#the rex

[2000sfun]

Miss May I 2017

The Rex, Pittsburgh, Pa

[scrumptowne]

i redid clifford's reference since its been almost a year since I've paid any attention to her ^-^

the leg braces are so she can run without her legs breaking under her weight during the matches

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Gregor, Wolffe, and Rex have one speeder bike to get around on. Who drives, who is in back, and who is in the middle?

Wolffe drives, Rex is stuck in the middle, and Gregor is hanging off the back having the time of his life, much to Rex's horror (he keeps leaning too far over the edge to snatch deathsticks out of other drivers' hands, maybe something bigger like a drink or hat in they're being an ass)

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[ferretteeth]

Rex and humans are both the sapient species of their respective planet but occupy very different ecological niches, for example Nishant is a 5'8" scientist belonging to a species of hairless primates, Nameless is a 27 ton eel-whale thing from another solar system

[phoenixcinema]

1960. From 1938 until 1975 Phoenix cinema was known as The Rex.

[foodglorious-food]

They call this the Rex

[shellyscribbles]

Elker Scribbles from today 9/19/20

Wanted to share a bit since I am so excited about writing this part.

             “Rex!”

             Edmund dropped his head and slowly got to his feet. There was really no point in trying to please him. He’d take his knocks and return to work. “Lord.”

             “The Queen wishes to see you.”

             He stared blankly at Caliban a moment. The Queen? The Queen died. But he wasn’t supposed to know that.

             “Come on.” Caliban grabbed his arm hard enough to hurt and drug him away from his row.

             His mind raced as he tried to work through what was happening. The queen was dead which he only knew because of Audrey. What sort of trap did Caliban have set for him?

             Caliban continued to drag him, pulling sharply on his arm if he was going too easily. Edmund hardly noticed. The Queen?

             At the end of the field they came to a stop before an older man. His clothes showed that he was one of the high servants in the palace. Someone important enough that they could live away from the palace because they had means, but were unable to because they were needed perpetually in the house. The man looked Edmund up and down before turning to Caliban. “This is Edmund Rex?”

             “It is.” Caliban said and shoved Edmund forward.

             The man examined Edmund again as if he were a stain that needed to be cleaned. “Hmm. Follow me.”

             It flashed through Edmund’s mind that he was going to be executed, but that didn’t make sense. If Caliban had any idea of what was happening, that would surely lighten his mood. He hurried to keep up with the man before him. He didn’t seem any happier about whatever was happening than Caliban did.

             They reached the house without a word. Edmund looked around in awe, having never come through the main doors before. It was much more appealing than the servant entrance with its high elaborate ceilings and beautifully painted walls. He glanced down at the tile on which they walked. He looked like a stain in contrast to the elegance of the palace.

             “In here. Can’t present you to the noblemen until you’ve been cleaned up somewhat.”

             The noblemen? Edmund followed the man into one of the bathrooms. For a brief moment he wondered if he would find some terrible mess within to clean, but he found only a partition hiding a tub with warm water.

             “Wash quickly. Ava should be back soon with some more appropriate clothes for you.” He made no effort to pretend he was enjoying his task, but he would do it dutifully.

             Edmund nodded numbly and went behind the partition. He could see steam rising from the water and a table beside it with a brush and soap. Soap! He hadn’t had a proper bath since Alex’s death. For a moment he set aside his confusion and undressed, slipping into the water with a slight grin.

             “It is unwise to keep the noblemen waiting.”

             Edmund frowned and set to work scrubbing the dirt and grime from his body. After further prodding from the high servant, he climbed out and dried off. He was started by an arm reaching around the partition to hang a suit on it. Edmund stared at it a moment. It was black with white trim. A servant’s uniform. He began to wonder if Haywood hadn’t managed to get his friend to buy him out of slavery. But why the talk of him seeing the deceased queen?

             “Are you dressed?”

             “Almost.” He frowned and hurried into the uniform. It hung rather loose on him, but it would have to do. He emerged from the partition. The man looked more irritated than he had when they first arrived at the bath.

             Edmund caught sight of himself in the looking glass as he passed and doubled back. He hardly recognized himself. His hair which he had always worn long enough that it hung nearly to his eyes was cropped short against his head. His skin was a deep tan and despite the bath looked leathery. But his sunken cheeks and eyes startled him most. He’d lost more weight than he realized.

             “Edmund.” The man called sharply.

             “Sorry, Lord. Coming.” He hurried after the man who now stood in the hall way, openly scowling at him.