell when you get there. It was starting to get dark, so there were more peacekeepers than usual. “Lucy Gray Baird!” You call out again. Finally, the girl pops her head up from behind a rock, her face morphs into confusion when she sees you, but she stands and walks towards you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“You saved him.” She nods slowly. Tears pool in your eyes again. “They said he may not wake up until tomorrow.” The tribute deflates.

“Well.. I appreciate you telli—“

“Do you need anything?” You interrupt, swallowing your pride.

“Well.. Coriolanus said he’d get me a guitar for the interview tomorrow night.” You nod.

“I’ll get it for you, and if he doesn’t make it to the interview I’ll have Sejanus, he’s the boy from 2’s mentor, give it to you.”

“I appreciate that, but, aren’t I competition? Why would he help me out?”

“Sejanus doesn’t see things like we do. Plus, his tribute escaped, he’s already lost the prize.”

“Okay then. I appreciate you, Y/N Rose.” You nod.

“Sleep as well as you can.. I know it’s hard on the ground, but..” You pause. “Coryo needs this prize.” Lucy Gray cocks her head to the side.

“Don’t you mean I need to win the games?”

You shrug. “They go hand in hand.”

“Hm.” She nods. “You have a good night, Rose.” You turn around with a wave, and head back to the hospital.

“Where’d you go?” Tigris asks as you sit beside her.

“Zoo. Needed to make sure Lucy Gray was taken care of.” She nods. “Has he woken up yet?”

Tigris smiles. “For a minute. He asked about you.”

You glance at Tigris, trying to not sound so eager. “What did he say?”

“He wanted to make sure someone had told you, and then he wanted to know where you were. I told him you ran home to change.”

You nod. “Thanks.” You look at the clock on the wall. It was already eight. “If you want to go home, you can. I know you have work tomorrow. I’ll stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod. “I told my Mom I would be at yours all night.”

“You’re an angel.” She hugs you. “Get some rest, N/N.”

“You too.”

Tigris came back a few hours later so you could actually go home and change, but then she had work. You sit with Coryo all day. Your Mother stops by around three to drop off some food.

“Are you coming home tonight?” She asks.

You glance up from the food. “Probably not, doc said Coriolanus would be up soon, so I’ll probably help Tigris look after him tonight. She does work, so she’ll need to rest.”

“The Games are tomorrow, Y/N. You need to get some rest too.”

“Oh! Speaking of, Lucy Gray needs a guitar for an interview. It’d be a shame to buy a new one since.. Well, since she won’t be around to enjoy it. Would you mind getting Tessa’s and giving it to Sejanus when he goes?”

She tilts her head to the side. “Does your sister know about this?”

“She will when you tell her?” You scrunch your shoulders up and give her a smile.

Your Mom huffs. “Fine. What time will Sejanus be at the house?”

“In an hour.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Yeah, you too.” She leans down and kisses your cheek, you return the gesture, she then leaves.

Two hours later, Sejanus walks in.

“Y/N? Hey.” You glance up from the pants you’re sewing.

“Oh, hello, Sejanus.” You place the pants on the table beside you, carefully placing the needle on top. “Why aren’t you at the interview?”

He shrugs and sits down beside you. “Wanted to watch it with him, I guess. And you. You guys are my best friends.” ‘What? He barely knows me.’ You think to yourself. You smile.

“Oh, alright then.” You grab the remote and turn on the TV. The interviews were about to start.

“Has he woken up yet?”

“Once last night. I was at the zoo, but Tigris was here.”

“Speaking of, where is she?”

“Work. Did you get the guitar?”

He nods. “Yes! Lucy Gray is ready.”

You give him a small smile. “Good. Thank you.”

He shrugs. “I want him to win the prize. I dunno how I’d survive University without you both.” You nod and turn to the TV, the girl from district 3 was being interviewed. She was the first, since all of the tributes from 1 and 2 were dead or, in the boy from 2’s case, on the run.

You and Sejanus watched in silence until the girl from 11 came on stage, and Coryo started stirring.

“Coryo?” You stand up and stand at the edge of his bed. He slowly opens his eyes.

“Y/N?”

You grin. “Coryo! Right on time, Lucy Gray is almost up.” You nod to the TV.

“How’re you feeling?” Sejanus asks, standing.

“Fine, really. So, they’re actually going on with the Games?” Sejanus nods. “Wow.”

“I first met this young lady in the zoo not too long ago,” You glance at the TV, Lucky was about to introduce Lucy Gray.

“She’s coming on.” You tell them, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“From District 12, Lucy Gray Baird! Get over here with that guitar, you songbird!” Lucy Gray walks on wearing your sister’s guitar.

“Did you get her that?” Coriolanus asks. You glance back and smile.

“I went to thank her for saving you, she mentioned you were going to get her one.” He smiles back at you, searching your eyes. “You’re very welcome.” You wink and turn back to the TV.

“…We fell on hard times, and we lost our bright colours, you went to the dogs and I lived by my charms.” Lucy Gray sings. The donations start going up.

You reach back and place a hand on Coryo’s forearm. A moment passes, as you watch the donations pile up, Coryo slowly moves his arm and slots your fingers together. Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“…So who will you turn to tomorrow, I wonder? For when the bell rings, lover, you’re on your own.”

“It’s working.” Coryo says, breathing a laugh.

“Of course it is.” You look back at your friend with a grin. “Snow lands on top.”

He smirks. “Snow lands on top.”

The interview ends and Sejanus leaves soon after, leaving you alone with Coryo.

“I brought you food, it’s cold now, but I can get it heated up for you.” You tell your friend as you turn to him.

“Y/N, thank you… For everything you’ve done to help me.”

You smile and squeeze his hand. “You and Tigris are my best friends.”

“You’re my best friend too.” He hesitantly sits up. “Will you help me get home?”

“Sure, you need to get some rest, big day tomorrow.” You stand up. “I’ll go tell a nurse.”

The next day was the start of The Hunger Games. You got up especially early so that you could have breakfast at the Snow’s and then go with Coriolanus to watch the games.

“Tigris? Coryo?” You call out, entering the penthouse.

“Hello, Y/N.” The Grandma’am says from the table.

You walk over with a smile. “Good Morning! How did you sleep?”

She shakes her head. “I barely slept. Whispers of another rebellion keep me up.”

You give her a sympathetic look. “I’ll keep you safe if there is one. You can come with me to my family’s bunker.” The Grandma’am gives you a wary look as if you couldn’t be trusted. She did that with everyone these days, although she had yet to do it to you too.

“Good morning!” You hear Tigris say as she leaves her room.

“Morning. I brought food.” You open your bag and pull out containers.

“Of course you did.” She sits down beside you. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine, I’m nervous for today.” Tigris frowns, as if she’d forgotten what today is. Coryo steps out of his room a second later.

“Good Morning.” He sits down beside The Grandma’am, giving her a kiss on the cheek. There are circles under his eyes.

You give each of them a portion of the food you brought. “Someone didn’t sleep.” You tease.

“I went to see Lucy Gray last night.”

You furrow your brows. “After I left?” He nods. Why would he do that? “Too bad you didn’t tell me. I would’ve loved to see her one more time.” Tigris’s eyes flicker between you two.

“You don’t think she’ll win?” No.

You smile sweetly. “Of course I do, Coryo. But when she does she’ll be shipped back to 12. We’ll probably never see her again.” Coryo seems to believe you, and sinks into his seat. Your stomach aches from jealousy.

A few minutes pass, and once all of you are done eating, you stand. “Well, I think we ought to be on our way.” Coryo nods, and stands up as well. “See you soon, T.”

“Have a good day, I’ll be watching from work!” Tigris stands up and gives you and Coryo each a kiss on the cheek.

When you walk downstairs there’s a car waiting for you like usual. You slide into the backseat and Coriolanus follows. Once you’re both buckled, you close the privacy screen between you and the driver.

“Why did you go alone last night?” You ask suddenly.

Coryo raises his eyebrows. “I felt like I needed to tell her thank you, like you did.”

“All alone at night?” You chastise. “Did you learn nothing from Arachne? You could have been killed!”

He scoffs. “They’re in a cage.”

“The Peacekeepers aren’t.”

“The Peacekeepers aren’t going to shoot me.”

“Not purposely but they’re awful shots! You saw what they did when Arachne was attacked, why did you put yourself in that position?”

He sighs. “I was giving her something.” He admits. “She isn’t going to win on her own, so I gave her something, is that what you wanted to hear?”

You blink at him in surprise. “What did you give her?”

“It’s best if you don’t know. If Highbottom finds out I don’t want you dragged into it.”

“But I want to be dragged into it. Coryo, do you know what they’ll do to you if they find this out?”

Your friend scowls. “Of course I know. But this is the only way I have a chance at winning.”

“Coryo, you’ve already completed the assignment. Lucy Gray is a spectacle.”

“You and I both know he won’t give it to me unless she wins so just forget about it.” You frown and scoot closer to him, laying your head down on his shoulder.

“Maybe I should just save up my allowance for a while and I could give it to you–”

“No, Y/N–”

“It wouldn’t cover the whole thing but it’d make a dent in the tuition at least.”

“No. I’m not letting you do that.”

You can feel tears filling your eyes. “Then Lucy Gray has to win. I won’t survive The University without you.”

He grabs one of your hands. “She will.”

You walked into The Academy hand in hand with Coryo, you tried to let go before you got out of the car, thinking he wouldn’t want people to see, but he just picked it back up.

When you walked into the room the games were being viewed in, Dean Highbottom walked up to you. “That friend of yours, Plinth,” He starts, nodding to Sejanus who was talking to another classmate of yours. “You might want to find him a seat near the door.” He grimaces before walking away.

“Weird.” You mumble.

“Coryo, Y/N!” Sejanus calls. He walks up to you both.

“Hey.” Coryo replies, his face stone.

“How’re you doing? You alright?”

The blonde nods. “Better.”

Sejanus grimaces. “Tell me this will be over quickly.” The screen in front of the room turns on revealing some tributes.

“We should take our seats.” You say. You turn to Coryo with a smile. “Good luck.” You squeeze his hand and then walk over to the viewing stands.

“Everyone, as you know, we’re about to go live.” Lucky starts. “Just because you’re not hosting doesn’t mean you're off the hook, help me! Don’t get lost behind your screens. No yawning, no gum chewing, keep your chins down, heads up, shoulders back, and smile! It's why we have teeth.” He grins. “Okay, ready? We’re gonna start guys. Five, four, three, two…” An orchestra plays and the cameras turn on. “Good morning, I’m Lucretius “Lucky” Flickerman. A man who needs no introduction. Weatherman, amateur magician, and today, I’m honored to say, first ever host of The Hunger Games!” Everyone breaks into applause, you join in, clapping unenthusiastically. “In my hand, an envelope, sealed. My prediction, the winner, will be opened by me, at the end of the big show’s end.” He brings his hand up to his ear. “We’re getting word… alright, we’re about to start! We’re starting everyone! Happy Hunger Games!” He turns to the students. “Remember, when your tribute dies, get out.”

You can hear the Tributes entering the arena, and reluctantly walking to their marks. Then, you see something else. Marcus was tied up, half dead, in the middle of the Arena. You gasp with the rest of the room.

Sejanus stands up in shock. “Marcus!” He yells.

Lucky grimaces. “Guess we can all sleep better now that we know he’s off the streets!”

“You’re monsters!” Sejanus shouts at the Dean. “All of you!” He runs out. The countdown starts at ten. You sit up straighter.

“Jessup! Jessup!” Lucy Gray shouts. You furrow your brows. Everyone around her started running to the pile of weapons in the middle of the Arena.

“What is she doing?” You mumble. Reaper, the biggest tribute, runs straight at Lucy Gray with a scythe, but she ducks. Then Coral, the girl tribute from 4 runs at her with a trident. She dodges the first and second blows before backing up and dodging the third, causing Coral to impale another tribute through the stomach.

One of your classmates leans down and throws up. You scrunch up your face in disgust.

Two tributes were already dead. Lucy Gray rolls off of the rubble, narrowly missing an axe swung by the boy from 7. She stands up and manages to get away from two more strikes before someone throws a knife, hitting the boy's arm. Another knife is thrown way too close to Lucy Gray.

She looks around, finally finding Jessup across the arena. She screams his name again and climbs on top of the rubble, knocking out one of the other tributes with her elbow once she gets up. She rolls off the other side, making brief eye contact with Coral, who pulls her trident out of someone’s chest.

Lucy Gray reaches Jessup and pulls him up, shouting about how they had to go now. Some of the other tributes already started chasing them, but Lucy Gray manages to run into some of the tunnels, dragging Jessup with her.

“They’ve gone underground quickly, but we’ve prepared for this!” The cameras switch and you can see Lucy Gray again.

They run through the tunnels, checking all the doors that they pass. Every single one is locked.

“What you’re seeing now, is a live feed of security cameras.”

“C’mon..” You grip the bench.

Coral and her group enter the tunnels, and Lucy Gray starts frantically looking for some hiding place. She finally gets through a small entrance on the bottom of a door, then, she pulls Jessup through it.

Two other tributes are found by Coral’s group in the tunnels. They are slaughtered on sight.

“Do you think they’re done?” One of your classmates asks.

“Looks like it.” Lucky turns to the cameras. “To the children watching, that was violent, horrific, and disgusting.” He turns to the girl that threw up. “Ms. Phipps, please, if you’re going to vomit, do it off camera.” He gives her a pitiful smile and then looks at the camera. “Thirteen tributes still remain. Reaper still looming large on top of the charts, while Coral and her pack try to make a play. Six tributes gone in minutes. If they keep it going up at this pace, we’re gonna be outta here in no time!” He then starts giving the weather report.

You stand up and walk over to Coryo’s seat, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“She survived the worst part of the games, who's to say she won’t survive the rest?” You give him a lazy smile which he returns.

“Rose, back to your seat. The rules for spectators are very clear.” Highbottom reprimands. You nod at the dean and squeeze Coryo’s shoulder before walking away.

You stay there until 8, when all viewers are forced to leave. You give Coryo a small wave and a smile before you leave, he only waves in response. He looks exhausted.

At midnight, Dr. Gaul shows up on your doorstep.

“You need to come with me, now.”

You squint your eyes. “Why?”

“It’s about your friend.”

Your brows furrow in concern. “Is it Coryo? Is he okay?” Was he caught? Was Dr. Gaul here to bring you in for questioning?

“Mr. Snow is fine, it’s Sejanus Plinth that’s in trouble. I don’t know how he broke in, or who he bribed, but Sejanus Plinth is currently in The Hunger Games arena and I need you and ‘Coryo’ to get him out.”

You sigh. You always did have a feeling this ‘friendship’ with Sejanus was going to end up costing more than it’s worth. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Dr. Gaul ends up taking you to a car that Coryo was already sitting in. She doesn’t blink twice when you sit next to him, or when he holds your hand, something that’s become a daily thing at this point.

When you arrive at the arena, you and Coryo are ushered through the gate. You both wince at the turnstile as you walk through it, it was loud enough without the voice announcing, “Enjoy the show” for all of the tributes to hear.

Coryo pulls you closer to him and you put up no fight. You walk towards Sejanus as fast and as quiet as you can. You’re incredibly paranoid, frantically looking around you at all times.

“Thought they’d send my Ma.” He murmurs when you get close.

“We wish they had.” You reply, venom lacing your voice. Sejanus didn’t even flinch.

“You guys need to go.”

“We’d like to, we really would. But we promised we’d get you out.”

“Why?”

“Because you're our friend.” Coryo says. You want to say ‘Speak for yourself!’ but you don’t.

“I had to do this. I had to go where the cameras are.” His voice breaks.

“Do you actually think anyone is watching this?” You butt in. “Gaul cut the feed.”

“Tributes kill you in here and she’s just going to say it’s the flu.” Coryo’s tone was startling. It was vicious. You barely had a chance to react when you heard a footstep. “You need to decide right now. Do you wanna fight these tributes, or fight for them? Because if you’re going to make real change, you have to stay alive.”

“How can I make any change from out there?”

“You’re rich, and smart, and you care.” You reply shakily. You need to get out of there. Every bone in your body is screaming at you to run.

Coryo nods. “You’re the only one in that class who stood up to Gaul, right?” You can hear metal scraping, and though you try to convince yourself it wasn’t a knife, you still cling to Coryo’s arm. “We’re dead right now if we don’t leave. Come with us, spend your Father’s money on some good, or just be another dead body in Dr. Gaul’s war.” You can’t open your mouth to voice your desperation to leave, so you continue to look around. “Trust me, please.”

Then you hear it. A boy tribute was shouting at you as he ran towards you with a knife.

“Run!” Sejanus yells. You book it to the exit, but you were the slowest out of the three of you. Coryo’s grip on your hand remained tight as you all ran.

As you get to the turnstiles, the tribute grabs your other hand, causing you to scream. He plunges his knife into your hand making blood spray everywhere, and you barely acknowledge it before Coryo grabs a plank of wood and hits the Tribute over the head. He hits him with all his force four times. You weren’t sure which one was the killing blow. You didn’t think about it for long, either, because as soon as Coryo started to pull you again, you realized that the knife was still in your hand, and blood was still gushing from it.

You lean on Coryo in the car ride to Dr. Gaul’s office. You can barely stay awake, but both your friend and the esteemed Gamemaker insist that you stay conscious. Something about blood loss. You scarcely remember anything leading up to your arrival at Dr. Gaul’s office; Just that you were given some blood in an IV, stitched up, and given some morphling for the pain. Thankfully, you were right as rain once the adrenaline went down. You were exhausted, yes, but back in your right mind.

You walk outside of Dr. Gaul’s office to find Coryo waiting on a couch.

“Are you waiting on me?” You ask. He looks up at you, as if he hadn’t noticed you yet. You tilt your head at him, but he just stands up and walks over to you.

“You’re okay.” The blonde places a hand on your cheek, you lean into it.

“I am. I’m very tired, and my hand hurts, but I’ll be okay in the morning.”

He lets out a breath of relief. “Good. That’s good.”

“Don’t you have to get back to the Academy?”

He nods. “I’m going to walk you home first.”

You shake your head, but a smile tugs at your mouth. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I do. You lost a lot of blood, and I won’t be able to forgive myself if something else happens to you.”

You furrow your brows. “Coryo.. This wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have told her not to send you in.”

“You think she would have listened to you?” You laugh. “You’re charming, Snow, but I don’t think your smile can capture Dr. Gaul.”

He smirks.“What’s this about my smile?”

You roll your eyes to try and seem annoyed, but your smile betrays you. “There’s the Coriolanus I know. Welcome back Mr. President, I missed you.”

