Bath Time
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"Freija!"
Sunny's cry woke the Guardian, and she staggered blearily to the den where the Ghost was nowhere to be seen. The glass panel on the sand table was closed and opaque, though, a sign she was in there. A soft tapping against it confirmed suspicion.
Freija had to crawl under the table to reach the outside switch. She heard the glass slide back, but Sunny didn't emerge immediately. Crawling out, she saw the Ghost a foot off the sand, shaking herself and spinning, flaps hovering in fast, even circles around her.
"What's...?" Freija asked, ushering the flailing Sunny toward her with a hand, cupping the Light bubble to her chest.
"There's sand! In my eye!"
"I didn't even think that was a thing," Freija mumbled. "Keep face down, hover over my head," she said, guiding with her hand. "It was about bath time anyway."
"Around that time," the Ghost agreed, struggling not to squirm.
Freija had to blink her own "sand" away and shake herself awake before she could get a good look. "It's not under the glass, but it's definitely wedged into the crease-seam-thing. I might be able to brush it out but that might make it worse."
Sunny moaned, but Freija stroked the top of her core and she drifted into her Guardian's palm.
She felt the way Sunny was looking at her, and she smiled. "It's fine, there's no surgery needed, I'm just gonna use something tiny to nudge it out before I scrub," she promised. "Thomas left some toothpicks around here," she said, finally "letting go". Sunny drifted to the work table and landed, putting her shell petals aside.
"I don't need help, you're injured," Freija told her from the kitchen, but Sunny already decided that. She hovered face-down over the table and tried vibrating at varying frequencies to shake it loose. While the sink warmed up, Freija collected Sunny's bath tub. The cylindrical bowl roughly the size of Freija's boot took some adjustments, the most recent of which was a fountain sprayer that would pull water from the tub. Freija meant to make a shower curtain or something to help keep the water in the bowl but time catches up to you.
While the tub filled, Freija collected all of Sunny's shells and the soap and the polish and the glass cleaner and the lint-free cloth.....
"I'm gonna have forgotten something," she warned Sunny, putting the supplies on the table and then fetching the tub.
Sunny resisted the urge to jump into the water, not sure it would help or hurt, but certain that being slippery would make it harder on Freija.
Freija drew up her stool and picked her Ghost up gently, cradling her in her palm and brandishing a toothpick.
"I promise I will do my best not to hurt you, but I'm pretty sure the toothpick would die, first," Freija joked. With no trouble at all, Freija gently and easily dug the sand granules out of the tiny crevice. No sooner than it was clear, Freija lunged to her feet. "Scrub brush, that's what I forgot," she said, dropping Sunny into the bath without warning. Sunny didn't mind, but she didn't even get a chance to say thank you.
"Sorry," Freija said, realizing what she'd done when she found the Ghost sitting at the bottom. The water glowed and flashed as Sunny "blinked", and Freija grinned at her through the wall. The Ghost wiggled, stirring the surface of the water and Freija rubbed the exposed circle atop the water lovingly.
Polish and cloth set aside for last. Freija dropped a splash of the soap in the water, which Sunny stirred in. The Guardian started on the shells with the scrub brush.
You could tell which shells were Sunny's favorites-- one of the Winter Lotus and both Hareball shells had suffered a few dings and dents and Freija wasn't entirely sure that burn would ever come off. She couldn't even remember when Sunny would have gotten it. Freija dumped half of the Lotus into the water, and every whisker and ear-projector. The other shells only needed to be wiped off.
Eventually, Sunny emerged, and Freja snickered. "You can see the line where you were in the water." She had to get up and fetch Sunny's decorated hand mirror from her shelf. "You really needed this. Where have we been?"
"Everywhere," Sunny said, turning to see that Freija was right-- she had indeed lost a layer of grime that didn't come off the top. She eased back into the water and let Freija hold with one hand and scrub with the other. The brush took some work to find, with much reshaping in an effort to get the right rigidity, but it was worth it. Sunny felt like it got into the divots without being squished too flat.
The gray, brown, and black bubbles dropped off the Ghost and into the bath tub, popping and sending little clouds of muck, mud, or dust to the bottom.
"I think I'm gonna change out the sand, too. See if there's a way to clean it, burn out non-sand or something. It's almost a year old, now, isn't it?"
"Something like that," Sunny agreed absently, distracted by the brush.
