Scrubbing Bubbles, the Fellowship, and Eponine
Disclaimer: All LotR characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Everyone else belongs to themselves! ^.^
Eponine was bored. Pietro, her muse, was ticked at her for refusing to write anything where he and Psylocke got together, and had been gone for two days now.
The phone rang, and Eponine picked it up.
A tinny, nasal voice on the other line asked, "Hello, is Mark Thenmercy there? Would he be interested in-"
"No."
"Well, are-"
"No."
"I-"
"No."
"But-"
"No."
"Would you please tell him he has won a free phone, and all he has to do is return this call?"
"… No."
The phone on the other end clicked down, and Eponine smiled. Turning around, however, she found her mother wasn't.
"Clean the house."
"But-"
"Clean it."
"But-"
"I have an office party with Daddy and I'm taking your little brother. Clean. The. House."
"…Okay…"
Eponine's parents left with her youngest brother, Etienne. She stood in the kitchen, assessing her situation. Her muse was sulking somewhere nice and sunny right now, her middle brother, Bete, was out playing with his friends, and she was faced with the task of cleaning the house. The entire house… With no super-speedy muse to do it for her…
"I'm screwed."
She stared into the pantry at the shelf with the cleaning supplies for another minute, then ran for her computer. She hurriedly punched a few keys and muttered, "Lucky, I'm lucky, please…."
Nine figures appeared behind her suddenly. She whirled, saying in surprise, "I ask for an experienced team, and get the Fellowship?!?"
Disclaimer: All LotR characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Everyone else belongs to themselves! ^.^
Eponine was bored. Pietro, her muse, was ticked at her for refusing to write anything where he and Psylocke got together, and had been gone for two days now.
The phone rang, and Eponine picked it up.
A tinny, nasal voice on the other line asked, "Hello, is Mark Thenmercy there? Would he be interested in-"
"No."
"Well, are-"
"No."
"I-"
"No."
"But-"
"No."
"Would you please tell him he has won a free phone, and all he has to do is return this call?"
"… No."
The phone on the other end clicked down, and Eponine smiled. Turning around, however, she found her mother wasn't.
"Clean the house."
"But-"
"Clean it."
"But-"
"I have an office party with Daddy and I'm taking your little brother. Clean. The. House."
"…Okay…"
Eponine's parents left with her youngest brother, Etienne. She stood in the kitchen, assessing her situation. Her muse was sulking somewhere nice and sunny right now, her middle brother, Bete, was out playing with his friends, and she was faced with the task of cleaning the house. The entire house… With no super-speedy muse to do it for her…
"I'm screwed."
She stared into the pantry at the shelf with the cleaning supplies for another minute, then ran for her computer. She hurriedly punched a few keys and muttered, "Lucky, I'm lucky, please…."
Nine figures appeared behind her suddenly. She whirled, saying in surprise, "I ask for an experienced team, and get the Fellowship?!?"