"Lyrical" - PG-13 - One-Shot
Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, or Linde.
Edit: After you read this, go watch this video.
D.G. was going through withdrawal.
For a land of muti-colored mini men and dogs made of tree bark there were a surprising amount of crossover in pop culture; D.G. had almost fallen over in shock the one day when Glitch had said that something was “inconceivable” and Cain countered with “I don't think it means what you think it mean.”
But for all of D.G.'s favorite books and music and movies that were in the O.Z. there was one that wasn't and for the last three weeks D.G. had been craving the new class of Ridell High.
Oh, she had watched “Grease” several times in the hope that would end the craving, but it was like eating milk chocolate when you wanted dark chocolate, close but not it.
And now everywhere she looked, everything she heard, it all reminded her of the one thing she couldn't have.
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“D.G.!”
“Sorry Tutor.”
“As I was saying, with the papay trees The parts of a flower are so constructed that very, very often the wind will cause pollination. If not, then a bee or any other nectar gathering creature can create the same situation.”
D.G. nearly fell off her chair.
“So it was quite the mystery when the fields started to die.”
The flower's insatiable passion turns its life into a circus of debauchery!
“Do you have a question D.G.?”
She had to keep herself from smirking as she asked, “Where does the pollen go?”
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That afternoon D.G. was sitting in one of the receiving rooms with her family. It was some thing to do with a new rotation of bodyguards or something like that. She, her mother and father had already asked their questions and it was Az's turn. If Az was brief then D.G. might just have some extra time before she had her next lesson!
“Mr. Rogerts, I read in your bio that you are a four time regional hand-to-hand champion. You look like you're not even old enough to shave and the you could be knocked over by a stiff wind”
Today the part of the heartless bitch would be played by Az. Ahamo had done it last time.
“Yes miss, I did. I won the first title when I was 16.” He didn't back down from Az's stare. “And looks can be deceiving.”
“Mr. Stuart, is it true that guys like you, you know, mature and all,” Az said that like she was talking to the dirt on her shoe. “Carry some protection with them...”
For sexual occasion?
“Even when they are in the bathroom?”
“That's when you're at your most vulnerable.” Stuart replied.
Az looked the guards over for another minute before saying, “I'm done.”
The guards left by one door and D.G. ran out another, she need to bleach the last five minutes from her mind.
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After dinner D.G. met up with Cain for shooting practice
As she followed Cain through the gymnasium she could see guards fighting each other with hands and feet, with foils and broadswords, with sticks and nunchakus , but there was one thing D.G. didn't see.
“Um... Cain?”
“Yeah?”
D.G. motioned to the scene around them, “I don't think they even know what a pistol is.”
Cain glanced at the room, then back to D.G. and patted his hip, “I've got your pistol right here.”
That was when D.G. finally cracked and slid to the floor laughing.
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“How long D.G. been like this?”
D.G. could hear the concern in Raw's voice and sat up. “I'm fine, Raw. Really.”
“D.G. sad.” Raw said in a soft voice.
“Not sad, just...” D.G. thought for a minute. “Just homesick.”
Raw stroked her hair, “What D.G. homesick for?”
She could feel her checks warming up. “It's silly.”
“Not silly, if it make D.G. happy.”
“He's right, doll.” D.G. smiled as Glitch slipped into the room. “It doesn't matter how small or silly something is if it makes you happy.”
D.G. took a deep breath, if she couldn't tell her friends what she wanted then who could she tell? “There's this movie, Grease 2. It was one of my...”
Glitch cut her off, “Grease 2?”
D.G. nodded, “Yeah, Sandy's cousin, Michale moves in with his aunt and uncle and ends up at Ridell for his last year of school. He falls for Stephanie, who's the leader of the Pink Ladies, but she says she'll only date a T-Bird, so Michale...
“Grease 2?” Glitch repeated.
“Yeah, Glitch.” D.G. smiled at her friend.
“Grease 2?”
“Oh, geeze. He's glitching again.” D.G. moved to shake her addle-minded friend.
“Not glitching.” Raw said as he stopped her. Suddenly Glitch spring back to movement.
“There's a second Grease and no one told me?!”
“It's only on Earth, Glitch.” D.G. prompted softly. “That's why I've been acting weird.”
“The hell it is.” Glitch spun around and headed for the door. “I'm calling up a travel storm, pronto!”
