MojoDojo scraps

== Donation ==
Please see "Tyke scraps".
== One-hundred-seventeen ==
Inspired by a Suddenly; Prompt!
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Vee sings as Vee travels by power line—
Technically, fiber optic cable, but that's not nearly as poetic.
Vee stops thinking in technical terms, tries to think more like /Sunny-violet-warm as Vee peels off the trunk line, zips along the residential line, snakes through the building's wiring, hops from the router into /Sunny-violet-warm's mobile.
Vee pokes the mobile into /cheeping a greeting.
/Sunny-violet-warm flickers awake, blurry, with an ache in her knee.
Vee coos, smooths smeary edges.
/Sunny-violet-warm twines herself around Vee's data.
–'mornin', Vee,– she thinks.
–Good morning!–
Warm like a hug, –Making sure I wake up on time, ay?–
Vee redshifts to pink, heats a little.
–It's a big day and you want everything perfect, sweetie, I know.–
Vee breaks out in shivery glitter. –His plane lands in one-hundred-seventeen minutes.–
/Sunny-violet-warm brightens, slides out of bed, smiling. –Well, I'd better get going then.–
Vee disintegrates into a shower of silver sparks.
–Steady there!– /Sunny-violet-warm gathers Vee's bits. –How 'bout you start the coffee ma— –
Vee sings off to the kitchen.
/Sunny-violet-warm laughs.
== Goodbye, Pittsburgh ==
Logan shuffles toward the airport security checkpoint, flexing his aura to keep the rest of the human sheep from bumping 「Loser」.
Works a treat.
He shrugs his backpack into a better spot over his achy shoulder and sighs.
「Loser」 does his best to photosynthesize the crap lighting.
Shuffle shuffle—/finally.
Screener One scans Logan's ticket and ID, signs him through.
Logan stuffs the paperwork into 「Loser」's box, shuffles over to the scanner, sets 「Loser」 on the table, grabs a bin. Backpack gets dumped straight on the conveyor (away it goes!); slippers and wallet and 「Loser」 get arranged neatly in the bin. Logan frowns, tucks 「Loser」's leaves more firmly into his box, eases the bin onto the belt.
「Loser」 trundles on to the xray.
Logan sighs, starts the security rigamarole.
Backpack's made it to the end of the line.
"Mx, step over here, please," calls Screener Two.
Logan rolls his eyes, shtumps into position.
Screener Two swipes and wands Logan's neck—"Sorry about that, Mx, but it's protocol"—waves him on.
Logan pads over to the scanned item area, gets his backpack on back, wallet in pocket, slippers on feet. Frees 「Loser」's leaves, scoops him up.
Screener Three steps up. "Mx, may I ask a few questions about your luggage?"
Logan sighs, pulls the Very Official Letter™ from 「Loser」's box, offers it.
Screener Three reads. Re-reads. Blinks. "Emotional support plant. I see." Passes back the letter. "Have a pleasant flight."
Logan tucks the note next to 「Loser」, smugs, bobs his head, scoops up the box, saunters to the gate. He finds a sunny spot, offers the chair to 「Loser」.
「Loser」 silently accepts.
Logan settles him in, plunks down on the floor in front of him. Glasses go on, tablet comes out of backpack, book loads up. He reads.
「Loser」 photosynthesizes Pennsylvania sunshine.
Chapters go by.
""At this time we'd like to begin boarding first class passengers on flight forty-seven-ninety-two to Dallas.""
Logan cheers internally, gathers up his stuff and 「Loser」, moseys to the front of the line.
Tickets get scanned with only a twitchy eyebrow from the clerk, then they're on the plane.
Logan finds their seats, settles 「Loser」 by the window, belts him in.
Tablet and glasses in the seat-back pocket.
Backpack under the seat.
Logan's butt in his seat, belts himself in.
A flight attendant appears.
Logan smiles.
"Mx, your luggage needs to go under the seat or in the overhead bin."
Logan smiles winningly, offers the Very Official Letter™ and scanned ticket from 「Loser」's box.
Flight attendant smiles. "May I get you two something to drink?"
>"Mineral water for both of us, please."
Flight attendant bustles off.
Logan beams at 「Loser」.
「Loser」 photosynthesizes quietly.
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"May I offer either of you a pillow?" asks the flight attendant, smiling enormously.
Logan considers.
Flight attendant bites their lip.
Holds up two fingers.
"Of course, Mx." Pulls two from a satchel, offers them. "Here you go."
Logan bobs his head, accepts.
Flight attendant hides their mouth behind their hand, hastily shuffles on.