“Happy to be back.”

You giggle. “I’m sure you are.” His eyes flicker to your lips. You lean in slightly, begging him to kiss you. He listens to you. It’s three seconds long, you wish it lasted forever. Butterflies flew in your stomach, dancing in joy.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that.” He whispers.

You snicker. “Please, I’ve had feelings for you since I was twelve.” You accidentally confess.

Coryo’s smirk grows. “Really?”

Your face drops. “No. I never said that.”

“Which part? That you have feelings for me, or that you’ve had them since you were twelve?” You cringe.

“Yes?”

“Oh well, no going back on it now.”

“I think there is.”

“I’ve had feelings for you since I was sixteen.”

You tilt your head to the side in faux surprise. “Only two years!?” You shake your head. “You have some catching up to do.” Coryo laughs, and leans in to kiss you again. You reciprocate immediately.

You walked back to the penthouses hand in hand, something that Tigris immediately clocked when you stepped into their home. Previously, Coryo waited till you were outside to pick up your hand. She gave you a secretive grin, saying that she needed you to tell her everything, you gave her a nod.

“Why are you back so late?” Tigris asks you.

“Dr. Gaul sent us in the Arena tonight, Tigris.” You let go of Coryo’s hand to take off your coat. You look at him in time to see his face fall at the mention of the arena. How could you have forgotten what he had to do there? You silently curse yourself.

Tigris’ face suddenly gets serious.“What?”

You and Coryo sit across from Tigris. “To get Sejanus out.”

“What happened, are you guys okay?”

Coryo replies this time. “I killed one of the tributes. A boy.” You grab his hand again.

“That must have been awful.” She says, grasping her chest.

“It was.” He pauses. “Then it felt.. powerful.” You don’t respond, but he sees something shimmer in your eyes. Something that tells him you’re not afraid of him.

“Coryo,” Tigris starts, he finds the total opposite response in her eyes. “I know you want to be like your Father, but what I remember most about him, was that in his eyes, the only thing there was hate.” She pauses. “You don’t have to pay the same price to survive. You can be good.” Coryo scoffs. “You are good. Believe that, believe me.”

“I’m going to go back to the Academy.” He stands up, giving you both a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“What was that? Holding hands, kissing on the cheek? He doesn’t usually do that.”

You smile slightly, looking at your lap. “I dunno. Lately things have been different, he’s been holding my hand a lot.. and today he killed that tribute for me.”

“What?”

You nod and hold up your bandaged hand. “I think his name was Bobbin? He stabbed my hand when we tried to leave.. Then he was on the ground, and Coryo was over him with a plank of wood. Next thing I know I’m walking out of Dr. Gaul’s office.” You leave out the kiss. The timing wasn't right.

“Wow. I’m so glad he was there.” Tigris pulls you in for a hug. “I’m even happier you’re okay. I couldn’t stand to lose you.”

The next morning you were back at the Academy as soon as they let people back into the viewing room. You aren’t allowed to talk to Coryo this time, but he nodded to you when you walked in, and you smiled at him as you sat behind him.

“Wakey, wakey, my Capitol friends! I’m Lucky Flickerman and welcome to day two of The 10th Annual Hunger Games! Now, while most of you were getting your sleep last night, something scintillating happened. Bobbin from District 8, slaughtered. Which one of these beasts killed Bobbin? Well it doesn’t matter. Reaper is still at the top of the boards,”

As Lucky drones on, a classmate of yours Lyssie, pipes up. “Why aren’t they showing us who killed the little boy? It doesn’t make sense, he was killed right there and there are clearly cameras surrounding him.” You tense up as she wonders aloud. She was Bobbin’s tribute.

“They said they were old, Lyssie. Probably just another one of Coral’s gang.” Festus replies, shrugging.

The cameras cut to Lucy Gray and Jessup, still in the same spot they were when you left last night. Jessup gasps, waking up Lucy Gray. He starts frothing at the mouth, and you furrow your brows.

“What did you do to me?” He asks.

“Nothing!” Lucy Gray yells back.

“Lyssie, what is he doing?” Coryo demands.

The girl stares at the screen in confusion. “Something’s wrong. He wouldn’t turn on her like this.” Lucy Gray stands up and starts running, leaving the room she’s in, and the tunnels.

“Go to the stands.. Go to the stands!” Coryo shouts at the screen.

“Stop running! What did you..” Jessup groans. “What did you do to me?” Lucy Gray starts to run across the arena.

“I didn’t do anything!” She reaches a pile of debris and starts climbing one of the collapsed pillars. It flicks to Jessup’s face again, as foam drips out of his mouth, he starts to climb the pillar too.

“The foam! The posters from the war— Rabies!” You yell, barely being able to construct a sentence.

“Y/N is right. Send him water.” Coryo tells Lyssie.

“Wait what?”

“You remember those posters in the war?” She nods. “Rabies makes you afraid of water. Send him a drone.”

“It’ll scare him!” That was true. Yesterday, the only drone that was sent went haywire, dropping the water on the tribute.

“Yes, away from her. Jessup is done, Lyssie, you’re the only one who can get it right to him.” She bites her cheek, but looks down at her computer and selects the water. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing to be proud of.” The drone flies in.

“What’s wrong with me? What did you do to me?” Jessup gets dangerously close to Lucy Gray, but the drone hits him, breaking the bottle of water, and splashing all over him. He backs up off of the pillar with a scream. Lucy Gray climbs down and leans over him.

“Jessup? I’m not going anywhere, okay? You watched over me, now I’m going to watch over you. Sleep, Jessup, sleep now.” The boy whimpers.

Suddenly, Coral’s group enters the middle, slowly walking towards Lucy Gray. They circle her, spouting taunts.

“Oh look at that, the pack doing what it does best. Packing it in.” Lucky narrates. “Lucy Gray is cornered, Mr. Snow going for his communipad.” You look at Coryo’s screen to see him sending ten waters to Lucy Gray. The drones fly in, hitting the group. A bunch of the waters break, causing dust to stir in the air, and broken glass to be thrown everywhere. Lucy Gray runs over to a fan, maneuvering it open, and then shutting it.

“These drones aren’t very good.” Coryo says, acting innocent. You grin.

“Hey! You can’t attack the tributes!” Festus yells.

“I’m just sending water.”

You look back at the screen. Lucy Gray leaves the air duct, running to the water, and placing down the one she brought with her, dumping out all the rest. She ran back to her hiding place immediately. Coral was killing the girl from District 2, while her group watched. When she was done, she walked over to the water. One of the other Tributes held the last one in his hand, about to take a drink.

“Hey, do you really think you deserve that water, right now, Tanner?” A sound from across the arena interrupts them. Wovey, another tribute, ran into the tunnels. “This should be fun.” Coral says as she runs after her. The group follows her.

Once the door to that tunnel shuts, Dill, the youngest tribute in this Game, limps out from behind some debris.

“Ah, what do we have here? Oh! It’s Ill Dill, tuberculosis on legs.” She goes to the water and takes a sip. A second passes before she starts coughing, a common plague with her. This time, however, she doesn’t stop. She coughs, and coughs, until blood splatters from her mouth, and she falls back onto the ground, dead. You put your hand on your chest, to seem upset.

Reaper jogs up to her, calling out her name. He leans down over her for a moment, shaking her, crying. When he stands up, he brings her body to the center of the arena, he goes around bringing every body over to the center, piling them. He then gets up and walks over to one of the flags hanging, grabs it, and pulls. It falls down with ease, you weren’t even sure how it managed to stay up throughout the bombing.

He lays it over the bodies and falls to his knees. “Are you going to punish me now!?” Reaper screams into the sky. “Are you—“

“Capitol students,” The screen switches to a different broadcast, revealing Dr. Gaul. “I’m afraid I must interrupt our Games to announce a tragic loss, one that affects us all. Felix Ravinstill, the son of our beloved president, has, this morning, succumbed to his injuries sustained in the rebel bombing. Out there in the districts, they will be celebrating this young boy's death as a triumph. I will not allow my Games to give our enemy such a victory. I swear to you, here and now, before the sun goes down tonight, a rainbow of destruction will engulf our arena. Even if it means there's to be no victor in these Games.” You furrow your brows. Coryo stands up, making eye contact with you before he looks at the Dean.

“I need to see Dr. Gaul immediately.” He didn’t say anything else before he left the room. You frown before turning back to the screen.

Thirty minutes later, Tigris arrives. Her hair was nicely curled and she wore a pink pantsuit made of dreams. She must have borrowed fabric from her boss, Fabricia.

“You look beautiful!” You say with a grin as you hug your best friend.

“Oh please, you should look at yourself.” She sits down beside you.

“I don’t hold a candle to you.”

She shakes her head. “Where’s Coryo?”

“He went to see Dr. Gaul, he’ll be back any minute.”

“Why’d he go see her?”

You shrug. “I expect we’ll find out in a few minutes.”

As if on cue, Coryo rushes back in seconds later. “Lucy Gray, is she okay?”

“She won’t be for long.” Festus replies.

“Wait, what’s wrong with Treech?”

You look at the screen, Treech suddenly starts coughing, just like Dill did before she died. You didn’t think anything of Dill’s death, but Treech was fine before. When he coughs up blood and falls to the floor, you know what happened. Coriolanus gave Lucy Gray rat poison. That’s why she left a water bottle. She must have put some in the water. Your mind is swirling with potential scenarios, if you’ve already found this out, Dr. Gaul definitely has.

You hear the wind start blowing, causing you to snap back to reality. Something was being lowered down into the arena, and Lucy Gray was finally out of the air vents. The huge cylinders get set down, and the drones fly off. They start to crack, before both cylinders break, and millions of colorful snakes fall out. You gasp.

Wovey comes out from her hiding spot, curious as to what everyone was so surprised about. “Is it over now? Can we go home?” The snakes went after her immediately.

“Wovey!” Reaper cried. “Wovey, no!” The little girl screams as the snakes wrap around her legs and bite down.

The arena bursts into chaos. Everyone remaining was taken by the snakes, all but Lucy Gray, who sat on the mountain of debris with snakes covering every inch of her body as she sang. They weren’t hostile towards her.

“It’s over! Dr. Gaul! Dr. Gaul you need to get her out of there!” Coryo screamed at the Gamemaker.

You stood, going over to Coryo. “Dr. Gaul, let her out, she won, you have to let her out.”

“It’s over!” The entire room shouts at her.

“Get her out.” The Gamemaker finally says.

“Yes!” The room cheers. You jump into Coryo’s arms, hugging him tightly.

“You did it!” You yell. You pull away and grab his face. “You did it, Coryo! You won!” He laughs.

“I won!” He places his forehead against yours, before backing up and giving Tigris a hug as well.

Later that night, you, Coryo, and Tigris opened a bottle of champagne in their living room.

“To Coriolanus Snow, winner of The 10th Annual Hunger Games!” You toast clinking your glasses together before taking a drink.

Tigris finishes her glass in one drink. “Okay, as much as I’d love to continue celebrating, I have work tomorrow so we’ll have to celebrate this weekend.” She stands up, kissing you both on the cheek. “Goodnight! Congratulations, Coryo.”

“Goodnight, T!”

“Goodnight.”

The second she disappeared behind her bedroom door, you set down your glass, then took Coryo’s to set his down as well.

“What are you doing?” You look at him, and lean in to kiss him. His hands instinctively go to your waist, and yours go to his shoulders. This kiss is longer than your previous ones, you savor each other as you move in sync.

When you break, giddy grins take over both of your faces. “I wasn’t able to do that before.” You say with a small shrug.

“Maybe you should do it again, you know, to make up for it.” You roll your eyes but lean in again.

Two hours later, you and Coryo were laying on the couch, silently looking at one another as you traced his features. “You’re so handsome, Coryo.”

“Thank you.” He cusps your cheek. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispers with a frown. “You’re so good, and I’m so.. awful.”

“If either of us are awful, it’s me.”

“You’re not awful.”

“I am. I didn’t even flinch when you killed that boy in the arena. I was.. happy that you defended me. And that’s only a bit of it.. I am rotten. You and Tigris are so much better than me.” Coryo sits up, causing you to also sit up, basically all the way on his lap.

“Not only did I kill someone, but I felt good while doing it. And I can’t tell myself I wouldn’t do it again. Especially if I’m defending you in the process.” He confesses.

“I think I’d do the same for you.” You reply.

You went home a few hours later, completely exhausted. You slept until twelve the next day, when Tigris barges into your room, yelling that Coryo is to be shipped off to District 12 in the morning. Your heart drops.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Part 2

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yullen · 6 months

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D.Gray-man c249 p1~18 TL

D.Gray-man 第249後: AWに別れを告げる Night 249: Saying Farewell to A.W.

束の間の団欒僅かな幸せを頬ばりながら While stuffing one’s cheeks with a brief moment of happiness together, gathered in a circle

p19~26

google doc | JP transcription | proofreading: @/kudouusagi ※there are likely inaccuracies, feel free to check back.

さて！ Now, then!

あの...... Allen: Um……

ずっと同じ服装だと危険だから着替えなさい It’s dangerous to keep the same attire, so please change.

逃亡もののジョーシキ! Common sense, for fugitives！

ここの物は自由に使っていいから Feel free to use these.

Link: 私は結構てす I'm good.

お金のニオイがする A: I smell money

これブランド品では．．．！？ A: These are brand-name...?!

うーんちょっと大きいな動きやすく手直しするね Johnny: Hm, a little big. I’ll adjust it for ease of movement.

いやこれブランド品．．． A: No but wait— these are brand-name...

科学班モード [ Science Department Mode ]

昨日からずっと気になってたんですが... この高級なお宅は元帥の一体どういう......? A: I’ve been wondering since yesterday, but... what is this posh place of yours, General......?

ついでに髪も切ろっか！座ってアレン J: While we’re at it, why don’t I give your hair a cut! Sit, Allen.

ああはい．． A: Ah, sure...

靴はこれでいいかな Wonder if these shoes will do.

ここは私のパトロンの別邸だから気にしないで This is a secondary residence of a patron’s, so don’t mind it.

え！？ Eh?!

元帥は画家としても有名なんだよいくつかこういう拠点を持ってる The General is also famous as a painter. He has a few of these places.

なるほど... 師匠の愛人と似たようなものか... I see... So it’s like with Master’s lovers, huh...

あの不良と一緒にしないでね Please don’t lump me in with that hoodlum.

すみませんっ！！！ [ アレン ] Pardon, my bad!!! [ Allen ]

パトロン...... あっ Patrons...... Ah,

クロスが一番信用してた人間に聞いてみるといい Try asking the person Cross trusted most.

オレの精神世界に在る屋敷あの場所を目指せとクロスに言われたんだろ？ The mansion in my inner world (lit. inner psychological world) Cross told you to head to that place, didn’t he?

はいカットできあがり～！ Cut complete~!

あのッここ電話機はあります？ Um, do you have a phone (I can use)?

ジリリリリンジリリリリン Riririririring Riririririring

なんだおまえか Oh hey, it’s you.

マザーーー！！ Mother———!!

「クロス元師が一番信用してた人間」かぁ．．． The person General Cross trusted most, huh…

ネアがわざわざウォーカーにメッセージしてきたのなら何か進展がありそうですね If Nea (went out of his way) to leave Walker this message, then there (should) likely be some progress from this.

……

心配 WORRY

でもさぁ〜〜〜それってなんか罠っぽく思えちゃうのは感が過ぎないのかなぁ But you know~~~ It’s just that, it seems much too like a trap.

ネアと言う男はそういう小細工を嫌うタイプかと Link: Nea seems to be the type of man to dislike such cheap tricks. (this is the revised JP script, cr for JP script: @/ponkotsubluuues)

アレンの上着をつめてます Sewing Allen’s jacket (つめて is used for e.g. ‘taking in’ a shirt, but chose ‘adjust’ since it’s vaguer chose the more liberal option for more amusing tone)

私が思うにですがネアという男はちゃうのは考え過ぎなのかなぁ～～～～ This is (just) my opinion, but a man such as Nea might say, “I wonder if you aren’t overthinking it~~~~”

ホントぉ〜〜〜！？ Really~~~?!

どちらかといえば”手段を選んでいられない”というように思える．．． If anything, I think it’s more like he “isn’t at liberty to choose his methods”...

ネアにとってこの現状は計画通りにいっていないのかもな Perhaps things aren’t going as planned for Nea.

わざわざメッセージを寄越したんだ罠じゃなくても屋敷へ行ってもらいたい狙いがあんだろおそらくネアは聖戦の真実や自分のことをモヤシに知られることを怖れていない知って欲しいんだ He went out of his way to send this message, so even if it's not a trap, he (must have a reason) he wants him to go to that mansion. Nea likely isn’t afraid of letting the beansprout know the truth of the holy war or about himself. He wants (him) to know.

キャンベル邸には根深いものがあると思ったほうがいい It’s better to think there’s something deeply rooted within the Campbell estate.

ネアからはそれ以上の情報は聞けなかったとウォーカーは言っていたがネアが助言してきた理由を問わなかったとは思えない本当は何か聞いたのではないのか．．．？でなければウォーカーがネアの言葉をすんなりと信じるわけがない Walker said he didn’t any information more than that from Nea, but I don’t think he wouldn’t question Nea's motives for giving counsel. Did he really not ask/hear anything (else)...？ Otherwise, Walker wouldn’t be believing Nea’s words without any trouble.

あの時鏡の前でウォーカーは確かにうろたえていた．．．ネアに何を言われた？ここまできて我々に伝えることをためらうようなことがまだあるのか At that time, in front of the mirror, Walker did seem perturbed... What did Nea say to him? Is there still something he’s hesitant to share with us, who’ve come this far?

元気そうじゃないかで？用件は何だい Don’t you seem well. Well? Something you need?

マザーじゃなかったら他に心当たりがないのでどうか頼みます……！ If not Mother, then I have no idea who else to ask, so please......!

あ？ Huh?

カテリーナ＂イヴ＂キャンベルという人を知りませんか？ Do you know anyone named Katerina “Eve” Campbell?

…………

？マザー？ Mother?

．．．どこでその名を？ ...Where did you hear that name?

その．．．師匠から幻だったかもしれませんが．．． Well, that’s... from Master. It might’ve just been a dream/illusion, but…

え～～と．．．でいいよな？ Eerm... This is fine, right?

あいつめ．．．生きていたんだね That man... He’s alive, isn’t he.

...いつかおまえにその名を尋ねられたら ”ある人物”を紹介するようクロスから言付かってるよ ...Cross told me that if you ever asked about that name, I should introduce you to "a certain person".

