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What Do You See? (#83)

Choose 4 things within 4 feet of you and write for 4 minutes. One sentence each. <><><><><> Crafting supplies at the ready, just waiting to be made into something new. ✂️ My packing list seems to be getting longer and longer by the minute, I hope I don’t need an extra suitcase. 🧳 A basket full of clean sheets is begging to be put back on the bed.🛏️ The kitties are watching it rain and my…

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open my mind and drink in the flood drown me in the river of my convictions baptize me with the tears of heaven i’m on the ledge of ambition where dreams are held in the hands of God bless me with the trumpets of freedom i’m a child again frolicking through fields of sunflowers lying in fields of lilacs of imperial amethyst forming shapes of chimerical silhouettes set against the vast landscape of the universe i’m free, riding on waves of nirvana communing with the avian creatures of the sky the horses on the wind diving through bliss and crashing into the veil of reality wearing the scars of my pride the lashes of my past roots crawling from the motherland sinking me back into her womb i’m reborn again pure and innocent i’m free and floating through memory sauntering through a graveyard of my stars picking up wooden blocks with fading alphabets singing songs of feathers and notes and burned out candles painting ancestral sticks in flamboyant chromas deep intensities of sun rays smiling from corners of the sky ain’t it funny we drew sunglasses on her face to protect her from herself i’m free and falling back to concrete calling on mama, i’ve cut my knees open again she say, you’ve learned this lesson already alcohol on juvenile wounds burning away irresponsibility running back to the misconceptions i’m free to spin tales of fantastical beings roaming cities of paradise i’m free to walk among them a little man on the shoulders of giants breathing in serenity liberated the albatross flying onward toward the horizon open my mind and drink in the flood moving with the current of my convictions baptized in the tides of passion letting go i’m free

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100 Themes - 83 - Heal

This takes place three days after Misfortune

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Tori looked over her shoulder after hearing the door slowly  creak open. Laughing softly at the furtive way Yakekoge poked his head into the room. Waving her hand at him she teased, "I won't chase you out this time, Ya-kun."

Yakekoge pulled a face at the nickname but guided the door open, stepping inside the pseudo-doctor's office that was Tori's bedroom. Sparsely decorated and painted in soft blues, her dresser, bed, and personal possessions taking over only half the space while a second bed and a small side table taking up the other half. Closing the door behind him he stepped up beside where Tori sat next to the bed Xerox lay on. Averting his eyes when he spoke, "Has the kid woken up at all?" His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, betraying both his worry and his guilt over the current situation.

Tori shook her head at both Yakekoge's choice of words and his question. "He isn't really kid anymore but no, not yet. His wounds are starting to heal without signs of infection. I'm still keeping an eye out for it though. I've been working on a couple potions that will help the skin and muscle grow back quicker." She shared folding her hands neatly in her lap and letting out a tired sigh. Exhaustion wearing on her after three days of the boy's constant care. "This will leave some nasty scars however, no matter how quickly they heal." At her side she could feel Yakekoge flinch at her words. Concerned she rose to her feet and rested a hand on his shoulder. The muscles surprisingly tense under her fingers and only relaxing when she gave his shoulder a light squeeze.

"Yakekoge, are you okay?"

Yakekoge folded his arms close to his chest and dipped his head to run a hand through his hair. Looking for a moment like he would dodge her question, "Even if we had been fighting I shouldn't have gone so far away from him. Just maybe if I had actually kept an eye on him like I was supposed to this wouldn't have happened." He finally said raising guilty eyes to her meet her gaze as he spoke.

Tori pursed her lips, seeing both the truth in the words and the emotional pain he was causing himself. Simply shaking her head she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a tight hug. A gesture he returned a little tighter then most would consider comfortable. "Come on, no feeling guilty alright? No matter why it happened it did and you both are alive. So," She said in a steady tone, pushing the fire-user to arms length and smiling. "no beating yourself up about it anymore. He'll heal, you two can go back to bickering and everything will be okay. I Promise."

Yakekoge looked shocked for a couple seconds before letting out a tired laugh. Settling his hands on his hips and replying in a stronger voice than before, "No one is allowed to mope around you are they?"

Tori broke the contact and turned to chair towards him in a silent offer. "Nope, especially not here in my room. I need to go eat and since you're already here..." She trailed off, already leaning toward the door.

Yakekoge rolled his eyes at Tori but took the chair anyway, turning it around to sit in it backwards. "Go eat, I'll keep an eye on him."

Tori clapped her hands together, thanking him and opening the door to duck behind it. On the other side she paused and poked her head back in the room, "Just remember, he'll heal. It will just take some time."

Yakekoge didn't look back at her as he spoke, arms crossed over the back of the chair and resting his chin on them. "I know, besides it's kind of hard to kill a dragon."

[90daysofmaking]

DAY 83: RESULTS

Gene Roddenberry, we're glad to have you back. (He's dead, right?)

Tomorrow, or whenever we can get access to a 3D printer, we're going to make a 3D reproducible version of your cherubic face.

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DAY 83: UPDATE 5

Gradual improvement. We're getting there.

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DAY 83: UPDATE 4

We went to the art store and bought a block of grey plasticine (modeling clay). Inside this block of plasticine is a smaller-than-life bust of Gene Roddenberry, waiting to be scanned into a 3D printing program.

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DAY 83: UPDATE 3

Inspired by all this talk about science fiction–inspired technology, we've decided to make a bust of Gene Roddenberry, the creator of Star Trek. Star Trek is responsible for a lot of future sci fi (Tricorder Device, the communicator, the floppy disk, and most importantly, the replicator, which was basically a 3D printer).

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DAY 83: UPDATE 2

Another piece, this one by Google THINK INSIGHTS, about sci fi that foretold the future.