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esmeiolantheThe prompt for this story was “Murphy’s Law” submitted by smoothiesims. This story fits into Chapter 8 of Already In Progress.
Rating: G
Dramatis Personae
Aren Fuchs, college student.
Rosalie Sanders, his second-cousin-by-adoption, roommate, and girlfriend.
Setting
Rosalie and Aren’s rented off-campus house. Aren enters the room to fins Rosalie at the computer in her pajamas. A spoon is hanging out of her mouth, and a jar of Nutella is on the desk.
AREN: Haven’t seen you all day, yo. How’s it going?
ROSALIE: (taking the spoon out of her mouth) Sucks.
AREN: Really? But you’re watching a cat video in your pajamas.
ROSALIE: At four in the afternoon. (reaches for the Nutella) And you didn’t mention how I’m eating Nuttella straight from the jar with a spoon.
AREN: Which means I can’t have any.
(Rosalie shrugs)
AREN: But I don’t see what’s so bad about that. Not for you, anyway.
ROSALIE: So I overslept, right? Woke up when the alarm went off, but I was really tired, so I turned it off and went back to sleep and didn’t wake up until eleven.
AREN: You must have really needed the sleep.
ROSALIE: Who cares? I missed class. And that’s the whole morning gone, practically. So I had a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast – which wasn’t even satisfying, by the way – and then I sat down to check my email, and next thing I know it’s three thirty and I’ve watched all these stupid cat videos, and believe me, some of them are reeeeeeally stupid. I haven’t gotten dressed or combed my hair or brushed my teeth or anything. (takes some Nutella) Haven’t worked on my paper. Either of them. And I could stand a shower, but that’s not happening because there are cat videos to watch. I mean, the whole day is shot and everything is wrong, and I can’t be arsed to fix it, so I’ve decided to turbo bad the day.
AREN: “Turbo bad”?
ROSALIE: Deliberately make it as bad as possible. Now, I’m only halfway through the jar of Nutella, which means I’ve successfully blown my diet, but I’m only at the diarrhea-in-a-few-hours stage. It takes three quarters of the jar to reach the horrible-nausea-right-now stage, which is what I’m shooting for. Go away. (as Aren turns to go) Oh, wait – if you see the cow mascot around, invite them in.
Notes
Murphy’s Law states “Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.”
This was the hardest prompt to write up, mostly because right after I got it I read this comic and I knew I could never be as brilliant as Mr. Malki!. It almost spoiled the whole prompt for me until I found myself thinking (on a bad day) that maybe I should go ahead a just “turbo bad” it, to see how much worse I could get it. I didn’t, but Rosalie did.
Rating: G
Dramatis Personae
Aren Fuchs, college student.
Rosalie Sanders, his second-cousin-by-adoption, roommate, and girlfriend.
Setting
Rosalie and Aren’s rented off-campus house. Aren enters the room to fins Rosalie at the computer in her pajamas. A spoon is hanging out of her mouth, and a jar of Nutella is on the desk.
AREN: Haven’t seen you all day, yo. How’s it going?
ROSALIE: (taking the spoon out of her mouth) Sucks.
AREN: Really? But you’re watching a cat video in your pajamas.
ROSALIE: At four in the afternoon. (reaches for the Nutella) And you didn’t mention how I’m eating Nuttella straight from the jar with a spoon.
AREN: Which means I can’t have any.
(Rosalie shrugs)
AREN: But I don’t see what’s so bad about that. Not for you, anyway.
ROSALIE: So I overslept, right? Woke up when the alarm went off, but I was really tired, so I turned it off and went back to sleep and didn’t wake up until eleven.
AREN: You must have really needed the sleep.
ROSALIE: Who cares? I missed class. And that’s the whole morning gone, practically. So I had a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast – which wasn’t even satisfying, by the way – and then I sat down to check my email, and next thing I know it’s three thirty and I’ve watched all these stupid cat videos, and believe me, some of them are reeeeeeally stupid. I haven’t gotten dressed or combed my hair or brushed my teeth or anything. (takes some Nutella) Haven’t worked on my paper. Either of them. And I could stand a shower, but that’s not happening because there are cat videos to watch. I mean, the whole day is shot and everything is wrong, and I can’t be arsed to fix it, so I’ve decided to turbo bad the day.
AREN: “Turbo bad”?
ROSALIE: Deliberately make it as bad as possible. Now, I’m only halfway through the jar of Nutella, which means I’ve successfully blown my diet, but I’m only at the diarrhea-in-a-few-hours stage. It takes three quarters of the jar to reach the horrible-nausea-right-now stage, which is what I’m shooting for. Go away. (as Aren turns to go) Oh, wait – if you see the cow mascot around, invite them in.
Notes
Murphy’s Law states “Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.”
This was the hardest prompt to write up, mostly because right after I got it I read this comic and I knew I could never be as brilliant as Mr. Malki!. It almost spoiled the whole prompt for me until I found myself thinking (on a bad day) that maybe I should go ahead a just “turbo bad” it, to see how much worse I could get it. I didn’t, but Rosalie did.
