Random Exercises – OOC Is Serious Business
Sunday, 08Jan23
Category: Characterization Device
Prompt: OOC Is Serious Business
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“Harvey doesn’t whistle anymore.”
Katie stopped drawing and scrunched her nose up at him. “So what?”
Carson knelt down next to Katie on the cold concrete. She had seen some pictures online and was trying to replicate them, making it appear as though there were a cavernous pit in the middle of the sidewalk. From the right direction, you’d almost swear you could fall in. From Carson’s present angle, it looked like a movie when you got stuck in the very front row of the theater. You could kind of tell what it was supposed to be, but it was flat and distorted.
The December wind gusted across the cul-de-sac, and Carson tucked his hands beneath his armpits for warmth. “Like, what would it take for you to just stop drawing?”
Katie’s hands were pale where they weren’t blotched with kaleidoscopic chalk dust, but she bent over to resume her picture regardless. “Why would I stop drawing?”
“That’s my point. Something really big would have to happen to you for you to stop drawing, right? Like, something serious or sad or scary.”
“I mean, I guess so.” She said. She exchanged a pale blue for dark gray, and began to fill in a big section with heavy even strokes, the chalk scraping across the pavement with a regular shrrrrrk-shrrrk-shrrrrk. “But that’s different. I mean, drawing’s like a skill. It’s art. It’s what I want to do. Whistling’s just…” She paused her scraping to consider. “Whistling’s trivial,” she concluded, pleased with the vocabulary word. “He doesn’t even know he’s doing it half the time.”
“He’s not doing it at all anymore. Don’t you think that’s weird?” The frozen pavement sapped Carson’s body heat through the legs of his jeans, so he stood up and rubbed his knees.
Katie had solved that particular problem with hockey pads. “How do you even know he stopped? Maybe he’s just been doing it when you weren’t around.”
“I first noticed it on Tuesday, because we had basketball in gym, and he always does the Harlem Globetrotters song. Always. But on Tuesday, he didn’t.”
“Maybe someone made fun of him for it.”
“That’s never stopped him before. Anyway, I noticed it then, and then I guess I was already feeling like something was wrong, because it just felt… off. But I couldn’t figure out what it was. So I started paying attention to him, and I haven’t heard him whistle a note in the five days since then.”
Katie finished filling in one of the crevasse’s cracks, and then stood to examine her handiwork from the proper angle. “So okay, maybe something happened. Did you ask him about it?”
“I did. Right after school on Friday. I just laid it out: ‘Harvey, how come you stopped whistling?’”
He paused, and Katie scowled. “Well?”
“He said that he hadn’t stopped whistling. And then when I told him about the basketball and everything else, he said that I was imagining things. And then I kinda got mad, because he was acting like I was being stupid. Not even confused, but just like I was making some kind of stupid joke. So I told him to prove it by whistling right then.”
“How was that supposed to prove anything?”
“I don’t know, I was mad. But then he couldn’t do it!”
“Well, he probably didn’t like being told to whistle on command, but… Wait, did you say wouldn’t or couldn’t?”
“He tried, Katie!” Carson’s mop of hair was at the mercy of the winds, and his eyes glistened. “I saw him try to do it, and he couldn’t. He tried to pass it off like that, that he wasn’t going to do it just because I told him, but I saw him try, and I saw him look scared when it didn’t work.”
“Are you suggesting that Harvey forgot how to whistle?”
Carson chewed on his lower lip for a while, his cheeks and nose reddened from the cold. “I’m suggesting,” he said at last. “That he’s not Harvey.”
Random Exercises – “Number Two”
So here’s the plan. I decided I wanted to do some daily writing exercises to random prompts. For as long as I feel like it, I’ll try to write at least 500 words every day, inspired by a random prompt from the TVTropes Story Generator. https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/storygen.php
That generator produces seven categories: Setting, Plot, Narrative Device, Hero, Villain, Character As Device, and Characterization Device. I don’t want to try to do all of those in 500 words, so the day of the week will determine the category for the day.
So let’s begin…
Saturday, 07Jan23
Category: Character As Device
Prompt: Number Two – https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NumberTwo
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“Captain, the crew are worried. They—”
Captain Ankur pored over her charts as though her study could change them. She did not turn around at Rigella’s statement, but the clink of porcelain interrupted it all the same. Her teacup had vibrated just a little against the saucer; subtle but audible in the tiny metal cabin. “If you have questions about my orders, Stellis, spit them out. Don’t put them in the mouths of the crew.”
Rigella adjusted her collar, where the stiff fabric was clinging to the perspiration on her neck. “Permission to speak freely, Captain?”
The Captain turned to face her and leaned against the navigation table, folding her arms. “If this conversation must occur, Stellis, let’s have it quickly.” The bags under her eyes were darker, and her breath stank of unbrushed teeth.
“The crew are worried, Captain, but I share their concerns. The orders regarding that container are irregular and go against several of our usual cargo-handling protocols. That, on top of the triple-shifts and our classified destination…” Rigella trailed off. Though she had, in fact, begun to connect the dots, the only logical conclusion stuck in her throat.
“I suppose engineering has the usual complaints about the engines as well.”
“They do, Captain, but that’s not why I’m here.”
Delsie Ankur’s jaw was set, her eyes bloodshot and bored. “Say it, then.”
“Are we headed for the Eltic homeworld, Captain?”
Captain Ankur held her stare for a moment, then blinked. She turned away, seeking out her teacup to cover the broken eye contact. She cradled it in both hands, sipping before she replied. “That’s classified, of course, but you think we are. That’s why you’re here?”
“I’m here because I fear that secrecy is being used to hide an illegal mission from the crew.”
“And if that were the case, Lieutenant…” The Captain paused, taking the occasion to finish what remained of her tea in one big swallow. “If that were the case, don’t you think that would be for the best?”
“Captain?”
“If we were, in fact, carrying out an… illegal mission,” she coated the word with contempt, “would it be preferable to order the crew to carry out that illegal mission, with the full knowledge of the implications? Do you think that would produce the best outcome?”
“The crew is required to refuse an illegal order, Captain.”
“And suppose that mission, while illegal, was necessary. What then?”
“And you, Captain, are required to refuse an illegal mission.”
Captain Ankur attempted to place her teacup onto the saucer once more, but the tremor was worse now, and she sent the teacup and saucer together tumbling to the floor, where they shattered.
“Damn,” whispered the Captain, but she left the pieces where they lay, gripping the edge of the map table with white-knuckled hands.
Rigella resisted the urge to soothe the Captain’s distress or clean up the mess. Neither were her fault or responsibility.
Instead, she fought her weary muscles and sweat-slicked uniform to stand at attention.
In the silence of the tiny metal cabin, the ship’s engines whined through the floor, and the Captain’s breath was strained and uneven.
“Are we having that conversation then, Rigella?”
“Is that conversation necessary, Captain?”
“If it’s not us, it will be someone else.”
“That is out of my jurisdiction, Captain. I only have authority on this ship, and it is subordinate to yours…”
The captain was looking at the broken teacup. “Except under certain conditions,” she finished.
“Yes, Captain. Have those conditions been met?”
Captain Ankur stood up, adjusted her cap, and met Rigella’s gaze. “Not today.”
“Orders, Captain?”
“Yes, Lieutenant. Tell the crew to eject that container into space, and then get me command on the line.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Does this assuage your concerns, Lieutenant?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Good,” she said. “Dismissed.”
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