You Are What You Think(Pie TF, Cheetah TF, pumpkin/jack-o'lantern TF, bush TF, fruit TF, clay TF, bubble TF, glass TF)grapehyacinth
(Commission for bwv1979)
Walking into Gena Fellowes' lab was always a treat for Jim Marks. He never knew what strange sight he might encounter there. Today he entered to view Gena positioned in front of a cage, observing it closely. But its contents were not moving, nor would they. All this cage contained was a block of cheese.
“Um, Gena, that cheese isn't going anywhere,” he coughed.
She looked up, startled. “Oh, oh, Jim!” she cried, running over and grabbing his arm. She pulled him closer to the cage. “This is no ordinary block of cheese!”
Jim could feel her shaking in excitement, and he could only imagine what she was up to. “Meanwhile there's a mouse somewhere who's feeling very deprived.”
She shook her head in surprise. “No, Jim. That is the mouse!”
She was pointing right at the cheese, and Jim awkw
Flora's Arrangements (TF)Flora’s Arrangements: a simple store in the middle of southeastern Florida. It’s out of the way, too far from any landscaping opportunities to make its wares desirable... But its business doesn’t rely on the selling its wares. Its business relies on a little bit of change.SketchySeraph
Flora is a witch, and a damned good one at that. Most of her kind preferred to use others, changing humans against their will. After all, transformation is the key to immortality for their kind. But Flora is in no way a typical witch. She only nibbles on time borrowed from people’s changes, preferring to ask for permission first. Finding voluntary subjects helps her stay abreast of the law, of any authority—and it makes her popular and well-liked with her usual clients.
So, without further ado, let’s take a step into this quaint little shop with a magical owner, watch a few chapters from the life of the kind witch with a green thumb.
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Fox Serum story
"This seat isn't taken, I presume?"
Dale looked up from the stein he was sipping from as the man who'd voiced this question seated himself on the barstool next to him. Warily, Dale raised an eyebrow in speculation as he mustered his sudden and unwanted companion.
Damn, I just want to finish my beer and then go home to bed... what's Jensen doing here?
While his department head at work, the sales department at a large company which was developing, producing and selling Fox Serums, was a companionable and friendly fellow, he wasn't known for visiting bars late in the evening - even less at a workday. The probability of this being a chance encounter therefore tended to be virtually zero, which meant that Jensen wanted to talk to him about something. Since he hadn'