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| Prompt: Today you've been coerced into fostering a rescue muse. Yep, Tell us about your experience at the muse shelter. Describe some of the muses and their sad history. Decide which muse you are going to adopt, then choose one to give to one of the other bloggers, tell them a little about the muse you chose for them and why you thought it would be the perfect muse for them. Do you know what would be fun? This is Andre's idea Give rescue muses to your Writing.com friends and tag them in your entry. The muses will thank you for this. "That's why I love you so much! You always try to help out whoever and wherever you can," gushed MJ, unusually sober and clear-minded. "It's so nice of you to go with us to the Muse Shelter and help re-home those poor muses!" "Just so I'm clear MJ, I'm not adopting them all myself. I will help find homes for as many as I can, but I will NOT be home to them all." I tell her. "She has a point there MJ," Ravyn said. "It is getting a bit crowded in here. What with me, and you, and that damned talkative dog, and that ginormous bear, and... that...cat!" Ravyn haughtily stated. "That reminds me Rave, why haven't I heard from Ixnay or Mabel lately?" I ask. "Oh!" MJ rushes in to talk before Ravyn can open her mouth. "Rave muzzled Ixnay because she said he talked way too much, and she was tired of hearing him!" Ravyn glares at MJ and responds, "You know it's winter and Mabel likes to sleep all winter. That's what bears do, isn't it?" "I suppose you have a point Rave. But you need to take the muzzle off Ixnay. He does have valuable things to say. That could be why I haven't been able to write much lately." Ravyn sighs. She didn't want any other muse to be the center of attention and that dog was always demanding to be heard. "Okay. Whatever. But if I have to take the muzzle off the dog, does that mean that you're going to let Jel out of his straight jacket and padded room? I like him. We get into all sorts of adventures!" Just thinking about the last time that Jel was allowed out of the padded room made me cringe in trepidation. The fiery little imp was a handful on the best of days, but his penchant for setting things aflame came to a head when he set an entire bus on fire just because he wanted to see if cologne was flammable. It is. Very. Ravyn just stood by laughing at the entire fiasco, always true to herself. That was the last time we saw Dart though. I think the flames scared the poor hawk away. "Okay, here we are." I tell my fellow rescuers. "Let's see who we can save today, shall we!" Venturing inside, we see rows of little cells; each one holding a muse. On the outside of each is a card with information about the muse within that cell. "Wouldn't it be fun if we mixed up all the cards?" Ravyn asks. "Rave, why do you always have to be so bad, man? That is wrong on so many levels." MJ says with a hint of frustration in her voice. MJ is usually so laid back. She must really think saving these muses is important. The first cell has a tiny songbird inside, wearing a miniature scarf. The card says: Name: Easnadh - pronounced As-nuh Description: Musical muse History: Surrendered to the shelter after her trombonist lost the desire to play. Additional Notes: Would make the perfect muse for any musician but is best suited for those that play brass or woodwind instruments. "Oh Jenn! Don't you think Easnadh would be perfect for Richard ~ Looking for Luck!? Just perfect! She could inspire him to play more and maybe even help out with a story or two!" MJ says excitedly. I have a feeling she's going to want to match every muse here with a new home. I shake my head in silence and continue looking at all the muses. Maybe we'll find one to add to our "happy family" as well. The muses in some of the cells hunker in the back corners of their enclosures, seemingly terrified. I feel even worse for those little ones. A small, bold dragon catches my eye. He looks like he is challenging the world from behind the enforced glass door of his abode. Red-gold scales and golden eyes mesmerize me. I hear in my head a silky voice that suggests for me to read his information and I am compelled to do so. Name: Unknown as he has refused to mind meld with any of the volunteers Description: Small male dragon muse. History: Unknown. He just showed up on the shelter doorstep one morning with no note of explanation Additional Notes: Needs a home where dragons are treasured. Very strong minded but unusually pleasant for a dragon I bet the new guy, Averren could give him a home. Or maybe No Sox with Sandals or Apondia... We'll take him along too! I keep looking at the muses trapped behind their glass doors. My heart sinks. There's no way I can re-home all of them! There are just so many! With tears forming in my eyes, I tell the girls it is time for us to go. I say, "I guess it's time for us to go. I don't want to, but there's I don't know how to find enough musicians, writers, and painters to re-home so many muses." MJ and I cry together. Ravyn smiles broadly as she thinks there will not be a new addition to our family and she won't be deprived of any attention. Even with my heart breaking for those poor muses, I get irritated with my nefarious fairy! Head hung low I begin walking back toward the exit. It seems to take forever; the eyes of all those displaces muses seemingly damning me. But Nebula's strong voice rings in my head, "Stop! There is one you must look at more closely!" If Nebula is interested in this, then I have the feeling that we are going home with a "plus one more". I'm guided to one of the cells where a muse is cowering in the back corner. Its eyes are huge swirling orbs that draw me in. Instead of seeing pupils I see the sky, clear and blue. The muse stands and edges closer to the door. It looks like a desert fox. My heart goes out to it. It begins timidly searching my mind. Even without reading the card, I knew I was going to give this muse a home. But I read the card anyway. Name: Promise Description: Desert fox History: Rescued by the ASPCM after her previous writer abused her by asking for her inspiration around the clock. Additional Notes: Needs a caring and loving home where she is not the only muse Even Ravyn seems to be taken with the dear small fox. Maybe we are the perfect family for her! In true MJ style she asks, "Awww! Can we keep her?" We all chuckle, even Nebula - from wherever she is hiding. Promise and the other muses we're rescuing today all jump inside. The more the merrier, right?! And off we go to take Promise, Easnadh, and the unnamed dragon to their new homes. **How sweet is that! It even brought a tear to MY eye. - Rave.**  |
