Luna Martinez

@luna-martinez

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wewerechildrenwerenotnow

Phase: Day Eight

“I don’t think any of the brainy kids have figured out if it’s us or the satellites or the phones.” The idea that some random person had swapped out her phone for a clone made her skin crawl. She hated this whole thing so much. Her phone was a part of her.

Sprout flicked her hair over her shoulder. “I do have that effect.” There were too many people interested in breaking barriers in her family. She tried to keep up where she could, but she stuck out largely by fading in. She was the normal one. “But I wouldn’t want to keep you from something that’s fun. And if we won’t get caught, then it’s probably okay.”

She choked out a laugh. “I can not call him that in public.” He would get a very different kind of reputation. Poppy had set a very precise standard with her conquests and Lola intended to follow in her sister’s footsteps. “But yeah, we should look for him. I don’t want to bully him into dating me, but I don’t have Poppy’s natural charm and wit. I don’t know how it’s going to work yet.” The uncertainty felt like electricity crackling under her skin. There was so much potential, but it was a mystery how it would be unleashed.

“Kinda. Obsessive thoughts, fluttering heart. The kind of thing that should make you think you need a doctor, but it’s… nice.” And she knew when you should need a doctor.

Looking at Eli was a punch to the gut that reminded her of gorging on candy or spinning around until she was dizzy. He captivated her.

She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t. Her dad had a whole powerpoint presentation on the turbo cancer risk with vaping. She’d seen the blisters it created on the lungs. But it was the end of the world and she wanted to feel cool. Besides, Luna always picked good flavors. She glanced around to make sure no one was looking before taking a quick hit. “Thanks. I think I needed that.”

"That's weird right? That they can't?" Surely it wasn't that hard to figure out how things were supposed to work and then go from there. "What does your sister think?" Luna would probably regret asking but she was a little interested to know.

"We won't," she assured her quickly. The fact that Sprout was considering it was great, she didn't want to waste this chance. Doing anything not related to Poppy would be so good. "And if we do, I'll take the fall okay? You won't get in trouble. I swear. I'm used to taking the heat."

"Okay we'll look for him." She pondered the bullying thing. "Am I allowed to bully him a little when you do start dating? Just like... gently. I won't be actually mean." Luna smiled at her. "You can do it. Just turn those big eyes on him. Won't be able to resist."

"I'll keep an eye out for stuff like that." It wasn't like she was inexperienced. Luna had done stuff with people but it wasn't anything worth talking about. It was just what you did when you got to this age. Kind of like vaping and drinking and getting tattoos.

Sprout always said no, but this time she didn't. Luna was proud of her. "I think you did too," she agreed, "shit is stressful round here."

#with: sprout #phase: day eight

wewerechildrenwerenotnow

Phase: Day Eight

“I haven’t been able to call anyone who isn’t here, so I don’t know.” Sprout really should have paid better attention at holding onto information. She was regretting it now, but not enough to go look it up in a textbook. Then she’d have to visit the school. No thank you.

She smiled at her friend, eyes widening. “I didn’t know this was like your thing. Have you just been waiting for an opportunity?” They were both devious, but they didn’t cross the line into anything too serious. This felt like taking a small step closer to the serious side of things. At least there weren’t real consequences right now.

“It is,” Sprout nodded. There was nothing more she valued in a boy than silence. “He’s in like three of our classes. His name is Eli. I think he’s also in glass blowing, which is very dangerous. It’s an interesting kind of danger though.”

Luna had a good point. A boy could be a new source of validation, but there were risks. The risks would have to outweigh the rest and she hadn’t decided if that was true in his case yet. “I think if you’re planning it, you’re probably thinking too hard. Maybe you’re ace/aro and it never happens. That’s totally cool with me. But most of the time, I think that it just sorta,” she shrugged, “I don’t know, like your body reacts when you see them.”

"Yeah, same. I tried pretty much everyone I know who doesn't go to this school. Not a single call went through." It was so fucking weird, but she had been trying not to think about it. She couldn't fix it so why spend time on it worrying?