！！

この役目を果たす時がきたか．．． So it’s come time for me to fulfill this role...

今から言うことは書いて残さず頭で覚えな From now, without writing anything down, remember what I say in your head.

ウィンダーミアの街に鳩と梟を掲げた「ズーグル」という名の古書店があるそのマスターが「宿主」を待っているだろう In the town of Windermere, there is an antiquarian bookshop named "Zoogle", raising on it a dove and an owl. Its owner will be there, waiting for “the host”.

証となるティムキャンピーをみせなそれが信用を得る唯一の合図だ As evidence, show Timcanpy as proof. That is the sole sign to earn their trust.

……！？ティムが．．．Tim...

マザー実はティムは…… Mother. Actually, Tim is already......

そうか．．．アタシが言えるのはこれだけだあとはおまえが何とかするしかないよ Is that so... That’s all I have to say. You’ll have to manage the rest.

おそらくただの古書店じゃないだろうさ宿主だと証明できなければ殺されるかもしれない油断するんじゃないよ It’s most likely not just any antiquarian bookstore. If you can’t prove you’re the host, they might kill you. Don’t be careless, now.

うんやってみますありがとうマザー Alright, I’ll give it a try. Thank you, Mother.

.....はっ Haーなにが油断するなだ...... 馬鹿かアタシは...... What’s that about carelessness... What am I, a fool…

宿主を待ってる人物ってことはネアの協力者ってことなのかな？ The one waiting for the host, I wonder if that means he’s a collaborator of Nea’s?

すっすごく危険な気がするんだけど！ That–That sounds super dangerous!

安心しろよどこへ行こうがおまえとモヤシは危険だ Relax, no matter where you go, you and the beansprout will be in danger.

うぐぅそれはたしかに Gerk–! Well, that’s for certain.

そのズーグルさん？？といいクロス元帥やリンク監査官... ネアに協力したい人間って意外といるのかなぁ何なんだろうネアって That Mr. Zoogle?? General Cross, and Inspector Link... I wonder if there aren’t a surprising amount of people who are willing to collaborate with Nea. (lit. want to) What’s with this Nea?

ギル私はもう監査官ではありませんので何度もいいますが Gill, I’m already no longer an Inspector. I’ve said it many times, but.

あっまた呼んじゃった？ Ah, I called you that again, did I?

おそらくズーグル古書店はキャンベル邸への案内役．．．危険なのはキャンベル邸だもしかしたらネアの生家なんじゃねぇのか奴のホームグラウンドってわけだ The Zoogle Antiquarian Bookstore might be our guide to the Campbell Manor... The danger here is the Campbell Manor. It may be the birthplace of Nea, meaning his home ground.

ネアのメモリーが最も濃密な場所...... The place thickest with Nea’s memories...

僕もそう思うネアの侵食が始まってからずっと呼ばれてる気がするんです I think so as well. That place has been calling to me since Nea’s encroachment.

夕焼けに照らされたコーネリアの木…… そこに佇むあの屋敷 The mansion standing... by Cornelia’s tree, lit by the glow of the sunset

ネアの精神世界で師匠は言ってました「ここがアレン・ウォーカーの消える場所」だってそれってつまり... キャンベル邸でネアが復活するって意味なのかも In Nea’s inner world, Master said “This is where Allen Walker will disappear.” So, that is to say... Campbell Manor might be where Nea will be reborn.

このままクロス・マリアンの筋書きにのって良いのですかウォーカー Is it alright to follow along with Cross Marian’s plot like this, Walker?

いいじゃねーかどの道ネアと白黒つけなきゃならねぇんだろ Isn’t it fine? We have to settle things (deal with matters of white/black) with Nea at any rate.

どこぞの鴉もそのほうが好都合じゃねーの？ Isn’t that more convenient for some Crow?

今はウォーカーの同行者ですのでウォーカーの決断に従います Now, I am Walker’s comrade, thus I will abide by Walker's decision.

同行者だったり協力者だったり切り替えが大変だよなぁ A comrade and a collaborator, must be so hard switching between the two, huh.

トゲトゲトゲトゲトゲ prickly x5

ウォーカーが問題ないというのですから私も全く問題ありませんご心配なく If Walker has no issues with it, then I am also completely without issue. No worries.

......

ギッズギス creak/grate

仲悪～い On ba~d terms

うーん Umm...

まぁ神田の反応は仕方ないか…… リンク監査官のうしろにいるルベリエ長官の思惑もわかんないままだし Well, Kanda’s reaction can’t be helped… Since we still don’t know the intentions of Director Lvellie behind Inspector Link.

はは確かに師匠の筋書きの通りにいっちゃってる感はありますよねー Haha, It definitely does seem like things are going according to Master’s plans...

このまま先へ進んだところで宿主「アレン」が消える末路は変わらんぞ If things continue like this, the fate of the host “Allen” disappearing won’t change.

おまえはオレに宿主にされたんじゃない自ら進んでその身をオレに捧げたんだよおまえはアポクリフォスに作り変えられてる I did not make you my host. You offered/sacrificed yourself to me of your own free will. You were remade by Aprocryphos.

…決着をつけるために教団を出てきたんですからこのまま進みます ...Since I left the Order to settle this, I’ll keep moving forward like this.

……

宿主の証か…… 師匠が僕にティムキャンピーを託してくれたのはこの為だったのかな Proof of the host...... I wonder if Master entrusted me with Timcanpy for this purpose.

ともだちになっていいですか……? Can I become friends with him......?

師匠もティムもずっと僕に宿主の役目を果たさせるために育ててくれたのかもしれないそうだとしても僕にとってふたりが大事な存在なのは変わらない…… Master and Tim may have been raising me for the sake of fulfilling the role of the host all along. Even so, those two being precious existences to me will not change......

ずっとともだちだ You were always my friend.

どこまでも一緒に行こうなティム No matter where, let’s go there together, Tim.

着いたよ We’ve arrived.

ここで別れよう Let us part ways here.

色々とありがとうございましたティエドール元節 Thank you, General Tiedoll. For many things.

なに大変なのはこれからだウォーカーくん What’s that? The hard part comes now, Walker-kun.

私とユーくんは一度教団に戻り隠密に一「マナ」の墓とアポクリフォスについて調べよう手紙も電信も危険だろうからしばらくは連絡はとれないが必ず情報をもってキミたちを追う Yuu-kun and I will return to the Order, and secretly investigate Mana’s grave and Aprocryphos. Since letters and telegraphs are too dangerous, we won’t be able to contact you for a while, but we’ll definitely bring you the information and follow along.

p19~26

#DGM spoilers #i bled for this #read this pls #it's fully roughly translated now #PLEASE TELL ME MY MISTAKES #I'M SURE I MADE LOTS

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maracujatangerine · 11 months

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76. Musical Experimentation

CW: emeto, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

The park was almost empty during the early morning hour. An older lady in an orange fleece walking her Yorkshire terrier down the wooded path along the stream. A young couple jogging together, the woman reaching up to adjust her chestnut pony tail. A bald man in his fifties bicycling slowly with his black labrador in tow. Apart from them, only Lydia and Coriander walked together across the wide expanse of grass.

“Here it is, Cory!” Lydia pointed to the simple wooden pavilion ahead, just an open deck with wooden supports for the roof in each corner. “This is what I wanted to show you. I found out that the council has refurbished some pianos and placed them around town for anyone to use.”

And indeed. In the middle of the pavilion was a fairly battered, but freshly repainted, piano.

The blonde pet looked quizzically at his owner.

“T-that sounds very nice, Miss Lydia” he said.

”I was thinking that perhaps you would like to try to play it?”

A worried wrinkle creased Coriander’s forehead.

“T-this pet i-is afraid that it cannot, Miss Lydia.” He said regretfully. “I-it doesn’t know how to play.”

“Remember how you didn’t know that you could swim, either?” Lydia smiled. “I just want you to give it a try. It is totally all right if you can’t play.” She held up a hand. “You have to take a seat on the bench. It is all right, it is just the two of us here.”

When Coriander hesitatingly sat down on the duet bench and placed his hands on the keys, she nodded approvingly. “That’s really good. You are doing well. There’s no stress, take as much time as you need.”

Lydia sat down in the grass next to the piano, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm morning sun on her face.

A bumble bee buzzed among some early daisies, a few seagulls called to one another overhead. The faint sounds of a few cars in the distance. Coriander hesitatingly pushed down a few of the keys, first discordantly, then in a cascade from the one side of the piano to the other.

It sounded just as haphazard and unskilled as Lydia thought that she herself would have sounded, if she would have tried to play. She had nearly made up her mind that her hunch was just a guess gone wrong, when something shifted.

The unmistakable first tones of Für Elise floated out over the park’s green lawn.

A few weeks later, they walked past a music store when Lydia stopped, hit by inspiration.

“Would you like to go inside, Cory?”

The young man blanched. Almost, but not quite, shaking his head.

“B-but we don’t need anything, Miss Lydia.”

“I know, but maybe you would like to look at some of the instruments? I mean, you weren’t as awesome with the piano in the park as with the tin whistle, but you could still play. Maybe, if you try some more instruments you could discover even more skills?”

The pet swallowed, hard.

“I-it is soon time for dinner, Miss. P-perhaps we s-should go straight home and cook some food?”

Lydia relented.

“Sure, Cory. Let’s go home.” She glanced thoughtfully at all the instruments in the window as they walked past.

Coriander stared down at the pavement almost all the way home.

Transcript of audio recording

Several rustling sounds and a thump, from placing the recorder on the table, then Lydia’s voice.

“Cory, today I would like you to look at some different pictures and tell me what you see on the picture. I also want to tell me if you feel anything in particular about the picture, would that be okay?”

“Y-yes, Miss Lydia” Cory’s voice, slightly nervous but obviously eager to please.

“Okay, what is this?”

“It is a tin whistle, Miss Lydia.” A smile in Coriander’s voice. “T-this pet enjoys playing the tin whistle.”

“That’s good.” A smile in Lydia’s voice, too. “So what is this?”

“A trumpet.”

A faint rustle of paper as Lydia changed cards.

“A set of drums.”

“A cello.” A faint, almost undetectable tremble in Coriander’s voice.

“What about this, then?”

“An oboe.”

“That’s really good, I didn’t even know what that was called.”

“An harpsichord.”

“A guitar.”

“Now this is a hard one.” Lydia laughed. “I had no idea what this was. Ready?”

“Yes, Miss Lydia.” Coriander huffed a small laugh. “T-this pet knows what it is, Miss Lydia. That is a theremin.” He sounded pleased with himself.

“You are really awesome at this.” Lydia said warmly. “Only a few cards left. What is this?”

A sharp intake of breath. The faintest moan. The vicious sound of someone vomiting, liquid splashing all over the floor.

After a few moments only dry heaving could be heard on the tape.

“T-this pet is so, so s-sorry, Miss Lydia.” Coriander’s voice faint and shivering. “I-it will clean this up at once.”

“No, Cory.” Lydia sounded shaken, too. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you. Please forgive me.”

Sound of steps and movement, someone fumbling with the recorder and the recording turned off.

In the margin of the transcript, with blue ballpoint pen, Lydia had noted in her curved handwriting. “A violin.”

This post is a part of the 2023 BBU Community Days organised by @bbu-on-the-side The last part of this post - the transcript - is my entry for day 10: In-BBU-media.

Fun Facts:

There’s a really cool international street art initiative that is called Play me, I’m yours that aims to place pianos in public places that are free for anyone to use. The project started in Birmingham, UK by artist Luke Jerram, but can now be found all over the world. It is particularly brilliant since pianos are often given away for free since moving them is expensive and many people have a hard time finding space for them in their homes. More info can be found here and here.

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sylvia-forest · 10 months

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[CN] Shaw's bday ASMR - Summer Night Rhythm

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an ASMR which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[Transcript under the cut!]

Please please read the transcript along the video as to not to miss out his raspy, sleepy voice 💦

[sound of door knocking and cicada's]

came fast enough

It seems that you are very interested in my remodeled room

Okay

Getting smarter

I just took pictures of only one corner of the room on purpose

So that some "curious rabbits"

come bouncing

Why did you open your mouth and bite?

Don't mess with you?

Then i can't do that

[MC bite shaw]

Hiss

OK, OK, OK.

You are very tired from working overtime these days

Soreness all over the body

Bad mood

You should be treated as a bodhisattva

[shaw cuckles]

Stop teasing you

Go inside

[sound of footsteps + shaw breathing]

Just okay?

[shaw clicks his tongue]

The requirements are quite high

[sound of pressing buttons]

What about this

[shaw laughs]

Not bad

These sensor lights didn't take that much effort

I just did some stuff casually

Play the game this way

It's more exciting when you watch a movie.

And when some people come to “board”

I won't trip over things when going to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Don't know

I thought it was some thief going on duty for the first time

Clumsy

[MC beats shaw and bit him AGAIN]

Ah hiss

You're addicted to biting, right?

Why don't you put a row of tooth marks on my arm?

Then donate me to a museum

I have thought of the title of the work for you

just call

"Daily Life of a Rogue Rabbit"

[MC start walking out of the room and shaw grabbing her midway]

where are you going?

Angry?

Oh.... to turn on the lights

No need

Let's leave it like that.

Why are you looking at me with that expression?

What are you laughing at?

You're the one who got the wrong idea.

[shaw purposely lowering his voice to an octave]

Or are you thinking wrongly?

I see you are tired from work these two days

Dimly lit environment

Helps you relax a bit

[shaw clicks his tongue]

However

You really got it right today

Come

I'll show you a good thing

My new massage sofa

Isn't it a backache?

Come

try

Comfortable?

The more comfortable ones are still behind.

I’ll adjust the first rate strength for you to begin off

[beeping sound]

Of course not bad

When have I ever gone wrong when I picked something

They’re all first class goods

what

only you can enjoy

Let me stand around and stare?

I won't do such a wasteful thing

If you don't want to be oppressed by me

just sit down

[shaw joins MC on the massaging chair]

Too crowded?

[shaw cuckles lightly]

Usually one meter eight of the bed is squeezed into one meter two by you

Why didn't I hear you complaining about that

[low humming sound of the massage chair + shaw breathing sounds]

Don't worry

I've asked

Although this is not a massage sofa for two people

But it’s okay for two people to use it at the same time

[rustling of clothes sound???]

It's okay

very comfortable

But isn't the strength a little bit less powerful?

Don’t you think so too?

[beeping + buzzing sounds from the chair + shaw moaning sounds]

What's wrong

Not enjoying the power of technology

You're afraid I'll fall asleep

i didn't slept

just close your eyes

What are you doing

So concerned about whether I am sleepy or not

[shaw yawns]

Want to go out and watch a movie?

sure

Go later

[rustling of clothes + shaw clicking his tongue]

What are you messing with?

be honest

Didn't say not to go out to see

Let me get a rest for a while

Who said that if I shut my eyes for a while, it takes three hours

[shaw sleepy voice]

save your energy

tickling doesn't work on me

How come you got serious

[shaw grabs MC hands and whispers in a sleepy voice]

I've said it all, just sleep for a while

[continuous humming sound + shaw steady breathing]

Not asleep and awake

[from here on you’ll hear his raspy, sleepy voice which sounds so sexy]

Hey

Where are you putting your hands?

Thanks to you

I'm fully awake now

It's time to settle

Admit defeat?

I haven't done anything yet

Just surrendered straight away?

that's not right

It can't be so easy

Itchy?

So you know how itchy it is too

then bear with it

I won't stop easily

you didn't find yourself

You’re extra rebellious today?

hmmmm

Ii’s right to just don't admit it

Rebels are like this

So ....

Got to cure

what am i doing

what else can i do

Of course, to settle the score

We got it back one by one

It won't take long.

that is

Just before dawn, I guess

—

⚡ ASMR texts

#his sleepy voice filled with teasing was everything 💦#I love how he always figure out that MC is feeling tired or in a bad mood #and tries to cheer her up in his own way #mr love queen's choice #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc translations #mlqc shaw #love and producer #mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers

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shallowseeker · 9 months

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Oh, my GOD, Cas. Dean was so stupidly worried about you, you dumbass. (12x17-12x19)

After 12x12 Stuck in the Middle (with You), wherein Cas experienced his worst nightmare (watching his human family die while they fought to protect him), dude freaked out and bailed his ass to Heaven. And Dean...

Here, have a long-ass super-post of all the worried Dean moments I snipped out from the episodes:

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In 12x17 The British Invasion, Dean's anxiety is amping up, and he's visibly and verbally disappointed when Cas isn't at the hunting rendezvous.

From the episode transcript: Dean is on the phone, listening to a message. Cas [voicemail]: This is my voicemail. Make your voice a mail. Dean [into phone]: Come on, Cas. I've called you three times now. Will you call me back? We've got a line on Dagon. We need your help.

///

They get into the Impala and drive to the junkyard where Sam, Eileen, Mick and Renny are waiting. It is now night-time. Dean: This everyone? Sam: Yeah. Still no word from Cas. Dean: Right. Great.

///

Dean enters the library. Sam is sitting at the table looking at his laptop. Dean: Mornin'. Sam: Mornin'. Hey, you, uh, you hear anything from Cas yet? Dean: Mm. No. Still MIA. Sam: You think he's all right? Dean: I don't know. [Looking around worriedly]

Notably, in the script, Cas was perhaps actively lying to Dean, saying he's working on "getting here," and saying he's "half a day out." In the episode, they adjusted it to better explain Cas's absence, crank up Dean's worry, and ramp up the tension (a good change).

///

In 12x18 The Memory Remains episode (and script) Dean is pacing the hallways and stress-cleaning his guns:

From the script: DEAN: Come on... CAS (voicemail): This is my voicemail, make your voice a mail. DEAN (on the beep): Okay, screw this. I've been calling for days, Cas, I-- we found Dagon, and we got our asses handed to us, even though we had the Colt. (then) Really coulda used some backup, but-- guess you were too busy ignoring my damn calls, right? He hangs up. Equal parts worried and pissed. *** SAM: Any luck with Cas? DEAN: Still AWOL. SAM: Okay, so let's find him. DEAN: Already tried. The GPS on his phone's switched off-- and there's nothing in the system about a weird dude in a trenchcoat getting arrested... or turning up dead, so... He's worried. They both are. SAM: Dean, it's Cas-- this isn't the first time he's dropped off the map, and whatever's happening, he'll be fine. He always is. On Dean, wanting to believe that.

Hello! CAS SWITCHED OFF HIS GPS SO DEAN COULDN'T EVEN TRACK HIS LAST KNOWN LOCATION (the playground entrance to Heaven, no doubt). Dean is now beside himself with worry, calling to mind the looming threat of the cosmic consequences from Billie. He fears that Cas is dead.

