Writer Lady's Day Off Part 4

 

A strong female voice echoes, “I got the power!” The opening notes of “I’ve Got The Power,” by Snap plays in the background.

Writer Lady watches as her sword begins to glow, the light growing brighter, as it dims she realizes she’s no longer holding the same weapon. The light continues to dim until only the words inscribed on the blade are glowing. Everyone stops moving as they read the words, 'TAKE ME UP.'

Captain Ozar’s mouth drops open, “Really?”

Writer Lady raises the sword to the sky as the song begins again.

“I’ve got the power!”

The officers' faces drop as they look at Writer Lady’s new helper.

“Excalibur.” One ogre says.

“Where did that come from?” A second ogre asks.

“Does it matter?” The first ogre counters.

“I thought this was a practice session.” The second ogre says.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The wild ogre’s thump is heard well before he appears. He is taller, bigger, and way meaner looking than the ogres making up Captain Ozar's forces. When the officers see him they open the circle and get out of its way. The wild ogre continues approaching, several wild ogres friends follow. The ogre officers that had been Writer Lady are now standing behind her and Excalibur. Residents of the village step back. Waaaaaay back.

Writer Lady closes her eyes for a moment. Nothing can touch me. None of these ogres can hurt me. I don’t need to fear them. The ogres on the other hand…”

“Should be afraid.” TP giggles. “They should be very afraid.”

“Give Excalibur to me.” The ogre in front growls.

Writer Lady looks at TP with mischief in her eyes. Turning back to the ogre she says, “If you want it, come and get it.” She responds, urging them forward.

The first ogre Writer Lady defeated covers his eyes, “I can’t watch.”

“No one gets more than three blows against Excalibur.” Captain Ozar responds.

The wild ogre who demanded Excalibur steps back, allowing the group accompanying him move past. Raising Excalibur with both hands, Writer Lady holds fast awaiting the first blow.

“Any last minute advice?” She calls out to Captain Ozar.

“This isn’t like what you were doing before. You’re going to have to really hit them. It’s going to have to hurt.”

“No pressure there. Anything else?”

“The faster you move, the better.”

“Will it give me an advantage?”

“No. It’s the only way the fight is going to look good with TP s musical number.”

Writer Lady looks at TP. The faerie has positioned himself in front and to the left of the onlookers as well as Writer Lady and her squad of volunteers. Positioned where all can see but well out of the way from where the action is expected to take place.

TP spins around for a wardrobe change. When he stops spinning the faerie is dressed in Hammer pants, a matching jacket, and coordinating high tops.

The beat starts playing, TP dances as the song begins.

Can’t touch this.

Five pixies in coordinating outfits appear behind the faerie and pick up his dance.

You can’t touch this.

The ogres standing behind Writer Lady begin chanting. Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh.

TP continues, My-my-my music hits me so hard, is heard seconds before the first blow is struck.

One of the wild ogres tries to throw Writer Lady off balance by sweeping her legs with an uprooted tree. She dodges it. Pointing Excalibur at the trunk of the tree, a long burst of light moves up its length traveling into the ogre’s hands. Screaming, the ogre drops the tree and falls to its knees in pain.

“That’s one. She’s leveling up.” Captain Ozar observes before hitting an ogre with its own flail.

“I’m not really a gamer and this is not my idea of fun. Where did this guy come from?”

Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh

“He’s an Accumulator. Accumulators are random creatures looking for items of power that would allow them to take over anything they want. Every now and then a new one pops up.”

Writer Lady meets another wild ogre. She thrusts Excalibur into its upper thigh. The ogre screams, knocking over members of Captain Ozar’s squad as it approaches her.

Captain Ozar shakes his head. “Now you just made it angry.”

“Ya think?” She steels herself. Closing her eyes she whispers to Excalibur, the weapon glows, releasing a ray of light that hits the angered wild ogre square in the chest, knocking it to the ground. It stops moving.

Yo - sound the bells, school is in sucker.

“That’s two.” Captain Ozar calls. He looks at Writer Lady. “We have two more of the lesser ogres to go and the ring leader.”

