Myshuno! prompt: Pie has a moral dilemma.
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fuzzysporkPrompt: Pie has a moral dilemma: Is it wrong to think your dad's wife in another universe is hot? He discusses the pros and cons with Nightshade.
Rating: Teen / Adult (mild'ish language, adult situations)
Note: I'm not going to deny that Fuzzy might have sent Pie there just to needle Nightshade some.
Word Count: 925
My Card
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Nightshade’s feet quietly came to rest on the floor, and he rolled his shoulders once to disperse the electricity that always tickled his spin after teleporting. He looked up and down the darkened hallway he had alighted in. As usual, it was empty. He had no idea where it went; he had never been in any part of this building except right here, and the only door he saw was the one right in front of him. Night stepped up to the security keypad and with a slim, green finger began punching in the complex password. He could easily have just teleported to the other side of the door, but Fuzzy was adamant about this step in the process. It was silly, but it somehow gave Fuzzy a tiny feeling of still being in control of her own creation, so Nightshade decided he could afford her this one small thing.
The door swung open and he stepped through the threshold, letting it automatically swing shut behind him. He had taken only one step towards the computer when he stopped short.
“Pie? What the hell are you doing here?”
Pierre looked up from the monitor and smiled, “Hey man! Fuzzy said you might be popping in.” Then he focused on the computer again, shifting the mouse and clicking.
Nightshade stood there blinking, trying to add up this equation. He was the only one Fuzzy had ever allowed access into her secret control room, and that was only after many threats of blackmail on his part. In fact he was sure he was the only one who even knew about this room! Until right now. Nightshade walked over to the desk and looked down at his friend.
“Did Fuzzy let you in here? “ he asked skeptically. Not that he suspected Pie of anything covert, but Fuzzy had always been obsessed with keeping this room, and particularly that computer, top secret. Nightshade had been granted special privileges long ago, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly offended at this new development.
Pie looked up, “Huh? Oh. Yeah, she did.”
Nightshade’s eyebrows went up, “Did Fuzzy say you could use the computer?”
“Uh, yeah,” Pie raised one of his own eyebrows, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here on her computer.” Then he gestured for Nightshade to come over, “You have to see this, Night!”
Nightshade walked around the desk and pulled up a second chair. He saw right away what Pie was looking at. The Multiverse index. Pie scrolled down to a link labeled 'The Regacy' and double clicked. Nightshade took a sideways glance at him, “That’s one of the places where your dad lives.”
“Yep,” Pie smiled, “Fuzzy said I could check it out because I’m going there, too. She said I need to be better prepared than Dad was.” Nightshade watched the mouse pointer go to Olivet’s face and click on it. “Check this out,” Pie said with an elbow nudge into Night’s ribs.
Two more clicks and the screen filled with the image of a beautiful young woman in old fashioned clothes. She had long chestnut hair, shining green eyes, and a knowing smile that just barely touched her full lips in a way that could quicken a man’s pulse.
Pie leaned forward, “Gwen,” he breathed. “I wonder what her turn-ons are.”
At this Nightshade could not help drawing away and gaping at Pie. “Are you freaking insane?! Pie that’s your father’s wife!”
Pie looked at him with an amused expression on his face. “But she’s not my mother.” Then he winked.
Nightshade only barely suppressed the urge to smack Pierre upside the head. He even went so far as to raise his hand, but disguised his first intention by pointing at the image on the monitor instead.
“Pie, I know you have shaky morals when it comes to a pretty face, but you can’t seriously be thinking about putting the moves on your own father’s wife.”
Pie leaned back with his arms crossed, openly admiring the picture of the young woman. “You have to admit she’s damned hot. I’ll bet she’s a wild one, too.”
Nightshade felt his face contort into an expression of disgust. You would think after a lifetime of being best friends he’d have this man figured out by now.
Pie turned his face towards Nightshade, now without even a hint of a smile, “Okay, let’s weigh the pros and cons here,” He moved one hand to his chin and tapped it with his fingers. A gesture Nightshade recognized as Pie feigning deep thought. “She and I aren’t related,” Pie said, “So we’ll count that as a pro.”
“Pie, there are no pros and cons here!” Nightshade reached over and took the mouse, “She’s your father’s wife.” He brought up an image of Olivet and Gwen together in what could only be described as a knot of naked limbs.
“OH GOD!” Pie shielded his eyes and hit the backspace key, “I don’t need to see my dad’s bare ass, thank you.”
Nightshade smirked. “Should we count that as a con?”
At this Pierre threw back his head and laughed. Then slapped a hand down on Nightshade’s shoulder, “Night, man, you really don’t think much of me if you think I’m that low. But I’ll forgive you.” Pie then hit the power switch on the computer and scraped his chair back and began to get up.
“Wait. What?” Nightshade slowly came to the realization that Pie had been pulling his leg all along. “Pie, you are an asshole.”
At this they both laughed.
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Prompt given by![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=87.1)
regacylady
Rating: Teen / Adult (mild'ish language, adult situations)
Note: I'm not going to deny that Fuzzy might have sent Pie there just to needle Nightshade some.
