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peachieprompts · 3 months
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Dialogue Prompt #276
“I hate you!”
“Okay? That doesn’t make you special.”
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jessekellywould · 2 years
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Tim: I don’t eat, I don’t sleep. I have to end this.
Conner: What you need is therapy. Lots of it.
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amarantine-amirite · 2 years
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Weird Sailing
Sailing's easy to get into, but it's hard to progress, even when we consider how much you're at the mercy of the weather. Lots of people get stuck at Level 2. Kids sail through (excuse the pun) Level 1, but 75% of them wash out at Level 2.
Nobody told me that it'd be mainly guys. It kind of makes sense when you think about it because sailing requires a significant amount of upper-body strength. Don't get me wrong, there are a few girls that do it, but it's mostly guys.
Nobody told me you'd tip over a lot, especially with the racing boats. They're already a bit tippy due to the shape of the hull. They have boats that aren't as tippy that are just as fast; the hull is just a different shape. The other problem is they use sails with a round top, and that raises the boat's center of gravity. It's good for days when it's not very windy, but if there's even a little bit of wind, it's easy to lose control. You'll be far better off with a triangular sail because the center of gravity is lower.
Nobody told me how hard it would be to control the boat with what we had. Because the boats we use have a very high centre of gravity, you need to use the trapeze in the hiking straps to keep them stable. We don't have access to the trapeze and the hiking straps. We don't get access to these things until Level 3. We don't even get the triangular sails until Level 3. It's a rule, and it doesn't make any sense.
There are a lot of rules that don't make any sense. Nicole has rules against quoting certain movies in the boats. I can kind of see why Nicole had a rule against quoting Pirates of the Caribbean in the boats. You've got a horde of 10 to 13-year-old boys who only took up sailing because of those movies, so it's bound to happen. There's also no quoting Star Wars in the boats, either. She never gave us an explanation. If anybody asked why, Nicole always said, "It's personal". My crewmates and I always joked the rule existed because she was a Trekkie.
Here's one that doesn't make any sense whatsoever, and this one seems like it's possibly my fault: no quoting Airplane! in the boats. I had never seen that movie. I had no idea I was even doing this. Nonetheless, I still faced the consequence of quoting a movie I had never seen: staying on shore and filling out worksheets while everyone else went out on the water.
It had bigger consequences than boredom. To get your level, you need to log a certain number of hours driving the boat. I'm at Level 2, so I need to log 20-24 hours a week. Level 3 is the first level at which your hours can be spread out over more than one week, and once you hit Level 4, you can log your distance rather than hours. Last I checked, the minimum distance was 5 km.
Because I kept getting dry-docked, I ran the risk of not logging the minimum number of hours to complete my level. If I don't pass, I have to repeat it until I do. The circumstances are such that this is not an option for me.
I need to move up so I can be in the same class as Selena. Selena's dad works in the corporate secretary's office at my mom's job. There's an opening in his group, but he only hires his friends. The idea is that if I'm sailing with Selena, that'll be enough of a relationship to get my mom the job in the group. I need to start sailing with Selena soon because they're turning up the heat on her dad to fill the job. Therefore, I need to get my level to get into the same class as her.
I didn't think this was fair because I got in trouble for quoting a movie that I had never seen, so I raised it with Dale. Dale outranks Nicole, so if you have a concern related to getting your level, talk to him.
One morning, I came up to Dale as he was fixing the coach boats. "Hi Dale," I began.
He didn't look up from what he was working on when he said, "hi there, Rose"
"So, Dale," I asked, "would it be possible to switch boats so I could sail with Selena?"
Dale stopped what he was doing and looked right at me. "you're kidding, right?"
"no, I'm not"
He shook his head. "No, Rose, Selena's in the Level 3 class, and you're only in Level 2" he probably felt like he just got stupider saying that to me.
"I've demonstrated all the skills for my level," I protested, "why didn't advance to the next level?"
Dale didn't change his mind. "To get your level, you need to have between 20 and 25 hours logged within the week, you only have 16 hours logged," he said. Clearly, he didn't want to deal with me.
I had a reason for not having logged the hours. Nicole wouldn't let me sail because I kept quoting a movie I had never seen, and it wasn't fair. "Maybe we can have this conversation differently. Because Coach Nicole won't let me sail..."
Dale didn't seem to care. "We can have this conversation a thousand different ways, I'm never changing my mind."
I crossed my arms. "And why is that?"
Dale threw the screwdriver onto the ground. "Because it's not my judgment call!" he screamed, "The rules are that you need to demonstrate the skills outlined in this checklist as well as log enough hours in the boat to get your level, and you did not log enough hours driving the boat! Now go away!"
I left, and I never asked about it again. I didn't understand why Dale exploded at me instead of coming up with a way to solve the problem. He could've talked to Nicole about dry docking me for quoting a movie I had never seen, or he could've come up with a way for me to log the hours I needed to get my level. But no, he chose to sit on his hands.
Having said that, not getting my level wasn't as big an issue as I thought. Something else far more pressing came up.
