Jessica is 59 years old, Star Wars: Episode IV is out in theaters across the country, there's a new team of superheroes called the Avengers based in Manhattan, and Kappa and Ken are up against a wall, watching a muscular man, a guitar on his wide, broad shouldered back, wearing only tight fitting tighty whities, a cow boy hat, and matching boots cross a busy intersection.
"Something I always wanted to see, ya know?!" Kappa explains with yellow eyes locked at the crosswalk. "I once got a pic with this sexy, shirtless, black Batman in Vegas, and that was awesome, but the cowboy? That's just a classic!"
"Are... are you..."
"So, Anyways, the 1970's..." Kappa changes the subject. "Fun!"
Ken rolls his eyes.
"I mean, I wouldn't mind watching Star Wars." Ken admits.
"Me too!" Kappa nods. "We'll get some popcorn, chuckle at all the little kids destined to drive George Lucas into quitting the franchise, plus, we'll settle once and for all who shot first!"
"Are we almost done with this?" Ken asks as they head to a theater a block away.
"Almost." Kappa makes a pop sound. "Anyways, to the guys and gals watching, go check on Jessica while me and Ken geek out 1977 style, kay? This or that?! Jessica's packed on the pounds or is thin as Luke Skywalker's lightsaber?"
"Like I'll let your Uncle Isaiah give me guff for not working a full day!" Jessica laughs loudly, neck wiggling like a turkey.
"You call this working?" A Muscular, Old, African American stomps in, a smirk on his fuzzy, gray beard, arms crossed.
"As far as I can tell, you've spent most of the morning chatting with Mrs Benson, Jenkins, and Dale."
"It's called making a warm and inviting atmosphere, honey." Jessica bats her thinning eyelashes. "You know, make the shop feel like home?"
Isaiah laughs, rolling his eyes.
"You can always sleep on the cot in back if you need a break." Isaiah suggests.
"Hey, don't treat me like an old lady!" Jessica shakes her head. "I still have plenty of spring in my step!"
Gloria looks at her swollen ankles, the blue veins, the shakes, the frail woman clearly is overworked. She can't exactly say anything about it, so, she heads off to make a fresh batch of apple fritters.
Isaiah sits down beside his wife, a scowl on his face.
"I don't want you working yourself ragged." He grunts. "You don't have to do that anymore. Your Captain America days are over."
"I know, Patriot." Jessica extends her wrinkles, jiggling twig of an arm around her husband. "It's just...hard."
Jessica lowers her head.
"Those murders in Seattle..."
"It's not Killgrave." Isaiah assures. "And even if it is, He won't be a problem."
Isaiah kisses Jessica's hand, making her laugh lines extend for a smile.
She has a pair of glasses in her apron, she refuses to use them unless she most absolutely, positively has to. Isaiah finds that incredibly ridiculous!
There's nothing wrong with accepting your wears and tears.
"Take a nap, for my sake." Isaiah begs.
"That depends, is it strong enough for two?!"
"Wow, I never thought I'd watch New Hope in theaters. " Ken heads out in awe.
"It's weird to say, but it's a completely different experience."
Kappa, holding a big box of buttery popcorn nods.
"Right? I was a Middle schooler the first time I watched Star Wars! My buddy, this dude named Kobayashi, was tired of me saying I've never seen it, so, we binged the first trilogy in between playing smash bros at his folk's garage. Munching on pizza, nuggets, and Cheetos? Good times!"
"Hey, do you remember your first time?" Kappa asks kindly. "Bet it was magical, too? Yeah?"
"Fuck off, Kappa." Ken pockets his hands and shuffles off.
Kappa laughs, tossing his snacks in the bin.
"Hey, guys." Kappa looks at the fourth wall. "First off, bet you're wondering how a turtle monster got into a movie theater? Well, to avoid any conflict, people can only see Ken."
Ken gives Kappa the finger.
"Funny, right? Everyone thinks Ken's some lunatic with anger issues! Dunno why I haven't brought that up yet?
"Cause you don't know how to tell a story?"
"Compared to George Lucas, no arguments there pal."
Ken sighs. Why can't that get to him?
"Kappa, why are you like this? Why... why do you let me talk shit?"
"I dunno." Kappa shrugs.
"You could punish me so easily. Why do you let me call you an asshole?"
"Well, there's a lot of reasons there. But I've already told ya before, the main reason, cause you amuse me, brah!"
Ken shakes his head.
"Whatever." He walks off, shouting... "I'm taking a piss!"
"Love that guy!" Kappa chirps. "Anyways, hope I'm not going to fast, hope you like Jessica's life so far, hope I described her aging body well enough, and with that said, this or that? Time skip to the 80's or 90's?"