Luna smiled back. "I mean kind of? Not really? I used to do that kind of stuff in Cali but it's why I got sent here to live with my hardass uncle. I've been trying to turn over a new leaf or whatever. You've been a good influence."

"Eli the blower, okay," she said. Luna didn't know anyone called Eli which kind of annoyed her because she wanted to know what Sprout's type was. "Should we look for him so we can make him ask you on a date?"

"Oh," Luna replied, thinking about bodily reactions. "You get sweaty or something?" she asked. Her fingers finally found her vape and she pulled it victoriously from her bag. She put it to her lips and breathed deeply, holding it in her lungs before sighing it out. It made her feel like a dragon when she did that. And that calmed her. "You want?"

#phase: day eight #with: sprout

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Phase: Day Eight

“But do they work now that phones are weird? Or is it just that we’re weird and the phones are fine?” Sprout should have been paying more attention in science, but it made her brain scream. She was only trying to be good at because Poppy was. As soon as she was done studying, she shoved all of the knowledge out of her brain.

Sprout considered it. If they were just window shopping with plans to take small things, that had to be morally okay. She could replace anything, or rather, her parents could. “I do like to snoop. Okay, as long as we stay far away from those maintenance people. I don’t want to get caught.”

She scooted forwards. “There’s not a ton to tell.” She really wished there was. Life was so much fun when you had a little secret nestled in your chest, but she was still sussing out the situation. “He’s not very talkative, which is a very attractive quality. I don’t need other people talking over me. And he’s handsome. He’s new, which makes him way better than the most of the guys in our class.”

Now this was a wrench. It was dangerous to have three people always hanging out together. Things could go lopsided so easily. “If you’re not planning to have one, why do you want me to have one? Also, I don’t think your feelings are based on who is single and who isn’t. Your actions probably should be, but that comes later.”

"I think so?" Luna was definitely not sure though. "I think it just needs a sim card right? Maybe ask someone who is smarter than me though."

"Yesssss!" Luna was extremely excited for this. She would just go alone but it would not be as fun as it would if Sprout did it with her. "You're my partner in petty crime. We will stay out of their way, promise." This was going to be the best. Way better than spying on Poppy doing boring shit.

"Wow." Luna could not believe she'd never heard about this before. "It is good when boys exercise their right to shut up," she agreed. She ran through anyone at school she would consider new but she didn't pay a lot of attention to too many other people so she came up blank. "What's his name? Is he in any of our classes?"

"I want you to have one because I want you to feel validated." She shrugged. "I just want you to be as happy as you can. If a boy does that then that's cool." Luna started digging around in her bag trying to find her vape. This was stressing her out. "Yeah I just don't even know where to start you know?"

#phase: day eight #with: sprout

wewerechildrenwerenotnow

Phase: Day Seven

There was no rest on the seventh day. Not when the whole world was about to change.

Again.

It was time to establish a new normal, a new government. To leave behind the tragedies and lies of the past. A new dawn.

A blood red one.

So press play, and go.

Luna was doing a whole lot of nothing much. She didn't do very well when left to her own devices. It was a big part of the reason she had even been sent to West Ham to begin with. There was a saying about idle minds... but Luna couldn't remember it.

She'd just been walking, seeing what caught her attention until Sprout let her come hang out. How she ended up outside of the school was anybody's guess. But when she saw who was on the school steps... inspiration struck.

Luna had visited Christian a few times already since she'd enrolled at this school. Bad grades and threats of all kinds drove her into his toilet office. He had helped her every time, somehow. He was magic and she loved that he was an option. The payment hadn't even been that bad either.

Meandering over to him, she smiled as she approached. "Hi," she lifted her hand in a half wave. "Are you still offering your services?"

@christiandumotier

#phase: day seven #with: christian

wewerechildrenwerenotnow

Phase: Day Eight

“That is an excellent point.” She did not need Poppy in her business. It would make things way too complicated. Not to mention stalking Poppy would be impossible if she knew their little icons were right on top of each other. “Maybe I should get some kind of burner phone.”

