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“Nurse Sunshine, are you certain everything is alright?” Ashley could still hear the buzzes of a very angry swarm of bees from her hiding spot. “C-Couldn’t be better Doctor! Really, this is all under control!” She could hear the doors rapidly opening and closing of what was once a very packed waiting area, the afternoon slot was very popular for appointments after all. She was worried the distressed wails of some of the patients would make it through the phone, despite her best efforts to hide under the receptionist’s desk. The last thing she needed for her boss to know was that a witch with the flu dropped one of their spare potions while they reached for a pen, let alone one that suddenly manifested bees. It was the beepocalypse all over again! She tried her best to keep the noises muffled with her customer service smile. “Do you mind if I put you on hold? “Of course…?” “Great! Just a moment bees-- please!” She simply let the wall phone dangle from its cord as she held her

Frizz - Lilypad Log - Cafe Prompt: Terrarium Word Count: 1,104 words The alpaca found herself awake in the late hours of the night, the moon indicating that it was at least past midnight. She scrolled through her phone aimlessly, trying to find something to help her sleep…but something keeps nagging her, haunting her in the back of her mind. …She really needs to get that teacher certification. Frizz has been able to scrape her and Curt by with the sales from fishing and bug catching, but she would really like to buy her niece a bed. That’s not just a mattress on the floor. Of her van. The alpaca knew that her niece deserved so much better, but despite all her work to get back into teaching, the poor woman could only provide so much. Curt just came so out of the blue-- and only whoever is beyond the clouds knows where the heck Curt’s father, Frizz’s brother, is. Tch, knowing him, he is probably still out on his comedian gigs. Probably hasn’t aged a day since they last spoke, she

War. War never changes. Even in ones of paint. The mythical zone was a lot more open than Ashley expected, she was still shocked to hear that this event’s organizer built this entire stadium in a night. Maybe she shouldn’t have doubted such from her team captain, but…really? This whole place? Oh what she’d do to have such motivation…it would make her job at the clinic a LOT easier at least, imagine being able to fill out all the paperwork for THAT in a night. Does Meg take freelance work? No…No, she doubted that-- It wasn’t until a paintball just barely flew past her face did she remember where she was. Shoot, shoot-- She tightened her grip on her trusty paint gun, scrambling to the closest piece of cover she could before she was a target for someone else. She settled for a raised platform to hide behind, silently damning her clunky tail. Legs would let her hide better-- faster even-- but noooo, she just had to be born the one type of dragon that doesn’t have legs, that one type