Writer Lady looks up to find the leader leaning up against a tree. “I thought he was here to take Excalibur.”

“He is. He’s watching and waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you to wear yourself out fighting his foot soldiers.”

Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh

Writer Lady looks at Captain Ozar. “I’m going to need an escort.”

The captain gestures for one of his soldiers to join them, as the ogre steps forward he asks. “Where are you going?”

She nods in the direction of the ring leader and says, “To finish this.” Turning back to Captain Ozar she says, “Have to do it now. The song’s going to be over soon.”

Ring the bell, school’s back in.

Writer Lady continues her trek to the ring leader and looks up. The wild ogre is well over a foot taller than she is and has more muscle mass than any other being for miles.

“You are a female human of Earth?”

“Does it matter?”

“No. Humans are easy to kill.”

“Not all of us.”

“You will be. Give me Excalibur. I may let you live.”

Writer Lady looks around her for something that will give her an advantage. Captain Ozar and the ogre he recruited to help are several feet behind her fighting off the remaining foot soldiers.

The ring leader grabs her shoulder. Bending down, he leans in and says, “Before you even realized it, I took the upper hand.”

She looks him in the eyes and says. “You also have bad breath.” Writer Lady pushes her arm up hard. Excalibur penetrates the wild ogre’s head through the soft flesh covering the creature’s mandible. “I’m ambidextrous you dipshit.”

Captain Ozar raises Writer Lady’s arm and declares, “That’s three.Writer Lady wins!”

The music fades as Writer Lady takes center stage on the village fountain to say a few words.

Writer Lady smiles, “Thank you. I won because all of you were willing to stand with me. It’s time to celebrate!” She says before lowering Excalibur so the top of its hilt is at eye level. “Thank you for showing up for me exactly when I needed you,” she says before planting a kiss on the weapon.

“Where’s the party?” Someone in the crowd calls out.

Writer Lady looks around and sees what looks like a bakery at the far end of the village sitting across the road from a massive gazebo.

Writer Lady's Day Off Part 3

 

“You didn’t do the hair thing did you?”

TP giggles, hiding his smile behind a hand.

Writer Lady reaches up and confirms that TP did in fact do the hair thing. Her mouth begins moving, I come home in the morning light…by the time she gets to the first chorus Writer Lady finds herself and her um...entourage in the middle of a cobble stoned street in a brightly colored village on a float that actually floats. Writer Lady looks around for something that tells her where she’s at and sees a sign that reads Little Ambling Floating Band and a group of pixies and faeries holding musical instruments floating behind her.

Pixies line both sides of the street along with ogre families. The adults are clapping and dancing to the music the children are waving at Writer Lady and her new friends. Since TP has taken Cyndi Lauper’s voice and put it into Writer Lady’s mouth she does her best to relax and roll with it. Putting both of her arms out and raising her face to the sky as she sings, I want to be the one to walk in the sun. Dancing in time with the bear, tiny owl, mountain lion and unicorn who have become her back-up dancers. Some version of this was all Writer Lady had wanted. One chance, one moment, one day to have some real rule free, judgement free fun. By the end of the song Writer Lady was adding her own moves, the audience had come out into the street and everyone was dancing. As the song ended TP appeared in front of Writer Lady.

“Feeling better?”

She let her smile answer for her.

“What else should we do?”

A mischievous look appears on Writer Lady’s face. “Does anyone know where I can get a sword?”

A dozen hands appear from every angle offering her a weapon.

Writer Lady accepts a sword that feels comfortable in her hand. “Will someone show me how to use this properly?”

Captain Ozar, Lady Gray’s head of command emerges from the crowd. “I’m free to assist. What would you like to learn?”

A smile crosses her lips. “Captain Ozar, good to see you.”

“Good to see you Writer Lady. What do you want to learn?” He repeats.

“How to kick some ass.” She responds.

Laughter rings through the group of ogres that has come to see who their captain is talking to.

“That won’t be difficult.” TP giggles.

“We all do have a bit of soft spot for you.” Captain Ozar admits.

The ogres nod in agreement.

