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by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 1, complete
word count (story only): 1398
::This takes place several hours after “Butterfly Effect,” and is therefore part of the Mercedes group of stories set in the Polychrome Heroics universe. No spoilers, but for those who figure out what's going on, DON'T tell Joshua, please! (Laugh.) ::
When the van pulled into a parking space in a narrow rest stop dominated by a long, low building lit with wall-mounted solar lights, Cash whispered a request to Officer Tull as he set the emergency brake.
Kais still slept stretched on the sofa, under a sky blue fuzzy blanket with satin edging. In the back of the van, G slept with his bare feet jammed out at an angle, but every other inch of him covered by the puffy comforter and crisply striped sheet. Not even the boy's floppy blond hair was visible.
Joshua managed to retrieve the walker without waking his son, and had it unfolded by the time the lift touched pavement. He grinned at Cash as the younger man eased out of the cab. “You know, it's kind of weird to be the old guy who's still awake on this road trip,” he admitted.
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WARNING: This poem contains topics that many readers may find disturbing. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Patches and Rampart help Buraq find Haboob to use miracles to make him stop being a supervillain. This includes a manhunt, terrorist activity, Buraq getting shot, messy medical details of a serious bullet wound, flashback to prior injury, the bad guys fragging their own sniper for violating medical neutrality, taking items from a corpse as a point of positive etiquette, teleporting while injured is no fun for anyone, kidnapping Haboob and fixing him by force, when you apply miracles to a terrorist it kind of sounds like you're torturing him, and not everyone is comfortable with this, dubious consent once Haboob starts to regain some sanity, distressing inability to pray in the customary manner, but Buraq is creative with solutions and it works fine in the end, another overwhelming prayer experience ending in a faint that scares the team healer, traumatic guilt, renaming, radical forgiveness of a divinely repaired terrorist, miracles have a blest radius of extra healing, loss of homeland, austere living conditions, feeling unclean, but fortunately Buraq knows how to fix that, uncertainty, and other challenges. On the whole, however, everyone is better off in the end. Because this poem contains a major plot development in world politics, skipping it would leave a gap, even though it doesn't fall into main storylines. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you wish to read.
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(On the plus side, taking the Benadryl AFTER brushing teeth did provide an earlier bedtime. We can, perhaps, work with this.)
excuse, there is a commotion in the gas fireplace. a flying squirrel or large mouse hopefully NOT setting itself on fire via the pilot light...
Okay, commotion seems to've faded. I need to clear out enough space to open that out and figure out where the creatures are coming in. *sigh*
Anyway. Food was gotten, but it was breakfast type food, and I got no ice tea or hot tea and now I have a splitting headache and am drinking cooked-at-home tea. After taking ibuprofen. Kid and spouse are off getting food.
Hat tip to Mal, re Wonder Woman:
This is an awesome Twitter thread about the design of the movie Wonder Woman's costume.
Now I'm going to try to edit through this headache.
(Oh, right, and when this headache fades, I have a CUNNING PLAN to consolidate some things and thus declutter something else. HM.)
S••••• says, “And someone on this thread about flags goes and asks where do single people go to get the tax breaks married couples do. I answer, 'A judge, justice of the peace, or minister.'”
S••••• says, “Of course, they have to go in pairs.”
--From the MUSH. (Or, I suppose, in 4s, if they're Andorians.)
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Since we had taken showers immediately before going to bed, so we could get up and out the door bright and early in time for the breakfast buffet and tour group departure... we had pretty bad bed hair.
I should note here: we were strictly warned not to drink the water in Malta, and that goes for the showers as well. It was rather discomfitting. I was glad my older bro had provided me a large refillable water bottle that allowed me to stay hydrated, especially as I was fighting off a cold.
There are no pictures of this. Just the fact I had to ask for a comb from the hotel staff (and thanksfully they were able to provide one) is sufficient shame for me. x_x
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We checked the firepit after yesterday's Litha bonfire. It had burned down almost completely, just a double handful of stubs to pick out. Then we shoveled up the loose ash and wheeled to dump in the prairie garden.
Round 2, I watered plants. Then I picked up sticks in the savanna.
Round 3, I sprayed weeds.
It's getting dark now, and the fireflies are coming out, so I'm done for the night.