it’s stuff they dust the gum with so it stays fresh and doesn’t stick to the wrappers. Different gum companies use different things, like sugar, or the stuff that they use to first make gum. Fun fact.
Ohmigosh! So the sugar ones use a really smooshed-up sugar till it’s dust? What’s the stuff that they use to make gum? Is it sap from trees? Lian licked sap on a tree trunk once but she said it wasn’t sweet like maple but we were playing with it between our fingers and it was all sticky and stretchy like gum.
Bubblegum ice cream isn’t pink? I feel like my life is a lie, now.
Isn’t it weird? Especially because proper bubblegum is so pink! I love that dusty pink, I wonder why bubblegum is always dusty? What’s that dust? I like to lick it off first sometimes.
Anonymous: What’s your favorite ice cream (or froyo or vegan version) flavor and why? How did you decide you liked this flavor the best? Is it hard to choose? Do you ever try different flavors? Why?
My favourite ice cream is anything pink! Strawberry or cherry. It’s like how drinks that are purple like grape juice and grape soda taste nicest, the same for ice cream except pink. Except once I had a pink ice cream that was pink pepper or something and it was gross, but otherwise ones that are roses or raspberries are really good!
I’ll eat chocolate and vanilla and those flavours too and bubblegum because it seems like it should be pink and not blue.
That is the CUTEST dress, Helen, I absolutely love those little crescent moons!
Thank youuuu! I was thinking of you and Auntie Zee when I got it, because you do space and she does stars and the dress looked like the space sky to me! My favourite part of Tower School is being allowed to dress how we want. When I went to public school they would NEVER let me wear dresses like that, no way.
You are inside your pocket dimension when it appears, in a flash of indigo light.
The squid-like entity shuttles slowly through the air, clearly meaning you no harm as it examines your place of residence. As it turns the closest thing it has to an eye towards you, you feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and compassion.
«Many salutations, paralarva» it says, rather formally, «The one bearing the honor of being Proselyte has come seeking shelter from the oncoming darkness. The one bearing the honor of being Proselyte senses compassion here, and wishes to partake in it, if that is agreeable to the one bearing the honor to be…» Proselyte shrinks in size and comes close to your face, staring into your eyes, «…you.»
In her time adventuring with Uncle Hal (when he was the Spectre) and travelling into suns, being kidnapped by demons, and flying on magic carpets with her interdimensional nanny, Helen Jordan has seen quite a lot of Very Odd Things.
This is very high on the list.
"Hello, Prosle — Prosilalyte," Helen says, copying the formal tone but mangling the indigo creature’s name along the closest lines of something she recognizes, which is how the spirit of the Indigo Lanterns gets its name crossed with ‘Pedialyte’. "I am Helen Jordan, and I’m happy to give you shelter, since you seem…" The little girl puts her hand cautiously on one of the creature’s gently waving tentacles, shutting her eyes long enough to feel the radiating waves of care and compassion coming from it. "Honourable," she finishes, and moves closer to hug Proselyte.
"But I think it might be better for us to go somewhere else," Helen frowns, from her place snuggled against Proselyte’s tentacles and carefully avoiding its eye. "Prosilalyte, do you know how to get to the Watchtower? Where there’s Green Lanterns?"
Anonymous: * upon waking, you discover that your hair is tied back with a pristine white ribbon. Written along the middle of the ribbon in flowing script is the word, "AvadaKedavra". *
Helen stares at the ribbon for a long time, a feeling of dread working inside her tummy. With Uncle Kyle gone and no way to contact her governess Materna (she tried, too, she tried thinking about Materna so hard and getting a message to her but nothing happened) she’s feeling lost and kind of alone, anyhow.
Ribbon in hand, Helen wanders the camp in her pink nightie — it got washed, which is nice — until she comes to the playground. Sitting in one of the swings, she starts to rock until the rhythm induces something like a trance, and she swings back and forth, high and strong, the white ribbon fluttering in her hand clutched around the chain.