"Yeah." Freija stopped talking, enjoying how much Sunny enjoyed her bath. The scrub took a while-- top, spiral down, rinse, and then a second time. Since the sprayer fed from the bottom of the tub, they agreed their old way was better.
Freija cupped water into a hand and dribbled it on Sunny's body. "Gonna use a fresh cloth to finish up," she said, looking again at the gray water. "Need to keep a schedule or something."
"We can do that. Monthly will work," Sunny said.
"You thought it, too?"
"I was going to ask later."
Second scrub went smoother, but the only way to know if she'd rinse clean was clean water. A clean white wash cloth rubdown only indicated one real missed spot.
"Promise, I'm gonna do my best," the Titan vowed as she dabbed a little glass cleaner to the corner of the lint-free cloth.
"You don't have to say that every time," Sunny told her.
She apparently didn't know she did that because she paused and tilted her head before she pressed the cloth to Sunny's eye and scrubbed in small circles.
The polish came after a sufficient drying off. They determined most metal polishes worked, but Sunny liked the gleam of stainless steel. Freija cupped her in the glass cleaning cloth while starting at the divots and fine details around her speakers before the main chunks got addressed.
"Little Ghost back massage," Freija said to herself.
"I am absolutely certain that this would induce enough relaxation to sleep if I were capable of it," Sunny whirred.
"Aww! That gave me all kinds of warm and fuzzies! I'm glad you like it." She put the Ghost on her fingertips and let Sunny spin on xyz axes for examination.
"Your eye is doing that thing," Freija told her. "What's up?"
"Can we do the polish rub thing more often?" The Ghost tilted down and swayed in the air as if on a slow pendulum.
"You want more regular polishing?" Freija asked. "Or more massage rubs cos they feel good?"
"The second one." Sunny remained bashful but picked her eye up after Freija didn't laugh.
"That's fine! I would love to have a good way to give you something after a shitty day of healing me!" She held the mirror for Sunny to see. "Shiny clean!"
Sunny wished she had a 'before', but she didn't need it to see the difference. The shine alone was a huge change. "Thank you, Freija."
"You're very welcome, Sunny Bunny," Freija sang. She left the mirror propped up best she could for her Ghost while she cleaned up.
"Thank you for getting the sand out of my eye," Sunny remembered.
"My pleasure, Sunny Bunny!"
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So in this POST here I talk about how I woke with the theory that Omega is not the fifth enhanced clone but Emerie was.
WELL today a game called 'Star Wars Shatterpoint' release information on an expansion with figures and cards of the Bad Batch.
The cards each have the characters names and CT numbers. The CT numbers are the important part
Now we don't get to see Crosshairs, Echo or Tech's cards, but we know at least two of their Numbers. Crosshair CT-9904 and Echo CT-1409.
We do get to see Hunter, Omega and Wrecker's cards.
Hunter is CT-9901, Oldest boy.
Wrecker is CT-9903, funny enough not youngest
And Omega is ... Omega ... no CT number.
Which brings up the question, who is the fifth enhanced clone?
My theory is still. Emerie Karr
My Kronk style sleep epiphany is starting to feel less crazy
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I was sitting in my office scanning the first collector's edition of Destiny, the book that comes with it is going to be a beast, for DA and while I was waiting for the scans and flipping through the book ... I started tearing up. ... crying.
You have to know something about me. I grew up poor. Now I wasn't no food in the house or moving place to place poor, but I was the if it wasn't a special occasion, necessity or free we're not getting it. Also if they didn't approve of it
So I never really got to ... Collect things.
I had my little folders of things of art from magazines or things I traded for at school etc. A little goblin hoard. But nothing complete.
I watch things I wanted and loved go on by, promising I would get it once I was older.
And here I am older and I have a collection of something I love, and not just a mismatched of stuff. A full set.
Every CE that came out for Destiny I have.
And I'm crying
And it's not because it's Destiny, it's just because I didn't miss any of it. I didn't watch it slip through my fingers. It's in MY HANDS.
And now I can scan it and share it with others who might have missed out.
I'm just happy.
As for some of the other things little me promised to get when she was older, well it slow moving but she getting those too. One of the first thing big her got was the Halo Reach collectors edition with Dr. Hasley journal and it sets proudly on her shelf with her other things. Next is working on getting the W.I.T.C.H series.
I know it's just things, but they're my things.
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