Luna was right, but it still felt wrong. If someone was rifling through all of her things she would go crazy. Those were hers. No one else was allowed to touch them. As the youngest, she could steal from her sisters but they could not do it back to her. That was the rules. “Hmmm, I guess we can look around and see if there’s anything good.” Browsing wasn’t the same as stealing, but maybe no one would miss their magazines. Or books. Or makeup. Or hair accessories.

Her eyes widened. “You know, I did have my eye on someone before all this started but they’ve basically disappeared.” She’d tried looking for him, but it was useless. He was the most heavily guarded secret in this town now.

“But if I got a boyfriend, you’d have to get a partner, too. I’m not making my boyfriend a third wheel to us. He needs someone to hang out with, while you and I are talking about important things.” That was non-negotiable. She wouldn’t make anyone feel left out, that was the absolute worst feeling in the world. And she couldn’t do that to Luna or her future boyfriend.

"That's what I thought," Luna agreed with a nod. "You could get a burner. Add it to the list baby."

"For definitely. Even if we don't find anything good or take stuff that isn't needed, I think it would be fun to look. Like an adventure. Who needs apps?" She was trying very hard to make it sound exciting. Less time spent following Poppy around was time well spent in Luna's eyes.

"What?" Luna pulled back at the statement. "Who?? You never mentioned that before."

Luna cringed a little. The idea of dating didn't really appeal to her right now. She was focused on other stuff. "I don't like anyone though," she told her. "I don't even know who's single. We could always sit in a circle with your boyfriend so he doesn't feel left out."

#with: sprout #phase: day eight

wewerechildrenwerenotnow

Phase: Day Eight

“I don’t know.” Sprout glanced around, but she couldn’t see her sister’s signature auburn hair anywhere. “Wish she’d let me be on her find my friend list,” she mumbled. To be fair, it had taken work to get Sprout’s hair just right today, so she’d lost track of time. Even if she hadn’t, though, she imagined that Poppy would have snuck out anyways. She was even harder to track than usual lately.

She let Luna pull her upright, the world tilting in front of her eyes. “Should we be going through other people’s stuff? I tried to take some magazines from the dairy and the clerk yelled at me about scarcity. If we can’t take things from stores, can we trust that they won’t like, throw us in fake jail for taking things from people’s houses.” She knew that with no signs of other people for the last week, it was becoming more unlikely that things would be fixed soon. Still, the idea of looting from them made the whole thing too real. They were really stuck. Without internet. Forever. She blew out a frustrated breath. “We can’t live like this. I need validation from somewhere. If I can’t get it from my parents or online, what am I… what are we supposed to do?”

"Wouldn't she know be able to know where you are too though?" she asked. Luna had hung out with Sprout enough to know that she didn't always want Poppy knowing she was just a phone call away. Or even less. She'd probably make her start wearing a bell.

Luna shrugged. "It's not like they're here to notice. The houses people still live in can be off limits. But it doesn't hurt anyone to use what's not in use." She frowned. "They wouldn't let you take a magazine? What the fuck. It's not like you can eat those." On the list of valuable resources they were like waaaaay down the bottom in Luna's opinion. "There's no cops. No rules right now. They're still having meetings about that shit. The best time to do it is now so we can't get in trouble."

Luna was a little offended that her validation wasn't enough. But she wasn't going to say that. "You should get a boyfriend or something. I think they're good for that."

#phase: day eight #with: sprout

wewerechildrenwerenotnow

Phase: Day Eight

Sprout hoped that the picnic would be incredible. There were so many opportunities for her to spy on people. The trouble was, there were almost too many people. She couldn’t find Poppy or any of her friends. It felt like a complete waste without being learn to something that none of them would tell her.

Fortunately, Luna was sharing the shade of her as she tried desperately to make her phone work. “Of course I do. My dad would never let me leave the house without it.” It wasn’t his specialty, but he had colleagues that loved to talk about gen-z not being sun safe.