Word Count: 925
My Card
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Nightshade’s feet quietly came to rest on the floor, and he rolled his shoulders once to disperse the electricity that always tickled his spin after teleporting. He looked up and down the darkened hallway he had alighted in. As usual, it was empty. He had no idea where it went; he had never been in any part of this building except right here, and the only door he saw was the one right in front of him. Night stepped up to the security keypad and with a slim, green finger began punching in the complex password. He could easily have just teleported to the other side of the door, but Fuzzy was adamant about this step in the process. It was silly, but it somehow gave Fuzzy a tiny feeling of still being in control of her own creation, so Nightshade decided he could afford her this one small thing.
The door swung open and he stepped through the threshold, letting it automatically swing shut behind him. He had taken only one step towards the computer when he stopped short.
“Pie? What the hell are you doing here?”
Pierre looked up from the monitor and smiled, “Hey man! Fuzzy said you might be popping in.” Then he focused on the computer again, shifting the mouse and clicking.
Nightshade stood there blinking, trying to add up this equation. He was the only one Fuzzy had ever allowed access into her secret control room, and that was only after many threats of blackmail on his part. In fact he was sure he was the only one who even knew about this room! Until right now. Nightshade walked over to the desk and looked down at his friend.
“Did Fuzzy let you in here? “ he asked skeptically. Not that he suspected Pie of anything covert, but Fuzzy had always been obsessed with keeping this room, and particularly that computer, top secret. Nightshade had been granted special privileges long ago, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly offended at this new development.
Pie looked up, “Huh? Oh. Yeah, she did.”
Nightshade’s eyebrows went up, “Did Fuzzy say you could use the computer?”
“Uh, yeah,” Pie raised one of his own eyebrows, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here on her computer.” Then he gestured for Nightshade to come over, “You have to see this, Night!”
Nightshade walked around the desk and pulled up a second chair. He saw right away what Pie was looking at. The Multiverse index. Pie scrolled down to a link labeled 'The Regacy' and double clicked. Nightshade took a sideways glance at him, “That’s one of the places where your dad lives.”
“Yep,” Pie smiled, “Fuzzy said I could check it out because I’m going there, too. She said I need to be better prepared than Dad was.” Nightshade watched the mouse pointer go to Olivet’s face and click on it. “Check this out,” Pie said with an elbow nudge into Night’s ribs.
Two more clicks and the screen filled with the image of a beautiful young woman in old fashioned clothes. She had long chestnut hair, shining green eyes, and a knowing smile that just barely touched her full lips in a way that could quicken a man’s pulse.
Pie leaned forward, “Gwen,” he breathed. “I wonder what her turn-ons are.”
At this Nightshade could not help drawing away and gaping at Pie. “Are you freaking insane?! Pie that’s your father’s wife!”
Pie looked at him with an amused expression on his face. “But she’s not my mother.” Then he winked.
Nightshade only barely suppressed the urge to smack Pierre upside the head. He even went so far as to raise his hand, but disguised his first intention by pointing at the image on the monitor instead.
“Pie, I know you have shaky morals when it comes to a pretty face, but you can’t seriously be thinking about putting the moves on your own father’s wife.”
Pie leaned back with his arms crossed, openly admiring the picture of the young woman. “You have to admit she’s damned hot. I’ll bet she’s a wild one, too.”
Nightshade felt his face contort into an expression of disgust. You would think after a lifetime of being best friends he’d have this man figured out by now.
Pie turned his face towards Nightshade, now without even a hint of a smile, “Okay, let’s weigh the pros and cons here,” He moved one hand to his chin and tapped it with his fingers. A gesture Nightshade recognized as Pie feigning deep thought. “She and I aren’t related,” Pie said, “So we’ll count that as a pro.”
“Pie, there are no pros and cons here!” Nightshade reached over and took the mouse, “She’s your father’s wife.” He brought up an image of Olivet and Gwen together in what could only be described as a knot of naked limbs.
“OH GOD!” Pie shielded his eyes and hit the backspace key, “I don’t need to see my dad’s bare ass, thank you.”
Nightshade smirked. “Should we count that as a con?”
At this Pierre threw back his head and laughed. Then slapped a hand down on Nightshade’s shoulder, “Night, man, you really don’t think much of me if you think I’m that low. But I’ll forgive you.” Pie then hit the power switch on the computer and scraped his chair back and began to get up.
“Wait. What?” Nightshade slowly came to the realization that Pie had been pulling his leg all along. “Pie, you are an asshole.”
At this they both laughed.
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Prompt given by
regacylady
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on 2011-10-25 07:23 pm (UTC)I am so excited! I can't wait to see what Cee has in store for Pie in the Regency.
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on 2011-10-25 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-10-25 08:02 pm (UTC)Also, yes... yes, Pie, she is a wild one. :P One might go so far as to call her freaky.
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on 2011-10-25 08:07 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see what he'll get up to in The Regacy. Too bad Nightshade won't be going too (I'm assuming?)
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on 2011-10-26 03:02 am (UTC)Thanks Pen! :D
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