The lady on the doorstep looked down at him and smiled. She
was wearing a black dress with all kinds of outer space things on it. There was
one part of the design that looked blacker than the rest of the dress. Timothy
looked intently at it but couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He looked up
at the lady. “Hi! My mom wants to know what you’re here for.”
She crouched down and looked him in the eye. “I came to talk
to your mom. Can you tell her Jill is here to see her? She’ll know what that
means.”
Timothy nodded and ran back down the hall. “She said to tell
you Jill is here to see you.”
His mother opened the door and looked down at him, her face
pale. “Jill?” She looked around the hallway frantically. “Tell her I’ll be
right out. Let her sit in the living room. Be nice, and offer her something to
drink.”
She shut the door with a click and Timothy ran back to the
front door. “She said for you to wait for here in the living room, she won’t be
too long,” he said breathlessly.
Jill smiled and stepped inside. She slipped off her shiny
black high-heel shoes and set them on the mat by the door, then stepped onto
the plush carpet and wiggled her toes. “That’s a nice carpet you’ve got there,
Timothy.”
He smiled and pointed at the couch. “I’m watching my shows.
You can watch with me, if you want.”
“That sounds lovely, thank you.”
Jill went to the couch and sat down. She set her shiny black
purse on the couch beside her and patted it lightly. Timothy sat down on the
floor with his tray and then remembered the drink. He popped back up again. “I
almost forgot, I’m supposed to offer you something to drink. We have orange
juice and milk and water, or I can make coffee or tea if you like. Mom taught
me last month.”
Jill smiled. “Thank you, Timothy. I’ll be fine with just a
glass of water, if that’s okay.”
He nodded and ran to the kitchen. He found a glass in the
drainer, so he didn’t have to pull a chair over to look in the cupboard, which
was good since his mother didn’t like him climbing up like that. He carefully
poured water from the filter pitcher into the glass and brought it out to the
living room. He slid a coaster over to in front of Jill and set the glass on
top of it.
“Here you go!”
“Well, thank you, Timothy.” Jill picked up the glass and
took a small sip. “This is very good water. I appreciate it.”
“No problem,” he said, and sat back down by his tray.
“Timothy,” said Jill a few moments later, “I have something
for you.”
Timothy looked around at Jill. “What is it?”
She smiled and reached into her purse. When she withdrew her
hand, it was curled around something small.
She held out her hand and opened it slowly, palm up.
Timothy’s eyes widened.
On her palm sat a tiny figurine of Pikachu.
Timothy reached out to touch the figurine, then looked up at
Jill questioningly. She nodded, so he picked it up.
The Pikachu was about 1 inch tall and felt a bit warm to the
touch. Timothy examined it carefully. It was incredibly realistic, with little
hairs carved into the resin that formed it.
He looked back up at Jill. “Are you sure?” he asked. “It
looks like a special collector’s item.”
“It is. But I got it just for you, special. You do like Pokémon, right?”
Timothy nodded and sat back down. He held the little
figurine gently in his hand. It was amazing.
Your character has a sudden craving for almond cookies with cheese
ice-cream.
Robin was on the plane to Armenia when the craving hit. She
pressed the button for a steward.
The woman who came to her seat was young and very pretty. “Can
I help you?”
“Yes, I’m afraid I’m having a bit of a craving, and I’m
hoping you might be able to help me.”
“We’ll do our best, of course, ma’am, but I can’t guarantee
anything.”
Robin nodded and closed her eyes briefly, zeroing in on the
feeling. “Almond cookies?” she said, opening her eyes again.
The stewardess frowned. “We might have some on board. I’ll
look.”
Robin nodded. “That’s all I ask. Oh, and cheese ice cream.”
The other woman grimaced. “Cheese… ice cream?”
Robin sighed. “Yes, I know, it sounds weird to me, too. But
that’s what I need.”
“We… might have some cheese and some vanilla ice cream in
the galley. Will that be okay?”
“Definitely. I can mix things as needed.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I have things ready for you.”
“Thank you so
much. I really appreciate it.”
The stewardess nodded and left for the galley. Based on her
gait, she was planning to tell the rest of the crew about the crazy passenger
who wanted to eat the weirdest food ever.
Robin sighed and leaned back in her seat. She’d be glad when
these cravings stopped. Whatever the reason for them, she figured there had to
be an end.
A mysterious stranger gives your character a quest. They must deliver group
hugs to Alya.
Robin’s plane touched down in Yerevan without incident, and
she deplaned easily. She was met by a driver at the gate, and they collected
her baggage easily.
Once in the limousine on the way to the consulate, the
driver held up a small box. “I am to give you this,” he said in
heavily-accented English. “It is for you to deliver.”
Robin frowned at the package. “But I have something to
deliver already.”
“This is extra.”
She took the box and turned it over in her hands. “What is
it?”
The driver held up an envelope. “Instructions.”
Robin took the envelope and opened it. The usual mission
briefing papers were inside. She sighed and read through them, feeling more and
more confused as she went.
The box contained a group of something called HUGs, which
apparently stood for Homing Undulating Gyroscopes. This was odd enough; the box
was small enough that one HUG must be as small as a house fly. But the
strangest thing here was that she was supposed to deliver this box of HUGs to
Alya, a Slovenian pop singer. She was in Yerevan for a concert that night. The
envelope even contained VIP tickets to the concert, complete with backstage
passes and a meet and greet with the singer.
“I guess I’m going out tonight,” Robin murmured, and settled
back into the leather seat, tucking the box and envelope into her purse.
Your character dreams about pride and Golden Ticket to Dancing with the
Stars.
Alaina was dreaming again. This time it wasn’t about Sirona.
She dreamed, instead, that she was a ballroom dancer and was
competing to enter Dancing with the Stars. Somehow she and her partner were the
best dancers there, and they received the Golden Ticket (she didn’t even know
if there was a Golden Ticket to get on the show). And she was so very proud of
their efforts.
She woke up smiling and confused.
Did your character just see Spewpa? Or was it something else?
Timothy set the little Pikachu figurine on his dresser next
to the Iron Man figurine. He sat on his bed and looked at both. His mother was
in the living room talking with Jill, and he could tell from her face when she
told him to go to his room that eavesdropping would definitely not be tolerated.
He went to his closet and checked on the box that held Princess
Luna. His pirates hadn’t moved from their container, which was a relief.
Likewise, Luna had remained in her place except for when he took her out
himself for his nightly prayers.
When he turned around, he thought he saw something skitter
across the floor near the dresser. He moved slowly back to the dresser and
knelt down to look underneath it.
“Spewpa?” he said.
The little bug turned and fixed its wide eyes on him. The little
flecks of colour on its white body shimmered and moved from side to side. Then
it squeaked and skittered away, toward the wall.
It disappeared in a small puff of sparkly smoke, and Timothy
blinked and shook his head as he sat back up on his heels.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” he said, repeating a line from Alice in Wonderland, which had been one
of his favourite Disney movies as a kindergartener.
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