She whacked her phone against the grass. “What is the use of this thing if all of my apps are gone? I’m so bored all the time now. I tried going to the library but all the magazines I saw were super out of date and it looked like some were missing. And I doubt the little helper squad or whatever even cares.” She flopped back dramatically.

Luna was relieved that Sprout's response to her comment about no doctors wasn't that Poppy would save her life. She didn't know if she had it in her to make Sprout think she believed the hype today. "That's good. Is your sister here?" she asked her. Things would go better if she could anticipate losing her best friend's attention at any moment.

Luna reached for Sprout and tugged on her arm to pull her back up. "You want magazines? We can get some. I bet people are leaving those in their looting. Or we could go exploring. Some people keep them in those weird racks to read while they're taking a dump." She couldn't relate. Luna did normal things, like spiral over dumb shit.

#with: sprout #phase: day eight

Jacks didn’t believe in self pity. Self pity was something rich people did to make themselves feel better. But with Blair dispatched with his mission, she was left with the quiet, and far less to do than she’d had to think about in the last week. She hated silence. She was terrible at it. That’s why she resented Blair playing a sport with away games.

So she’d been organizing supplies. All kinds of supplies. Gardening. Party. School. And she rarely even went to school. But if Dante planned to make good on his requisition threats, she needed to figure out what she needed to disappear and how.

Which was why the knocking at her door kind of scared the shit out of her. Luckily, Luna’s nerves quickly alleviated the tension.

Jacks yanked the wide door to the side to let the frosh in. “Lunar Eclipse. What can I do you for? Or are you here to observe the fall of Western civilization?” She was Western civilization here, obviously.

"Hey," Luna greeted Jacks, stepping inside. She felt her shoulders relax, like they'd been up around her ears before she was so fucking tense. Now that she knew she didn't have to turn around and walk all the way back home she felt better.

"Can I just hang out for a bit?" she asked. "I've had a really fucked up day. And night. And I just need to not be home by myself."

Luna looked around for Blair but she couldn't see him. "How was last night for you guys? It looked like everyone was having fun." From what she could remember, which was admittedly not a whole fucking lot considering how drunk she got.

#u guys let me know when you want blair rockin up #with: jacks #with: blair #phase: day eleven

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Phase: Day Twelve

The lights are on, but no one’s home. Noah’s house is still smoking, and the mysteries are piling up. Oh, and there’s that government thing to worry about. Might need a criminal justice system like now.

So press play, and go.

This day fucking sucked. Her head hurt, her eyes felt like they shouldn't be in her head, she felt sick, her back hurt. She was dehydrated as fuck, and not really sure why she hadn't tried to do anything about that when she got into Sprout's house. But at least Sprout was alive and she didn't hate her. She wouldn't have known what to do with either of those things.

Luna was supposed to be going home to sleep and shower so she could come back to hang out with Sprout but she found herself heading over the other side of town. Her mind was spinning with all the events from the last 16 hours. She wouldn't be able to fall asleep if she wanted to.

She'd been to the house fire already to search for Sprout's phone, but she hadn't found anything. Not outside, anyway. Either someone already took it or it was inside, and the scorched empty husk of a home was still smoking. It scared her to think about Sprout in there. That she might not have gotten out. She wanted to shake her for being so stupid, all for her sister's approval. Fuck she hated Poppy for making Sprout feel like she had to earn that.

She'd made her way to Jacks' warehouse. Kind of without thinking, if she was honest, but she was glad this is where she'd ended up. Luna knocked on the side door. "Jacks? Blair? It's Luna!" she called.

@jacksatwood

#phase: day twelve #with: jacks #with: blair

wewerechildrenwerenotnow

Phase: Day Eight

Well that went smoothly, didn’t it? No guns were drawn. No dead bodies appeared. What’s a threat to turn off utilities between friends?

But once power is placed in chosen leaders’ hands, it’s time to start leading. Making the hard decisions. The ones that may make us wonder if leaders can really be trusted at all.

So press play, and go.