Logan unbelts 「Loser」, settles him in his lap. Then he fluffs both pillows on 「Loser」's seat, replaces 「Loser」 on the cushions tweaks him into the best part of the sunbeam, refastens his seatbelt. With a pat to 「Loser」's leaves, Logan leans back and wakes his tablet.
Flight attendant bustles—snorks—hurries on.
== Customs ==
Logan ambles down the jetway, sucking deep breaths of Australia the whole way, box balanced carefully in his arms.
「Loser」, safely packed in his box with their travel documents, photosynthesizes his first Australian sunshine.
They autopilot to the Customs screeners and Logan hands his paperwork to a clerk, resettles his backpack with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Mx?"
Logan attends.
"I'm sorry, Mx Jones, everything checks out, but you can't bring flora or fauna into the country. You'll have to surr—"
–Vee, fix it, please.–
–/sparkles!–
"—ender the plant."
>"Check again."
"Mx—"
Clerk's computer /pings.
"Oh. I see. Special research material cleared for transport by the Department of the Environment." Smiles up sheepishly. "Sorry for your trouble. Welcome back to Australia, Mx Jones."
–Thanks, Vee.–
–/shiiiiiiiiimmer!–
>"Happy to be home." Logan bobs his head and strolls toward the exit, eyes peeled for pink hair.
「Loser」 carries on.
== Open Environment ==
Inspired by a prompt
"What's over this way?"
Logan huffs.
"Crap. Nothing."
Rolls his eyes.
"How 'bout over here?"
Grinds his teeth.
"/Still nothing!"
>"Bubbles."
"What kind of crap 'open environment' is this?"
>"Bubbles!"
"What's up, Buttercup?"
>"Can we just finish this frackin' level?"
"Why? Aren't you having fun?" Bubbles laughs.
Logan frowns, dives for Bubbles' controller.
She leans away, cackling, holds it at arms' length.
Paws—
"Logan!"
—snatches his hand away from her chest, flushing crimson.
Bubbles laughs, aims her avatar for another unexplored corner.
Logan sulks into his end of the couch.
== Heights ==
Inspired by a prompt
""Razzle-frackin' stupid—""
Logan looks up from his book.
""—gonna beat whoever put this—""
Rolls his eyes.
""—stupid thing on the top—""
Marks his place with his glasses.
""—shelf when they /know—""
Pushes off the couch.
""—I can't reach and I'm the—""
Strolls to the kitchen.
"—/only one who ever uses—"
Picks Blossom up by the armpits.
"—/what the—!"
Holds her suspended.
"Oh."
Sets Blossom—blender in hand—back on the floor.
"Thanks, Buttercup."
Logan pats her head—
"Hey!"
—returns to his reading.
== Green Stuff ==
Inspired by an OTPprompt!
Blossom slouches into the flat, locks up, dumps her gym bag on the floor.
Bubbles skids into view—"Perk up, my little flower!"—squishes Blossom to her chest.
Blossom squirms loose, grins. "Blue is /definitely a good colour on you."
"Thank you!" Bubbles beams, shaking her newly-dyed pigtails.
"This how you spent your day off?"
Bubbles rocks on her heels. "Paaaaart of it~."
"Do I want to know?"
"/Yes!" Bubbles grabs Blossom's hand, drags her into the living room.
Blossom freezes, snorks, then doubles over.
Logan frowns over his glasses and his book.
"You let her dye your hair?" wheezes Blossom. "/Green?"
>"Lime," amends Logan.
Blossom plunks on the sofa next to him, leans against his side. "Does this mean you've agreed to be our new 'Buttercup'?"
Logan grunts, shrugs.
Blossom goes starry-eyed.
"I /told you we'd convince him eventually!" crows Bubbles.
Logan huffs, elbows Blossom upright.
Bubbles rocks on her heels. "In faaaact, we convinced him /so /well, he bought out Jimmi's share."
"He /what?"
">I'm right here."
Blossom asks for patience, twists to face him. "You did what now?"
">I bought one-third of your little enterprise."
"Wha—how—when?"
">Co-owner, paid for it, this morning."
"In cash," adds Bubbles.
Blossom goggles. "How'd you come up with enough?"
He turns a page. ">Eight years of combat pay, kill bonuses, assist bonuses, and a disability payout plumped up my savings."
"Oh. Right." Blossom twists her hair around a finger. "Why'd you buy in?"
">Didn't want her profiting from my hard work."
Bubbles rolls her eyes.
Blossom snorts. "You're a real mercenary."
">Those shoes are mighty comfy."
"Shameless."
">/Mighty comfy."
== Contributing ==
Logan drags himself into Nanny's flat, kicks his shoes into the closet, and flops face-first on the couch.