///

And from the episode transcipt: At the bunker, Dean is still trying to reach Castiel on the phone and leaves him yet another message. DEAN: Come on. Cas, it's me. I've been trying to get ahold of you for days. I don't know what's going on, but we got a line on Dagon...And we got our asses handed to us, even with the Colt. So...Could really use the backup. Call me back. *** SAM: So no luck with Cas, huh? DEAN: Yeah, still AWOL. SAM: All right, so let's find him. DEAN: I've been trying, Sam. The GPS on his phone is turned off, and there's nothing in the system about some weird guy in a trench coat getting arrested or turning up dead. SAM: Right. Dean, it's Cas. I mean, this isn't the first time he's dropped off the map, you know? And whatever's happening, he'll be fine. He always is. DEAN: Yeah. Dean is unconvinced and continues cleaning his guns.

Also, aw. Sam may not always understand WHY, but when it comes to Cas, he handles Dean clumsily-but-trying-to-be-gentle, same as he and Bobby did way back in season 6. When it comes to Cas, Sam knows that Dean is pretty, erm, combustible.

///

In 12x19 The Future (and script), Dean is so angry and incredibly hurt about being ignored. Then, Cas tries to return the damn Led Zeppelin mixtape.

The mixtape looks very new, and given the events of 12x12 Stuck in the Middle (with You), it is very likely an item that Dean gifted specifically to try and feel out Cas's "I love you, I love all of you." Unfortunately, here, it feels like rejection. Dean takes it in stride.

From the episode transcipt: (Bunker Door opens) SAM: Cas. CAS: Hello. SAM: Hey. You're all right. Um – Where have you been? DEAN: Let me rephrase that for Sam. Where the hell have you been? And why have you ignored our phone calls? CAS: Where I was, the – the reception was, uh, poor. DEAN: No bars? No bars. That's his excuse. Wow. CAS: I was in Heaven. I was working with the angels. When I saw Dagon had captured Kelly, I-I thought they could help. SAM: And? CAS: Nothing. SAM: Well, at least you're back. We're glad you're back. DEAN: Really? No, I'm sorry. Okay, 'cause while you were striking out in Heaven, we had a shot at Dagon, and we lost. CAS: I know. I received your messages. DEAN: Oh, you did – you did receive the messages? Okay, that's good. CAS: Dean. DEAN: So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us? That's great. 'Cause we really could've used the backup. But, uh, you were too busy with, um (Clicks tongue) What was it? Nothing? CAS: Dean, I – DEAN: What the hell is wrong with you, man? You know, whatever. That's-- (chuckles painfully) Yeah. Welcome back. (walks away) SAM: Dean, y—

So, Dean senses (rightfully, mind you) that Cas is being secretive. Cas got his messages, and he didn't call him back while he was on the road or anything. And all that time, Dean though Cas was dead. I'd be pretty mad, too. Dean softens quickly and tries to express his desire for Cas keeping in contact:

(Dean on laptop in his room) (Knock on door) (Door opens) CAS: Sorry, Dean. Um I just wanted to return this. (hands Dean a cassette) DEAN: (woodenly, without looking at Cas. He extends the tape): It's a gift. You keep those. CAS: Oh. DEAN: Cas, you can't – (breaks) With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay. CAS: Well, I didn't mean to add to your distress.

The thing about this scene is...Cas knows the mixtape represents something emotional, and he knows that Dean's distressed. So, here he comes, and he plays on Dean's emotions to get him to lower his guard. It's...hm. Dishonest.

But later in the episode, because Dean knows Cas is doing all this tomfoolery to protect them, he forgives Cas remarkably easily. He even resolves to try to get on the same page as Cas, to "not let him walk away again."

CAS: I – Dean, I just keep failing. Again and again. When you were taken, I searched for months and I couldn't find you. And then Kelly escaped on my watch, and I couldn't find her. And I just wanted I needed to come back here with a win for you. For myself. DEAN: You think you're the only one rolling snake eyes here? Me and Sam, we had her. We had Kelly and we lost her. CAS: And if you find her again? DEAN: Sam's working on it. Of course, he's hell-bent on finding something that doesn't mean killing her or her kid. CAS: Right. And if he doesn't find something? If you run out of time, could either of you kill an innocent? DEAN: We will find a better way. CAS: You mean, we? DEAN: Yes, dumbass.

Dean's distress is even more apparent in the 12x19 script draft:

From the script (above): BANG! THE DOOR OPENS. Sam and Dean look up to see--CASTIEL. He pauses-- regards them sheepishly-- CAS: Hello. Sam and Dean are stunned. They haven't seen Cas since "Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell," when he left for Heaven without telling them. (Aside//He also disabled his GPS before he even left for Heaven, or they'd have known where he went!) SAM: Uh, hey Cas. (then) Where've you been? DEAN: Let me rephrase that for Sam-- "where the HELL have you been?" (then) Why didn't you return our calls? CAS: Where I was-- the reception was...poor. DEAN: No bars? That's your excuse? On Cas. A beat, then-- CAS: I've...I've been in Heaven. And that brings Sam and Dean up short. CAS: I was working with the angels. They're looking for Kelly Kline, too. The boys trade a look. SAM: And? Push in on Cas, a loaded beat. He shakes his head. CAS: Nothing. He seems ashamed. We'll realize later: Cas is lying. He does in fact have an active plan with the angels-- but one he must keep secret from the boys for now. Sam catches the dejection in Cas's voice, softens. SAM: We're just glad you're back. But Dean's not satisfied. DEAN: (to Sam) Really? (to Cas) Well, while your were striking out in Heaven, we got a shot at Dagon. CAS: I know-- I received your messages. DEAN: Ah. So you ditched us and you're been icing us out-- great. Cas looks away-- DEAN: Just saying, it would’ve been nice to have some back up-- you, like a super strong dude, in a trenchcoat. (dripping disdain) But hey, you were busy, you know-- with all that nothing.

Knowing the root of the issue--that Dean's emotional and "distressed," Cas doesn't even wait that long to go after him. Plus, Dean flashes the Colt, so Cas follows him to his room with the intent of acquiring it. Cas knows he's probably about to hurt Dean's feelings again, but for Dean's safety, it's worth the risk.

///

From the script (above): SAM: Dean-- But Dean ignores him-- stepping forward-- to Cas-- DEAN: Seriously-- what the Hell's wrong with you? On Cas. Not sure how to answer that. A beat then-- Dean turns-- grabs the Colt-- DEAN: Whatever. Welcome home.

Okay, so I'm sensing a SPNwin Millie parallel here, that no matter how mad they are at each other, no matter how mad Dean is at Cas, Dean is scripted to tell Cas WELCOME HOME. Gahhhhh!

Dean bails to his room, taking the Colt with him. Of Sam and Cas. Cas, torn... LATER... Dean's on his laptop, trying to bury himself in the Kelly Kline search. A knock on the door. He ignores it. After a beat, Cas steps in. Awkwardly-- CAS: Dean-- I'm sorry. Dean doesn't even look up. A long, awkward beat, then Cas places a MIXED TAPE on Dean's dresser. CAS: I--wanted to return this. We see a homemade label: "Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx." Dean still doesn't look up. Cas moves for the door-- DEAN: That was a gift. To keep. CAS: Oh. Dean turns to Cas-- softening a bit-- DEAN: Cas, you can't-- with everything that's going on, you can't just go dark. For weeks. (off Cas's look) We were worried, okay? On Cas. He's still cagey, keeping the weight of a (yet to be revealed) secret. Attempting to make peace... CAS: It wasn't my intention to add to your distress, I... On Cas, desperate to make things clear to Dean-- but he can't reveal too much. So he tells his emotional truth. CAS: Dean, I keep...failing. Again and again. When you and Sam were taken, I search for months-- I couldn't find you, Kelly escaped, on my watch-- and I couldn't find her. (beat) I just wanted-- needed to come back with a win. For you. For myself. And Dean gets that. DEAN: Look-- you're not the only one rolling snake eyes here. Me and Sam, we just had Kelly-- we lost her, too. CAS: And if you do find her...do you really think you can kill a pregnant women? Dean looks away-- the idea of doing that...it's his nightmare. And Cas notices. A beat, then-- Dean shakes his head, so wanting to believe... DEAN: Not gonna have to. We'll find a better way. CAS: We? DEAN: Yeah. We. (then) You ever think the reason we keep striking out is 'cause we're all off in our own corners? I mean-- when has that ever worked, right?

///

Later in the episode, it's clear that Cas isn't working with Heaven for his reputation. And Dean's mad about Cas lying and not communicating, sure, but he isn't really that mad about the theft of the Colt:

CAS: I...I wanted to keep you out of this-- to keep you safe. ***

(Dean working on Castiel's truck) (Dog barking in distance) SAM: How did this happen? DEAN: (Scoffs) What? The lying? The Heaven plan? Or the fact that I'm working on this stupid truck? SAM: No, I mean, what's wrong with Cas? DEAN: Well, he hasn't exactly had a banner year. I mean, think about it. Between Lucifer (Blows air) killing Billie, Ramiel, everything's been blowing up in his face. And he's so desperate for a win right now, he can't even see straight. (gestures to truck) Go ahead and give it a try. (Sam climbs in truck)

///

And later, Dean gets to watch his nightmare scenario play out— the thing he's been freaking out about all season since Billie warned of the cosmic consequences. Cas's impending death.

From above: WHAM! Cas falls to the group-- eyes glazed, face a bloody mash. Beaten. Dagon looks to Kelly-- DAGON: Look at him, your-- (with a sneer) Angelic defender. Heh. You really thought he could save you? This sad, fluttering, aimless little moth? Dagon reaches down, grabbing the front of Cas's shirt-- he tries to fight, but he's too weak, as-- Dagon hoists Cas up. His feet dangling in the air.

From above: And as Sam, Dean, and Kelly stare-- oh fucking no-- the bullet drops to the grass. Dagon looks to Dean-- DAGON: Cool, right? Before Dean can respond, the camera whips right-- and Dagon is behind him! Sam notices-- point-- SAM: Dean! Dean spins-- and Dagon grabs the colt with one hand, and strike with the other. Snapping a fist into Dean's elbow--BREAKING HIS ARM! With a sickening SNAP! Dean drops to the ground-- in AGONY-- leaving Dagon holding the Colt-- DAGON: Yeah...time to take this little bitch off the board. And the Colt goes lava-hot red in her hand. Sizzling-- On Dean. Can't believe what he's seeing-- DEAN: No! But it's too late. The Colt melts in Dagon's hand. Barrel and cylinder collapsing-- Camera moves to Cas, injured on the ground looking around-- At Kelly, helpless and cowering--- At Sam, injured by the bench-- At Dean, hurt and one his knees, in front of Dagon-- His worst nightmare-- everyone he tried to protect in pain and mortal danger. Dagon tosses what's left of the colt away.

From above: Dagon charges up her glowing, angel-smiting fist and swings-- SAM: Cas! DEAN: No! Cas stares death in the eye. Then-- GOLD LIGHT pulses up Kelly's arm (the same gold as Kelly's eyes in Act 2), rushing through Cas's arm-- we zoom into Cas's eyes--

///

And after Jack defeats Dagon, and Cas avoids death, it's still...strange. Gentle. Scary? Cas heals Dean but he seems serene, as if he's in a trance.

Sam and Dean stare at Cas-- Dean cradling his broken arm. He swaps a glance with Sam-- both in awe of Cas, but also shaken by his display of power.

///

In the last moment, we see Dean make up his mind. Dean decides that yeah, he's fighting FOR Cas. He's not going to let him walk away.

From above: He turns away-- Dean grabs Cas's arm-- DEAN: Cas, no-- whatever that thing did to you-- we're not gonna just let you walk away. Not again. (then, emotional) That's not happening. CAS: Yes. It is. It has to.

Because the unfortunate reality is...Dean can't stop him.

#spn scripts #dean/cas #spn 12x17 #spn 12x18 #spn 12x19 #spn the future #spn the british invasion #spn the memory remains #jack kline #kelly kline #dean/cas stuff

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showfallmediaarchivist · 5 months

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TW for: Minor injury (knife), mentions of su1c1de.

[Transcript Begins.]

[The camera Is positioned at chest height, and appears to be focusing on a box of items currently. A hand appeared from beside the lens, moving some out of the way and leaning behind them, apparently searching for something.]

?: Alright, that one's all clear.

[Voice identified: William Keane - The Archivist.]

[It moves on, examining more areas.]

?: What are you. Looking for?

[Voice identified: “Sparrow” Henderson.]

[A wagon can be heard in the background, as well as music from a video game.]

A: Any Showfall tech, or. Emi. You okay Kiddo? How's the pizzeria grind going?

Sp: Extremely good. I am what the kids at my school would call ‘God tier.’... Although I do have a question..?

A: Shoot?

Sp: That is. Bad wording. anyway, do you… Ever feel robotic. Not human… I ask because you are the only other person in this hideout. With an AI.

A:...sorry. I do, all of the time. It's..yeah. I do kiddo.

Sp: I am sorry… I… Do you have any advice? On that feeling…

A:..you have to surround yourself with those who see you for who you are; a human. A person. Same with the AI's.

Sp: I see… Wait… William… Do you hear that?

A: I..don't. What is it?

Sp: Tapping… From over there.

[Sparrow seemingly points somewhere, fabric shuffling noises behind Will.]

A:...hm. stay here Sparrow, okay?

Sp: No. I refuse. Aunt Rose told me someone has to be with you in case Virus shows up.

A: Hm. I'll be fine if something does happen though.

Sp: Same. I am. Speed.

A: You are, you are. You know what to do if there's danger right?

Sp: Promise number three to Mari. ‘In the event of danger I Sparrow, can't remember my birth first name. He⁷nderson. Shall run away from the danger.’

A: Okay, that's exactly What you do. No trying to help me, okay?

Sp: Sí.

[More fabric shuffling as there is seemingly a tug on Will's shirt.]

Sp: Be careful.

A: ..I'll try kiddo. I promise. If I yell, you need to leave.

Sp: Ok…

[The camera begins to turn and move towards the signified location, slowly and steadily. A steady sigh is picked up.]

Sp: It's getting louder. And louder.

A: I know..

[The camera turns for a second, watching Will adjust his grip on the pipe it uses to walk.]

A: Worst comes to worst, I can use this.

[A very very faint tapping is heard in the distance, seemingly someone tapping on a metal pole.]

A: Is..everyone else out Sparrow, if you know?

Sp: Mari and their friend are out looking for things, Rose passed out when we got here, and Edgar is also asleep… As signaled by his loud snoring.

A: Right, so that..isn't one of us. That's.. [A soft sigh]..not good is it.

[As they get closer, a humming can be heard. The song is identified as “My grandfather's clock.”]

A: Hold on..isn't that the fuckin…

Sp: Peon- No that wouldn't make sense… Peony's with me… Hm.

A: Sounds familiar, but I can't. Place it.

Sp: I should… [Muttering.] No have to stay together.

A: Sparrow. If you want to leave, go back to the others. Do so. I'm going to be fine.

Sp: I feel like. I can't… My head hurts.

A: ..let's head back. C'mon kiddos.

?: [Muffled and Whispered.] Follow me… You'll see Cassidy again.

[Voice identified: Emi Henderson.]

A: Sparrow. We need to go. That isn't safe, or true.

Sp: Cass…Idy..?

[A red wagon darts past both the camera and presumably Will heading to the source of the sound.]

A: SPARROW NO! FUCK!

[The camera begins to move in the same direction, the surroundings becoming a haze of color as The Archivist's speed picks up.]

[The surroundings change to a darker room, the only light coming from a phone and a blue lantern. Just then someone hits William presumably in the gut with their knee. There's a sharp and painful intake of breath as Will falls back, not expecting the hit.]

Sp: WILL!

[Sparrow attempts to run, but freezes in shock.]

Em: If you run I'm going to slit Will's fucking throat.

A: Dont - fucking listen to her, Sparrow-

[The Archivist speaks between sharp breaths.]

Em: Have I ever lied about a threat, William?

A: Doesn't matter, if you haven't.

Em: Aw, Their dad said the same thing… Now he's dead so like, guess his opinion doesn't really matter anymore.

A: Shut up. Leave them alone.

Em: Seeeee, I would… But Rose thinks that talking things out will fix everything. So to fix her stupidity, Sparrow's really the easiest thing…

A: NO. DO WHAT YOU FUCKING WILL WITH ME BUT LEAVE THEM OUT OF IT. [William pauses, hacking a cough.] Sparrow. Leave.

Em: Will. I'm not going to kill them, I'm not a monster. I will, however, make a little… AI playdate, assuming you know who shows up… Which I'm hoping for because it is REALLY hard to mask someone and hold you back at the same time.

A: Sparrow, please leave. Please.

Sp: THERE’S A WALL! AND AND… I DON'T WANT TO BE THE REASON YOU DIE…

A: I won't! This bitch won't do shit.

[The sound of a slice, Presumably Emi cutting it’s cheek. The camera can't focus on much, but a hiss of pain is picked up.]

Em: Trust me now? I will kill you William.

A: Do it, pussy. Barely scratched me.

Em: Damn… You really are suicidal huh? Normally I don't believe the anons but now?

A: They say nothing about me. I just don't fear it.

Em: Ok anyway, um… Virus! You gonna show up?

[There's a small crackle of static,albeit distant.]

Em: Oh shit… I didn't think that was going to work-

A: ..it's the blood. Motherfucker's like a killer whale.

Em: Oh, cool.

Sp: I'm scared…

A: Emi, please. Let them go, they aren't part of this feud shit with your half-sister. Please.

Em: Neither are you, but… Sometimes you have to go against the plan to prove a point.

A: I make sense, but Sparrow. You made a fucking deal. They're upkeeping their part.

Em: Why would this hurt Sparrow? If Peony is as good as you all think… What's the harm?

A: Hear me out, just a thought, fear. Trauma. That's a child. They're both kids.

Em: IT'S A FUCKING AI! You act like it has a soul, it's a bunch of code made by a bitch with purple hair! At least Virus seems human! Peony was made to lie, I would’ve thought you of all people could see that.

A: and how the fuck would you know. You're a monster that cares for nothing but their own ends.

[The crackling of static grows louder.]

Em: Welp! I believe it's showtime.

[William attempts to turn towards Sparrow, the camera moving as well.]

Em: Virus, if you’re here do you mind holding our guest in place?

?: My Pleasure!

[Voice Recognised: V.I.R.U.S PROTOCOL.]

