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That's right.

CotT is srs bzns.



... I have too much time on my hands. (B

As I've said to Andrea, judging by the timeline in the episodes of CotT, Theresa, Jay, Herry, Neil and Odie would be (or almost be) 18 and Archie and Atlanta would be (or almost be) 17 by the series final. New Years passes once at the end of S1 and then there's a Christmas episode in S2. *nods*

ALSO! I have a small one-shot mini ficlet thing to emphasis her personality and the relationship between her and Atlanta-

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“What's a good analogy for the longing of a lover... One that doesn't sound clichéd or dumb?”

“What like, 'And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket'?”

“Oh, spew. That song is made of all things unwanted.”

Atlanta rolled her eyes as she entered the kitchen. For some reason, Orbrielle and Archie became strangely friendly when they had a poem between them. It was unnerving. Not that she was scared Archie would start dating Orbrielle or anything. It was just that Orbrielle was the sort of girl Atlanta liked to avoid. The sort of girl Atlanta wanted Archie to avoid. Unfortunately, the warrior was too focussed on her poetic genius to see her many flaws.

Theresa, sitting at the kitchen table across from the two brainstorming teens, giggled light heartedly. “I didn't know you were into Fergie, Arch.” Archie shot her a glare as Neil turned his eyes upwards.

“Puh-lease, T. That song got played on the radio SO many times! I bet even Herry knows half the words.”

Herry chuckled. “Yeah.” He then paused with a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth, a confused expression on his face, “Wait, what song?” Theresa sighed and began to answer when a sudden screech was heard from the other end of the kitchen.

Jay burst into the room, his gravity sword before him at the ready. Odie was close behind, looking rather sleep deprived and altogether comical with a thick book raised high above his head, prepared for defensive action.

“WHOSE TURN WAS IT TO BUY THE GROCERIES???” Atlanta roared, fury in her eyes as she shook a small box in her hands. Once a week, the heroes would go to the supermarket in pairs to buy the essentials, even though Athena would eventually have to go gather more food herself within a day or so thanks to Herry's appetite. Nevertheless, she liked to believe that she was teaching the teens to fend for themselves. Maybe.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Jay relaxed his stance and sighed. “Odie and Orbrielle did the shopping yesterday. Why?”

“Because these eggs come from CAGED chickens!!” Atlanta informed, waving the carton about to emphasise her point. “We agreed that the only eggs we'd buy would be FREE RANGE! I do NOT want to support people who TORTURE animals for profit!! UGH! This makes me so MAD!!” The room fell silent for a moment.

“Well... I guess Orbrielle didn't know the rules.” Jay turned to the newcomer, who was watching the scene unfold with a certain amount of amusement, even though her expression conveyed disinterest. What was the big deal? They were only eggs.

“N-no... I told her when she picked them up that Atlanta only liked us to buy free range eggs.” Odie admitted hesitantly, avoiding visual contact with the huntress.

“So why did you buy them??” Atlanta demanded, turning her attention to the musician, knowing all too well that it would have been easy for her to bully Odie into such an accursed crime.

“Uh, they cost less.” she shrugged, matter-of-factly.

“Cost less? COST LESS??”

“Oh, here we go.” Neil breathed, deciding to drown out the current conversation by admiring his own reflection in a polished spoon.

“Do you know what these chickens are put through??? They're forced to live in battery cages so small, they can't even stand or stretch their wings! There's no space to build nests, to socialise or to preen! They're physically and mentally tortured for their entire lives! And besides, their eggs-”

“I know it.”

Everyone remained silent, unsure of what would happen next. Atlanta seemed too furious for words, so Orbriell continued.

“Look. Free range eggs come from chickens who're less confined, right? Those eggs... Those free range eggs... They had hopes, Atlanta... Hopes and dreams of a better life. A future with sunlight and distant fields, lavish meadows and an endless sky of wonder and anticipation. An existence that they would never see, thanks to people like you. But caged eggs... They never knew any better than to be locked up under bad conditions. So all in all I think it's best to take away from eggs that never had anything worth living for than to take away from eggs that had a better chance for a decent life.”

The room was blanketed in silence after the over-dramatised speech was closed.

“Does that mean I was wrong for eating free range eggs all this time?” Herry asked, apparently a little worried. Atlanta clenched her fists, fighting an uncontrollable urge to smash the carton right on top of the musician's head. This was why she didn't want Archie to hang around with Orbrielle.

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That is all.


-- Edited by Xtream Emily on Monday 22nd of February 2010 03:01:48 AM

-- Edited by Xtream Emily on Thursday 1st of April 2010 07:37:50 AM