#WTDW Tober

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Day 24: twimblos

Tons of twimblos yippee

Oddity: wtdw

Rainblo: @wolfusmoonstudio

Misha: noi (me)

Styrofoam: @skylermoment

Jewels: @fearscaperadio

Playdough: @ever-ive-been

Urple: @mi--xy

Canvas: @artfennec

Dusk: @dreamnoteprincess

Skrunkly: @trickclouds

Lovie: ribbondancer_cheer_fan on Instagram

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Day 7: Claws Preview

I am having fun writing this and got excited so here is what I have so far. I'll make a different post with the full work when I finish. Also I have given up on posting every day or in order. I hope even doing some of the prompts occasionally is still enough. But, anyway...

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It was a fairly quiet day and after working at Dreamworld for two months, that wasn't a good sign. Wiatt was almost relieved to see a coworker running over to him with a pinched expression.

"Hey, Verna! What's up?"

"You're the animatronic wrangler, right?" Verna asked, brushing her fringe back into place.

"Is that what the other employees call me?"

"Well I think Audrey, Penn, and Hayden all call you trouble or a trouble magnet."

"That's fair," Wiatt agreed, solemnly. They had seen him get into too many hijinks to not have some form of reputation. Besides, he was the one who regularly talked to the animatronics like people despite the fact that Sara was apparently the only one with that right, supposedly. Actually, for someone with such a rule, she rarely even talked to any animatronics aside from Winnie. And Winnie was the only animatronic Wiatt had yet to see....well Winnie and the Collector, but Wiatt was not supposed to know about them. (Having knowledge he wasn't allowed to find was their second biggest mistake.)

"But, we kinda need your animatronic wrangling abilities. The triplets are stuck in the claw machine."

"Again?!" Wiatt moaned. This was the third time this week. How did they keep getting in there?

The formerly labeled Winnie's Roundup Stuffie Catcher was a fairly large UFO catcher machine. With a little twisting and a shove from a brother, it made for a great place for Mimic, Melody, or Mascaraed to take a nap in. It was like sleeping in a ball pit, only way softer! The only drawback was wheels for feet made exiting the cozy pod far more difficult. If the three brothers were in the machine together, they could make a tower and pull themselves to the prize chute with marginal success. Dwindling the numbers to two or just one made this more difficult. Bad days made it nigh impossible.

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I KNOW IM BEHIND ON PROMPTS SHHHHHHH IM TRYING TO CATCH UP

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WTDW-tober DAY 4: Maintenance

decide im not coloring it because i honestly dont want to. you get the picture right?

[trickclouds]

Woo hello! I've joined in on this, but I'll probably post these like each 5 days so there will be another 5 on day 10

[ever-ive-been]

hoorary maintenance! nothing ever goes wrong here!!!

kinda sketchy cus i liked it better that way and also so i could fuck around with it more! i forgot a few details here in there but it came out nicely and i like it and i got it done before time so yea!

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Day 26: family

Ignore the fact I completely forgot to post this

Also they’re about to punch eachother

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Day 17: the collector

I was lazy with the legs

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Day 30: trick or treat

Look I Totally remembered to post this

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Day 29: fav ship

I totally forgot to do this sorry

Wilights definitely my fav ship but tele-vision is my second fav

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Day 28: eyes

Many eye warning and staring warning

I made versions without the text cuz I think it looks cool

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WTDW-Tober Day 3: Founders

Before we start, I want to give the heads up that part of this will be a bullet point fic. Some parts are written out, and others are summaries of or just the gist of what would happen. I am already running behind on these, so this seemed like the best way to catch up.

(Also, also: Reminder that tomorrow is Loud Noise Wednesday October 4. Americans, there will be a nationwide alarm test, at least that's what I've heard. Here is an article with more info.)

-Sara is in some elective on storytelling or performing. The class is doing presentations where they tell a story that has specific elements their teacher put on the rubric. (This is based on a class I had in junior high but that was a really long time ago so all I remember is this assignment and us watching the show Get Smart)

"And that is the story of how I earned this shiny rock at summer camp," The brunette took a bow. The class applauded, then began scratching at the peer review cards they were handed for the assignment. 

"Right. Excellent work, Lewis. Though be sure to move around more. You are telling a story with your movements as well as your words."

Sara frowned at that. The boy was doing a lot of gesticulating, definitely more than Marco before him and Nancy before him. In fact, most of the students stood stiffly and forgot how to  move their bodies.

"Do my notes of stage directions in the script I wrote mean Nothing, Mr. Edricson?" the boy grumbled under his breath as he passed Sara on his way to his seat. 

Sara agreed. Mr Edricson was kind of a tool. Most of the class was either watching clips from tv shows or having the students do the work for him. With a click of her tongue, Sara began the most thorough review card she had ever written in the whole trimester. Under the section for special compliments, she wrote, “I like how he had a gesture for each action in his story. He acted out what he was doing as well as using his narration for emphasis. This guy is the best performer in class, let alone public speaker. And that includes the teacher. Do better, Charles.

Later, when they got their grades back, she saw the boy sigh in defeat, then flip through the peer review pages. Eventually he let out a snort of laughter, which he attempted to disguise with a cough. He looked around the class and met eyes with Sara. “Charles Edricson is a tool,” She tried to mouth. The boy titled his head in confusion. Right. Her grade said she needed to work on annunciation. Charles could be right about this one thing.