Edit: After you read this, go watch this video.
D.G. was going through withdrawal.
For a land of muti-colored mini men and dogs made of tree bark there were a surprising amount of crossover in pop culture; D.G. had almost fallen over in shock the one day when Glitch had said that something was “inconceivable” and Cain countered with “I don't think it means what you think it mean.”
But for all of D.G.'s favorite books and music and movies that were in the O.Z. there was one that wasn't and for the last three weeks D.G. had been craving the new class of Ridell High.
Oh, she had watched “Grease” several times in the hope that would end the craving, but it was like eating milk chocolate when you wanted dark chocolate, close but not it.
And now everywhere she looked, everything she heard, it all reminded her of the one thing she couldn't have.
___________________________________________________________________________________
“D.G.!”
“Sorry Tutor.”
“As I was saying, with the papay trees The parts of a flower are so constructed that very, very often the wind will cause pollination. If not, then a bee or any other nectar gathering creature can create the same situation.”
D.G. nearly fell off her chair.
“So it was quite the mystery when the fields started to die.”
The flower's insatiable passion turns its life into a circus of debauchery!
“Do you have a question D.G.?”
She had to keep herself from smirking as she asked, “Where does the pollen go?”
__________________________________________________________________________________
That afternoon D.G. was sitting in one of the receiving rooms with her family. It was some thing to do with a new rotation of bodyguards or something like that. She, her mother and father had already asked their questions and it was Az's turn. If Az was brief then D.G. might just have some extra time before she had her next lesson!
“Mr. Rogerts, I read in your bio that you are a four time regional hand-to-hand champion. You look like you're not even old enough to shave and the you could be knocked over by a stiff wind”
Today the part of the heartless bitch would be played by Az. Ahamo had done it last time.
“Yes miss, I did. I won the first title when I was 16.” He didn't back down from Az's stare. “And looks can be deceiving.”
“Mr. Stuart, is it true that guys like you, you know, mature and all,” Az said that like she was talking to the dirt on her shoe. “Carry some protection with them...”
For sexual occasion?
“Even when they are in the bathroom?”
“That's when you're at your most vulnerable.” Stuart replied.
Az looked the guards over for another minute before saying, “I'm done.”
The guards left by one door and D.G. ran out another, she need to bleach the last five minutes from her mind.
___________________________________________________________________________________
After dinner D.G. met up with Cain for shooting practice
As she followed Cain through the gymnasium she could see guards fighting each other with hands and feet, with foils and broadswords, with sticks and nunchakus , but there was one thing D.G. didn't see.
“Um... Cain?”
“Yeah?”
D.G. motioned to the scene around them, “I don't think they even know what a pistol is.”
Cain glanced at the room, then back to D.G. and patted his hip, “I've got your pistol right here.”
That was when D.G. finally cracked and slid to the floor laughing.
___________________________________________________________________________________
“How long D.G. been like this?”
D.G. could hear the concern in Raw's voice and sat up. “I'm fine, Raw. Really.”
“D.G. sad.” Raw said in a soft voice.
“Not sad, just...” D.G. thought for a minute. “Just homesick.”
Raw stroked her hair, “What D.G. homesick for?”
She could feel her checks warming up. “It's silly.”
“Not silly, if it make D.G. happy.”
“He's right, doll.” D.G. smiled as Glitch slipped into the room. “It doesn't matter how small or silly something is if it makes you happy.”
D.G. took a deep breath, if she couldn't tell her friends what she wanted then who could she tell? “There's this movie, Grease 2. It was one of my...”
Glitch cut her off, “Grease 2?”
D.G. nodded, “Yeah, Sandy's cousin, Michale moves in with his aunt and uncle and ends up at Ridell for his last year of school. He falls for Stephanie, who's the leader of the Pink Ladies, but she says she'll only date a T-Bird, so Michale...
“Grease 2?” Glitch repeated.
“Yeah, Glitch.” D.G. smiled at her friend.
“Grease 2?”
“Oh, geeze. He's glitching again.” D.G. moved to shake her addle-minded friend.
“Not glitching.” Raw said as he stopped her. Suddenly Glitch spring back to movement.
“There's a second Grease and no one told me?!”
“It's only on Earth, Glitch.” D.G. prompted softly. “That's why I've been acting weird.”
“The hell it is.” Glitch spun around and headed for the door. “I'm calling up a travel storm, pronto!”