2.75 – Preparation

Lyra shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her papa’s inventions, it was just…

…ok, maybe it was a bit. She’d seen the chaos that his malfunctioning SimRay had caused last year, so in all honesty she couldn’t be blamed for being a little cautious. It was four-thirty in the morning, she was wearing a suit that was completely alien to her (no pun intended) and she was about to step through an interplanetary portal.

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2.70 – Free

“And now, back to the studio.”

“Thanks, Jim,” the anchorman said, turning to his guest. “Well, I don’t think any of us were expecting her to be released so soon.”

“You’re right about that,” the man said, grimacing. His body was glowing a soft, rippling red. “If I had my way, she’d be locked up for good. “


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2.69 – Awakening

“This can’t be in Simlish,” Shea said, pouting as she scanned the page once again. “Are you sure I’ve got the right book?”

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s just a bit more… technical than you’re used to,” Mal said as Lor peered over his shoulder at the page.

“I dunno. This looks pretty odd to me.” Lor squinted at the words, mouthing them silently as he read. “I don’t know what half of this means.”

Malik smiled up at him. “It’s Art History, love.”

“Ah, that explains it,” Lor said as he grinned at his daughter. “I failed that one.”

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2.68 – The Powers That Suck

Slight content warning: Creeper alert. More details here. Nothing explicit.


“She’s learning, Leo, we just have to be patient.”

Lyra winced as the sounds got progressively more out of tune. She hadn’t thought it possible, but somehow Shea seemed to be getting worse as the days went on. She looked over at Leo, taking in the way his hands were clenched around his phone. If he kept that up, it would probably be broken soon.

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2.67 – (I Know It’s Going To Be) A Lovely Day!

Shea smiled sleepily into her pillow. It was finally here! She rolled over and grinned up at the ceiling.

“Happy birthday to me~”

She slid off of the mattress and onto her knees before pressing her cheek to the ground, peering into the space underneath the bed. A vague shape caught her eye as she adjusted to the darkness, and she reached out towards it. She’d been saving it for a special occasion, and this certainly qualified.

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