The next week I showed up, class was far more crowded than usual because the Level 3 kids got put back to the lower levels. They needed to log their hours driving the boat, not just riding in the boat. They only got their levels because they logged hours that they shouldn't have.
I started to get worried. I wasn't worried about not getting my level because there were too many kids to ensure that I got enough hours driving the boat. I was worried because I didn't see Selena anywhere.
During lunch, I took another look for someone that matches her description. I remember that she was Skinny without a lot of muscle mass, she had Blonde-ish hair and Brown eyes, and that she wore a mesh choker and a tangerine-coloured kayak life jacket. I Didn't see anybody that looked like that.
The next day, I got there early and Looked for "Selena Ayes" on the class registry. Nobody in the class has the last name Ayes. I only saw one person named Selena, but she's in Level 1 and she's eight.
I'm beginning to worry that Selena may not exist.
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I am lucky to have known you, if even just for a moment.
Martin Septim, to the Hero of Kvatch, before destroying the Amulet of Kings and beating Mehrunes Dagon, definitely
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korribanarchive · 2 years
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Emilia's Holodiary- Running Away
Fandom: Star Wars Legends (Darth Bane Trilogy)
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, murder
Emilia Omek is abandoning the sinking ship that is The Brotherhood of Darkness no matter what she has to destroy to do so.
Inspired by Dialogue prompt #194 (linked at the bottom) from @peachieprompts
“And just like that, you’re running away…” The voice hissed behind her.
Em turned, her hood being blown back by the dry wind. The rainy season had ended on Ruusan and with the dry season both sides of this pissing contest they were calling a war were readying to make their final moves. She wanted no part of it.
She eyed the tall, pale figure, curling her lip in an overt show of disgust as his bony fingers adorned with jewel encrusted rings. Qordis had never sat well with her. 
“I’m not running. I’m abandoning a sinking ship,” she spat. “Just because you’re too blind to see what’s in front of you doesn’t mean I am,” she added and began to walk away.
“I did not dismiss you, Emilia,” he hissed, making her stop and turn once more.
“You speak as if you are my superior,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “I thought we were all equals in the Brotherhood of Darkness…” Only silence answered and she strolled closer. “But we aren’t are we? The weaker will always be below the strong. But you know that and you know where you stand. You pretend to be strong and powerful, but really you’re just a simpering, lowly peon that will be begging for scraps at the feet of whomever rises to power no matter what.”
Even over two feet taller than her, he seemed to cower as the Dark Side rolled off of her in waves. At the Academy she had never fully dropped the veil. She had always hidden herself. Flown under the radar. Always being just good enough to get through. Just good enough to keep the attention of those she needed to learn from, but now all bets were off. With a flex of her hand the thin frame of the Sith Academy’s headmaster rose into the air in front of her and his bony hands clawed at his throat. 
“You are nothing,” she said. “Anyone who follows Kaan so foolishly is nothing.”
“Don’t kill me, please!” he gasped, true fear flashing across his pale face.
“Mercy isn’t our way,” she reminded him, recalling the first lessons she was taught within that ancient pyramid.
She reveled for a moment in his fear and pain, drawing strength from it before his body went limp and she dropped him to the ground. The feeling of eyes on her drew her attention to behind her and she met the eyes of a hulk of a man stepping out of Lord Kaan’s communications tent. Another from the Academy. Bane.
They stared for a long time at one another, neither saying a word regarding what they had both just witnessed. Without a word, Em called the rings on the fallen Sith Lord’s fingers into her hand and pocketed them. He nodded to her. She nodded back. No words needed to be exchanged. The unspoken agreement of I’ll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine was struck. Em turned on her heel and walked away from the encampment, intent on using the chaos of the distant battle to her advantage.
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peachieprompts · 8 months
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Dialogue Prompt #273
“You’re heartless.”
“I have to be.”
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peachieprompts · 8 months
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Dialogue Prompt #274
“Don’t you have any morals?”
“Honestly? No, not really.”
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peachieprompts · 1 year
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Dialogue Prompt #263
“You’ll lose everything.”
“That’s the difference between you and me. I’ve got nothing left to lose.”
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peachieprompts · 2 years
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Dialogue Prompt #255
“What, my existence is a joke to you?”
“Honestly, yeah.”
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peachieprompts · 2 years
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Dialogue Prompt #222
“Surprised to see me?”
“Hardly. You’re like a cockroach.” 
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peachieprompts · 1 year
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Dialogue Prompt #272
“I am not going to stop being who I am just because it makes you uncomfortable.”
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peachieprompts · 7 months
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Dialogue Prompt #275
“This stuff is hard, I don’t blame you for wanting to back out.”
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peachieprompts · 1 year
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Dialogue Prompt #271
“This isn’t you!”
“This is what you made me!”
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peachieprompts · 2 years
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Dialogue Prompt #257
“You underestimate me.” 
“I don’t think that’s possible.” 
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peachieprompts · 2 years
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Dialogue Prompt #213
“Do you think I enjoy this?”
“Honestly, yes. You’re a bad person.”
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peachieprompts · 2 years
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Dialogue Prompt #209
“You’re my friend, you know? Wait, why are you crying?”
“I’ve never been someone’s friend before.” 
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