Luna didn't want to be here, not really. Having a giant picnic with everyone she went to school with?? She didn't like being around them in a normal situation, but now it was pretty much the only option she had. At least Sprout was there. She could handle most things if Sprout was there.

She sat down next to her under the shade of a tree. It was fucking hot today. Luna was going to wait until some of the people cleared away from the tables so she didn't sweat her makeup off in line. It had taken her 45 minutes to get her winged liner right. "Do you have sunscreen on?" she asked Sprout, pulling a bottle of it out of her bag. "Your pasty ass needs it in this heat. Melanoma is no joke. No fucking doctors around to save your life."

@lolasprout

#phase: day eight #with: sprout

“It would have been nice and, I mean, there are so many people in this town that could be shopping here but go to New York because they have the better stores.” It wasn’t fair. She shouldn’t have to hop on a train to get the best options. The income bracket in town was clearly high enough to put them in the luxury category.

Lucy nodded her head, taking a mental note. She would leave very detailed instructions for her siblings. She might also need to stop by the stationary store and see if they had any pink envelopes. Much like the old starlets, she was fond of spritzing a little perfume on her envelopes to aid in the sensory experience, but she was running out of them. “I’ll let them know.”

She had thought it once already but Luna’s smile really did transform her whole face. It was magical. She felt like this would be an excellent mentee to take on. So willing to learn and with distinctive taste. “Thank you so much. I have so many more stops to go today, popularity never stops.” She shook her head ruefully. “I won’t keep you any longer, but I’m so happy to have you on my team. Our team. Besos.”

Luna hadn't had that experience. Her uncle and aunt didn't have time for stuff like that and with her not doing great at school she didn't really get those kinds of "privileges". Maybe she and Sprout would have done it together over summer. Luna hoped they'd get home soon so they could. "Yeah. We're really missing out here." A girls day trip on the train to New York sounded like a dream.

Luna believed it. A girl as well loved as Lucy probably had people blowing up her phone all the time. Luna didn't even have Sprout to do that anymore, but she was fixing that.

"Thank you. I won't let you down. I promise." She didn't know why she was acting like this. Something about Lucy made her want to impress her. She ignored the nagging thought that she was stupid for feeling that way. If Sprout wanted to impress Poppy so badly why couldn't Luna want to impress Lucy?

"See you later," she said, waving her off. Luna watched Lucy leave. She needed to get back to Sprout's house as quick as possible. She was going to freak.

(fin.)

#phase: day twelve #with: lucy

“Don’t remind me.” She missed the polished wood and the crisp smell of Tiffany’s. Audrey was right, nothing bad could happen to you there. “I once asked the city if they would consider reaching out to them, but they weren’t interested.”

Lucy had never written a letter of recommendation, but she was confident that it wasn’t hard. And her endorsement should really be enough for anyone, especially in this new world they were living in. “I will get at least ten copies sent over to your house by either Francesca or Augusto.” Whichever was free would have to do it, she was simply too busy.

It hadn’t occur to her to receive a letter in return, but her ego did enjoy the prospect. “I would love one.” She would have to remember to collect ones from the other people she asked. “I think you have a very strong future ahead of you.”

"That's fucked up," Luna replied, managing to make her face look appalled. She really couldn't care less about Tiffany's but it felt like the right thing to say for Lucy's approval of her. "They could have at least tried."

"Thanks," she said. "If I'm not here they can just leave it in the mailbox." Every moment she had that she wasn't working on prom stuff she'd be with Sprout. She needed her right now.

Luna couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She knew she shouldn't care what anyone else thought of her, but this was Lucy. It meant something. She'd gone from failing her classes and disappointing her family to having a strong future in the space of ten minutes. "I'll make sure I have it ready next time I see you."

#with: lucy #phase: day twelve

“I’m very well connected, I just don’t have a need for metallurgy.” She wasn’t sure what Luna was doing. Nor did she actually want to know. “Anything I want comes from Tiffany’s.”