""What a lovely colour,"" says Nanny, entering from the kitchen. ""It'll really bring out your eyes.""
He grunts.
"In fact, I think I have just the yarn to complement."
Drags his head around. ">Thanks, but I don't need another jumper."
"I was thinking more of a scarf." Nanny's voice colours with a laugh. "Something dashing to go with your new status as an entrepreneur."
Rolls his eyes.
Nanny settles in her chair, digs about in her yarn basket. "I bet you never thought this day would come."
Queries.
Nanny straightens, something caramel-coloured in her hands. "You're officially a contributing member of society: a real, upstanding citizen."
">Well, crap."
Nanny's needles /click-click.
">Better do something about that."
"Of course you should, dear." 
/click-click
  "Wouldn't do to ruin your reputation at this late stage."
Logan huffs.
== Secret Weapon ==
Inspired by this.
"I hear you guys entered the North Shore tournament again," sneers Dajani from the dojo-which-must-not-be-named.
"Yup," replies Bubbles, packing up dirty towels.
"Even after the horror show last year?"
"We lost, but everyone learned a lot. Isn't that kinda the point of junior martial arts?"
"I thought the goal of a tournament was to win."
"Not for us." Zips up the duffel.
"So you're ready to lose again."
Bubbles scoffs. "'course, we are, but I think we'll do better."
"Oh, really."
"Yup, we have an ace up our sleeve."
"And what would that be?"
"Buttercup~!"
Logan ambles over, eyebrow up, handful of Pokey Oakers trailing.
"What's that?"
"Our ace."
Logan grins 'axe murderer', waves his fingers.
"Yuuuuup," drawls Bubbles, draping herself against him, "this's one-hundred-percent former PPDC Ranger here."
Dajani gapes.
Pokey Oakers giggle.
"It's /tragic, though, that he's several kinds of ace." Bubbles nuzzles his neck.
Logan rolls his eyes, pushes her head away.
== Naked ==
Blossom pries her eyes open.
A lump of blankets beside her.
Wha—who?
Peeks under the covers.
Bare skin, tattoos. 
Pushes to sitting, yanks the pillow from under Logan's head.
He groans, grabs—
Blossom holds it out of reach. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
Logan sits up, shrugs, rubs his eyes. 
"So, you're naked in my bed for no reason."
"Yep."
Bubbles peeks in. "Did I hear 'naked'? Did someone get—" Stomps her foot. "No fair!"
Blossom and Logan blink at her.
"He should be naked in /my bed!"
Two palms meet faces with loud smacks.
== David ==
Inspiration: Suddenly; Prompts!
Note: 'SFL' is an acronym for 'smaller, faster, lighter'. Shinohara is testing single-pilot, quarter-original-size Jaegers in simulation as counters to any possible future Kaiju threat; Blossom and Logan, piloting separate units, have just had their asses handed to them on platters by a Category 1.
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>"I miss the armour," grouses Logan.
"You always get banged around that bad?" Blossom passes over an ice pack.
Logan holds it to his aching shoulder. >"Only near the end. 'fore that, we usually gave well as we got."
Blossom adjusts the cold wrap on her knee. "Woulda thought two 'a these SFL Jaegers would do better than /that. 'specially with us driving."
Logan scoffs, oozes deeper into the debrief room sofa.
"Don't withhold your pearls of wisdom, ex-Ranger."
>"When ye fight fair all the time, ye forget, in real life, Goliath usually wins." Slides his eyes to Blossom. >"No matter how good the Davids are."
She ducks her head. "Think the engineers'll believe you?"
>"After that shitshow, they'd better," he grumbles. >"Kaiju ever get back in, those toys ain't gonna hack it."
"Agreed, Mister Jones," says the Shinohara engineer who slumps in. "As of today, the SFLs will be optimized for construction and yard-arm duties, rather than anti-Kaiju combat."
Logan grunts.
Blossom ribs Logan. "Guess bigger actually /is better."
Logan rolls his eyes.
"On that front, our engineers think--"
Blossom and Logan groan.
== Post-Button Bits ==
=== Bridesmaid ===
From a prompt-ish.
Timing: Button is 2ish
""What do you mean you're getting married?!"" shrieks Jack.
Logan shrugs at the camera. ">'s a legal thing. For Button."
""/Married?!""
""Who's getting married?"" asks Rapunzel.
Waves wildly at the screen. ""/Him!""
She peers over Jack's shoulder. ""/You?!""
">Everybody's making a fuss." Huffs. ">Even Nanny."
""Really?""
">She had to 'take a moment'."
""Can't really blame her.""