| Prompt: It's a funny thing now that we are all gathered here in The Banana Bar with our muses, waiting for the Day 3 prompt to finally be revealed, when all of a sudden the lights went out, and when the lights came back on you find yourself in the Banana Bar Basement. Oh No! That's not good. Luckily there was a pen and paper left behind, probably by the last group of bloggers I trapped in the basement somehow. Write about what you find or discover in the basement, and how you find your way out. or if you find your way out Do you meet anyone down there? Is your muse helpful in helping you navigate a path back upstairs? The lights came back on and I was somehow in the basement of the Banana Bar. I look around and discover I'm alone. Where'd everyone else go? How on earth did I get into the basement? There's creepy chuckling to my right so I look in that direction and see a table holding a pencil, paper, and that damned creepy stuffed monkey that I thought I had gotten rid of back in October. It's just looking at me with those black button eyes, grinning that same cloth grin that never leaves its face. It gave me goosebumps. More chuckling, but they weren't coming from the stuffed monkey, they were coming from deeper in the shadows. The chuckles turned into more feminine, bell-like tinkling giggles as I peered deeper into the shadows. Then I figured it out. Ravyn was back; for what reason, I had no idea. "Ravyn, why'd you bring me down here? They were just about to reveal the day three prompt!" The question just made Ravyn's giggle turn into a laugh. I thought to myself, Oh no! This cannot be good! when her laugh finally subsided, she responded, "Silly woman, I didn't bring you here, but I saw who did! And they gave out the day three prompt yesterday! You've been out of it for an entire day!" "What do you mean 'an entire day' Ravyn? It's Wednesday January 26. And if you didn't bring me here, who did?" More giggling. "Whoa! You're still out of it aren't you?! Today is Thursday January 27!" The room became hazy and filled with the smell of weed. MJ materialized from the haze and said, "Oh Rave, leave her alone. Can't you see she's confused?" "Confused?" I yell. "I'm not confused! I lost an entire day! I want to know exactly what happened you two!" "I wasn't me, man." MJ pouted. "Me either," giggled Ravyn, "but you do have to admit it's pretty funny." "What's so funny Ravyn? Have you been into MJ's stash or something?" I ask frustratedly. "No, silly. You know I like to see you all stressed out. It's when I'm at my best!" MJ yawned disinterestedly and chimed in, "It was that cheeky little furball that old Grumpy took under his wing. I guess it decided you were the next victim of its," and here she put up her fingers as if she were mimicking quotation marks, "little game." "Well Damn! I'm sorry for thinking it was one of you, but you two are the ones who usually play tricks on me. Can either of you at least help us get out of this mess?" I ask. "Not me," MJ retorted. "I've got a bowl of cereal calling my name." "Why would I help you?" Ravyn sulked. "You thought I got you into this pickle!" "Oh! Pickles!" MJ exclaimed. And with that, she vanished from the room, taking the haze and smell with her. Ravyn just looked at me smugly. Her eyes gleaming as if daring me to ask again for her help. Instead, I ask her, "Why are you still here? If you won't help me figure out how to get out of here, you're just getting in the way!" "Oh, but you know how I love to see you in distress! I think I'll stay a bit longer!" I walk around, mumbling to myself about the unfairness of it all. Why'd I have to get such stubborn, annoying muses?! Why was I the one that little furball decided to play its tricks on? How am I supposed to figure out how to get out of here? And HOW did I lose an entire day?! All of a sudden, the air in the basement became really warm. Ravyn gasped in terror; something I had never heard her do before. Whatever was coming couldn't be anything good! The light coming from the opposite corner of the room was blinding. It scorched my eyes even while they were closed. The room continued to become even more warm. Then the lights returned to almost normal, and the temperature of the room became a perfect 70 degrees Fahrenheit. When I could once again see, I look to where the blinding light has originated. Across the room, there sat a large Peterbald cat. Its coat was a gorgeous grey in color and had a slight fuzz to it. The animal had an air of royalty to it, as it sat there staring at me. I heard Ravyn quietly say, "I'm outta here! Catch you later!" In my head, a new voice spoke, "No Ravyn, I'll catch you later." And Ravyn vanished. So much for help from my muse! But the voice spoke in my head again, "Do you not remember me? We are joined together as surely as you are joined with the nuisance or that stoned wonder. Let me refresh your memory..." Then many images popped into my mind! So many near death experiences, times of being comforted, times of being lost but somehow finding my way home. "These were all my doing. I have tried to remain in the shadows, but I see it is now time that I help you remember who I am. Let me start with my name, I am Nebula. We have spent many lives together and there are many more still for us to see. I felt that you are lost so I came once again to your aid. I felt that you are need of comfort, so I am here to offer you my support. I cannot help you find the time you have lost, but I can help you find your way out of this basement and back to the sunlight." I stare in awe, only the tiniest bit of memory of this being tickling the recesses of my mind. All I can think to say is, "Thank you." "Sometimes it is okay that you cannot find your words, dear. And as far as the little trickster that sent you here, I have my own game in store." Nebula guided me through the darkened tunnel back to the back room of the Banana Bar, curled around me in a comforting gesture of love, and said, "Now I'm off. I have a little game of Cat and Mouse to play." |
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