Lucy flipped her hair over her should triumphantly. She was very organized and she liked people noticing it. She had her whole life color coded. That’s why she was so good at running things. “Thank you. There’s a cute little store in town that does the most interesting stationary. It’s a must if you want to be truly organized.”

Luna had a lovely smile. It was more than a little hesitant, like Francesca’s, but it suited her well. “That was me. This is our best way to keep in touch.” She had been curious about Luna initially but the girl’s initiative and ambition both surprised and intrigued her. “Of course. I’d be honored to write you a letter of recommendation if you need it.” Provided she did good work, but Lucy had no problem making sure the work would be up to her standard.

Luna resisted the urge to ask if they could do medals at Tiffany's. She was 99% certain the answer was no, and she didn't want Lucy to think she was uncool for needing to ask. "There's no Tiffany's here though, is there?"

Luna did not want to be truly organised. Her whole thing kind of relied on the opposite. Sprout might like that though, so she tucked the information away for later. Maybe she'd return to her house with a gift basket of stuff she'd collected for her around town. New phone, stolen medal, cute stationery. Maybe like some flowers or some shit too.

"I will be needing it," she said. Luna didn't know what for exactly, but having the most popular girl in town's endorsement would probably be a good thing to have on hand. Just whip it out when the situation called for it. "I think that's all I need for now." Luna managed to hold in her smile. "How about you? I could write you a letter to recommend you as a prom planner if you want."

#phase: day twelve #with: lucy

What a strange question. It did lead her to be grateful that the crowns and sashes for prom had already been ordered. They could use the ones the school had. But a medal wasn’t really her forte. She found sports obnoxious. “No. I imagine one of the more nerdy boys might now how but I’m not really friends with nerds.”

Lucy hadn’t considered that the band would need to practice. She assumed they already had a roster of songs they could play. “They don’t have much of a choice, but I will be sure to ask them.” She added that to her to-do list on her phone. “Our requests will be fairly straight forward.”

After taking her phone back, she sent Luna a quick test text. “You were the first person I thought of. I’m sure there will be many more people and I will let you know about them by tomorrow at the latest.”

"Oh okay. I just thought the popular kids were well connected or whatever. It's cool." She'd figure it out one way or another. Maybe someone had a spare one in their empty house they weren't using.

Damn. Harsh but kinda funny. At least they'd have a playlist if their set sucked. "Okay cool. Sounds like you're all over it. Very organised."

The first person? Wow. Luna stood up straighter, letting the compliment go straight to her head. It was almost too good to be true, this entire conversation. Would Sprout even believe her if she told her all of it?

"My butt pocket just buzzed, guessing that was you?" she said. "Sounds good. Thanks for asking me. Can I put this on my resume?"

#phase: day twelve #with: lucy

“Of course, please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” There were a lot of things Lucy wouldn’t agree to doing, but she could potentially arrange a bouquet. She had a very cute set of gardening gloves. And, luckily, there were people like Anu who actually wanted to do the gross stuff.

“No, all of it is exciting. I mean that the band is fairly limited in what they can play. Because of the instruments. They don’t have an 808 or synthesizers. It’s different.” Very classy but a tiny bit boring. She wasn’t looking forward to slow dancing with the less than desirable boys she was stuck with.

“It will be very cool. Tali and I, we have a lot of experience with making excellent parties. This will be the best one we’ve had here so far. You can count on that.” They usually had more help, but that was just a tiny detail here. There had to be enough resources in town to throw a good prom. She wouldn’t accept anything else.

The timeline was what it was. She couldn’t make people wait too long for such an exciting event. They needed to keep up momentum. “I’m confident that we’ll make it work.” Signing something would be smart, then she could sue people if they neglected their duties. Unfortunately, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “No, but I will need your number for the group chat.” She handed over her phone.

"Do you know anyone who knows how to make a medal?" she asked.

"Gotcha." Luna nodded slowly. "Is a week going to be enough time for them to practice for this?" She almost felt like she was breaking rank to ask, but if they wanted specific songs played they'd need some warning. Being in band didn't mean they were good at it.

