This chapter is entirely unbetaed so let me know if there are any garish mistakes. Today is my beta, Circle of Phoenix's birthday and she's had a hard weekend so I wrote this in hopes of sending her a little cheer.
All for a Scrap of Fabric
(Set after the events of Escape Plan Green Chapter 24)
Junon
Late one evening, long after the euphoria of meeting Cloud Strife and his group passed, Priscilla received a Private Message on the Golden Illusion hub of the Avalanche Network.
'With a Chance of' asked, "Hey, didn't you say you gave C. a speedo when you met him?"
Priscilla shrugged and under her handle of 'DolphinGrrl' replied, "Yeah, *sigh* He didn't wear it though."
"Ah, my sweet, precious, darling," CloudWatcher798846 interjected, "You've earned the undying gratitude of thousands for your gift."
Priscilla frowned at her screen. She didn't know any of the thousands of 'CloudWatchers' on the board. Puzzled, she watched with confusion as messages started pinging to her faster than she could read them. "Thank you!" "Bless you for what you've done!" and other effulgent praise scrolled before her eyes.
"What on Gaia is going on?" She asked the purple dolphin plushie on her monitor. A plethora of image links followed and she managed to click on one before it scrolled out of the window.
Like a scene out of a modeling shoot, Cloud stood on a stage. Crystalline drops of water sparkled on his bare skin and hair. His piercing blue eyes gazed straight at her from the screen. His only clothing was the black speedo she gave him a few weeks ago.
Her excited shrieking drew her concerned mother upstairs to her room. "What is all the screaming about?" the woman asked, staring from the girl rolling around her bed to the computer screen. "Are you looking at porn?"
Cheeks flushed, with her dolphin crushed to her chest, the girl didn't respond. The woman sighed and shook her head, moving closer to look at the image she sighed, "Oh, a celebrity shot. That's not quite so bad. Hm, I can see the appeal…" She hummed appreciatively, "But I thought you were interested in that hero group with the guy in a tragic situation. Have you moved on to male models now?"
Priscilla sat up and shook her head, "No mom. That's the guy. I gave him the speedo when he dropped by partially as a joke…"
Her mother smirked down at her, "But not entirely out of good intentions I take it?"
"Can you blame me?" the girl asked, waving to her monitor.
For several long seconds she pinned a firm look on the young woman before her gaze was drawn back to the image on the screen. She sighed and shook her head, "No… Now that I've seen him, I really can't blame you." Her eyes flicked to the door then back to her daughter before she grinned and asked, "Are there more?"
Priscilla laughed and rolled off her bed to sit at her desk again, "They haven't stopped coming, I think there's some videos too."
The older woman sat on the edge of her daughter's bed and peered over the girl's shoulder with growing curiosity. As images from the Golden Saucer event crossed the screen, including one image of the same blond roughed up sleeping against a set of stairs she asked, "Remind me again what this group is about…"
