A/N: Two sets again this week? What is this world coming to?
Prompts 236 to 240
236. Facebook has suddenly shut down your account due to the content of your last post. What as the post?
"Calm down Grace. It's not Facebook's fault, it's yours. I had to have it shut down because you and your friends involved in the prom incident keep talking about the events of that night when the DEA is trying to preserve the evidence. The last straw was that Katie posted a video on your page that was supposed to be in evidence. How did she still have it? So now all of you, not just you, but all students involved have been banned from social media until the trial is over."
"All of it?" Grace screeched in shock and disbelief.
"Yes all of it," Danny said and held out his hand for her phone. "You'll not be needing your phone."
"You can't do this, social media is everywhere, you can't remove me from all of it," she said defiantly.
"I can, and I have. When I said you all weren't allowed to talk about it I didn't mean it as an idol threat. This is serious business, police business, I meant it as a police officer trying to protect the evidence so that the people who did this will be charged and jailed because of it. But you didn't listen, neither did your friend, and so you are now facing the consequences of your action. Or do you not care that if this doesn't get resolved in court this whole thing, those bad people, could walk free and do this again? Because that's what's on the line here. You keep talking and posting things they will no longer be admissible in court."
"Of course I care, but you have immunity and means, and so it doesn't matter," Grace said to try and call his father's bluff.
"Actually the immunity and means doesn't stand because I wasn't there on behalf of Five-O for the bulk of the incident, but rather, I was a hostage too, so the Five-O immunity and means doesn't count for those three hours during the stand off within the building," Danny said.
"Immunity and means doesn't have loopholes," Grace accused.
"It does, just as everything has limitations, and by swearing to testify as you and so many of your friends have done, you have technically broken the law by talking about it with each other. This is why we haven't talked about it. We can tall all you want when the trial is over but until then none of this can get out, and so yes, you are banned from all social media. Yes, your friends are as well."
"How am I supposed to survive?" Grace asked, trying another tactic.
"Find a way, just don't say another word about the incident to anyone until we're finished with your testimony."
"I hate that you're a cop!" Grace screamed in tears and stomped away.
"You didn't say that when I saved your life," Danny called after her.
"Stop talking about it!" She yelled.
"I wasn't talking about this one incident, I was alluding to all the other time," Danny countered.
"Gah!" She screamed and slammed her door.
237. The night Osama bin Laden was killed, what was the scene at the White House from Michelle Obama's point of view?
"That's a good question. I've never really thought about it before. She wasn't in the room when it happened, we know that much because there is a photo of it that was released to the public. So what was she doing?" Danny asked as he began to pace the length of the kitchen. "It was a week day, if I remember correctly, maybe she was helping her girls with their homework just like I am now and didn't know the outcome until her husband made the formal announcement."
"Or maybe she was trying to explain to her daughters what was happening, what it all meant, without giving away classified information," Grace said thoughtfully. "I mean, she must have known that something was going down. Then again, maybe she didn't because maybe they weren't sure of what the outcome of the raid would have been."
"Good point, I mean, she could have been working on her own project, oblivious of what happened until she heard about it just before the official release," Danny offered.
"Okay but what should I write?" Charlie asked.
"Well that's up to you. Now isn't it?" Danny said. "It is your homework assignment, you have to make that decision on your own."
"Yeah Charlie, pick a story and tell it," Grace said and smiled. "It's your story to tell, though it is a very serious and in depth topic for someone your age."
"I agree, that sounds like something a teacher at your level would pose to you," Danny said. "Because it could be such an in depth and complex answer dealing with emotions and factual information. What do you think your teacher wants you to write Charlie?"
"That Mrs. Obama was reading her daughters a bedtime store when she found out," Charlie answered.
"Then you should write that," Danny said.
"Okay," Charlie said and got to work.
"Though I doubt very much that's actually how it happened," Grace whispered to her father in passing and he agreed with a nod and a wink.
238. A postcard love letter
"It think it's cute," Rosie said as she walked along with Danny and the kids. "Reminiscent of a time gone by when we didn't have social media and we had to talk to each other or write to people. When we knew the power of our words and how to use them concisely and with poetic devices."
"But you can barely write anything on a post card. Just write a letter and wax philosophically about your love," Danny countered. "There is no limit to what you could write in a letter."
"That defeats the purpose Danno. With limited space you have to choose your words very carefully," Grace commented. "And write really small, which was the whole point, wasn't it, back in the day? Small, beautiful cursive to maximize the space and the sentiment. You could say so much just by the hand you wrote in and the care and style of it all."