Em: Great! Now Sparrow, I really recommend you don't try and fight back ok? I don't want to hurt you.

Sp: Help me Rose please… You promised…

A: Let them fucking go,Emi! Please!

[The camera begins moving, Will thrashing against the invisible hold.]

Em: Hey, their family. That didn't crush my head in. I promised not to hurt them.

[Emi begins walking towards the wagon, as heard in footsteps and eventually seen in frame. Sparrow slowly attempts to move back.]

A: Get the hell away from them! Don't touch them you dick!

Em: Too bad, night night little Sparro-

[Sparrow jams a small pocket knife into Emi's forearm, they try to roll away only for Emi to yank them out of the wagon by the wrist.]

Em: SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO YOU FUCKING BRAT?

A: LEAVE THEM ALONE!

[Emi finally places the mask on Sparrow as their body goes limp, a purple light shining from under the mask.]

[The Archivist stops moving, simply staring at Sparrow.]

A: You..you..why would you..

Em: To prove a fucking point William. Now Peony, if you can hear me I really recommend you do your job… Virus what will happen if they don't? I don't know how Showfall AI works.

V: Usually, we are coded to do so. If someone defects, we can make some..arrangements to fix that!

[The child sits up, looking around before locking onto the invisible figure. Their tone is even more monotone than usual.]

Sp?: Hello. Virus.

V: Hello, Peony. Ready to do your job?

Sp?: My job. Is to lure people to remasking or. Security. I cannot do that in a freezer.

Em: Do you still want to protect Sparrow? Your answer uh… What happens if they say yeah? Virus?

V: Recoding, and possible deletion from the system as a whole!

[This is said in a far-too-cheery voice.]

Sp?: No.

Em: Well you do have a secondary task correct?

Sp?: Mentally attack all rebels until they. Snap.

Em: CORRECT! In that case, I should probably get going before Rose wakes up glad to know you're on our side! Virus pleasure doing business with ya.

V: i hope we can do this again soon! It was extremely fun!

Em: Should we both head out or are you going to stay here?

V: I too, am going to leave. I have some time to kill!

Em: You wanna play uno? I have a deck of cards in my bag, and like… Nothing better to do today.

V: That sounds brilliant! Yes please!

[Emi can be heard walking away, the footsteps getting fainter and fainter.]

A: ….fuck. I'm..

Sp?: Hello. William.

A: Hi, Peony. Im..so sorry. I couldn't..

Sp?: Stop. Do not. Apologize. At least for that.

A: Then I'm sorry for everything. Every fucking thing. Genuinely, I.. don't want to see Sparrow or you hurt. I failed.

Sp?: I am not hurt. Sparrow maybe… I can not tell. Are you hurt?

A: Only a scratch on my cheek, I'm.. I'm fine. Could you pass me my pipe? Dropped it when I got a knee to the gut.

Sp?: You’re lying. I can tell. You are in. Mental distress.

A: …that's particular. How'd you know that?

Sp?: I can see. Your emotions. Because of… Mai.

A: Shit, dude. That must be overwhelming as hell.

Sp?: Less overwhelming. As it is annoying. Seeing people lie.

A: ..sorry. don't like having people worry over me.

Sp?: Family worries correct? That is human nature. I do not worry over you. Because I do not know you. I worry about Sparrow worrying.

A: Exactly. I'm trying to stem it off at the source. Normally if I just say things a certain amount of times it just goes away. I think.

Sp?: William. That is your name correct? That is. Not good. for your mental health.

A: Yeah, it is. Will may be easier though, If you wanna use that? And no, it isn't. Records say it classifies as repression. Still though, I have people to help. And I can't help when I'm sobbing. Is there anything you want to eat or drink, Peony?

Sp?: There's a woman with a rope behind you.

A: What?-

[The camera turns around to where Peony was talking about.In frame, Rose can be seen running towards the room with a rope in her one hand.]

Sp?: Duck.

[William does so,the camera moving down.]

[Rose can be heard hopping over William and landing on some sort of ground, two people struggling is heard.]

Sp?: Please untie me. Rose Elizabeth Henderson.

?: What?

[Voice identified: Rose Henderson.]

A: Rose,It's Peony, they're a friend! No need to tie them up!

R: WILL LAST I CHECKED, THEY ALMOST MADE JENNY and me KILL OURSELVES?

A: Rose, we can explain, just please. Untie them. You haven't been here.

R: No! I'm not letting them get access to the phone, what if Emi's right what if Their just tricking us?

[The child takes a deep breath, whispering something not picked up by the microphone.]

A: Stop shouting, lower your voice. Rose, they are safe. The last time, we can explain. Just please.

[The child's tone changes, they seemingly begin looking at Rose.]

Sp?: Lying? Like you lied to Sparrow for multiple months?

[The Archivist sighs, and composes himself.]

A: Now look, what's happened. Rose, they aren't a threat.

Sp?: You said that about Emi. and now look. Now Sparrow's gone.

R: SEE!

A: Lower.your.voice. Peony, you know you're safe here, right?

Sp?: Safe like Ruby was? Oh wait.

R: DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW???

A: stop screaming. You're the one who made them feel scared enough to do this. I'll explain in time, but go back to the others. You just fucking missed Emi.

R: FINE WHATEVER! WHEN THIS BLOWS UP IN YOUR FACE THAT'S NOT MY FAULT!

Sp?: You couldn't even save yourself. You lost an arm thinking your sister was alive.

A: Peony. I think I know why you're acting like this. She isn't here, okay? You're away from her, and we'll get these off of you now, how does that sound kid?

Sp?: I can't trust you… I can't, I can't, I can't… Your phone is on.

A: It's fucking what. For crying out loud.

[A hand pulls the phone out of its pocket, and the camera is facing Will.]

A: Get fucked. You pieces of shit.

[It throws the phone aside, the audio picking up a clatter of plastic on the floor.]

Sp?: I can't trust any of you. No No No No No No.

A: Is there a way I can prove my trust?

Sp?: I do not know.

A:.. I promise you kid, I'm going to try my hardest to look after you and Sparrow. I'm going to fight tooth and claw whilst I'm alive to make sure nobody, and I mean nobody, hurts you again.

Sp?: Do not break the mask.

A: If you're comfortable with it, I won't. However, if you or Sparrow ask me too, I will.

Sp?: Remove. Do not. Break.

A: That can be done. When do you want it removed?

Sp?: As soon. As possible. Do not want. Sparrow scared.

A:...I could do it now? Shouldn't be as hard as mine was to take off..

R: [Distant.] THE SPIDER LEGS REMEMBER! WAIT FOR MARI BECAUSE THEY TOOK THE GOOD KNIFE THAT WORKS LIKE A SAW!

A: Thank you! When Mari comes back, we can get that off you, okay Kiddo?

Sp?: Ok.

[End transcript.]

@rosetheex-editor

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Jessie and Silverleaf's Search for Blizz (Giant Chasm)

The following is a transcript from Discord of me and @guitarandgallade role-playing on day 1 of the Unova Freeze event. The characters decided to join up and look for Blizz leading to them searching the Giant Chasm.

I'm playing Silverleaf and they are Jessie

There will be a few links to other posts, that give additional context or were posted by the characters during the time of their interaction.

Silverleaf started to bundle up, afterwards he would put his snowshoes on. It was cold in Undella and just starting to lightly snow. He was getting more bundled up than he needed to be right now. But dragons know how cold the Chasm would be, especially if Kyurem was there.

"Hey there. You look like one of those Galarian Darumakas" Jesse joked. They're quite bundled themselves, clad in a bright blue snowsuit. They offer a large thermos to Silverleaf, full of some hot drink. A Gallade towers behind them, adjusting Jesse's snowsuit and goggles for them.

Silverleaf takes the offered thermos. "Thanks I hadn't considered bringing a hot drink, but yeah something like this will help." Silverleaf uses his phone to get a look at himself. "Your right I do look like a Galarian Darumaka."

Jesse laughs quietly, glad to lighten the mood. "Gotta be careful, your eyebrows might freeze like theirs, too." The Gallade chirps at Jesse, who pats his shoulder in return. "Right, right. This is one of my partner pokemon, Quote. He's pretty resilient to the cold, so he'll accompany us up to the Chasm. Besides, it's almost impossible to keep him in his ball when he's worried," Jesse explains. The Gallade, Quote, seems to get flustered at that and begins gesturing wildly to Jesse. He seems to mean that 'with a trainer like Jesse, of course I'd be worried!'

"I have 4 Pokemon myself." Silverleaf releases one of his Pokemon, a Klang. "This is Clack. It'll be accompanying us. Other than my Klang... I have a Magneton named Click, a Porygon Z named Zipfile, and an Abra named Houdini." Silverleaf paused. "My Abra is very talented at teleporting... however I would hesitate to use him right now except for emergencies. He recently got badly injured and is still recovering."

"Ouch, poor thing. I'm sure he'll get better in no time." Jesse glances at the sky, contemplating. After a moment, they place the thermos in their large backpack and fish out a scarf. Jesse wraps the scarf around the Gallade carefully, then turns to Silverleaf. "We should get going before it gets any worse. All ready?"

Silverleaf nods "All ready, let's go."

Jesse returns his nod and offers a hand up. "The easiest way to the Chasm is to go back up to Lacunosa. I got word that the Marine tube was evacuated and closed. I guess the temperature drop put too much fatigue on the structure."

"It's unfortunate, I hope the marine tube isn't too damaged long term. I'm fine with going through Lacunosa"

"Sounds good. Quick question, do you get motion sick?"

"No?" Silverleaf says this with uncertainty. He doesn't get motion sickness but he worries a bit about whatever plan Jessie has cooked up.

"Great. Wonderful, even. Quote, if you'd please!" Quote nods, grabs onto Jesse and Silverleaf, and starts glowing. After a moment, he flashes bright white! Everything goes dark as they both realize that Quote has teleported them...to inside someone's house.

Jesse's quiet for a long moment, before speaking quietly. "Well... we're in Lacunosa, at least."

"Ah I see. Quote knows teleport then? I'm used to teleporting so no problem for me. Now... who's house are we in?" Silverleaf looks around "Well it's not my parent's house anyway."

"We're in my cousin's house. I crash here when I'm in the area." Jesse gives the front door a good shove to open. "Now's the real problem. I think there's a shortcut to the Chasm nearby?"

"Indeed there is. Kids around here liked to dare each other to go in. I've gone inside, but never far." "I'll lead you to the short cut." Silverleaf starts walking out. He can clearly see why the door needed such a big shove. The snow is 2 feet deep. He's glad to be wearing the snowshoes.

Jesse follows behind him, clearly troubled. Quote manages to walk faster than both of them, but stops occasionally. He seems to guide Jesse as they try deciphering on their phone.

"There's a Z in here. I guess I can just try shifting letters until I get something."

"Ok you focus on deciphering the message. I'll focus on getting us to the shortcut. It'll be a couple of minutes before we get there." Silverleaf pauses. "Actually with all this snow slowing us down it'll take longer than normal."

"Not an issue. You'll wanna stand back, though." Jesse tells him. They look up from their phone and throw a pokeball. With a flourish, a Chandelure spins out of the ball. "Stella, Flamethrower!"

Silverleaf stumbles back "Wha! Wha! Flamethrower on what?"

"The snow!" Jesse explains, as their Chandelure melts a path in front of them.

"I guess that'll make things faster. Are you going to have them using Flamethrower the whole time?"

"Just short bursts, when the snow gets too thick." On cue, the Chandelure stops for a break. She seems more confused than tired.

"Well let's carry on then." "I think I can see the entrance to the short cut in the distance there."

"I think I see it too! Alright, let me know if we need Quote or Stella. I think I have an idea on the text."

"Cool, we'll just go through there, and we should be able to get into the Chasm."

Jesse looks up from their phone and sighs. "Yeah, let's get going. I can't make heads or tails of this right now." They motion their Pokemon closer, just in case they run into any grunts.

"Alright. In we go." Silverleaf says as he goes in to the Chasm.

Jesse follows Silverleaf. Their Chandelure hovers closer as Quote keeps watch. All three of them seem on edge, as if waiting for something to happen.

The snow in the chasm is very deep. 3 feet deep to be exact. The wind was blowing fiercely. It was hard to see because just how white everything was. Silverleaf looked around trying to spot anything other than snow and trees, but he didn't have much luck. It was just white white white white white.

Jesse let out a low whistle. Stella spun around before blasting the snow with Flamethrower. The fire type lit the Chasm in eerie purple hues as she melted a path forward. Jesse walks towards the center, obviously anxious and bothered.

Silverleaf walked alongside Jessie, behind Stella. Swinging his head back and forth looking for any sign of human activity. But if there was any signs it had already been covered by the snow. It was hard to believe that anyone, even Blizz would be hanging around somewhere so inhospitable.

Quote made a sound to Jesse, snapping them back to focus. After staring at each other for a moment, they both sighed. "Nothing. Doesn't seem like anyone's here or has been here. We can look for clues, but there's no people or Pokemon in the Chasm."

"The Pokemon were smart to get out then. We should too if there's isn't anyone here. And I doubt we'll find any clues under all this snow."

Jesse swears under their breath, then follows the melted snow out of the Chasm. They recall Stella into her ball and pull out their phone. "Well, professor. Any other ideas?"

"Uhhh... to be honest this was my best idea. We could also try maybe... high up locations? Closer to the clouds to make them cold or something?"

"Highest place in Unova. Either one of the mountains, Unity tower, or one of the skyscrapers in Castelia. No idea which one, though."

"All of the locations are worth a look. Can Quote teleport us to any of the locations to check? Or is it too far for them?"

[ooc addition: it was about this time that the code from earlier was solved and Blizz's location found. There were several characters in a group chat together, including these 2 and the solved code was posted there]

Jesse looks at their phone in disbelief. Of all the places in Unova, it chose the City sewers. The sewers filled with zu- and woo-bats, sludge, and horrible smells. If Jesse's limit hadn't been broken long, long ago, they'd have just hit it. Hopefully a good night's rest can help fix that. "Castelia, huh." They look at Silverleaf with a tired smile. "Wanna crash at my apartment?"

Silverleaf carefully considers it. "Do you live in Castelia? Because if so, yes. It'll be more efficient to stick close to where our targets are."

"My apartment's in the City. Right next to the station, actually. It shouldn't be a problem to meet up with everyone there."

[ooc addition: the characters in the group chat had decided to meet up the next morning to take on Blizz]

"Alright then, sounds like a plan. But, I really outta go check on my parents first though, if you don't mind. I know they were worried about me when I told them I was going to check the Chasm." "They are in Undella town right now."

Jesse nods. "I get it! Do you want Quote and I to teleport you back to Undella?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

"Of course. We have to watch out for each other, especially when it gets scary." Jesse motions to Quote, who gives a slight bow before grabbing Jesse and Silverleaf. With a brilliant flash, the trio ends up back in the Undella pokemon center.

"Ok I'll be back soon. I'll just run off the find my parents and then I'll be back!" Silverleaf runs off.

Jesse waves and turns to the counter. They being talking the nurse on staff about transporting pokemon.

Sometime later Silverleaf returns. "They're doing ok. I'm glad my dad is doing well, in particular. He taking stuff in stride. He lost his arm in the Neo Plasma attack, y'know."

Besides Jesse stands, what can only be described as, a behemoth of a Gardevoir. He easily towers above everyone else in the Center, eyes wide and cold. The Gardevoir's lower gown is in tatters, full of holes and small tears. Everyone around the two seem unnerved and leave a wide gap around them. Jesse frowns. "Jeez, that's terrible. I'm glad your folks are doing okay though. They need anything?"

Silverleaf is a bit taken aback by the giant Gardevoir, but shakes it off. "My folks are fine but thank you. I'm alright now with going to your apartment."

"Okay. Cadence, if you'd please." Cadence gives Jesse a flat stare. He switches looking at his trainer and Silverleaf several times. He seems unimpressed, or maybe just stubborn. Eventually Jesse frowns at the Gardevoir and holds out their hand. Cadence takes their hand immediately and reluctantly offers his other hand to Silverleaf.

Silverleaf takes the offered hand.

Instantly, the trio are in Jesse's apartment. It's surprisingly clean and organized. Pokemon toys, such as a worn kick toy, a heavy duty chew toy full of teeth marks, and a tall cutting mat. Binders sit closed on their coffee table, next to an ice cold cup. Before anyone can move, something from the bedroom starts yelping. In a flash, a tiny Zorua darts out and headbutts into Jesse's leg. They coo and pick him up. "Teeny Tangeriney! I thought I put you in your ball." Jesse laughs. They turn to Silverleaf. "Sorry, sorry. He's just excited. Do you want anything to eat or drink? Or do you just wanna crash on the couch?"

"I think I'll just crash on the couch. It's been a long day."

"Yeah, I feel that." Jesse hands Tangerine over to Cadence, who begins carefully petting the Zorua. They disappear into their bedroom and come out with several pillows and blankets. "Alright, should keep you warm for the night. I'll let you get comfortable. Let me know if you need anything or something happens. Night!" They herd their Pokemon into the bedroom and close the door.

"Good night" Silverleaf says.

The End.

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Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?

And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.

Bee Movie Script

According to all known laws

of aviation,

there is no way a bee

should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get

its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees don't care

what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow!

Let's shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Ooming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

- Barry?

- Adam?

- Oan you believe this is happening?

- I can't. I'll pick you up.

Looking sharp.

Use the stairs. Your father

paid good money for those.

Sorry. I'm excited.

Here's the graduate.

We're very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B's.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

- You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That's me!

- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

- Bye!

Barry, I told you,

stop flying in the house!

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I'd make it.

Three days grade school,

three days high school.

Those were awkward.

Three days college. I'm glad I took

a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.

- Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

- Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

- You going to the funeral?

- No, I'm not going.

Everybody knows,

sting someone, you die.

Don't waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

I guess he could have

just gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporating

an amusement park into our day.

That's why we don't need vacations.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp...

under the circumstances.

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are!

- Bee-men.

- Amen!

Hallelujah!

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

Welcome, New Hive Oity

graduating class of...

...9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins your career

at Honex Industries!

Will we pick ourjob today?

I heard it's just orientation.

Heads up! Here we go.

Keep your hands and antennas

inside the tram at all times.

- Wonder what it'll be like?

- A little scary.

Welcome to Honex,

a division of Honesco

and a part of the Hexagon Group.

This is it!

Wow.

We know that you, as a bee,

have worked your whole life

to get to the point where you

can work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen

Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

Our top-secret formula

is automatically color-corrected,

scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

into this soothing sweet syrup

with its distinctive

golden glow you know as...