Luna hadn't been to a party thrown by Lucy to compare it to. She tended to stick to anything thrown by Jacks. But she seemed to be pretty confident. "Alright. You sound very sure, so that's good."

Luna felt herself buzzing with excitement when Lucy handed her her phone. She held it with reverence, careful not to drop it. It was the latest one and she didn't have any cracks in her screen or anything. She definitely was really rich. Luna typed in her name and number, putting a little crescent moon emoji next to her name. Sprout would be so jealous if she could see her right now. "There you go," she said. "Do you know who else is helping out yet?"

#phase: day twelve #with: lucy

Lucy’s eyes widened. “Madre de Dios.” She had no idea this was happening. How was that possible? Someone really needed to figure out a better system than group texts. It was letting them all down. “I’ll pray for her recovery.” Wherever they were, God was still listening. “I’m sorry about Sprout.” The name still didn’t sound right to her but she wasn’t going to give her opinion on that. Yet.

She was surprised by how many questions Luna had. Not only had her speech made the girl curious, she was more than interested. That was good. They needed workers to make everything come together well. “Every dance need performers obvio. We’re probably going to use the school band but there will be breaks for something more exciting music wise, probably a playlist,” It’s not like they could get a big name to perform when they didn’t know how to leave. “A nomination committee is a group of people that help pick prom court before people start to vote. There’s a whole campaign involved usually but that might have to be cut short a little.”

Timing was where things became tricky. “We’re hoping to have everything done in a week. I know that’s a short time frame, but things move very fast here.” This was the one area where she worried about overworking people. It’s not like an event planning staff, these were amateurs. “We’ll delay if we need to.” They absolutely would not but you didn’t get people on board by telling the truth.

"Oh, okay," Luna said, not expecting her to want to pray. Kinda weird but it probably wouldn't hurt to get God on the case if they were real. "Thanks." She'd tell her about this. Another popular girl worrying about her, she'd love it.

"Wait, the playlist is the exciting part?" she asked, wanting to get things clear in her head. Luna almost blurted out that she played the drums, but she didn't want to get accidentally roped into performing too. That shit would suck and she'd managed to avoid the band nerds so far. Rory didn't count. He was actually cool. "Okay cool. I never cared about prom before but this sounds kinda sick."

"Damn okay. Fast as fuck. I guess we don't have school." More time to fuck around with a prom. "I'm in. You need me to sign something?"

#phase: day twelve #with: lucy

Sprout. That didn’t sound like a name. She must be the kind of person that liked a lot of nicknames. Lucy didn’t feel similarly, her name was perfect. There was no one more worthy of idolotry than her mother. She had considered asking the other girl, but the mention of the fire changed things. “Sorry, what? No I don’t think I’ll ask her. Is she okay?”

She didn’t want to dwell on the negative and whatever had happened was most assuredly negative. “I’m so glad you’re so…agreeable. I will put you on the list of esteemed volunteers.” She knew that her speech was convincing. This was just the proof she needed. “Oh, yes. There’s insider knowledge about the theme and who will be too busy performing to attend, but there’s also a chance to have a say in decoration and be on the nominee committee for prom court.” That last one hadn’t entirely been approved by Tali, but they could fix whatever the volunteers broke when it came to nominations by having them written down.

"No. She has a lot of burns." Luna gestured to her entire torso. She should probably feel bad for exaggerating. Sprout deserved to be asked too but if she didn't then she wouldn't have the disappointment of having to turn Lucy down. In a way she was doing her a favour by telling her this first. "She's the friend you saw me with when you were watching me n stuff. Sprout."

"Cool," Luna said, giving her a thumbs up. She squinted at her when she listed the "perks". They all sounded lame as fuck. Looked like Luna would have to settle for impressing Sprout as a perk. "So we get to know the theme a little early. Maybe have an opinion. What do you mean performing? And what's a nomination committee?" Luna chewed on her lip for a moment. "When's this thing supposed to be happening?"

#phase: day twelve #with: lucy

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