Poly Party time, part 1 of one
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worldofwordsPoly Party time, part 1 of one, complete
Word count (story only) 1072
::This story came out of the crowdfunding creative jam for November, and was inspired by a prompt fromysabetwordsmith it also references an idea by alexseanchai. It is sponsored at a discounted rate by flamingsword as an early holiday gift because they are amazing; may they have a three fold return! This is the sequel to The Cake is Not a Lie! and is also set in Polychrome Heroics.::
It was there tenth anniversary. The bakers they had hired promised something special. The ballroom they had rented had been used for the same tea party Shaela and Jasmine had been to just a week ago, and was now decked out in asexual pride paraphernalia.
Down the corners of each wall were special colors. Black, white, purple, gray. One picked by each couplet of the poly family here.
Brian and Kyle were the first to enter, sitting across from each other. They were deep in conversation about cars. Each one was dressed in their favorite brand’s T-shirt. Brian proudly displaying The Kiram logo, which was a tire with the name printed around the rim, and Kyle had Crinsar, a jeep in red and silver printed on a white backdrop. They sat at one end of the oblong table, grinning at each other like a couple of schoolboys.
Then there were Brendin and Brody. Dressed in complementing outfits. Brody in her long sweeping Ivory skirt set, and Brendin in the complementing cream suit with a perfectly notted black tie. Brodi’s white headscarf that went down the back of her hair to its midlength; her hair went to her waist and was as red as autumn leaves, complemented it perfectly. Food and fashion, and perhaps a hand touch or two. They loved each other for that. IT was almost as if they knew what each other was wearing, even before they saw each other. They glanced at their gray fold with a fond smile. Perfect.
Riley and Charlie entered next. Riely had xir hand on the small of Charlies back, guiding thon to a seat with a flourish. Riley had a shirt he had custom ordered with the enterprise on one side and the mellenium Falcon on the other. With the caption: I like both. Deal with it bitches.
Charlie’s shirt bore a skull made of Crystal on the front, and a vulture-like creature on the back. Down the side it read, Skelitor meets the Dark Crystal, Who will win?
They were debating the finer points of McGuire’s last adventure with great enthusiasm, expounding on how they would have done it differently, and what they would have kept the same. Both were supergismologists, with different specialties. Rileys was anything AI. He could take a look at anything that was artificially intelligent, or even disability related, and tell what was wrong with it and how to fix it. He also loved building supercharged *anything*. Cars, bikes, trains…
Charlie’s shirt was a subtle display of his own specialty. Anything crystalline or mineral. He was damn good at making delicate parts for anything anyone wanted, and invented his own crystal-run machines. If given the chance he could hold a stone, then pretty much replicate it in about 10-15 minutes. He’d heard of someone else who could do that with books, and had wanted to meet them, but thon had no idea where to find them, and it made thon sort of sad. Thon would love to geek out over that sort of thing, especially if they had someone in their family who was into quantom physics. Thon didn’t really have anyone other than Riley to debate that field with, and thon thought it would be fun to broaden thon's horizons by talking to someone else.
While Charlie had been caught up in these thoughts, Lilla and Lorena walked in. They pretended for all the world as if they were sisters because they had born on the exact same day at the exact same time from different mothers, but now, now, their relationship was starting to drift toward something else. Brian saw the looks that passed between the two women. The shy way Lorena would reach for, and then hold, Lilla’s hand, the sweet golden laughter each shared with the other. Their passion was old films, old, projector ones, old black and whites, and the early era cartoons. Robby and Perrywinkle,
Little Scoundrels, among others. They would debate villains like Riley and Charlie debated sciences and their powers. Lilla’s hair changed from brown to green, to a bright pink, her excitement showing in the colors of it. Lorena’s cat’s whiskers quivered with excitement and she had a hard time not purring with it.
“Go on, it’s OK.” Lilla soothed, “You know no one cares here.”
Just then, Jasmine, Kaira and Kendle came out, carrying a huge dray between them. A forth person, one with gold and pink wings half hidden by long red twists of hair held the forth corner. She must be the new one they had thought about bringing aboard, was Brian’s first thought, for he had not seen her before.
But then they all saw the cake at once. Each color with the names written in complemting sprinkles. Black on white. White on black, Tan on gray, and a sort of yellowish orange on the purple, with the rainbow in the middle, covered in coordinating sprinkles as well, with a chocolate heart in the middle of the circle.
Lorena purred; Lilla’s here went bright pink with happiness, Brendin and Brian let out twin dolphin squees, finally revieling their half-hidden power, and Kyle and brody, the two supernaries of the group, grinned in pleasure.
“Happy polyversary, you lot.” It was the new one who spoke, her voice rich and full, as if some mythical beast lived inside her somewhere, “May there be many, many more.”
The entire poly family stood as one, bowing their thanks to the four, then rushed at the tray, stopping short.
“Holy shit, buns!” Brody crowed her delight, “Color coordinated, too!” She giggled like a little girl.
“That musta been Brogan’s doing,” Brian grinned, “Your damned twin is always up to something. And it’s just his style, too.”
Brody let out a throaty laugh. “Yep it is. Although, it’s Their, now. They’ve finally come out as nonbinary.”
“About damn time.” Riley muttered, “Congratulate them for getting off their houseboat, would you?”
“Later.” Brody sighed, “When they’re done absorbing what their coming out actually means for them, and for us.”
Charlie nodded, “They need someone to talk to,” Thon raised a hand, “Riley and I are here. We both know what that’s like.”
“Thanks.” Brody smiled softly, “So, shall we continue with the celebration then? Who’s for buns and cake!”
The woops and hollers of the other seven drowned out the retreat of the newly formed baking quartette’s departure; their work here was done.