Honey!

- That girl was hot.

- She's my cousin!

- She is?

- Yes, we're all cousins.

- Right. You're right.

- At Honex, we constantly strive

to improve every aspect

of bee existence.

These bees are stress-testing

a new helmet technology.

- What do you think he makes?

- Not enough.

Here we have our latest advancement,

the Krelman.

- What does that do?

- Oatches that little strand of honey

that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

Of course. Most bee jobs are

small ones. But bees know

that every small job,

if it's done well, means a lot.

But choose carefully

because you'll stay in the job

you pick for the rest of your life.

The same job the rest of your life?

I didn't know that.

What's the difference?

You'll be happy to know that bees,

as a species, haven't had one day off

in 27 million years.

So you'll just work us to death?

We'll sure try.

Wow! That blew my mind!

"What's the difference?"

How can you say that?

One job forever?

That's an insane choice to have to make.

I'm relieved. Now we only have

to make one decision in life.

But, Adam, how could they

never have told us that?

Why would you question anything?

We're bees.

We're the most perfectly

functioning society on Earth.

You ever think maybe things

work a little too well here?

Like what? Give me one example.

I don't know. But you know

what I'm talking about.

Please clear the gate.

Royal Nectar Force on approach.

Wait a second. Oheck it out.

- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!

- Wow.

I've never seen them this close.

They know what it's like

outside the hive.

Yeah, but some don't come back.

- Hey, Jocks!

- Hi, Jocks!

You guys did great!

You're monsters!

You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!

- I wonder where they were.

- I don't know.

Their day's not planned.

Outside the hive, flying who knows

where, doing who knows what.

You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen

Jock. You have to be bred for that.

Right.

Look. That's more pollen

than you and I will see in a lifetime.

It's just a status symbol.

Bees make too much of it.

Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it

and the ladies see you wearing it.

Those ladies?

Aren't they our cousins too?

Distant. Distant.

Look at these two.

- Oouple of Hive Harrys.

- Let's have fun with them.

It must be dangerous

being a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a bear pinned me

against a mushroom!

He had a paw on my throat,

and with the other, he was slapping me!

- Oh, my!

- I never thought I'd knock him out.

What were you doing during this?

Trying to alert the authorities.

I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today,

wasn't it, comrades?

Yeah. Gusty.

We're hitting a sunflower patch

six miles from here tomorrow.

- Six miles, huh?

- Barry!

A puddle jump for us,

but maybe you're not up for it.

- Maybe I am.

- You are not!

We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

What do you think, buzzy-boy?

Are you bee enough?

I might be. It all depends

on what 0900 means.

Hey, Honex!

Dad, you surprised me.

You decide what you're interested in?

- Well, there's a lot of choices.

- But you only get one.

Do you ever get bored

doing the same job every day?

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you just

move it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm.

It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad,

the more I think about it,

maybe the honey field

just isn't right for me.

You were thinking of what,

making balloon animals?

That's a bad job

for a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not sure

he wants to go into honey!

- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

- I'm not trying to be funny.

You're not funny! You're going

into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

- You're gonna be a stirrer?

- No one's listening to me!

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.

Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Get

a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

- We're starting work today!

- Today's the day.

Oome on! All the good jobs

will be gone.

Yeah, right.

Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,

stirrer, front desk, hair removal...

- Is it still available?

- Hang on. Two left!

One of them's yours! Oongratulations!

Step to the side.

- What'd you get?

- Picking crud out. Stellar!

Wow!

Oouple of newbies?

Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!

Make your choice.

- You want to go first?

- No, you go.

Oh, my. What's available?

Restroom attendant's open,

not for the reason you think.

- Any chance of getting the Krelman?

- Sure, you're on.

I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

Wax monkey's always open.

The Krelman opened up again.

What happened?

A bee died. Makes an opening. See?

He's dead. Another dead one.

Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

Dead from the neck up.

Dead from the neck down. That's life!

Oh, this is so hard!

Heating, cooling,

stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

humming, inspector number seven,

lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

mite wrangler. Barry, what

do you think I should... Barry?

Barry!

All right, we've got the sunflower patch

in quadrant nine...

What happened to you?

Where are you?

- I'm going out.

- Out? Out where?

- Out there.

- Oh, no!

I have to, before I go

to work for the rest of my life.

You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?

Another call coming in.

If anyone's feeling brave,

there's a Korean deli on 83rd

that gets their roses today.

Hey, guys.

- Look at that.

- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?

Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.

Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

Sign here, here. Just initial that.

- Thank you.

- OK.

You got a rain advisory today,

and as you all know,

bees cannot fly in rain.

So be careful. As always,

watch your brooms,

hockey sticks, dogs,

birds, bears and bats.

Also, I got a couple of reports

of root beer being poured on us.

Murphy's in a home because of it,

babbling like a cicada!

- That's awful.

- And a reminder for you rookies,

bee law number one,

absolutely no talking to humans!

All right, launch positions!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Black and yellow!

Hello!

You ready for this, hot shot?

Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

Wind, check.

- Antennae, check.

- Nectar pack, check.

- Wings, check.

- Stinger, check.

Scared out of my shorts, check.

OK, ladies,

let's move it out!

Pound those petunias,

you striped stem-suckers!

All of you, drain those flowers!

Wow! I'm out!

I can't believe I'm out!

So blue.

I feel so fast and free!

Box kite!

Wow!

Flowers!

This is Blue Leader.

We have roses visual.

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

Roses!

30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

Stand to the side, kid.

It's got a bit of a kick.

That is one nectar collector!

- Ever see pollination up close?

- No, sir.

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it

over here. Maybe a dash over there,

a pinch on that one.

See that? It's a little bit of magic.

That's amazing. Why do we do that?

That's pollen power. More pollen, more

flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Oool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.

Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

Oopy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowers

seems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reporting

a moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Ohemical-y.

Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Oandy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

- Guys!

- This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

You are way out of position, rookie!

Ooming in at you like a missile!

Help me!

I don't think these are flowers.

- Should we tell him?

- I think he knows.

What is this?!

Match point!

You can start packing up, honey,

because you're about to eat it!

Yowser!

Gross.

There's a bee in the car!

- Do something!

- I'm driving!

- Hi, bee.

- He's back here!

He's going to sting me!

Nobody move. If you don't move,

he won't sting you. Freeze!

He blinked!

Spray him, Granny!

What are you doing?!

Wow... the tension level

out here is unbelievable.

I gotta get home.

Oan't fly in rain.

I’m throwing you for this

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sympatheticvibrationsfic · 3 months

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Harp 101

It's a cliché at this point, but strings (especially the violins) are typically described as the main meal of the orchestra while everybody else is "seasoning" the further back you go on the stage. To be fair, it's not an inaccurate way to describe what each section usually contributes to the orchestra.

But whereas some sections (i.e. trumpets / trombones / tubas) have fewer classical pieces to work with because their instruments were developed last, the harp is an ancient instrument. So why hasn't it been incorporated into a ton of western classical music?

For one, the harp is pretty easy to drown out within an orchestra. This is especially true of pieces composed from the 1900s onwards, as those often put the loudest instruments at the forefront. (You could also say this is why the recorder hasn't found a place in the modern orchestra and why it's now been relegated to a childhood novelty and a laughing stock, despite being so prominent in the medieval period... Is it obvious how bitter I am about the recorder's status these days? LOL)

For another, the concert harp as it looks now is cumbersome and inconvenient. It weighs from 70 to 90 pounds, needs to be pushed around on a trolley, and takes up so much space. And the mere anxiety of lugging it around, knowing how some are made with 23-karat gold and cost upwards of 50,000 USD... That alone makes potential students (or, more accurately, their parents) want to avoid the instrument.

Long story short: The harp is one of the least popular instruments in the orchestra. But it's not hated. Certainly, I think most people can agree that it sounds beautiful (the typical go-to adjective is "heavenly"; in fact, I googled out of curiosity and realized there are 11.2 million results for "heavenly harp").

But its rarity means that available compositions are pretty limited. Some composers were capable of writing very well for the harp (like those two frenemies Debussy and Ravel), but there weren't a ton of them. As a result, harpists tend to play transcriptions (covers, basically) of pieces made for other instruments.

On the other hand, the harp has a rich repertoire within the realm of folk music! But before we look into that, let me just describe the most common harp types real quick.

LAP HARP (a.k.a. HARPSICLE)

Some of the smallest and cheapest harps you can find, and usually what parents first buy their kids (though some teachers don't recommend them). A lap harp is around 5lbs and has 26 strings with a 3.5-octave range. They're very convenient but do require some skill in transcription because of their limited range.

LEVER HARP (a.k.a. CELTIC HARP)

With around 36 strings and a span of nearly five octaves, the lever harp is what teachers would typically recommend as a foundation for students. They can be played sitting down or standing up, and their design hearkens back to harps used in the ancient Celtic nations (present-day Ireland, Scotland, and Wales). Above the strings are levers, which raise the pitch of each string by a semitone. They enable the harpist to play sharps and flats. Despite being the preferred "starting point" for budding harpists, lever harps aren't a mere training tool. They are the most widely used harp type among folk musicians.

PEDAL HARP (a.k.a. CONCERT HARP)

The largest of the family, weighing around 70-90lbs with 47 strings and a range of 6.5 octaves. These are the harps used in classical music. In place of levers, which you have to adjust for every string, this harp has seven pedals (one for each pitch class: C, D, E, F, G, A, B) across all the octaves. This requires a somewhat different type of training, as the feet are now incorporated into the way the instrument is played.

Not all harpists own each harp. Especially not the pedal harp, which is sometimes worth more than the apartments where pro harpists actually live. But if you can play one, you can play all of them (with some degree of awkwardness at the start, of course).

Earlier, I mentioned the usage of harp in folk music. So, before we wrap this up, let me talk a bit about the mariachi harp.

You can see that it looks very similar to a lever harp. They have roughly the same number of strings, can be played in the same positions, and use levers. But one of the most striking differences is how the strings on the mariachi harp are much closer together. This design accommodates the mariachi style of playing, which traditionally uses the fingernails rather than the fingertips and is often lightning-fast.

This harp plays a prominent role in Mexican folk music, especially among bands from Veracruz. Here is the ensemble Tlen Huicani in concert:

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So, you know, even if it's considered "seasoning" in a classical orchestra, it can be the main course elsewhere!

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Accessibility Tips Every Company Should Implement for The Visually Impaired

Let me ask you a simple question: The products and services you provide, are they accessible to all? In today's digital world, brands need to make sure that everyone, including the visually impaired, can access their products and services.

Fortunately, there are effective ways to make products, services and facilities accessible to visually impaired individuals.

In this blog, we'll explore some accessibility tips and how braille transcription every company should implement to make the world a more inclusive place for the visually impaired.

1. Prioritize Website Accessibility

The company's website is often the first point of contact for customers. Ensuring that your website is accessible to all is now only a legal requirement but also a good business practice.

Here are some key tips to consider to enhance your website accessibility-

Use descriptive alt text for images, making it easier for screen readers to convey information to visually impaired users.

Make sure that your website is navigable using a keyboard alone, without requiring a mouse.

Implement clear and consistent headings and labels to improve screen reader navigation.

Provide an option to adjust text size and contrast, allowing users to customize their experience.

2. Create Accessible Documents and Content

Many companies regularly post content, documents and presentations. It's important to ensure that these materials are accessible to visually impaired individuals, too. Here's how you can ensure that-

Implement and incorporate accessibility features like audio descriptions for any type of content that is there on your website or your braille transcription for catalogues brochures.

Also, use accessible documents like PDFs with built-in-text recognition and proper formatting.

Include text descriptions and alt text for images and graphics used in documents and presentations.

3. Make Physical Spaces Available

Creating an accessible environment(workspace) is equally important for companies to incorporate in their office space. Here is how you can do so-

Install tactile markers like braille signage and detectable warning surfaces to help visually impaired individuals navigate your premises.

Ensure that entrances and exits are wheelchair accessible and free from obstacles.

Train staff to provide assistance when needed, such as guiding customers with visual impairments through your facility.

4. Seek feedback from visually impaired customers.

One of the best ways to improve accessibility is by directly involving visually impaired individuals in the process.

Ask them for their feedback and suggestions, as they are the experts on their own needs. This can lead to valuable insights that help you make meaningful improvements.

5. Foster an Inclusive Workplace

Companies should also prioritize accessibility within their own workforce. This not only benefits employees but also creates a positive company culture. Here's how to do it:

Offer assistive technology and software for visually impaired employees.

Provide accessible training materials and resources.

Final Thoughts

Accessibility for visually impaired individuals should be a top priority for every company. By following these tips, you can create a more inclusive and welcoming workplace for all individuals, regardless of their level of vision.

Making accessibility a core part of your company's values not only benefits visually impaired customers and employees but also strengthens your brand and fosters a more inclusive society as a whole.

Elevate your company's accessibility with Braille transcription services. Implement essential tips for the visually impaired today. To know more about braille services, visit Braille Music and More!

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8/2/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

2nd Kings 20 - 21

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. Today's the second day of August. Welcome back, everybody. So glad that you're here. We've turned the page in our story and in the word of God, and we're going to read and allow this space for God to speak to our hearts. We are now switching back over to Second Kings, reading chapters 20 and 21. And this week we're reading in the Christian Standard Bible, Second Kings, chapter 20.

Commentary

Father, we thank you for your word today, and it's amazing to see these people, these kings, and pass on from generation to generation, to see who did evil in the Lord's sight, and who did good in the Lord's sight. And how this is recorded? Because it matters. How we live our lives, the choices that we make to influence people matters, and I pray that We would all do the necessary inventory of our hearts.To see what Needs to be changed. What evil and pride and foolishness do we need to let go of? And surrender our hearts and lives to you. So that you can make something good from something that was not. As we turn our hearts to repentance, to you to go in the opposite direction Of where we have been walking. Thank you for that freedom. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.

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Community Prayer Line

Hello. This is daughter of this silversmith and I want to pray for his faithful one and her family. Lord Jesus, I pray he'll raise her up to be able to handle anything that her husband has to go through to bring him back To your heart, Father. I pray that he will start to look to you for what he needs to do and praying to you to adjust what's going on in their family, and that he will trust in you. Lord, I pray that she will praise you more and more, Father, because you inhabit your children's praises. Just watch.They're from and just put up a hedge of protection around her and her own while her husband goes through this and she can just keep praising you.In Jesus name. Amen.

I want to pray for under construction. I know you say that you prayed for an Angel and you got a devil. I have a friend going through the exact same thing. She married A man that was a Christian and now he's not as much as he was. Lord Jesus, I pray you come beside under construction, Father. Put up a hedge of protection around her. Bless her and watch over her, Father. She has to come under you, Father. And I know that she wants to be under you. Under her husband and him under Jesus and Jesus, under God, as is supposed to be father. I know some of the struggles she's going through right now because I went through it myself. Please bless her and watch over her. Send her a group of women to be her spiritual leaders right now, in the moment you did that For me, when I need it most, just a good place that she can run and hide under your wings. While he did with him in Jesus name

Hey DABC Family, this is under construction. So A few months ago.And me and my other half got kicked out of where we were staying for no reason at all. And now you know, since we just had the rug completely pulled out from under us and we weren't ready for it, things are getting really bad financially. And so I am looking for a nights and weekend job on top of my full time job and going to school full time. And so if you guys please could just pray that you know God puts me into The right position. You know, I'm totally fine with, you know, bringing on the other job. I I don't have any kids, I don't have any other responsibilities. And so, you know, it's actually not a huge bad thing per se to do it. I would definitely love to be able to have, you know, the extra income and get things paid off. And So if you guys please could just keep me in your prayers like I said that just God will, you know, guide me to the right place. He has done so amazing already with where I'm at. And You know, I just, I I really need prayers. We really need help financially. And so I I thank you everyone, for all of your prayers that you do for me and for my other half and. You know, this is just it's crazy, but thank you. Um.I hope you all have a blessed

Good morning DABC, This is Tonya calling from Suffolk. Today is Thursday, July 26. I wanted to lift up, lift up the DABbers and just a general prayer Overall. Heavenly Father, I want to thank you, Lord God for this day. Lord God that you have prepared for us to see. Father. Lord God, I just want to thank you, Father.Of being the almighty God that you are. I wanna thank you for being the comforter Father. I wanna thank you for being that provider. I wanna thank you for being that deliverer and that protector. Oh heavenly Father Dear Lord you know we all standing in need of father. I'm asking Lord God that you just intervene filed on our behalf. Father I bad.Any demonic enemy, depression, anxiety, anything Father does not of you. I cast it out right now in the mighty name of Jesus and Father as we go day-to-day. Lord God, throughout our journey, Father Dillo, allow us to be a light to others. Lord God, I'm asking Father to just give us more of you.Wild and less of us. Look, Lord, allow us to do your work. Lord God, that you would get the glory out on every decision, out of every move, father out of every member, every thought. Lord God that we can encounter. And Lord God, I just want to thank you right now in the mighty name of Jesus, Lord God. I know Father, that there are times that Lord God and things just.I feel like there is no way out lower. But we know Lord God there is a way out. You are the way out. You are the way Lord God the truth and the life and no God we're going to continue to stand on Lord God just trust you Lord God in the midst of it all Lord and no father that you are the God of God, the Lord of God. Lord God. You are sovereign father and that's Lord God.Jesus trust you right now and just stand on that in the mighty name of Jesus. And that's my prayer Lord God to you Father. And I just trust and believe Lord on the sound of my voice Father that everyone that's listening, the wound that's not listening, Father that they have effects from his way in Jesus name. Amen.

Hello DAB Chronological. This is BB from the Northeast. I like to thank God for this DAB platform and all of you who call in.For prayer and all those who pray for those in need of prayer.I calling today.Asking for prayer for my wife, who was struggling with generational curses of holding on to the past, hurts and.The lack of forgiveness for those who have hurt her.Her inability to forgive as God has forgave us is becoming a noticeable weight in her life that is starting to cause health issues I believe.I pray that you will join me in your prayer time and call upon as you call upon your Heavenly Father.I pray that you'll pray with me to fight those demonic forces that are keeping my wife, Susan.And many others from the yoke of Christ.I look forward.To see how God uses the combined prayers of D ABC to defeat the forces of darkness. So my wife, so my wife can be set free to enjoy renewed life.Under the cleansing blood of Christ.Thank you to ABC.Thank you again for this platform.God is awesome.Thank you. Bye.