“Can you teach me enough to knock Tinkletoes on his butt?”

“I can do that. Let’s start at the beginning. The first thing you need to learn is how to address your opponent.”

TP rolls his eyes and waves a hand over his shoulder. The uniform of the ogre standing behind him is replaced with a dress. It’s white and falls to the ogre’s knee. The address on the dress belongs to Tinkletoes. The stamp is depicts the ruler of the Graylands, the feline, Lady Gray.

“That’s not what the captain meant TP. Give the officer back his clothes.”

TP waves a hand and the neatly folded uniform appears in the ogre’s outstretched hands.

“I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get from you while we’re in Faerie.”

“You’d better believe it Toots.” The faerie says with a tip of the brown fedora that has appeared on his head and a wink.

Writer Lady attempts a lunge and realizes she already needs help. She looks at TP. “Wardrobe.”

The faerie taps her shoulder and the dress, the jewelry and the bright orange hair disappears. They are replaced with brightly colored athletic wear covered in images of tiny flowers, bubbles and pixies, along with a pair of shoes and gloves.

Making a second attempt, Writer Lady extends her right leg and leans into a lunge as she stretches out her arm and holds up her weapon.

“Very good for someone fighting in your dimension.” Captain Ozar says.

“We don’t do that here Silly Human.” TP says.

Ignoring TP, Writer Lady returns to a standing position. “Show me what to do.”

“First, keep in mind you are in Faerie. When fighting using a sword neither the weight of the sword nor the size of your opponent determines who will be the winner.”

“It depends on how much skill you have.” Writer Lady says.

The captain shakes his head. “The determining factor is only one thing, the limit of one’s imagination.”

“Oh.” Writer Lady lowers her sword.

“Not all creatures of Faerie use their imagination. Living in a magical place like Faerie many feel no need to imagine anything else.”

"You on the other hand," Captain Ozar takes a step stopping next to Writer Lady’s ear and whispers, “I think you’ll find that you’re what you humans would call a heavy weight.”

A small smile emerges moments before she shakes her head. “It’s been a tough year, don’t be too sure.”

“Your muscles may be weak but they’re still there. As they say on your world, it’s just like riding a bike. Observe.” Captain Ozar as he takes up a sword and nods to another ogre in the crowd. The ogre returns the nod and approaches raising his own weapon.

The two blades meet.

“The trick is to imagine yourself winning.” He continues. “Your clothes and skin are stronger than any armor. No strike can penetrate them.” Captain Ozar lets his opponent’s blade touch his shoulder—the fabric of the captain’s coat remains intact. He reaches out and hits the other ogre’s finger with his blade which momentarily glows brightly. A number one appears in the air to the side of them in the same bright green color. He gives his opponent a nod and steps back. “Your turn.” Captain Ozar says looking at Writer Lady.

“Will I hurt him?”

“Nothing but his pride.”

TP appears at Writer Lady’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be like shooting fish in a barrel.”

Writer Lady looks at TP for a few beats before repeating, “Fish in a barrel.”

“The imagination is strong with this one.” The faerie says looking at the ogre as Writer Lady raises her sword.

The ogre swallows nervously as he approaches. He raises his sword, lowering it across her upper arm a narrow strip of bright yellow glows where the sword is touching her. A bright yellow one appears in the air.

Captain Ozar approaches, “Remember your body is made from impenetrable armor. No one can defeat you.” He looks at the ogre. “Again.”

The ogre strikes a second time. Writer Lady steps out of the way immediately countering with a strike to the ogre’s torso. A deep green mark glows where her sword crossed the ogre’s skin. The green side appears showing Writer Lady has scored ten points.

“I told you, you’re a natural.” Captain Ozar looks at the crowd surrounding them. “Who’s next?”

A second ogre approaches, one that appears to be twice the size of the first ogre. He looks at Writer Lady with a concentrated glare, grunting as he approaches.

Writer Lady returns the glare and grunts back. Taking a defensive stance, she blocks his first attempt. As her imagination builds, fending off the ogre off takes less and less effort. Writer Lady notices the ogre looking at Captain Ozar seconds before he says, “Can I get a little help here?”