One minute, Ken was stomping off to the restroom, the next, he found himself at a dorm room with Kappa, sitting on the floor, playing a video game.
"Hey, Ken." Kappa nods, happily playing Adventure Island 3.
Ken sits down at a rolling chair by a desk, confused as he looks at various Polaroids of Kappa with the X-Men taped up on the wall.
"You live here?"
"Yep." Kappa grunts, avoiding a fire pit as best he could. "Needed a base of operations, obviously. Damn it! What the hell was that? A mongoose?!"
"Is that a Super Nintendo?" Ken questions, confirming they're no longer in the 70's.
"You should know." Kappa speaks smugly. "Wasn't this your favorite console as a kid?"
"Haven't played in years."
"Yeah? I've never played."
Ken's eye's lit up.
"How is that possible?"
"Trust me, it's pretty possible."
His hands grab a photo of Kappa, his skin light brown, his dark hair in a style like Einstein, sitting on a beach with a bunch of guys around the age of fourteen.
"Where was this taken?"
Kappa looks up.
"Waimanalo." Kappa answers.
"Looks nice, you from there?"
Kappa shakes his head.
Ken has no idea where that is. He didn't know if those were towns, or islands, or even street names! But there was something about Kappa having ties to the world that just, for some reason, put him at ease.
"What year is this?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, '93."
Ken's eyes lit up.
Heart racing, without hesitation, he jolts out the door, hitting Logan square in the chest.
"Who's yer friend, Brandon?"
"Get out of the way!" Ken tries to go through the tiny yet wide man in a plaid flannel.
"Relax, kid." Logan shoves Ken towards Kappa's twin bed.
Kappa's eye's were glued to the screen, not the least bit focused on the loud pants of rage.
"That's Ken, I think he's about to piss himself."
"Oh, sorry, bub." Logan nods, letting him leave.
Ken runs off, unaware Kappa won't let him get anywhere near his hometown in New Jersey.
Logan glares at the boob tube.
"Why ain't ya playing that Puzzle Bobble game I gotcha?"
"I'll play it later."
"You better. Video Games ain't cheap, Brandon." Logan chuckles.
"Welp." Kappa pauses his game, pausing reality as well, much like Zack from Saved by the Bell. "I've taken focus away from Jessica long enough, haven't I?"
Kappa laughs, standing up, heading towards his widow, looking at Ken frantically run towards the front gate.
"Poor Guy." Kappa shakes his head. "Makes me almost wanna help out!"
Kappa heads towards his sock drawer, taking out a bag of golden sweet corn to munch on.
"Anyways, let's get back to Jessica. She's seventy-five and now involved with the X-Men? Wow, Kappa, now, how did that happen and why didn't you make it an option?!" Kappa laughs his beady, turtle laugh. "Eh, wanted a connection with my first round, Kitty!"
Kappa crams his hand in the bag, popping the golden balls one by one. Crunching loudly.
"Sorry this chapter went so long. I dunno, it's just a weird direction I wanna explore. Ya know? So, this or that or this?! Jessica is a part time librarian, Jessica teaches kindergarten, or Jessica is a shield liaison to the school?"
A flushing sound came from the bathroom as Ray stepped out and into Kappa's dorm room. "You know, you should warn a guy before the whole time travel thing. Almost missed the ride. The 70's were fun, but I prefer the 90's," Ray said, walking over to Kappa and Logan, knowing that Ken had already taken off. "You know, Super Mario Kart's out now..." He paused while Kappa asked his question to the readers. "I prefer the part time librarian, though I won't mind seeing her as a kindergarten teacher," he answered. "Is that a bean bag chair?"
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2019 2:38:07 GMT -6 by rayc5678
Wooden cane held tightly by a shaky, wrinkled hand, Jessica, gray hair in a bun, chained glasses over her heavily wrinkled face with a drooping neck comparable to a tortoise, clacks loudly, shuffling slowly on the floors of her library, dressed in a loose fitting, fuzzy, pink sweater, a skirt down to her ankle, and a pair of matching pink slippers.
She's seventy-five years old, but, she feels ninety after a lifetime of hard work and lots and lots of bloody fist fights.
Her superpowers, unfortunately, can only do so much. She'd wish it'd do number on the aging process, but the best she can do is be a woman nearing the status of an octogenarian, who struggles to shower on her own, with bad arthritis in her knees, capable of benching twice the weight your average quarterback is capable of.
"Hey, Mrs Bradley."
This or That?!
"Hi, Brandon." Kappa will spend this interaction going over the last sixteen years.
"You're late, Emma." A Blonde Teenager, punished to be a student librarian after getting in fight a few months ago.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6