Does anyone ever feel like nothing worth noting happens for like, a month? And then once every couple of months, there's a day where SO MUCH STUFF HAPPENS?? They're all things I've been waiting for for a while and they all happened TODAY!!
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Four was honestly surprised how many people were here. It was his first big trip, and it was definitely overwhelming. He was usually a loner, but he had to admit… he was thankful he’d asked a friend to come along.
Legend laughed as he texted someone, face glowing with glee. He elbowed Four mischievously. “We should definitely send pictures to Wars.”
“Is that who you’re texting?” Four asked with a smile, enjoying the cheer from his usually grumpier friend. Legend adored education conferences - his friend was nothing if not a lover of learning and exploring new things.
“Oh absolutely,” Legend replied, showing his phone. “He’s upset because I went to the emergency medicine conference and then went to this one. Personally, I think he’s just jealous because I have a cert he doesn’t.”
“Wait, Wars doesn’t have his CCRN?” Four questioned, confused. He figured Warriors, who had everything in his life in order, would have his critical care nursing certification. It was fairly common for nurses in ICU and ED settings.
“Nope!” Legend quipped with delight, obviously ecstatic that he had something over the military nurse.
“Okay, but important question: where are we going to get dinner?”
“Somewhere it doesn’t cost half our paycheck.”
Four glanced around at the skyscrapers. “Uh… not sure we’re going to manage that. I didn’t think the Hebra Mountains had cities like this.”
“Well, then we can contemplate Brugada Syndrome and complicated EKG rhythms while we starve,” Legend supposed.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Four laughed. “This is a trip, we shouldn’t worry about the cost too much.”
”We don’t make Time’s salary.”
“But we make decent salary.”
Legend bit his lips, stubborn. Four narrowed his eyes analytically. “This isn’t about how much the food costs; it’s because you’ve blown your budget on coffee, isn’t it?”
His friend immediately flushed, guilty as charged. “They charge ten rupees for coffee! Ten!! This place is ridiculous!”
“I told you your caffeine addiction would come back to bite you someday,” Four smiled. “Or, well, more so than it already has.”
“I swear, if you bring up the SVT episode one more time—”
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Prompt 120
Lancer hasn’t been in the business for years. He’d long since retired, having enough to live comfortably, to finally go to college, and to slip away from the scene like a ghost. Or perhaps not like a ghost, apparently they liked to make a racket.
But he was getting increasingly concerned about one Danny Fenton. He didn’t want to assume anything of course, but it was increasingly obvious that something was very wrong. Something familiarly wrong, even if he himself was never a part of that side of things.
He tries to tell himself that it’ll all be fine, he’s out of that life after all. But he can only see a teen getting shot at so many times. Can only try to convince himself not to get back into exercising and practicing his shot. He can only see that teen come into his class exhausted and bruised so many times without helping however slightly.
But then the GIW happens. The city gets stolen into another dimension. Everyone got dosed with ecto, everyone is at risk. Danny is just a kid, who shouldn’t have to deal with this. Whose curled up in his home with his friends bandaged and bleeding green.
It seems it might be time to call his old fling. So here he was, tapping his foot as he looked out his window far too late at night while waiting for the phone to connect. It felt like forever before it did, but that only strengthened his resolve.
“Hey Slade, hope you remember me because I have information about something you’ll really want to know…”
(I misspelled and it corrected to fling instead of friend but i am keepin that in lmao)
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Mav, Jake, & Blankie
Mav gifts Jake a soft blanket with letters or the alphabet printed all over it.
Jake: What's this, pops? Isn't this a kid's blanket?
Mav: Took me a while, but I found one that'll actually cover you head to toe.
Jake (grinning): Not used to shopping for blankets my size, Mav?
Mav (rolling his eyes): Ha-Ha very funny, kid.
Jake: Yes I'm hilarious, but seriously, what's up with the alphabet print, pops? I ain't an actual kid, I'm a big boy who knows his A, B, Cs
Mav: Not according to how you got your callsign
Jake (smiling sharply): Haven't you heard from Bradshaw, pops? I got my callsign from leaving people hanging, he's the one that coined it after all
Mav: I heard from Bradley that you already had a callsign when he met you, that you got it for a bunch of spelling mistakes you made in one of your reports.
Jake: ....
Mav: He also told me he got mad at you after a training hop, and he shouted that Hangman was the name of someone who would always leave a man behind. People latched on to that story. Didn't think you would have latched on as well, son
Jake (smiling bitterly): It's the story most people know and believe. You gotta own it, or the Navy'll eat ya alive.
Mav: We know that you aren't that. Your team knows that. I'm proud of you, son. For getting where you are now. This blanket is a reminder that you have to be proud of yourself too. Hangman isn't the name of some random asshole, Hangman is the name of some--
Jake: Asshole that can't spell?
Mav: I was going to say some human who makes the occassional mistake, but that works too, buddy.
Jake (runs his hands through the blanket, his throat getting tighter): ... Thank you, Mav.
Mav (claps Jake's shoulder): Of course, son. Enjoy your blankie (Mav grins widely)
Jake (chokes out a laugh): Fuck you, pops (buries his face into the blanket)
Mav pulls the kid into a hug, feeling the kid relax in his arms, taking deep breaths. He was always there to remind his kids that he sees them as who they are, not as who they think they have to be.
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