“Looking for volunteers.” Captain Ozar calls to the group on onlookers.

Five more ogres step forward. Writer Lady finds herself surrounded.

If anyone could use a little help...crosses Writer Lady’s mind.

Writer Lady's Day Off Part 2

 

“Kids don’t always understand what they’re wishing for,” she says as she dances up to a fireplace mantel across the room from where she started.

“They know a lot about fun.”

“Not everything.” Writer Lady counters. “Besides your idea of what’s fun changes as you do.” She says as she does the splits. She comments, “That’s going to hurt tomorrow,” as she returns to a standing position. “Can we do something else now?”

The lights dim and a faster song begins playing in the background as Writer Lady finishes wrapping the ball of her foot with some kind of tape. She’s dressed in black from the top of her dance wear to her leg warmers except for her tights which are brightly colored and have freakishly big flowers on them. TP is dressed in jeans and a tank. The faerie is sitting behind a TP sized synthesizer. A brown pit bull terrier looks at Writer Lady adoringly from across the…

“Warehouse? What are we doing in a warehouse?”

“Apartment. It’s a warehouse apartment Sweetie.” Carp’s voice is heard coming from somewhere. “It was stylish and hip for the time. Just close your eyes, listen to the music and…”

“Go away!” TP calls out. “TP’s in charge today!”

“Lord help us all.” Carp says, slamming a magical door as he leaves.

“Maniac” by Michael Sembello begins playing.

Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night…TP sings freakishly well.

Writer Lady begins having her own personal Flashdance moment. “I always wished I could dance like this. I feel so...limber.” Sweat begins raining on arms and shoulders. Hair sticks to her forehead. “Where did all this curly brown hair come from?”

TP ignores her and keeps playing.

She keeps dancing. Her body won’t stop moving. She’s tried stopping seriously. It’s just not working.

The music fades as the song comes to an end.

“Fun?” TP asks.

“Fun.” Writer Lady looks at the faerie, “Is my butt supposed to be this sore?” She looks at TP. “I need a break.” Writer Lady feels herself being pulled to yet another location. She lands in a meadow full of wildflowers. Tall green grass is interspersed with a sea of vibrant reds, yellows purples and blues. She’s now wearing a day dress reminiscent of medieval times. A white gown with a skirt that falls just above her bare ankles with flowing sleeves. An embroidered corset and wreath of flowers with ribbons hanging down her back completes the ensemble.

Better.

She looks at her companions. A white unicorn, a black bear and a mountain lion. An owl rides along on the mountain lion’s back. TP appears fluttering next to her shoulder.

“This is boring, what’s next?” He asks.

“It’s been fun so far. But I need a little bit of time. I just got here, let me savor the moment.”

“TP needs something to do,” the faerie announces fluttering back and forth busily.

“How far are we from a town or a village?” Writer Lady says.

He shrugs.

“Finding out would give you something to do.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Why not?”

“You told me to. It’s not fun anymore.”

“I’m sorry about that TP, what would be fun for you?”

“Roasting giant marshmallow men. Making lots of smores!”

Writer Lady shakes her head.

“TP going to find something to do.”

“Okay. You do that.” Writer Lady looks at her companions and continues her walk wondering how she got so lucky.

“This walking through a meadow stuff is fun but is this all we’re going to do? TP said there’d be dragons and stuff,” comes from the black bear’s general vicinity.

“Really?” Writer Lady asks.

“Yeah and panthers. I kinda got a thing for panthers.” The mountain lion comments.

“Apparently one only has so much control over one’s own adventure even on a day off.”

“You can’t control everything. If you control everything it’s not an adventure,” the unicorn points out.

“I suppose.”

“What is the purpose your journey?” The tiny owl asks in his high voice.

“Fun.” Writer Lady says.

“What is fun?”

“Hmm...how to define it. Fun is doing something just for amusement. For the enjoyment of it.”

“You’re not doing something to feed yourself or to find shelter?” The bear asks.

“No.”

“Or to maintain territorial lines.” The mountain lion asks.