“Thank you,” the boy mouthed. Sara grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up.

The boy hung back after class and introduced himself as Lewis Bright. Sara gave her own name in return, surprised that anyone would want to talk to her. She was even further baffled when he asked where she usually sat at lunch. That afternoon, they exchanged snacks and ideas. Through the story they weaved together between bites of carrots, a long-lasting friendship was forged.

-They are paired with Oliver for a physics project. Sara is setting up a Rube Goldberg machine while Lewis draws a diagram of it. They are used to doing most of the work on the project and with how scarce Oliver is, they figure this is no different. Then they see him at lunch fleshing out their powerpoint presentation. 

-He asks to see Lewis’s drawings

-Oliver then scans the drawings and they are amazed like “You know how to do that?”

-He is able to get them into the mechanical engineering class. Is that a class? Whatever class Eric teaches alongside the class he teaches them in their last year. He gets a cameo in the fic and the trio are able to spend a lunch period setting up the Rube Goldberg machine and recording it.

-Eric makes a comment about the twins being welcome to stay with him and Carly after school so he can go straight to his job.

-At this point, Oliver explains a bit of his home life and how he has a job (or jobs) to support himself and his siblings and that is why he has been so scarce.

-They get a good grade on the project and they get slushies or ice cream to celebrate. While there, they run into some old bullies of Sara’s. One calls her the Happy-Hollow-Pockets Arsonist, another possibly calls her Flare-a Covet-Our-Money-Man. I was not happy with how this scene turned out, but they verbally bully Sara while Lewis is getting their ice cream.

The bullies maybe try to tell Oliver about Sara’s past. Also at some point in this conversation, it is established that Oliver has a reputation about being a soft spoken sweetheart. I only bring this up for this next part.

"I have heard enough. All I can gather from this interaction is that you two are pathetic enough to make yourselves feel better by dragging others down with misdeeds from their past. I don't know what she did to gain your ire and I don't care what it is. 

"Do you know what I do think is interesting? How much of our lives is online. We are so well-documented now-a-days that it is difficult to bury your own pasts. 

"Did you know that schools can search through your electronic footprint? That if they find something they don't like, that can influence their decision to admit you or not?"

Oliver took a step closer

"Did you know how poorly defended the highschool's records are? It would be so easy to change someone's grades, remove their ability to participate in extracurriculars, to make you look like a terrible choice for the college you are aiming for. Your behavior, your attendance? They are so poorly protected."

“Are you threatening us?”

“Am I? It’s hard to say. Besides,” Oliver leaned in close and whispered into their ears, “N O  O N E  W O U L D  E V E R  B E L I E V E  Y O U .”

Oliver walked backward to be back at Sara’s side. “I would be careful about tarnishing my friend’s reputation. Think about how it would feel if someone ruined yours.” With that, Oliver smiled and dragged a shellshocked Sara into the restaurant where Lewis was waiting.

“What’s got you in such a good mood, Darling?” Lewis asked.

“I ran into some old classmates and I am just really happy to have you two as my friends instead. If, if you guys want to call me your friend, of course! You don’t have to! I didn’t mean to assume!”

A hand landed on his shoulder and Oliver turned to see Sara giving him a watery smile, “You have no idea how much your friendship would mean to me.”

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I think that is a good stopping point, but there were other scenes I had wanted to write:

-Them having a sleepover and painting each other’s nails. Lewis has a collection of holographic nail polishes. There is a dark plumb one that makes him powerful.

-Them talking about project ideas for the competition. They chose to make a miniature moving figurine of a character they make up for the contest. It is Starlight. They include ideas for other characters in the report.

-Them waiting for the results and getting an envelope with tickets to a fair inside. They buy ice cream to celebrate. Sara treats them and the others assure that she doesn’t owe them anything. 

-Sara having imposter syndrome because Star Light is mostly Lewis’s idea and Oliver did the programing and 3d printing.

-They point out that the actual physics and movement logistics of the project was all Sara.

-At the awards ceremony, the director of this competition is looking at Sara in a way that makes her shiver, but she shakes it off. (This is my hint to a conspiracy that Litho possessed someone to make this competition happen and he wanted the trio, especially Sara, to win from the start.)

-The trio arriving at the space that will become Dreamworld. They are so excited.

-Oliver recruits Pen and Eric to help him set up the speakers throughout the facility. He then gets to pick the music to test the speakers. He plays some songs that he just likes, with some meme songs and especially Siivagunner rips peppered in. He watches as everyone catches on. Lewis is the first of his best friends to notice. The Flintstones jingle gives it away. He remembers Wiatt infodumping about this particular game called 7 Grand Dad and how the channel will sneak the Flintstones theme into their songs as one of their more recurring jokes. Sara is the last to notice. She has been getting phone calls more frequently ever since the reward ceremony. This particular one must have taken a long time and captured all her attention. Once she does notice, she has this look on her face that is both fond and exasperated and cry of, “Oliverrrrr,” that devolves into giggles is music to his ears.

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Day 2: Hammer

This post is a placeholder for when I get around to actually finishing the fic.

For now, my notes are below the cut so you have at least something.

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Day 21: decorating

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Day 20: blood

Tw for blood

Winnie

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Day 18: arcade

I need a nap and to fix those arcade machines