The aluminum stairs rattled and groaned as Damian tromped the span that circled the tower, up and up until it reached the high platform. A few of his party followed behind him; he felt the staircase vibrate with their added weight.
He paused for only a moment to peer over the railing, the houses clustered below and the trees stretching around. There’d be time to study their surroundings more closely later, but for now, he had to determine whether anything useful lie in the tower’s control room.
A microphone was connected to the panel inside, though dust coated its spongy mouthpiece. Damian flipped the switch at its base and a green light glowed to life beside it. “Testing,” he spoke into the microphone, and he jumped when his voice was amplified from the speakers extending from the tower. He laughed, turning to his companions with clear delight as they joined him inside the hut. “I claim this camp in the name of Damian Wayne,” he declared over the speaker system, pleased by the sound of his own voice, and obliged to scoot aside so the others could add their announcements.
Damian looked down beneath the control panel. Lying in the dark was a wooden crate, the cachement symbol emblazoned upon it. He grunted as he worked with only his hands to aid him in prying open the hinged lid.
Helen tiptoed against the side of the railings so she could see over them, farther than just the little village of yellow houses they were close to. From up here, everything was arranged just like in that creepy scribbled-over map, but she could see out further beyond, as well — lots of forested areas in most of the surrounding area, and big rolling hills out behind the longhouse.
She looked behind her into the control room, laughing in delight at Damian’s claiming of the camp over the tinny loudspeakers, and gave him a big double thumbs-up. She’d announce something over the speakers too, given a moment, but there was something in the distance as she went around the square of the railings that was catching her attention.
Scraping her hair out of her eyes, Helen squinted out at the land before them, making out a body of water. It looked like a big lake, but there was something … strange about the surface of the lake. It wasn’t reflecting right. It looked like maybe somebody had clingfilmed the whole thing.
The sound of Damian scrabbling against something in the control room drew Helen’s attention, and she went inside and grabbed the microphone, watching the boy work away at his crate treasure. “All enemies beware! We will defend our territories!”
Once Mia felt she had shouted enough instructions at everyone, which had nothing to do with Damian telling her to shut up at all, she took a breath and stood there for a moment.
A moment was too long for her, and she turned around to look at Lian and Ramsey, “Come on, guys.” She said reaching down and taking Lian’s hand, the girls other still clinging to Ramsey. “Everyone is doing what they can to help those they can. Your parents are going to be fine. We need to take a look around and see what is going on. Alright? Keep your eyes open for anything that you think looks important.” Mia didn’t know where they were, but it reminded her a lot of the campsite that her class had stayed at when they were staying in Yellowstone.
It was best to remove both the kids from the situation going on in the pool, they didn’t need to stand there and watch that. Besides they did need to look around, check things out to make sure it was safe. She wasn’t so sure about any place that took peoples powers away. And she was feeling a bit… off too. Though she couldn’t really put her finger on why that was. Not bad, just… different.
So, Mia took the kids along the paved path glancing at the information board, “At least there is no post warning us about bears.” She said glancing at Damian with a small grin on her face as they walked pass.
Helen hadn’t been able to find Uncle Ollie like Steph had told her to, but to her great relief she saw that people were being carried out of the pool and away to the biggest of the yellow houses. The more alarming part of it was that it left her somewhat alone in the midst of the milling, stressed-looking adults; Helen had just gathered her hair in her hands, starting to wring it, when she saw Mia start to head down one of the paths past the information board. With Lian and Ramsey.
Setting her chin in determination, Helen skip-ran down the path to catch up with them, taking her place with the other two children as if she’d been there all along. She didn’t know Ramsey well yet, but seeing another child still comforted her. “Are we looking for a big road?” Helen asked, glancing back at the board where the map had been. Although it hadn’t seemed like it would help much, with all that creepy black all over it.