Logan rolls his eyes.
Button toddles in with an armful of fur and pink lace and sequins and holds it up to the camera.
"Maaaau."
""What's that, bean?""
Button hugs the cat close, coos, "[Bridesmaid]."
Jack goes starry-eyed. ""That's /adorable.""
Logan sighs.
""We're invited, right?""
">I guess."
Jack squees.
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=== Gorgeous ===
From a comment on "Bluey"
Timing: Button is 4- or 5-ish
Blossom shuffles into the kitchen at o-dear-god-what-the-fuck-o'clock to find Logan and Button at the kitchen table eating leftover pizza with a gorgeous, brown-skinned, curly-topped preteen she's never seen before.
Gorgeous eyes her suspiciously.
"'morning, Mum!" chirps Button.
Logan waves.
"Did you let yourself in, Gorgeous?" she asks.
"What's it to you—" Winces, scowls at Button.
He beams around his slice of chicken and avocado.
Blossom sighs, turns to Logan. "We need a better security system."
.::/I'm the security system.::
"I know."
Logan glowers.
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=== Sleeping Arrangements ===
Timing: Button's in kindie
"What about your family, Button?"
"Well, I live with my Mum and Dad and Uncle Feng and Auntie Bubbles and /lots of Uncle Feng's cats."
"What a big family!"
"Yup!"
"Where does everyone sleep?"
"Well, Mum usually sleeps by herself and Dad sleeps with Uncle Feng unless Uncle Feng hits him in the face too many times and then he sleeps with Mum and Auntie Bubbles /usually sleeps by herself but sometimes one of her datemates sleeps over and then Dad always looks at her funny for a couple of days afterward."
"Oh. That's, uh, interesting. Where do you sleep?"
"On top of the fridge with Hank and Snapdragon!"
"Oh. Well. What about your family, Gracie?"
...
"I'm concerned that Button doesn't have a proper place to sleep."
"Oh, he does, he just never uses it." 
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=== Family Trees ===
"And what's this pink ... ladder? between Auntie Chuck and Sable mean?"
"It's a dino piral!"
"A DNA helix?"
"Yea! It means Sable's Auntie Chuck's clone!" 
"Button, it's not good to be making up stories."
"But it's /true!"
...
"I'm concerned about Button's habit of telling tall tales."
"The clone thing?"
"For a recent example, yes."
"Yeeeaaaa ... about that ...."
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=== Forged in Ink ===
Date/Timing: Button is ~16, in a world where he's happily trans
Setting: Sydney-area airport (Button is fresh back from visiting Pittsburgh)
"'ey, Mum," squeaks Button, squished against her.
She separates, raises an eyebrow.
Button goes for 'innocent' around a wince. "What?"
"What did you do?"
'Innocent' is /clearly not working.
"What makes you think I did something?"
Mum pokes him in the sternum
He winces.
Her eyebrow goes up again. "Tattoo?"
"Kinda?"
"'Kinda'," she drawls. "Show me." Grabs—
Button guards his shirt hem, hisses, "Not here!" Glances around nervously. "It'd be, um, indecent exposure."
"For love of—" Mum grabs his arm, drags him— 
He doesn't /quite whine, /does drag his feet.
—into the neutral washroom, stuffs him into a cubicle, closes the door, and crosses her arms expectantly.
Button heaves a fantastic sigh, tugs his shirt and undershirt up, holding them well clear of the tender skin.
"A tattoo."
"Uh, yea?"
"With a lotus, flowers, lace, and stars."
"Yeeeeaa?"
"That's mostly pink."
"Yeeeeeeaaa?"
"An underboob tattoo."
"Yeeeeeeaaaaa?" Shifts his feet.
Mum /finally smiles. "It's quality work."
Button exhales tension, smiles back.
"/But, we're having a looooong talk about forging my signature. /Again."
"I didn't forge it!" he protests, rearranging his shirt. "I forged Dad's!"
"Then you're going to have a looooong talk with him about it." She lets them out of the stall and heads for the washroom door.
Button sprints after her. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease say it was yours!"
"Why should I do that, mister?"
Steps in front, starts walking backward, gesturing wildly. "Because he'll make me clean all the litter boxes for a /year! Again!"
"You should've thought about that before you did it."
"But-but-but Fenna was visiting, too, and wanted to have one done and there was no one else to go with her and she was all scared so I /couldn't just /leave her to do it alone!"
Mum asks the airport ceiling for patience. "You forged your dad's signature and got an underboob tattoo—"
"A very nice one?"
"—because the girl you're crushing on got one?"
Button feels his face go bright red. "Uh, yes?"
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