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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:07 pm
Well, this is new
I saw Jubs again. He grew, but he's not much taller.
That guy has some serious angst.
4.06 points
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:33 pm
Fish had come to the Scene seeking an escape from the Blacksuits that had been trawling around his house. He had found Moonblossom, Bluegrass, Sunshine, Rainbow, Strawberry, and Dwayne, six hippies who shared a commune-style apartment, grew soybeans and pot on the fire escape, and burned incense to ward off bad karma. They were crazy, but they didn't ask about his odd habits, god-given traits, or job. They happily gave him the smallest bedroom provided he could cough up the meager rent each month. His savings would cover it for a while, but he wasn't sure what he would do after. He'd have to get a job.
The lights and music of the wild sector around him drifted through his window at night, painting moving designs on the ceiling. It wasn't like Harbor - quite, filled by the sound and smell of the sea. No, not at all. It was loud.
It's not safe there, admonished Poseidon. You saw the blacksuits.
Morning brought bustle and smells. Fish tried to follow the news broadcast on the screen in the corner while Dwayne sat across from him shredding and weighing and bagging pot leaves and Bluegrass boiled soybeans on a belching electric stove.
"Phineas," called Moonblossom, her voice drifting out of the next room in a sleepy catcall.
"Don't go," said Dwayne, sealing a bag of shredded leaves. Fish's other housemates had already told him that Moonblossom had decided he was cute and made it her goal to sleep with him, but that he shouldn't because she had picked up some nasty diseases hanging out behind clubs. Fish, personally, felt no attraction to the thin brunette. (Rainbow described her as "heroin chic," whatever that meant.)
Dwayne had hair dyed seafoam green and always wore a knitted rastafarian beanie. His eyebrow was pierced by a trio of silver loops and Fish occasionally found himself distracted with thoughts of the other young man.
"It's a greek hero thing," Poseidon told him with a laugh. "It's your lot in life.
Moonblossom called his name again, a sort of halting croon.
"Damn it, Moony," shouted Sunshine, a dark man with feathers grafted to his scalp. "Stop propositioning the kid and find something else to masturbate to. He's not interested."
He winked at Fish, who felt a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"What's going on?" asked Strawberry, appearing through a scraggly beaded curtain that had long ago replaced the door to her bedroom.
"Moony's soliciting a ********," said Bluegrass melodically, tucking a strand of navy blue hair behind her ear and ladling soybeans into bowls for mashing.
"She can hire a gigolo like the rest of us," snorted Strawberry, getting a beer out of the fridge unit.
"It's seven AM," said Rainbow, climbing in from the fire escape and bringing the smell of smoke with her.
"That's obviously not too early for you to be high," said Strawberry, popping the top off the bottle and taking a swig. "Want some?" she asked, offering it to Fish.
"Nah," he replied, still trying to focus on the news.
"I swear to god, you're like a kid. You don't smoke, don't drink, don't drop acid..."
Fish snorted. She had no idea how close to the truth that was.
5.38 points
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:08 am
(Reserved for Metaplot Solo)
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 7:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 7:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 4:39 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:36 am
A typical Saturday night could get interesting when you lived with a bunch of hippies. It started with Fish, Sunshine, and Strawberry playing Go Fish. This was incredibly amusing to everyone not named Fish – if Fish happened to be your name, you found that it got extremely old after five minutes. Once Moonblossom, who was still trying to get in his pants, and Bluegrass, who seemed to have figured out that he didn’t swing that way, got added into the mix, it got downright hilarious for anyone whose name was not Fish.
And once Rainbow and Dwayne got dragged in and it became a house-wide game of Go Fish, it got dangerous.
“Got any threes?” asked Bluegrass?
“Go Fish,” answered Strawberry.
“I’d like to have a go at Fish,” said Moonblossom, who may or may not have been high.
“No thanks,” said Fish, watching her descend into a fit of laughter. For some reason, she thought her pun was hilarious. Must have been high, he decided.
“Hear that?” asked Bluegrass, “He’s not interested.”
She leaned in conspiratorially. “I personally think he’s batting for the other team, if you know what I mean,” she added.
Moonblossom dissolved into another fit of giggles. “Fish?” she asked, “No way. He’s too cute and innocent to be gay.”
“Let the boy speak for himself,” said Rainbow. All eyes turned to Fish. “Are you gay?”
“Yes,” said Fish, who had been giving it quite a bit of thought lately and could honestly say he was getting comfortable with the idea.
Several things happened at once. Moonblossom, her hopes dashed, sank beneath the table sobbing. Sunshine produced a celebratory bag of weed from somewhere in his pants. Bluegrass hugged him.
“I knew it,” she whispered in his ear.
“Uh, yeah,” replied Fish, nodding dumbly. He hadn’t been expecting a reaction like this.
Much pot was smoked. It was very good pot and Sunshine had obviously been saving it for an occasion such as this one. (Why this was an occasion that demanded pot smoking, Fish wasn’t sure, but he was happy to oblige.)
About forty minutes later, when he was starting to be able to contemplate logical thought again, Fish found himself pulled off into an alcove by Dwayne.
He did not know if he liked where this conversation was going.
“Are you for serious?” asked the other young man. His hair was flame red this week. “Or were you just saying that to get Moony to leave you alone?”
“For serious,” said Fish, possibly a bit too hesitantly. He still wasn’t sure where the conversation was going.
“Uh-huh,” nodded Dwayne. They sank into awkward silence. Fish sensed something he would later identify as sexual tension – the air was thick with it. Everything was moving in slow motion, like a world viewed through molasses.
And then Dwayne was kissing him, and Fish knew that he liked the direction this conversation was going in very much.
4.89 points
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 1:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 3:34 am
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