"She's right, what if you're sending your letter to your sweetheart. Are you writing her proses, sonnets, what? But with a post card you have to be direct, tell her you love her in fewer words but make it have the same impact as a letter," Rosie said. "And I mean in wartimes, a postcard was all you could get your hands on sometimes. Or a tiny scrap of paper from the trenches. How sad and romantic, and heart wrenching!"
"True," Grace said with a swoon. "It was a different time when chivalry and romance, and distance and war, meant something, and technology hadn't ruined everything just yet. They still had the written word and something that the circumstance couldn't take from them."
"Says the girl always glued to her phone," Danny mocked.
"I know I was born in a time when technology has bastardized the written word and that I myself am a part of this revolution to forget but that doesn't mean it's not romantic Danno!"
"The old ideals, something that should never die in my opinion," Rosie added.
"Dearest Rosalind: I love you more than words can say but I don't have enough space for that. Yours ever: Daniel," Danny said mockingly.
"You suck!" Rosie laughed.
"Rosalind, is that your full name Rosie?" Charlie asked.
"Yes," she giggled.
"I like it. It's all old-timey and storybook like," he said.
"At least we still have that in our world," Grace said to Rosie.
"A agree," she responded with a giggle.
239. When did you taste something you thought you hated, only to change your mind and decide you liked it?
"No, that's not true, I generally don't like certain things like rice and cooked cabbage and spinach, and some kinds of fish but I hope that I will find a person who can prepare those things in ways that I haven't tried before so that I can say that I like a particular dish but not the particular ingredients in general. I'll never like plain cooked cabbage but I like it when it's in Indian food," Grace explained as she and her father, brother and her father's girlfriend sat at dinner one night in a fancy place that was relatively new to the island. "I like rice pudding but I hate plain rice, so when I say I would like to try this apitizer even though it has cooked spinach in it, I mean it."
"And what if you don't like it?" Danny asked.
"Well, I'll eat it because that's how I was raised, but if I don't like it I just wont order it again."
"Okay, then order whatever you want," Danny said. "What would you like Charlie?"
"Chicken finger and fries," Charlie said without even looking at the kid's menu before him.
"What if they don't have chicken fingers and fried?" Danny asked.
"It's a kids menu Daniel, it will have chicken fingers and fries," Rosie whispered in his ear.
"I know, but I'd like to see him at least try something different," Danny whispered back. "Because he needs to learn that there are other things out there in the world other than Chicken fingers and fries."
"This lasagna looks good," Grace said as she continued to look through the menu.
"I like lasagna!" Charlie said brightly.
"But it's not on your menu," Grace said.
"You don't know that," Charlie countered defensively.
"You don't either because you didn't even open your menu," Grace accused.
"Fine!" Charlie said and threw open his menu. "There, look, lasagna!" He added and pointed at the kids meal sized item.
"Well look at that," Danny said. "You wanna try that buddy?"
"No, I want chicken fingers and fried," Charlie said and shut his menu once more.
"You tried, Grace," Danny said and sighed. "Are you having the lasagna?"
"No, I'm going to try the hot goats cheese salad and my appetizer," Grace answered. "I just mentioned the lasagna because it's one of the few things Charlie will eat without complaining."
240. Describe a meal that forever changed the way you eat.
"For a long time I thought I knew you Daniel. You were an open book to me, and then you cooked this," Steve said at the end of the meal as he contently leaned back in his chair. "I've realized I don't know you at all, my friend. You are an enigma in a good way, but I find myself questioning your career choices and all I've ever known about you. I understand why you would want to open a restaurant. People are deprived without you and that meal."
"You're just saying that so that I'll cook for you more often," Danny countered.
"Please do, this was incredible!" Steve said excitedly.
"Or you're sucking up for some reason…" Danny said suspiciously.
"I'm not, this was really one of the best meals I'd ever had. It has changed my life, I swear. I don't know if I'll be able to take you into battle with me ever again because you are to be preserved and protected!"
Danny stared at him in disbelief.
"I'm serious, it was incredible," Steve said.
"And…?" Danny asked.
"And thank you for rescuing me from my solitary brooding after the break up," Steve said and lowered his eyes.
"You're welcome. I made a cheese cake to cheer you up," Danny said and smiled.
"Or are you trying to make me eat myself into a coma?" Steve asked with a laugh.
"Not quite a coma, just till you forget all your troubles for a little while," Danny answered.
"Well it's working!"