#ch: brainstorm

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Brainstorm: You go on. You just go on. There’s nothing more to it, and there’s no trick to make it easier. You just go on. Chromedome: And what do you find on the other side? When you go on? Brainstorm: Your life again. What else? Chromedome: Is that a promise? Brainstorm: It’s an inevitability. No trick. No choice. You just go on.

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He's my best friend. I'm not the kind of person who has best friends.

Brainstorm about Chromedome

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Rodimus: What do you mean, it just disappeared?

Brainstorm: It vanished. It evanesced. It went poof.

Ultra Magnus: That's impossible.

Brainstorm: Well, we searched the entire ship, we've done secondary scans for heat, movement, oogli-googliness... And there's nothing, not a trace.

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No. No, no, no, I'm the geek. You're the doc. I do tech, you do drugs. You know what I mean.

Brainstorm to Ratchet

[thoughmymindcouldthink]

Day 30: post, 117 words

Allison’s hand shook over the bandages she’d just placed on Lydia’s arms. Her breathing was just as shaky. Her hands fluttered around Lydia, not sure what to do. Eventually, she changed direction completely, stepping away from her friend and to sit on the neatly made bed.

“Hey, hey,” Lydia said softly. “What’s the big deal? You’ve been less affected by literal murders.” She tried to wedge a lilt of humor into her voice, but it fell flat in the tension.

Allison made a sound like her words were caught in her throat. Avoiding Lydia’s gaze, a tear fell down her cheek. “I can’t lose you,” her throat finally scratched out.

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Day 29: post, 105 words

In the kitchen drawers, she managed to scrounge up a steak knife in bad shape and a pair of rusty scissors. She slipped the scissors into her waistband and carefully tucked the knife into her belt loop.

Bored of the kitchenette, she supposed she could start in on the boxes. Wary of the grime, she approached the first stack; the top box stood at roughly the height of her shoulders, no bigger than three or so feet in the largest dimension. She lifted it to gauge its weight and found it quite dense, so she set it back and pulled the rotting cardboard flaps aside.

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Day 28: post, 155 words

He walked the beach at sunset, his dog bounding alongside the tide, leaping after seagulls and digging after sand fleas. After a long morning of meetings at the palace, the sun felt invigorating on his brown skin.

Suddenly, Max began to bark.

“What is it, buddy?” Eric asked his dog, but Max didn’t return to him; he simply hopped between feet and continued to bark, ducking every now and then behind a boulder.

Eric jogged to see what had his pet all worked up. Just as he arrived at the boulder, he caught sight of something – someone. A young man. Trusseled up in what looked like a tattered ship’s sail and some makeshift rigging. His hair was a copper red and his freckles seemed to glitter in the sun. He struggled to stand, but didn’t seem strong enough on his own; finally, Eric snapped to attention and helped him to his feet.

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Day 27: post, 209 words

Mothers told their children not to play near the cave. It was remote and hidden by a difficult climb, but a few adventurous children had disappeared in that direction. But every day Miranda worked at the harbor she felt the cave calling to her.

One day, the heat on the back of her neck and the soreness of her muscles as she bent the planks of the deck into place were all too much. She dropped her hammer and let the cave speak to her.

From the beach, it wasn’t too difficult of a trek; there was simply a portion of the journey where she had to wade in sea water up to her waist, but she was used to it. The rocks were a little slippery, and shelled creatures abounded, but she did her best not to disturb anyone on her journey and made it safely to the mouth of the cave – and rather easily, she reflected.

She stood at the mouth of the cave and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. After a sandbar, the ground dipped back down into what appeared to be a giant tidepool. When her eyes adjusted, she finally noticed the creature in the tidepool; a mermaid, staring right at her.