Good morning starshine, the earth says hello

[The Anarchist]

OOC: Not one of my better efforts, but sometimes things don't work out for a reason. 
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Seromine is under siege from four children dressed in white. Two teens in particular, while two younger twins participate in a different way.

The oldest was using a baby voice when speaking, for example. Her dialogue is of no real importance, but is reflective of the past.

The second oldest found her amusement by pantomiming with a flair for the dramatic. "Oh, my! I fear his condition is getting worse --- I shudder to think that he may not be with us much longer."

Then she'd fall into someone's arms like she fainted. The twins were a bit kinder it seemed. They broke out a game of Twister, then veered off course by actually playing instead of mimicking the one time Seromine incorporated it into a match. Then there was a fifth, a baby, resting in a pastel pink crib. If she were old enough to have begun talking, holophrases may have been expressed.

The children are his daughters. He can feel their love. He can see them reaching out. He drops to his knees with his arms held out to hug them tight. They embrace. He holds the baby in his arms. Her big sister takes over.

Destiny's arms cradle him from behind. Her kiss is filled with passion. She pulls slightly back with her hands cupping his face. Her smile never wavers. He leans into her body with tears filling his eyes. 

Seromine slowly wakes. He touches the fresh lump on his noggin courtesy of Rick Majors latest ambush at the Iceys and immediately pays for it. This was the second time in three shows. What kind of mean spirited soul like that wins an award for most inspirational anyway?

Rick has no idea what the definition is. Rick is not inspiring. Rick is a bully! Seromine tried to show him how to be a good person and find salvation. Now he was being picked on for it.

Rick would get his. Just he wasn't important enough to further be a thought. Return to Glory wasn't happening yet. Why spoil a perfectly good morning?

Because this was the morning after the Iceys. 



Lucy bobs and bounces around the kitchen in her purple nightgown as the 1965 pop hit plays on the radio. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Every morning she would wake early to see to it was made. Sunny-side up egg eyes. Two pieces of bacon forming a smiley. Pancake ears. Hash brown hair. Then finally, fresh squeezed juice from the orange tree(s) outside.

She heard nothing of her son offering to swap places. If she so much as caught him trying, she'd promptly whisk him back to bed and restart the process over from the beginning. Plating the table and putting each portion together in their proper place came next. Lucy stands back to observe her work. It had to be right.

It was every time.

"Breakfast is ready, sweetie! Come and get it before the cold does." She cheerfully announces.

Seromine shuffles into the kitchen in less than a minute, still dressed in a pair of flannel pajamas he received last Christmas.

"Oh, there you are! Did my little angel sleep okay??"

They exchange good mornings before she receives her usual kiss on the cheek. He pulls out her chair and assists in scooting her in. His seat is close and to her left.

"Yes, mommy. My sleep was peaceful all the way through."

"Wonderful! I'm so glad you were able to get your forty winks. A rested mind is the best thing for a rested soul. I'm quite sure of it. I couldn't close my eyes until I knew you were at peace, I just simply couldn't! I tried and I tried, but it was impossible. I would have moved closer but then I didn't want to disturb you."

He smiles while cutting his food into small portions. It's very important to do that. Nobody wants to choke on their food, do they?

"You never disturb me, mommy. How was your sleep?"

Lucy takes a drink of orange juice. "Never better. I told myself that I just had to rise before the sun did and I did, didn't I? You should have seen all of the colors in the sky! It was like someone painted the clouds."

He nods. "Can see the sunrise sometime?"

"Of course! After all, a sunrise is very beautiful. It's nature's way of saying "good morning, sleepyheads!"

Seromine snickers before taking his next few bites. Lucy rests her head on her hand. "Silly me! I forgot to ask about your head. How is it feeling, dear? You know how I worry about you."

Seromine touches the place where impact was most felt on the stage. Lucy brings his head down to her level so she can get a better inspection. Her touch was very light. As was her lips on the sore spot.

"Something really should be done about him. It upsets me seeing you get hurt! Wouldn't it be nice to see him get hurt for once? Hmm?"

"I'll make him pay, mommy. I promise I will. You try to help someone who was down on their luck and they turn around and become ungrateful."

Seromine lifts his head back up.

"They stay lost for a reason. Not even a search party could save him. No. No. I can't imagine them trying. It would be a waste of resources."

Lucy's attention returns to her son. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for us to talk about him. Will you forgive me?"

Seromine seems confused. "But you didn't do anything wrong, mommy. You never do. He did. More than once. He---" Seromine stops himself. "I love you. Thank you for making breakfast."

"I love you too, sweetheart, and you're very welcome. Come on. Show mommy how you make the clean plate club!"

They liked to call a finished meal that. It was a silly game, but perfectly harmless. Rick Majors wasn't given another thought in the time it took for them to finish. There would be a day for that soon enough.