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rainbowfic2012-02-27 12:39 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-02-27 12:39 pm
Earth 12, Rust 14: No
Author: Kat
Title: No
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Earth 12 (patience), rust 14 (Hand crank) with Sara's paint-by-numbers ("What was this for?")
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Mad Science/Crack AU), watercolors (the strangest Oscar-watching party ever), oils (with predictable results), pastels (playing hard to get).
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG.
Summary: There were some benefits to being a mad scientist's older brother, the relevant one being that she wouldn't dare vaporize him.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Random mad-science silliness.
Ivy arrived with Gina on her arm and a bag with a hand crank protruding from it hanging off her other shoulder.
She beamed at Aaron, who only gave her a suspicious look in return. "Ivy, honey, you know that we're just watching the Oscars, right? We are not interfering in any way."
"Told you," Gina murmured, and ignored the dirty look Ivy shot her.
"Oh, ye of little faith," she said, eyes still on her girlfriend. "I won't be interfering at all."
"Mmhmm." Aaron eyed the hand crank, which he could have sworn he'd seen before on one of her machines. "So what's that for?"
Ivy glanced at the bag, then did an exaggerated double take. "Oh, this old thing? Nothing. Nothing at all."
He folded his arms. "This wouldn't by any chance be your no machine, would it?" One of Ivy's first inventions, it had been memorably deployed during an assembly at school. He'd been twelve, she'd been seven, and she'd used it to project "NO" on every slide the principal had flashed up. He'd gotten in trouble for it, along with her-- as if he should have somehow known that his little sister was a budding mad scientist.
"No," Ivy said.
"You're still no good at lying," Aaron said, reached out, and took the bag away from her.
"Hey!" She lunged after it, but she was pint-sized enough that he could just hold it above her head.
There were some benefits to being a mad scientist's older brother, the relevant one being that she wouldn't dare vaporize him.
"You can have it back when the party's over," he told her, holding it just high enough that she couldn't reach, and trying not to grin at Gina's giggles. "Seriously, for once, I just want to sit back and enjoy an awards show. We are not interfering."
"Killjoy," she muttered, and subsided. "When I take over the world I'm assigning you to Antarctica."
Since that was a legitimate worry with his little sister, he didn't bother to scoff. "Cool," he said, instead. "Penguins."
"Jerk," Ivy said, and stalked inside.
Title: No
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Earth 12 (patience), rust 14 (Hand crank) with Sara's paint-by-numbers ("What was this for?")
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Mad Science/Crack AU), watercolors (the strangest Oscar-watching party ever), oils (with predictable results), pastels (playing hard to get).
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG.
Summary: There were some benefits to being a mad scientist's older brother, the relevant one being that she wouldn't dare vaporize him.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Random mad-science silliness.
Ivy arrived with Gina on her arm and a bag with a hand crank protruding from it hanging off her other shoulder.
She beamed at Aaron, who only gave her a suspicious look in return. "Ivy, honey, you know that we're just watching the Oscars, right? We are not interfering in any way."
"Told you," Gina murmured, and ignored the dirty look Ivy shot her.
"Oh, ye of little faith," she said, eyes still on her girlfriend. "I won't be interfering at all."
"Mmhmm." Aaron eyed the hand crank, which he could have sworn he'd seen before on one of her machines. "So what's that for?"
Ivy glanced at the bag, then did an exaggerated double take. "Oh, this old thing? Nothing. Nothing at all."
He folded his arms. "This wouldn't by any chance be your no machine, would it?" One of Ivy's first inventions, it had been memorably deployed during an assembly at school. He'd been twelve, she'd been seven, and she'd used it to project "NO" on every slide the principal had flashed up. He'd gotten in trouble for it, along with her-- as if he should have somehow known that his little sister was a budding mad scientist.
"No," Ivy said.
"You're still no good at lying," Aaron said, reached out, and took the bag away from her.
"Hey!" She lunged after it, but she was pint-sized enough that he could just hold it above her head.
There were some benefits to being a mad scientist's older brother, the relevant one being that she wouldn't dare vaporize him.
"You can have it back when the party's over," he told her, holding it just high enough that she couldn't reach, and trying not to grin at Gina's giggles. "Seriously, for once, I just want to sit back and enjoy an awards show. We are not interfering."
"Killjoy," she muttered, and subsided. "When I take over the world I'm assigning you to Antarctica."
Since that was a legitimate worry with his little sister, he didn't bother to scoff. "Cool," he said, instead. "Penguins."
"Jerk," Ivy said, and stalked inside.