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thecrazyalaskanSomething was troubling her. It was pretty obvious—she was sitting at an off to the side table in the lounge with her laptop and a can of Dr Pepper, but wasn’t paying attention to the soda or the occupants of the lounge. A bunny breeding session had somehow come to a grinding halt, and all she was able to do was moan in annoyance and rub her eyes. What had happened was anyone’s guess, and no one dared asked. Even KARR and Garthe had the good sense to make a discrete exit for their assigned room when they saw the state their innkeeper was in.
This left the remaining Knight Rider cast, plus Devon’s sister Florence on holiday, sitting on the opposite side of the lounge watching her. “Has she ever been this upset?” April asked.
“We’ve seen worse,” Michael replied between sips of his drink.
“Should someone say something?” Bonnie questioned, glancing at KITT.
“I’m not suited to counseling,” the AI protested, shaking her head.
“She seems to like you well enough,” Florence observed.
“I still don’t feel comfortable with the idea,” KITT insisted. “What about you, Florence? You’re of her imagination—you could connect to her.”
“True,” Florence began, “but we actually don’t know each other that well yet.”
“Let me try talking to her,” Devon said, standing. “She seems willing to open up to me.” With that, he left the table and slowly crossed the lounge, pulling up a chair next to the distraught innkeeper.
She looked up as he settled into the seat. “Hey, Devon,” she mumbled.
“What’s bothering you?” he asked with little prelude.
She didn’t speak, but pushed the laptop toward him. “Check Firefox.”
Devon opened the lid and waited for the screen to pull itself up. He started to ask if it was finances, when the question died on his lips. DeviantArt was the site in question, which rarely elicited this kind of reaction—until he saw the piece and it all clicked. “Oh” was all he could say.
“When did this become socially acceptable?” she finally managed. Her voice was low and tense. She never was good at concealing her emotions.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” he replied softly.
“Jesus…”
“It’s alright,” Devon said softly, trying to soothe her.
“It’s not alright,” she snapped. “I take shit like that personally.”
“Might I ask why?” he questioned.
“How do you feel when someone calls Flossie a cripple?” she asked shortly.
Devon closed his eyes, briefly. Like the innkeep and the word retard, he objected very strongly to those who felt “cripple” wasn’t an offensive term. “Point taken…”
“I see shit like that,” she went on, “and I think of my crew.”
Devon couldn’t help but smile thinly at the way she referred to the students with whom she worked—all of them classified as intensive needs, but all of them loved like her own children (some more than others, but everyone got loved eventually). “With a mama bear like you, I’m sure they’ll be fine,” he offered, laying a hand on her shoulder.
She leaned against his arm, vaguely exhausted. “You smell like tea,” she commented idly after a moment. It was an observation, yes, but also a compliment.
Devon smiled and patted her shoulder. “Flossie and I were getting ready to talk about our childhood,” he noted. It was a sort of… offer.
She took up the laptop and straightened her frame. “Just give me a second to pull up iMovie.”
-.-.-.-
Title: Socially Accepted Bullshit
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Mind Canon Boarding House
Characters / Pairings: TheCrazyAlaskan, implied Garthe x KARR, April, Bonnie, Michael, KITT, Florence Miles, Devon
Rating: T+
Genre: General / light crack
Warnings / Notes: Language, use of derogatory terms
I saw this piece of bullshit and I lost it. I was in on the phone with locoexclaimer and for several minutes, I couldn’t breed bunnies or even think properly.
True story. I work with intensive needs kids, and love them all very dearly, and object very strongly to the use of the word “retard.” If you want to see me get righteously pissed the fuck off, call someone a retard in front of me. I will go Mama Bear on your ass.
For more information, visit Special Olympics’ R-Word Campaign website
Garthe, KARR, April, Bonnie, Michael, KITT, Devon, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Florence Miles © TheCrazyAlaskan
This left the remaining Knight Rider cast, plus Devon’s sister Florence on holiday, sitting on the opposite side of the lounge watching her. “Has she ever been this upset?” April asked.
“We’ve seen worse,” Michael replied between sips of his drink.
“Should someone say something?” Bonnie questioned, glancing at KITT.
“I’m not suited to counseling,” the AI protested, shaking her head.
“She seems to like you well enough,” Florence observed.
“I still don’t feel comfortable with the idea,” KITT insisted. “What about you, Florence? You’re of her imagination—you could connect to her.”
“True,” Florence began, “but we actually don’t know each other that well yet.”
“Let me try talking to her,” Devon said, standing. “She seems willing to open up to me.” With that, he left the table and slowly crossed the lounge, pulling up a chair next to the distraught innkeeper.
She looked up as he settled into the seat. “Hey, Devon,” she mumbled.
“What’s bothering you?” he asked with little prelude.
She didn’t speak, but pushed the laptop toward him. “Check Firefox.”
Devon opened the lid and waited for the screen to pull itself up. He started to ask if it was finances, when the question died on his lips. DeviantArt was the site in question, which rarely elicited this kind of reaction—until he saw the piece and it all clicked. “Oh” was all he could say.
“When did this become socially acceptable?” she finally managed. Her voice was low and tense. She never was good at concealing her emotions.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” he replied softly.
“Jesus…”
“It’s alright,” Devon said softly, trying to soothe her.
“It’s not alright,” she snapped. “I take shit like that personally.”
“Might I ask why?” he questioned.
“How do you feel when someone calls Flossie a cripple?” she asked shortly.
Devon closed his eyes, briefly. Like the innkeep and the word retard, he objected very strongly to those who felt “cripple” wasn’t an offensive term. “Point taken…”
“I see shit like that,” she went on, “and I think of my crew.”
Devon couldn’t help but smile thinly at the way she referred to the students with whom she worked—all of them classified as intensive needs, but all of them loved like her own children (some more than others, but everyone got loved eventually). “With a mama bear like you, I’m sure they’ll be fine,” he offered, laying a hand on her shoulder.
She leaned against his arm, vaguely exhausted. “You smell like tea,” she commented idly after a moment. It was an observation, yes, but also a compliment.
Devon smiled and patted her shoulder. “Flossie and I were getting ready to talk about our childhood,” he noted. It was a sort of… offer.
She took up the laptop and straightened her frame. “Just give me a second to pull up iMovie.”
-.-.-.-
Title: Socially Accepted Bullshit
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Mind Canon Boarding House
Characters / Pairings: TheCrazyAlaskan, implied Garthe x KARR, April, Bonnie, Michael, KITT, Florence Miles, Devon
Rating: T+
Genre: General / light crack
Warnings / Notes: Language, use of derogatory terms
I saw this piece of bullshit and I lost it. I was in on the phone with locoexclaimer and for several minutes, I couldn’t breed bunnies or even think properly.
True story. I work with intensive needs kids, and love them all very dearly, and object very strongly to the use of the word “retard.” If you want to see me get righteously pissed the fuck off, call someone a retard in front of me. I will go Mama Bear on your ass.
For more information, visit Special Olympics’ R-Word Campaign website
Garthe, KARR, April, Bonnie, Michael, KITT, Devon, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Florence Miles © TheCrazyAlaskan