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Cavern Chronology Log: 4

[Good afternoon everyone, I wish to extend an invitation to you all to welcome our newest member. They will be starting immediately. V they will be under your direct order. As of now they have been given the temporary calling card of Epsilon. So please be courteous and understanding during this adjustment period. Epsilon, on behalf of the group, welcome. -T]

***

[You have been added to Team V]

Sent at: 08:27AM 1/1/19

[V] Hey there! Welcome to the crew!

Sent at: 08:28AM 1/1/19

[Rico] Ahoy matey! Are ye ready tah set sail?

Sent at: 08:28AM 1/1/19

[V] Rico, please be a little more professional…at least around the newbie.

Sent at 08:28AM: 1/1/19

[Rico] Oh come on V! I thought you said we didn’t have to be all stuffy here.

Sent at: 08:29AM 1/1/19

[V] Normally yeah, but this is kind of a special circumstance.

Sent at: 08:29AM 1/1/19

[Rico] Fiiine.

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[X] My my V, it seems we woke up on the killjoy side of the bed didn’t we? =P

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[D] Shut up X, the last person we need to be lectured by is you.

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[X] You wound me D! Such a scathing remark…not! XD

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[Rico] Oh hey D, did you get that file I sent?

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[V] Guys

Sent at: 08:31AM 1/1/19

[D] Fuck off X, and not yet Rico. Did you attatch it right?

Sent at: 08:31AM 1/1/19

[X] Attach*

Sent at: 08:31AM 1/1/19

[V] GUYS!

Sent at: 08:32AM 1/1/19

[D] Kiss my ass X I am not in any fucking mood for you today!

Sent at: 08:32AM 1/1/19

[Rico] D you gotta chill sometimes, X is just messin around.

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[X] Thank you Rico! (:

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[D] I’ll chill when they stop being such a gigantic pain up my ass

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[V] GUYS!

[D has been silenced]

[X has been silenced]

[Rico has been silenced]

[D has disconnected]

[K has connected]

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[K] Hi.

[K has disconnected]

Sent at: 08:37AM 1/1/19

[V] I am so so so sorry about them.

Sent at: 08:39AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] That’s okay…I just figured out how to turn my monitor on.

Sent at: 08:39AM 1/1/19

[V] Ha ha, I promise they aren’t always like that! Well…that’s a lie…but they are usually not that fast to blow up.

Sent at: 08:40AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Rico seems fun. What is up with X and D?

Sent at: 08:40AM 1/1/19

[V] Two wildly different personalities…also siblings.

Sent at: 08:40AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Makes sense…

Sent at: 08:41AM 1/1/19

[V] I reeeeeally hope this doesn’t make you think twice about this.

Sent at: 08:42AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] It seems like you all are pretty comfortable being yourselves, I like that.

Sent at: 08:42AM 1/1/19

[V] We are! Don’t let the dress code fool you, we aren’t all just sticks in the mud. Now once again I am soooo sorry about that. Do you have any questions?

Sent at: 08:45AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Not at the moment, I’m still working on training but I’ll let you know if I do.

Sent at: 08:50AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Actually, I guess I do have one. Like I kind of get it, but, what exactly do we do here?

Sent at: 08:50AM 1/1/19

[V] Come to my office and we can discuss that.

Sent at: 08:51AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Can’t we just discuss it here? Sorry if that is out of line.

Sent at: 08:51AM 1/1/19

[V] No worries! It would just take too much time and effort to discuss digitally is all. Plus, then I can take you on a more in depth tour of the facility!

Sent at: 08:52AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Oh okay! Yeah, sure, let me just get some stuff organized and I can head your way.

Sent at: 09:00AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Uh…where is your office again? Sorry this place is crazy big.

Sent at: 09:01AM 1/1/19

[V] Ha ha, I’m the last room in the Gamma wing. Actually just stay put and I’ll just come and get you.

Sent at: 09:01AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Okay! See you in a few!

Sent at: 09:02AM 1/1/19

[V] Yep!

[Big score, big score! I’m sorry if this is not the most professional email but we’ve reached a milestone! We’ve managed to get some of the older stuff reworked! Expect a couple transcripts expanding on some older material until we can get some of the new stuff worked out. Also, I hope it is alright but I did make the executive decision to keep Rico on description duty. He’s been having a rough time lately and it helps him. Anyway, sorry to ramble on! -V]

Description: Transcription segment of larger video recordings recovered from Site 3. Analysis of the subjects show connections to a now defunct web series. Subjects presumed to be said host of the series; who will be referred to in text as Clyde. This is a collection of smaller segments that have been spliced together in what is assumed to be a coherent and chronologically accurate order. A majority of these segments take place in what is assumed to be the residence of Clyde.

Video and audio were captured on a mid-range handheld camcorder. Said device was recovered from Site 3. The device was found in a battered but functional state. Time of recording will be provided as needed to establish a timeline.

Date: 8-07-02 Time: 3:03pm

This was just after the group was debating about doing that belly crawl. Turns out Clyde was all for it and so he took the camcorder down into the tight tube with him. As he’s making his way through he is muttering a lot about something or other. Sadly the quietness of his voice along with the echo of the tight quarters causes his words to be unintelligible. Given his facial expression and the rapidity of the words being said we’ve guessed it was most likely some complaining.

The stone tunnel he is crawling through is composed of a majority of sandstone with the occasional pockets of granite or basalt. Given the weathering of the tube it can be assumed it was at one point a lava flow tube but was worn away by groundwater flow. The walls are smooth with a wavy kind of texture running horizontally down. The dimensions of it barely accommodate the width of his shoulders and his back is about several centimeters away from touching.

He keeps switching the view from looking dead on at him to looking towards the other side. The other end is pitch black until the light of his headlamp is able to break through it.

Just as he switches the view back to the other end, the same pinpricks of light from the water are seen moving up and to the left of the opening. Clyde freezes.

Clyde: What the hell?

Clyde: Man, I must be tired, I’m seein’ shit.

[There is a low guttural clicking sound that Clyde doesn’t appear to notice as he continues to press forward. He switches back to looking at himself as once more the light spots move away from his right shoulder and the recording is unstable after that point]

Date: 08-07-02 Time: 3:15pm

Clyde has made it through to the other side. He stands now in a large circular room of stone. Lumpy rock formations from years and years of dripping and movement make this space feel much smaller than it really is. Along with these rocks are brilliantly shining clear crystals, most likely quartz or quartz adjacent.

Clyde: Holy shit…this is beautiful.

[He pans the camera around the light of his headlamp causing the crystals to shimmer like a fresh winter snow.]

Clyde: I have to be the first person to see this, Troglodytes we are seeing some shit that ain’t never been seen before.

[His voice holds a childlike enthusiasm as he carefully steps around the fragile looking growths and finds one the size of his forearm. Inside the gem are silver and gold inclusions arranged in a fibrous mesh. Reaching out he grabs ahold of the gem but pauses.]

Clyde: Nah, I can barely fit through that narrow space on my own. Troglodytes, we are going to practice a little thing called “leave no trace”. If I was to take this crystal for myself then someone else might get that idea and soon there would be nothing left for anyone. We’re going to take only memories with us.

[Letting go it can be seen that the inclusions had moved towards his hand but stopped just before penetrating the surface. Clyde is unaware of this as he continues to move around where he can.]

Clyde: Troggies, I’m going to start saying that as the full thing is too much right now, this has to be one of the best finds I’ve ever had, I mean look at all of th-

[His light had fallen on a far wall. In that light was a thin and pale humanoid shaped figure. The video footage begins to distort and show signs of damage and corruption. Despite this, further investigation shows that Clyde is unaware of the creature and is instead looking at crude drawings on the wall. No more data can be recovered from this small section.]

Date:08-07-02 Time: ???

Okay so, referring back to the first transcript, there is that figure that is just out of focus. Well, I think I’ll let the transcript speak for itself.

Clyde: -and I said, look man you’re free to have your opinion but Silver and Gold are trash.

[The group laughs before a low moan stops them]

Clyde: Yo, [A] knock it off man we’ve done that bit already.

[Clyde swings the camera around and both A and B are looking at each other]

A: Uh dude, that wasn’t me.

B: Yeah no man, he’s innocent.

[The moan is heard again with a sharp trill towards the end]

Clyde: Hey, where’s [C]?

B: He’s right-

[B turns around and makes a move as to gesture but the target is gone]

A: Yo, [C] quit fuckin’ around!

[A stone rolls from somewhere in the darkness to the center of the men]

Clyde: [C] my dude, knock it off, we’ve done this bit already.

C: What the hell are you guys going on about?

[The view snaps to the opposite direction of the noise and C is standing there with a confused expression]

A: Where the hell were ya?

C: Takin a leak, what are you my mom? Also you all look spooked, this scawy cave getting to ya?

[C starts to laugh. His laugh returns at equal volume and he stops laughing, turning pale]

[The four men are all looking at each other as the laughter grows in volume before suddenly stopping]

?: H…H…H…H

C: What the fu-

Clyde: Shhhh!

[Clyde holds a finger to his lips and the motions to a large rock, which they quickly and quietly all get behind]

?: Heh…HeH…hEH…hEh

[Not much can be seen as Clyde is keeping the camcorder close to his chest. There is the sound of movement deeper into the cave. Best described as wet, heavy, and unsteady]

?:Hel…hEL…hel…HeL…

[The men huddle closer as the sound of movement grows louder and louder. One of the men covers his nose and mouth and silently gags. Clyde is huddled into a fetal position with his eyes firmly shut. Then the noise all together vanishes. Looking back and forth they sheepishly all nod and Clyde slowly moves the camera around the side of the rock.]

[There is nothing on the other side of the rock.]

[Then softly like a whisper to the right of the microphone]

?: Help…HElp…heLp…HELP

[The camera quickly moves back around and for a brief moment the entire shot is taken up by a face best described as a distorted mess of human and insect. The data at this point is beyond recovery.]

Date: 08-07-02 Time: 5:17pm

The camcorder is pointed down at the ground before being lifted up. Clyde dusts off the lens and stares into it for a few seconds before turning his head to the left. For the first few moments the microphone is unable to pick up any sound but it soon crackles back in.

Clyde: Dude I don’t know, I just found it on the ground. This caving must be getting to us and maybe we just all passed out? I can tell ya one thing my head is pounding. Let’s head just a liiiitle deeper and turn back.

C: Sure thing man, you sure you’re good to walk? You’re bleeding kinda bad from your knee.

A: Oh quit babying him, although that black eye is pretty gnarly dude.

Clyde: Must’ve hit my head or something, c’mon!

Date: 08-07-02 Time: 6:17pm

Clyde is hurriedly copying down the shape of the door onto a sketch book while the other men are off wandering the perimeter.

Clyde: Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit. I knew I wasn’t crazy!

[Defensive measures are engaged at this point as the chamber is flooded with a bright white light. We must have missed the book as we flushed out what we thought was just some wildlife.]

[End of recovered data]

[Come see me at your earliest convenience V. -T]

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18racoons-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 year

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Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.

Bee Movie Script

According to all known laws

of aviation,

there is no way a bee

should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get

its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees don't care

what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow!

Let's shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Ooming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

- Barry?

- Adam?

- Oan you believe this is happening?

- I can't. I'll pick you up.

Looking sharp.

Use the stairs. Your father

paid good money for those.

Sorry. I'm excited.

Here's the graduate.

We're very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B's.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

- You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That's me!

- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

- Bye!

Barry, I told you,

stop flying in the house!

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I'd make it.

Three days grade school,

three days high school.

Those were awkward.

Three days college. I'm glad I took

a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.

- Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

- Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

- You going to the funeral?

- No, I'm not going.

Everybody knows,

sting someone, you die.

Don't waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

I guess he could have

just gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporating

an amusement park into our day.

That's why we don't need vacations.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp...

under the circumstances.

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are!

- Bee-men.

- Amen!

Hallelujah!

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

Welcome, New Hive Oity

graduating class of...

...9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins your career

at Honex Industries!

Will we pick ourjob today?

I heard it's just orientation.

Heads up! Here we go.

Keep your hands and antennas

inside the tram at all times.

- Wonder what it'll be like?

- A little scary.

Welcome to Honex,

a division of Honesco

and a part of the Hexagon Group.

This is it!

Wow.

We know that you, as a bee,

have worked your whole life

to get to the point where you

can work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen

Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

Our top-secret formula

is automatically color-corrected,

scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

into this soothing sweet syrup

with its distinctive

golden glow you know as...

Honey!

- That girl was hot.

- She's my cousin!

- She is?

- Yes, we're all cousins.

- Right. You're right.

- At Honex, we constantly strive

to improve every aspect

of bee existence.

These bees are stress-testing

a new helmet technology.

- What do you think he makes?

- Not enough.

Here we have our latest advancement,

the Krelman.

- What does that do?

- Oatches that little strand of honey

that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

Of course. Most bee jobs are

small ones. But bees know

that every small job,

if it's done well, means a lot.

But choose carefully

because you'll stay in the job

you pick for the rest of your life.

The same job the rest of your life?

I didn't know that.

What's the difference?

You'll be happy to know that bees,

as a species, haven't had one day off

in 27 million years.

So you'll just work us to death?

We'll sure try.

Wow! That blew my mind!

"What's the difference?"

How can you say that?

One job forever?

That's an insane choice to have to make.

I'm relieved. Now we only have

to make one decision in life.

But, Adam, how could they

never have told us that?

Why would you question anything?

We're bees.

We're the most perfectly

functioning society on Earth.

You ever think maybe things

work a little too well here?

Like what? Give me one example.

I don't know. But you know

what I'm talking about.

Please clear the gate.

Royal Nectar Force on approach.

Wait a second. Oheck it out.

- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!

- Wow.

I've never seen them this close.

They know what it's like

outside the hive.

Yeah, but some don't come back.

- Hey, Jocks!

- Hi, Jocks!

You guys did great!

You're monsters!

You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!

- I wonder where they were.

- I don't know.

Their day's not planned.

Outside the hive, flying who knows

where, doing who knows what.

You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen

Jock. You have to be bred for that.

Right.

Look. That's more pollen

than you and I will see in a lifetime.

It's just a status symbol.

Bees make too much of it.

Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it

and the ladies see you wearing it.

Those ladies?

Aren't they our cousins too?

Distant. Distant.

Look at these two.

- Oouple of Hive Harrys.

- Let's have fun with them.

It must be dangerous

being a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a bear pinned me

against a mushroom!

He had a paw on my throat,

and with the other, he was slapping me!

- Oh, my!

- I never thought I'd knock him out.

What were you doing during this?

Trying to alert the authorities.

I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today,

wasn't it, comrades?

Yeah. Gusty.

We're hitting a sunflower patch

six miles from here tomorrow.

- Six miles, huh?

- Barry!

A puddle jump for us,

but maybe you're not up for it.

- Maybe I am.

- You are not!

We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

What do you think, buzzy-boy?

Are you bee enough?

I might be. It all depends

on what 0900 means.

Hey, Honex!

Dad, you surprised me.

You decide what you're interested in?

- Well, there's a lot of choices.

- But you only get one.

Do you ever get bored

doing the same job every day?

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you just

move it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm.

It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad,

the more I think about it,

maybe the honey field

just isn't right for me.

You were thinking of what,

making balloon animals?

That's a bad job

for a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not sure

he wants to go into honey!

- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

- I'm not trying to be funny.

You're not funny! You're going

into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

- You're gonna be a stirrer?

- No one's listening to me!

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.

Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Get

a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

- We're starting work today!

- Today's the day.

Oome on! All the good jobs

will be gone.

Yeah, right.

Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,

stirrer, front desk, hair removal...

- Is it still available?

- Hang on. Two left!

One of them's yours! Oongratulations!

Step to the side.

- What'd you get?

- Picking crud out. Stellar!

Wow!

Oouple of newbies?

Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!

Make your choice.

- You want to go first?

- No, you go.

Oh, my. What's available?

Restroom attendant's open,

not for the reason you think.

- Any chance of getting the Krelman?

- Sure, you're on.

I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

Wax monkey's always open.

The Krelman opened up again.

What happened?

A bee died. Makes an opening. See?

He's dead. Another dead one.

Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

Dead from the neck up.

Dead from the neck down. That's life!

Oh, this is so hard!

Heating, cooling,

stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

humming, inspector number seven,

lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

mite wrangler. Barry, what

do you think I should... Barry?

Barry!

All right, we've got the sunflower patch

in quadrant nine...

What happened to you?

Where are you?

- I'm going out.

- Out? Out where?

- Out there.

- Oh, no!

I have to, before I go

to work for the rest of my life.

You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?

Another call coming in.

If anyone's feeling brave,

there's a Korean deli on 83rd

that gets their roses today.

Hey, guys.

- Look at that.

- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?

Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.

Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

Sign here, here. Just initial that.

- Thank you.

- OK.

You got a rain advisory today,

and as you all know,

bees cannot fly in rain.

So be careful. As always,

watch your brooms,

hockey sticks, dogs,

birds, bears and bats.

Also, I got a couple of reports

of root beer being poured on us.

Murphy's in a home because of it,

babbling like a cicada!

- That's awful.

- And a reminder for you rookies,

bee law number one,

absolutely no talking to humans!

All right, launch positions!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Black and yellow!

Hello!

You ready for this, hot shot?

Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

Wind, check.

- Antennae, check.

- Nectar pack, check.

- Wings, check.

- Stinger, check.

Scared out of my shorts, check.

OK, ladies,

let's move it out!

Pound those petunias,

you striped stem-suckers!

All of you, drain those flowers!

Wow! I'm out!

I can't believe I'm out!

So blue.

I feel so fast and free!

Box kite!

Wow!

Flowers!

This is Blue Leader.

We have roses visual.

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

Roses!

30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

Stand to the side, kid.

It's got a bit of a kick.

That is one nectar collector!

- Ever see pollination up close?

- No, sir.

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it

over here. Maybe a dash over there,

a pinch on that one.

See that? It's a little bit of magic.

That's amazing. Why do we do that?

That's pollen power. More pollen, more

flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Oool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.

Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

Oopy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowers

seems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reporting

a moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Ohemical-y.

Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Oandy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

- Guys!

- This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

You are way out of position, rookie!

Ooming in at you like a missile!

Help me!

I don't think these are flowers.

- Should we tell him?

- I think he knows.

What is this?!

Match point!

You can start packing up, honey,

because you're about to eat it!

Yowser!

Gross.

There's a bee in the car!

- Do something!

- I'm driving!

- Hi, bee.

- He's back here!

He's going to sting me!

Nobody move. If you don't move,

he won't sting you. Freeze!

He blinked!

Spray him, Granny!

What are you doing?!

Wow... the tension level

out here is unbelievable.

I gotta get home.

