flavour of the day, rhubarb and blueberry cheesecake with chopped nuts
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Dissolved
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: futz, Rhubarb ‘My Treat’ #30: all’s well that ends well (Nutriware Ltd. has to go on without Newson after his death. They manage), Blueberry Cheesecake #10: down the road
Toppings/Extras: chopped nuts
Wordcount: 280
Summary: And the company went on.
Notes: In official canon, Newson no longer dies, but I have to finish Rhubarb. XD Also, what happens to the black ops team is still canon, and now I have to write post-Timeless Adam. Futz: to pass time in idleness (usually followed by “around”).
The company was all right. It was a company. People died, even ideas died, but companies lived on forever in the gloriously hopeless tangles of red tape and exchangeable debt, in the unstoppable shifts of money. The gears ground on. The cogs were unstoppable. People would never stop buying food and the factories would never stop producing it.
Adele Merritt was the first to hand her notice in. That surprised everyone-well, not everyone, but most people. She slammed it down on the desk in front of Newson’s replacement, shot her a look daring her to argue and then walked out of Hamlet Tower for good.
The black ops department was dissolved. Not all of it on command. Robyn Walshe and Victor Blackledge had disappeared under very suspicious circumstances and Bradley Dekeynel and Taisy Daniels slipped away at some point or other, between the various shifts in company policy.
The most astounding disappearance was Adam Kirby, Cassidy LaJoie and their time machine. The lab was stripped bare when they found it. Everything gone.
Sometimes people still wonder what happened to it. They imagined Adam wandering around through time like the most inoffensive, soft-spoken Doctor Who ever conceived, though with less adventuring and more cups of tea in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
The company was all right, and it continued, albeit a little meanderingly for a while. Long-term plans were put into action and everyone was mightily pissed when laws began being slapped down about the treatment of the modern pirates-those thieving little bastards got rights while Nutriware was robbed?
Well, OK, a compromise didn’t sound too bad…
And the company went on.
And that was how it was.
Title: Dissolved
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: futz, Rhubarb ‘My Treat’ #30: all’s well that ends well (Nutriware Ltd. has to go on without Newson after his death. They manage), Blueberry Cheesecake #10: down the road
Toppings/Extras: chopped nuts
Wordcount: 280
Summary: And the company went on.
Notes: In official canon, Newson no longer dies, but I have to finish Rhubarb. XD Also, what happens to the black ops team is still canon, and now I have to write post-Timeless Adam. Futz: to pass time in idleness (usually followed by “around”).
The company was all right. It was a company. People died, even ideas died, but companies lived on forever in the gloriously hopeless tangles of red tape and exchangeable debt, in the unstoppable shifts of money. The gears ground on. The cogs were unstoppable. People would never stop buying food and the factories would never stop producing it.
Adele Merritt was the first to hand her notice in. That surprised everyone-well, not everyone, but most people. She slammed it down on the desk in front of Newson’s replacement, shot her a look daring her to argue and then walked out of Hamlet Tower for good.
The black ops department was dissolved. Not all of it on command. Robyn Walshe and Victor Blackledge had disappeared under very suspicious circumstances and Bradley Dekeynel and Taisy Daniels slipped away at some point or other, between the various shifts in company policy.
The most astounding disappearance was Adam Kirby, Cassidy LaJoie and their time machine. The lab was stripped bare when they found it. Everything gone.
Sometimes people still wonder what happened to it. They imagined Adam wandering around through time like the most inoffensive, soft-spoken Doctor Who ever conceived, though with less adventuring and more cups of tea in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
The company was all right, and it continued, albeit a little meanderingly for a while. Long-term plans were put into action and everyone was mightily pissed when laws began being slapped down about the treatment of the modern pirates-those thieving little bastards got rights while Nutriware was robbed?
Well, OK, a compromise didn’t sound too bad…
And the company went on.
And that was how it was.