“No.”

“Or to gain knowledge?” The tiny owl asks.

Writer Lady shakes her head.

“To spread magic?” The unicorn asks.

“Just because it’s fun.”

“I think I should very much like to see this thing called fun.” The mountain lion says.

“You all live in Faerie, don’t you have fun all the time?”

“Don’t we have fun all the time?” The unicorn asks.

“It depends on who you are and where in Faerie you’re currently residing. Being in Faerie doesn’t always guarantee a good time.” The black bear says.

“It does help to have some new blood.” The mountain lion says. “Will you show us some of this fun?”

“I’m sure Faerie fun is a bit different than Earth fun. I’ve lost my way a bit when it comes to Earth fun.”

“Show us your idea of fun.”

Writer Lady’s cheeks turn a soft pink. “That’s the problem, I’m no sure I know what fun is anymore.”

TP appears on the unicorn’s head. The faerie sings as he dances around the creature’s horn. “Time to do something big!”

Writer Lady becomes conscious of the song that had been playing in the back of her mind. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“That’s not what your brain said. We just want to have fun!” The faerie calls.

Extremely familiar music begins to play in the background.

TP spins around. When he stops spinning he’s wearing a brightly colored strapless dress with a full skirt trimmed in gold. He has bright orange hair and is wearing heavy dangly earrings. TP flies over to Writer Lady and flutters in front of her. “Does the woman of the day want to play in the video or join the parade?”

Her brow furrows as she remembers Cyndi Lauper’s iconic video. “I don’t remember a parade. There was a conga line at one point but no parade.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asks. “Bueller.” TP says giggling.

“Bueller.” The bear repeats as if he’s trying the new word out.

“Bueller.” The tiny owl says.

“Bueller?” Writer Lady says as she recalls what TP is referring to. “No. I am not doing that.”

“It’s okay TP will make it way better.”

The opening notes of “Girls Just Want To Have Fun,” plays in the background.

A Writer Lady size dust devil appears at her feet and begins working its way up the length of her body. When it disappears she looks just like TP.

Writer Lady's Day Off Part 1

 

Writer Lady stretches in bed as she opens her eyes. Raising her arm she looks at her hand, the hilt of Excalibur rests in her palm. Unable to believe what she’s seeing she closes her eyes, when she opens them Excalibur is gone.

Writer Lady sighs and gets out of bed. Another day of job hunting lies in front of her. More time spent trying to convince a bot she has something valuable to contribute. Unfortunately for her bots don’t read fiction. After using the bathroom and brushing her teeth she looks at herself in the mirror. Today is it. Today I’m going to apply for the job that is going to be my next job. She practices her friendly and enthusiastic new employee smile. The grimace that results looks so much like she’s auditioning for a laxative commercial she gives up. Maybe the smile will have returned by tomorrow. Finding her favorite jeans and a t-shirt that reads, “I am smiling” she gets dressed and shuffles into High Command to start her day. She tenses when a pair of hands grab her shoulders – a familiar voice says “Not so fast lady.” Writer Lady turns to face Tinkletoes and says, “The coffee is already made, it’s in the pot.”

“I’m not here to ask for coffee.” The self-proclaimed mercenary says her around to face him. “You’ve been spending too much of your time trying to find a new job. You aren’t even taking the weekends off anymore are you?”

“I’m still off most of the weekend.”

“That’s not the same.” Tinkletoes counters as he guides her into the living room. “We’ve been talking and as much as we appreciate your dedication to finding new employment we all agree you need a day off, not less time job hunting or a break from skill development but a real day off.”

“No cooking.” Aunt Purdy says.

“No cleaning.” Peter, Paige, and Dylan add.

“No running to the store for my cheese puffs...or candy bars...snack cakes...fruit leather...potato chips…” Ray says. “...p..”

Tinkletoes’ hand covers Ray’s mouth, a very muffled pizza can still be heard emerging from behind the insomniac’s lips.

“No skill building.” Diomedes says.

“No job hunting.” Tinkletoes announces.

“You can only have fun.” TP giggles.