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Word count (story only) 1072
::This story came out of the crowdfunding creative jam for November, and was inspired by a prompt from
ysabetwordsmith it also references an idea by alexseanchai. It is sponsored at a discounted rate by flamingsword as an early holiday gift because they are amazing; may they have a three fold return! This is the sequel to The Cake is Not a Lie! and is also set in Polychrome Heroics.::It was there tenth anniversary. The bakers they had hired promised something special. The ballroom they had rented had been used for the same tea party Shaela and Jasmine had been to just a week ago, and was now decked out in asexual pride paraphernalia.
Down the corners of each wall were special colors. Black, white, purple, gray. One picked by each couplet of the poly family here.
Brian and Kyle were the first to enter, sitting across from each other. They were deep in conversation about cars. Each one was dressed in their favorite brand’s T-shirt. Brian proudly displaying The Kiram logo, which was a tire with the name printed around the rim, and Kyle had Crinsar, a jeep in red and silver printed on a white backdrop. They sat at one end of the oblong table, grinning at each other like a couple of schoolboys.
Then there were Brendin and Brody. Dressed in complementing outfits. Brody in her long sweeping Ivory skirt set, and Brendin in the complementing cream suit with a perfectly notted black tie. Brodi’s white headscarf that went down the back of her hair to its midlength; her hair went to her waist and was as red as autumn leaves, complemented it perfectly. Food and fashion, and perhaps a hand touch or two. They loved each other for that. IT was almost as if they knew what each other was wearing, even before they saw each other. They glanced at their gray fold with a fond smile. Perfect.
Riley and Charlie entered next. Riely had xir hand on the small of Charlies back, guiding thon to a seat with a flourish. Riley had a shirt he had custom ordered with the enterprise on one side and the mellenium Falcon on the other. With the caption: I like both. Deal with it bitches.
Charlie’s shirt bore a skull made of Crystal on the front, and a vulture-like creature on the back. Down the side it read, Skelitor meets the Dark Crystal, Who will win?
They were debating the finer points of McGuire’s last adventure with great enthusiasm, expounding on how they would have done it differently, and what they would have kept the same. Both were supergismologists, with different specialties. Rileys was anything AI. He could take a look at anything that was artificially intelligent, or even disability related, and tell what was wrong with it and how to fix it. He also loved building supercharged *anything*. Cars, bikes, trains…
Charlie’s shirt was a subtle display of his own specialty. Anything crystalline or mineral. He was damn good at making delicate parts for anything anyone wanted, and invented his own crystal-run machines. If given the chance he could hold a stone, then pretty much replicate it in about 10-15 minutes. He’d heard of someone else who could do that with books, and had wanted to meet them, but thon had no idea where to find them, and it made thon sort of sad. Thon would love to geek out over that sort of thing, especially if they had someone in their family who was into quantom physics. Thon didn’t really have anyone other than Riley to debate that field with, and thon thought it would be fun to broaden thon's horizons by talking to someone else.
While Charlie had been caught up in these thoughts, Lilla and Lorena walked in. They pretended for all the world as if they were sisters because they had born on the exact same day at the exact same time from different mothers, but now, now, their relationship was starting to drift toward something else. Brian saw the looks that passed between the two women. The shy way Lorena would reach for, and then hold, Lilla’s hand, the sweet golden laughter each shared with the other. Their passion was old films, old, projector ones, old black and whites, and the early era cartoons. Robby and Perrywinkle,
Little Scoundrels, among others. They would debate villains like Riley and Charlie debated sciences and their powers. Lilla’s hair changed from brown to green, to a bright pink, her excitement showing in the colors of it. Lorena’s cat’s whiskers quivered with excitement and she had a hard time not purring with it.
“Go on, it’s OK.” Lilla soothed, “You know no one cares here.”
Just then, Jasmine, Kaira and Kendle came out, carrying a huge dray between them. A forth person, one with gold and pink wings half hidden by long red twists of hair held the forth corner. She must be the new one they had thought about bringing aboard, was Brian’s first thought, for he had not seen her before.
But then they all saw the cake at once. Each color with the names written in complemting sprinkles. Black on white. White on black, Tan on gray, and a sort of yellowish orange on the purple, with the rainbow in the middle, covered in coordinating sprinkles as well, with a chocolate heart in the middle of the circle.
Lorena purred; Lilla’s here went bright pink with happiness, Brendin and Brian let out twin dolphin squees, finally revieling their half-hidden power, and Kyle and brody, the two supernaries of the group, grinned in pleasure.
“Happy polyversary, you lot.” It was the new one who spoke, her voice rich and full, as if some mythical beast lived inside her somewhere, “May there be many, many more.”
The entire poly family stood as one, bowing their thanks to the four, then rushed at the tray, stopping short.
“Holy shit, buns!” Brody crowed her delight, “Color coordinated, too!” She giggled like a little girl.
“That musta been Brogan’s doing,” Brian grinned, “Your damned twin is always up to something. And it’s just his style, too.”
Brody let out a throaty laugh. “Yep it is. Although, it’s Their, now. They’ve finally come out as nonbinary.”
“About damn time.” Riley muttered, “Congratulate them for getting off their houseboat, would you?”
“Later.” Brody sighed, “When they’re done absorbing what their coming out actually means for them, and for us.”
Charlie nodded, “They need someone to talk to,” Thon raised a hand, “Riley and I are here. We both know what that’s like.”
“Thanks.” Brody smiled softly, “So, shall we continue with the celebration then? Who’s for buns and cake!”
The woops and hollers of the other seven drowned out the retreat of the newly formed baking quartette’s departure; their work here was done.
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