Oan't fly in rain.

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Wassup, Im just gonna take this as an opportunity to let out some steam I guess.

Studying where I am as of now is HARD. Despite having lived here for 12 years now I still feel so, homesick, missing my birth country. I've spent a good portion of my life so focused on solely doing well for exams that I feel like ive genuinely lost myself. I think if I say that the country I live in now is known for having one of the hardest education systems, it kinda gives it away AHAHA but I don't want to openly diss so yeah.

I'm literally an exam away from uni and it scares me because being in a government school is different from uni life. A bunch of minor issues have collectively ruined my ability to study properly in my final year, and all I can think of is just retaining one more year so I can do better next year. Idk, is it bad that I already plan to flunk my exams this year so I can come back to school next year?

It's genuinely not that there's any major issues in my life, I think I have it way easier as compared to a lot of others, I'd go as far as to call myself privileged. But I just can't seem to get my shit together, I sleep in a lot, waste my time doing shit I don't need to do, I'm just very lost I guess. I've lost a lot of the passions I've had as a kid, and now I'm losing the motivation to live my life.

hi anon! first of all, i'm sorry that you're going through all of this. unfortunately the rigor of school systems around the world force you to pick between doing well and your passions that there isnt really a work-life balance. i can't relate to your homesickness since i have lived in one place my whole life, but i was in your place two years ago with uni entrance exams. i just want you to know that you're almost at the finish line, ready to finish one chapter and start another.

next, college is nothing like high school. if you live in a dorm/apartment next year, then you have to adjust to life which is vastly different compared to high school, when you were told what to do. and there is a ton of work, no matter what school you go to or what your living situation is. i'm not saying these things to scare you (i think you're already scared enough), but you can't just stop your life because you're scared of what happens next (basically, you should NOT plan on flunking just to buy yourself extra time to adjust to the idea of uni. it will also look bad on your transcript if you had great grades and suddenly start getting bad ones). you need to take uni by the horns!

now, i understand that many factors are playing in your inability to study, but my advice to you is to take everything one day at a time; don't think more than a month from now. create daily to-do lists that you can physically check things off of. take color-coded notes in class (it helps me pay attention). create a time at night where you will get off of your computer/stop doing work (such as 10:30pm), so you can avoid feeling drained. these are just a few tips. once you organize your life a bit more, you will have the time for your passions, and you will be less drained to do them.

basically organize & compartmentalize, and then everything will fall into place!! good luck, anon ♡

#ask #advice

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Simple Carries IMPACT! #HEARTSTOPPER

Let's take a look at the Neflix adaptation of Heartstopper, a teen romance of two boys who meet, become friends, and fall in love. This series, and the graphic novels they are pulled from, subverts tropes and cliches left and right in order to give us a straightforward and powerful message about the beauty of self-discovery.

(Also, there are at least 2 different ways to say the name Tara, and I apparently use them interchangeably. *shrug)

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[00:00:00] Hello, and welcome to the show Writing in the Tiny House. I am on a mission to abolish the idea of the tormented artist by sharing what I know about writing, publishing, and just life in general, so that you can have the tools to produce the content that you have been eager to write. If you have this steps in place, you can produce a short story in as few as three months or a novel in as few as 18 months.

And hopefully through the ideas in this podcast, you will have the wisdom to adjust that timeline if you need to. I am Devin Davis, the guy who lives and writes in a tiny house in Northern Utah. Thank you for tuning in and please enjoy today's episode of Writing in the Tiny House.

[00:01:00] Hello, and welcome to today's episode of Writing in the Tiny House. My goodness, friends. It is the final episode that I have for you in this very special month of June. I don't know about you, but this Pride month has been a huge roller coaster for me. There has been a lot to do. There has been a lot to celebrate. And I wanted to carry on with this for one final episode, but I promise it applies directly to creative writing, but we are going to delve in to a Netflix series and a comic coincidentally enough that has made its way into my heart and into the hearts of millions of people around the world. we are going to be talking about heart stopper, which is a Netflix series taken from the comic of the same name, which is created by a woman named Alice Oseman. Heart stopper came to Netflix just over two months ago [00:02:00] and it has been received with incredible positivity and a huge fandom already. I don't think that the people who created heart stopper could have ever imagined the success that it would get in just two months. And it has been astounding. Some of the things that I have seen on the internet, heart stopper has encouraged so many people to share in such safe spaces, their own stories of coming out, their own stories of struggling with this or that. And it has created wonderful communities of engagement for people to share these stories.

And I personally believe that one of the most important things that we can do to heal one another is to listen to each other's stories. So today on Writing in the Tiny House, we are going to pick apart Episode three of heart stopper. And yeah, this is going to have spoilers. And so if you want to go ahead and hop on the [00:03:00] bandwagon and join the fandom of heart stopper, please do that.

And if you don't want to hear these spoilers, then go ahead and pause this episode and take four hours out of your life to watch Season One of heart stopper on Netflix, and then come back and listen to what I have to say about it. This is not a critique of the show, and this is not a review of the show.

I'm not going to pretend that everything about the show is perfect. But what we are going to do is talk about subverted tropes and subverted cliches, and the power that comes with keeping a storyline simple. I mean, sometimes a complicated storyline is absolutely what you need. If you are writing thrillers, if you are reading thrillers, then that's kind of what comes along with the genre.

However, if you have a very simple message about a situation that is oftentimes misunderstood, sometimes keeping it simple is the [00:04:00] most powerful thing to do. As I go through episode three of heart stopper, I'm going to share with you what happens in the episode and then share with you the different cliches that come about in teen romances and in some of these other LGBTQ plus related movies and other series that heart stopper avoided.

And what consequences it would have had had they played into that. So hard stopper is a very basic storyline and I love that. I mean, in the tagline for heart stopper, Alice Oseman says, boy meets boy, boys become friends, boys fall in love. And it's as simple as that. our main characters are Charlie and Nick.

Charlie is an openly gay kid and Nick is a rugby player, a popular one too. And they attend the same. [00:05:00] All boys, school of Tru um, grammar school. And they are a grade apart and due to reassignments and stuff, they're in the same form and this is how they meet each other. Through this series, we see Charlie coming to grips with self-esteem and his role of how he gets to have some of the happiness that other people can give him.

He has a history of being bullied and his coming out was not taken. Perfectly his coming out story was not easily accepted in an all boys school. On the other side of the coin or on the other half of this relationship, we have Nick who has, it seems never had a moment to explore or think about his sexual preferences or his sexual identity until he meets Charlie.

And. This first [00:06:00] season of heart stopper covers his coming to terms with his bisexuality. He comes to realize that he likes both boys and girls, and this is him coming to feel that out and to embrace what that actually is. So in seat, let's see, in episode three, The main part that I wish to talk about is the birthday party.

So this is a privileged kid's birthday party. He comes from a rich background and they rented an entire venue for him to celebrate his birthday. So the really like the ballroom, the really high ceilings. And of course, if you follow the staircases, there are empty rooms. all around. This is a very big building and they rented the whole thing to celebrate this kid's 16th birthday. During this party, it seems that everybody showed up and there are two other characters that become very, very [00:07:00] important.

I feel at this point in time. So Nick is. Brought face to face with a girl that he kissed three years ago. Her name is Tara and. While they're talking to each other. they have a private moment for a second in kind of a quiet hallway or a corridor or whatever. Tara gets the courage to confide in Nick that she is dating a girl and that she is gay and yay.

And Nick appears to be really appreciative of this and through their little conversation. We realized that Tara is very new to this scene, but she and her girlfriend Darcy are deciding to be more brave and less conservative about how they are. Dealing with their relationship. So they have decided to become a little bit more brave and to be a little bit more public with how they are showing their affection to one another.

[00:08:00] And Nick seems to admire this a few moments later, everybody is on the dance floor and the camera zooms in on Tara and Darcy. and they're dancing. They're having a great time. There are the fluorescent lights everywhere. There's the really loud, really exciting dance music. And the two of them share a kiss and it is one of the funnest.

beautiful moments in a teen romance that I have witnessed in a long time. And not only is it just a beautiful moment, but everything that comes afterward. So they are in a crowded dance floor and they have the courage to kiss each other potentially in front of all of these peers. and then immediately after the kiss, they get to celebrate by dancing.

And so they're holding each other's hands. They're doing the spinning in circles thing because the age group of this crowd is about 15 and 16 years old. And so they're [00:09:00] celebrating as teenagers would, this was a big milestone for them. And it seems that even though it is a crowded room, Nobody really saw them do it except Nick and Nick stands there and it is obvious. With the way it is portrayed. And with the way it is filmed that Nick finds this to be a very special moment and a big gift for him to explore his own feelings and a few moments later, he and Charlie go to one of the empty rooms up upstairs.

Now they're not bedrooms. This is a venue. This is like a smaller ballroom upstairs, or a smaller meeting room upstairs. And they're alone in this other room and they find the moments to very adorably share with each other that they have feelings for each other. And they, Nick and Charlie share their first kiss [00:10:00] immediately after that, because Nick is Venturing into uncharted waters. He hears some of his friends call his name. So he runs out of this smaller room to go talk to them because he's just worried. He doesn't want them barging in to see him and Charlie kissing and Charlie who is dealing with some of his past trauma and some of his distrust and his own self-esteem issues.

Cause his dad. Completely heartbroken to come pick him up and he leaves the venue and goes home. And you expect this to be probably the worst thing in the whole world, as far as the way the series goes. However, at the end of episode, three, Nick shows up in the rain and you know, that they are going to make things right.

And that is how episode three ends. So. Let's go through this again and talk about all of the tropes and cliches that heart stopper [00:11:00] chose to avoid in this. And I'm not, I'm probably not going to be able to touch on all of them, but I am going to mention some really big ones that show up in teen romance.

And I'm going to say right now that some of the things that show up with the LGBTQ representation or the one or two LGBTQ characters, oftentimes those characters are there to be funny. it seems the male character is there to be snappy and witty and sassy and.

Oftentimes, that is just kind of the role that they play, the stereotype that they get to be in with heart stopper. The entire thing is based on same gender, or there is one relationship that is transgender. And so representation is all over the place. But in this series, everything is treated as completely normal and that is already a huge.

Step that is [00:12:00] already a very big point to be made here, but let's get to episode three again, to this birthday party, it's already kind of a trope that there is a rich kid who can rent out an entire venue for his 16th birthday. I was raised in very small town USA, and I don't remember really anybody celebrating their 16th that big.

I mean, perhaps we could have rented out like, the front room of the days in or something. I mean, there were nice places in the city I grew up in, but these really big 16th birthday things, weren't something that we saw much where I was raised. I do know however that they do happen immediately. we see the absence of things that come up in a lot of teen romance or teen drama And the first thing that we get to not see is the presence of a lot of heavy drinking. So in almost I, in so many American. Teen dramas or teen romance series [00:13:00] and movies. If there is a party, it is going to be unsupervised and there's going to be buckets of underage drinking.

I know that underage drinking is a thing, but it seems that it shows up everywhere in cinema. I also know that this does not take place in America and underage drinking as far younger over there. And so that's fine. But this is actually the important thing. Nobody was drunk at the party.

there might have been something that I missed. I mean, there was one character kind of acting silly, but there wasn't drinking there wasn't drugs. There wasn't even talk of any of those things. And the reason why that's important is because these super tender moments that happen while at the party in.

Their own private ways. That first conversation between Nick and Tara, if Nick or Tara had been drunk or on something that conversation couldn't have been so intimate and so full of trust immediately, [00:14:00] it was because everybody was level headed that Tara decided to open up to Nick and tell him that she was a lesbian and was dating Darcy also.

On the dance floor when Tara and Darcy share in their kiss in front of all of their peers, the energy of that would've been entirely different. Had anybody been impaired, if that had not been a completely level headed kiss filled with love and joy and excitement and a huge moment of celebration, it wouldn't have carried the same weight and it would've not affected Nick in the same way.

Did. then later with the first kiss that Nick and Charlie share, we have all seen the movie where that first kiss or that first. moment or that first vulnerable moment, one of the people in the relationship is drunk and does something by mistake. It would've completely ruined the storyline of this season, or it would've just created a [00:15:00] problem that would've had to be resolved later and probably wouldn't have been resolved very well.

When when Tara and Darcy were on the floor and they have their kiss, they get a moment to celebrate and a moment to be excited about it. And Nick was there to see, there is always in a team drama. It seems that there is somebody looking out to stab somebody in the back. If that kiss would've been immediately ruined.

It's possible that Nick would've not had the courage to share his affection for Charlie. If somebody would've stepped in and made fun of Tara, of Tara and Darcy for kissing on the dance floor, the entire tone of the party and the entire tone of the events that could have come later, would've changed.

And it would've been more about throwing a wrench in the plot of the story, rather than showing [00:16:00] us the beautiful innocence and the beautiful transformation of these fun relationships. It also could have discouraged Nick from being brave and exploring his feelings for Charlie one last cliche, and then we'll wrap it up.

in episode three, Nick and Charlie have their kiss. and then Nick hears his friends calling out his name and because he's scared for whatever personal reasons. It doesn't really say what perhaps he was worried of them. Worried that they would walk in and find this and he wasn't ready for that. He immediately stands up and runs out of the room to go talk with them.

And who knows how long they were actually talking So a cliche that was avoided in this situation was actually having somebody walk in or having somebody listen in or having somebody a fly on the wall.

[00:17:00] Invade the privacy and the tender moment of these two boys sharing their, a admitting their affection for one another. And then that person holding it over their head as a form of black male. We've all seen that before. We've seen people kissing people and somebody seeing that who shouldn't have seen it and then holds it over their heads as a way to get what they wanted or as a way to ruin a reputation or just ruin something a way to exact revenge or a way to. Pull negative attention away from themselves or whatever that didn't happen here.

And I believe that had it happened that way. It also would've ruined the plot of the story. That was not the point of this. That was not the PO like that stuff is not the point of heart stopper. It's not how heart stopper works. in many of the current teen romances that [00:18:00] involve gay characters. It seems that many of the gay characters are very sex forward. And so to admit your feelings for somebody automatically leads to sex in those stories, that didn't happen with heart stopper either. In fact, there's no sex in hot in heart stopper, at least not in season one.

and that's nice. So the reason why we are talking about subverting tropes and subverting cliches is because hard stopper is all about exploring and inviting the viewer or the reader. If you are reading the comics, because you remember this is a Netflix adaptation of the comics that share the same name.

It allows the viewer or the reader to witness this beautiful blooming, this beautiful blossoming of something new. when it does that, the, [00:19:00] the reader or the viewer gets to see this happen and it allows them to feel, and it allows them to experience. The honesty of these situations and the honesty of these emotions, the thing is subverting all of these tropes and all of these cliches allows the entire emotion of.

Heart stopper to be 100% honest feeling. I mean, it's a work of fiction. None of this is real, but it allows it to feel authentic and because it feels authentic, there's something to learn about it. We get to see in Charlie, a person struggling and overcoming the effects of bullying and The hard times and the hard job that it is to overcome all of that and still remain happy.

He still struggles with it throughout the thing. And he's not 100% arrived at being better. at the end of the first season, And spoiler alert. The effects of [00:20:00] bullying actually gave him an unhealthy relationship with food, which is set up throughout all of season one. All of this completely makes sense also with Nick with him just being a simple rugby player.

Popular doing his best, but not living life in a very deep way. And coming to this awakening that he is bisexual, that he likes both men and women. And right now he really likes Charlie. And so he's going to pursue a relationship with Charlie and coming to the realization. Oh my goodness.

I am different. and, oh my goodness. What does this actually mean? Keeping everything honest and authentic pulls the reader in. So a lot of times the little tricks that I mentioned that heart stopper avoided, we throw those things in as a way to build tension in the storyline so that people will continue reading.

But the thing is one of the [00:21:00] biggest things that I have learned about writing is. That people continue to read because there is a reason to continue reading. They continue reading because they want to. So regardless of if it is tension, if it is a thick plot twist, or if it is the threat of blackmail or if it is a big mistake, because someone was drunk, sometimes it is more of a simple.

Honest heartfelt thing that will keep a reader hooked and a watcher in this case, because this is a TV show too. It will keep someone hooked to continue witnessing what comes next. So with heart stopper, we are watching the gradual budding and blooming of this beautiful same sex relationship. Actually, a couple of them.

[00:22:00] Tara and Darcy's relationship was a little bit further along the path. It started out further along the path at the beginning of heart stopper, but everything ends in a more beautiful place. And we see the very beginnings of a relationship between a trans girl and a straight boy. because this is only season one and there is already a huge cannon of comics. It, it makes us immediately want to go read all the comics. We do that because we know That unless we read more, unless we see more, unless we continue with all of this, we are not going to see the roses that are inevitably going to be at the end.

So that's the thing, friends, these little tricks, the little trophy things, the little cliches. Sometimes they do succeed in building tension, but sometimes. like in the case of heart stopper, they can [00:23:00] really pull us away from a deeper, more beautiful and more simple form of storytelling.

And it can prevent that from conveying a very beautiful message. So one of the biggest takeaways That has formulated in my mind is that all of this, the same sex relationships love can look any way that it wants to. And here is a beautiful example of how, and to be gay, a person can understand that they are gay from the very get go.

there are still other people who don't know. If they're attracted to men, women, or whomever in between until they are given the chance to decide, just because in Nick's case, it's possible that he never considered it. He never considered what all of that looked like for him until.

he was met with a boy who [00:24:00] peaked his interest and they became friends first before they became boyfriends. So that is the take home for today. If you are a writer or a creator of some form of content, where you have a lesson about a topic that is largely misunderstood.

And it can be about anything Sometimes keeping the story simple. Is a way to keep it powerful so that's all I have for you today. I hope that you have had a wonderful pride month. This has. One of the biggest months, probably in my adult life that I will remember. And I love the reason we celebrate pride. I am going to be celebrating pride in a very big way from here on out. So thank you for being with me all throughout this.

Thing. It has been a huge journey and I appreciate the support of each and every single one of my listeners. And [00:25:00] so go out and have fun writing. We will see you next week. On another episode of writing in the tiny house.

And that is it for today. Just a reminder that "Brigitte," Installment One of Tales from Vlaydor is available on Amazon as an ebook and on Audible and Apple Books as an audio book. And I provide advanced reader copies of these short stories as I release them to my patrons. So become a patron today by visiting patreon.com/writinginthetinyhouse to support both my writing and this podcast. And lastly, be sure to follow me on social media. My Instagram is @authordevindavis and my Twitter handle is@authordevind. Thank you so much for spending some time with me today and have fun writing. We will see you next time.[00:26:00]

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