“It’s only one day Mom, we’ll be fine.” Dobby says.

The Honky-Tonk piano notes from “Old Time Rock And Roll” by Bob Seger plays in the background, ending as suddenly as it began.

“Welcome to your day off!” House calls making the windows rattle.

“That was a lot of enthusiasm.” Writer Lady observes.

“We’re kinda payin’ her.” Tinkletoes admits.

Writer Lady nods.

“Here’s your bag.” Carp says as he holds up her purse.

“Paige and I filled a tote bag with your favorite things.” Aunt Purdy says, holding the bag out.

“Thank you.”

“Coffee.” Tinkletoes holds a large go mug up with the name Bueller printed across the front of it.

Writer Lady leaves the house. The door closes behind her. She stands in her driveway wondering what to do next. After a few minutes she gets into her car setting out to spend some time at the farm.

“No workee workee!” TP’s voice comes pouring out of her stereo.

The car begins sounding like its been possessed before abruptly dying. She tries starting the car again. Nothing. Writer Lady picks up her phone to call for a mechanic.

“The car only died because of what you tried, it’ll be fine by tomorrow silly human.” TP giggles disappearing in a puff of smoke.

“I’m supposed to have a day off without being in my house or driving my car. Farm work is a great big No. If I can’t go anywhere and I can’t stay home what’s left?” she asks before resting her head against the seat and closing her eyes. The singing begins.

Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination.

Writer Lady opens her eyes. Gene Wilder sits in her passenger seat dressed as Willie Wonka. It’s not his voice that’s singing, the voice is a higher pitched giggly one that’s all to familiar.

“Very funny TP.”

Writer Lady reaches out. TP’s magic falls away as she touches Gene/Willie’s arm. A demon appears in his place.

“Did TP put you up to this?”

The demon’s eyes grow wide with fear. “Daemon wanted to help.”

“Thank you Daemon. You can go back inside the house now.”

He nods and gets out of the car. A door to the house appears next to the car shielding the demon from curious neighbors’ eyes. Daemon waves at her before disappearing inside.

“TP?!”

“Writer Lady’s angry, TP’s not coming out.”

“Writer Lady’s also stubborn. I’m not getting out of this car until we’ve had a talk.”

“Uh oh.”

“If I’m not supposed to stay home and I can’t take my car where am I supposed to go on my day off?”

“Anywhere you want.”

“I can’t use my car!”

“Walking?”

“I can’t walk anywhere that’s fun.”

“We didn’t think about that part.”

Writer Lady’s face has not yet softened. “It’s time to think about it!”

“TP might be able to help. What is fun for Writer Lady?”

She lowers her head and sighs before responding, “I really don’t know anymore. I never relax enough to find out. In order to have fun a lot of things in my world would have to change.”

Want to change the world...there’s nothing to it, plays through Writer Lady’s car speakers.

“If only it were that simple.”

TP appears and sits down on the dash of her car. He’s dressed up like Willy Wonka. “It could be,” the faerie says. “TP knows a game. Writer Lady remembers having fun. Whatever pops into Writer Lady’s head is what we’ll do now.”

“Whatever pops into my head...that sounds familiar. I saw that in a movie once and in that movie there was a giant marshmallow man.” She looks at TP. “There is no way I’m fighting a giant marshmallow man and if I was I wouldn’t be doing it here.”

“Okey dokey.” TP says. “Let’s go!”

There are two flashes of light as they disappear leaving Writer Lady’s car empty. Writer Lady opens her eyes and takes in her surroundings. Feeling cold she looks down and sees a pair of white crew socks on her feet. She’s wearing a pair of white dance shorts and tank top under a white dress shirt with burgundy pin striping and a turned up collar. She looks down and behind as far as she can to confirm her backside is appropriately covered. The opening of a well known song rings out on the piano as she slides across a wooden floor stopping to face and empty living room. TP follows in the exact same outfit.

“How did this happen?” She asks as she begins lip syncing to “Old Time Rock And Roll” by Bob Seger.

“Sometime when you were a kid you thought doing this would be fun.” TP says.