Another one...? (Soup, Ch. 1)

SOUP
a Harvest Moon/Pokémon/Sims/Harry Potter/Cardcaptor Sakura/Real Life crossover fanfic

Chapter One - Party

“Soup, Rach. How the hell can you manage to burn soup?”

“’Kay, you know what? Be quiet,” Rachel commanded, pushing her failure-of-a-dinner aside and flopping into one of the dining room chairs. “Maybe I should get Aruto to cook tonight... this sucks.”

Fandi simply rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue. Having Rachel’s blue bird thing with the cottony wings was better than eating burnt soup (of all things) for dinner. Besides, the Altaria was actually a surprisingly good chef.

“Shandershon and them sure are late though,” Rachel commented as she released Aruto from his ball, trying to divert Fandi’s attention from her most recent cooking failure (which seemed to happen a lot these days, much to her chagrin).

“O lol hay thar,” came the loud reply from the front door as their housemates tromped in. “Sorry we’re late,” Sandy continued when she entered the kitchen and dropped a couple (meaning two) bulging plastic bags onto the counter. “It took us a while to find the tapioca, and since food is one the five exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Trans-”

“はい, はい, わかたよ [yeah, yeah, I get it],” Rachel interrupted, coming over to inspect the contents of the plastic bags. “And I hope you remembered to buy the fish. Sarah’s going to absolutely murder us if we don’t have sushi for her when she gets here.”

“She’s probably going to be ‘fashionably late’ again though,” Fandi said, shrugging, “so we have time.”

Sandy spoke up again. “But if she somehow managed to pass her Apparation test-”

Rachel shook her head. “That girl? Unlikely.”

“-or tear herself away from Malfoy-”

“That’ll take an atomic bomb and several tanks.”

“-then she technically could arrive on time. For once.”

“But will she? No,” Rachel finished, waving a dismissive hand. “And, since I’m clearly incapable of making anything edible for dinner tonight, I think I’ll go upstairs and clean up. This ginormous house has a lot to clean, you know.”

“At least we all get our own rooms,” Jason pointed out, still obviously relieved by this fact. “And I get my very own studio too!”

“Well hey, we’re rich people,” Fandi said happily, “so having a big house and lots of stuff is good! (Even though I own an awesome sports car that I never get to ride in because something that seems suspiciously like a faulty game mechanic makes me ride in a limousine every time I want to go somewhere...)”

“This alternate universe is full of faulty game mechanics and other things that don’t make sense,” Aruto said from the sink, where he was (somehow) washing the fish with his giant wings. “For example, how am I, as a Pokémon, able to communicate normally with you humans? How can you people stuff pianos and sofas and helicopters in your pockets? Why can you catch fish from the local swimming pool? Why are the local farmers around here allowed to play every available member of the opposite sex and not get in trouble for it? Why are Sandy-san and Sarah-san the only people here who can use magic? Do the Sakura Cards actually exist in this universe? How the heck can Rachel burn soup of all things?”

“AY. I CAN HEAR YOU, YA KNOW,” came a loud shout from the upstairs library. Everyone laughed.

“Well, might as well set up the karaoke machine or something.”

---

Andrea was sad that Hibari Kyouya did not exist in this universe. She wished she were back in Japan in that tiny little cell that was being guarded by Hibari Kyouya, back when RCII was still alive. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be an Andrea from an alternate universe, and that she wasn’t supposed to remember anything about RCII or Hibari Kyouya or Japan.

Either way, she still thought that Sarah’s singing was waaaay off-tune.

Fandi was beginning to regret putting “My Humps” onto the karaoke machine. Yuedi and Sarah and Daryna seemed to enjoy it, though.

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“How old are we, exactly?” Angie randomly asked during dinner. (Of course, she was sitting with Skye at one of the small, two-people, “date” dining tables, much to the Phantom Thief’s discomfort. He still wasn’t quite used to dealing with rabid fangirls, even though the existence of an alternate universe implies that he shouldn’t even remember what it was like to be stalked by rabid fangirls in the first place.)

“Maybe in our twenties or something?” Daryna suggested. “Assuming we’re no more than pieces of data in a video game, the deity that created us decided to put us in the “Young Adult” age group so that the adult-exclusive interactions would be available to us immediately, and it would make the game more interesting. Hypothetically speaking,” she added hastily when she saw Tony giving her a strange look.

“I think,” Rachel said slowly, “that a more appropriate question would be... why the hell is Tony here in the first place?!”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t be hungry today,” he said sadly.

“...”

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“Stella-ella-ola, quack quack quack, say S cheeko cheeko, cheeko cheeko cha-cha, S cheeko cheeko, below, below, the toilet overflows-”

“It actually did,” Richard informed them as he came out of the bathroom.

“Again?!” Sandy groaned in exasperation. “That means I have to mop up more puddles. Geez...”

“We could always turn debugging mode on and delete them,” Rachel suggested.

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“Where’d your Ariados go?”

“That girl’s nocturnal, so I let her out for a stroll.”

“Doesn’t the Pokédex entry say that Ariados eat humans?”

“... Ari likes to knit in her spare time. I highly doubt she’s a normal member of that species.”

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... Sorry, I'm really bored.

Blahhh...

No inspiration... can't write... don't feel like doing anything...

Long time since I wrote a RL-based fic. Don't feel like doing anything. ._.

Soup.

This is from Monday.

Right now, it is Period 5, which means Family Studies! (Almost wrote “Stupid” there... well, kinda describes Mondays in this class.) So yeah. We’re in the library, and we’re supposed to be researching on TEEN ISSUES – ooh, sparkly. Buuuut, it’s getting boring, so I’ve resorted once more to pretend I’m working while actually typing up a blog entry on a Word document.

It kinda looks like I’m working. o_O

It is currently 3:16PM. Apparently the research project I’m working on has to have (preferably) ONLY Canadian websites. This automatically cranks the difficulty and time-consuming nature of the project up to TEN THOUSAAAAAAAND D:

Which, clearly, is a problem for me, seeing as I’m probably going to procrastinate and do this all in one night again.

I kinda don’t like this new layout. I tried putting an interactive-like layout thingy from this user-submitted website, but noooo, the stupid XML or whatever it is just had to die on me, so that was a maaaaajor missed moment of awesome.

... Perhaps “Missed Moment of Awesome” should have been capitalised.

I have a total of TWO Canadian websites in my bibliography so far. Out of like, seven. This is baaaad. D:

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In other news, we have a field trip tomorrow. Yippee~ :D

Yawn.

I wrote some crap in Family Studies class today (again) but I'm too lazy to pull out the Word doc right now. Maybe tomorrow.

For now, I present you with some more Harvest Moon fanfic wonderfulness. :D

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"Vaughn, you murderer!" she finally bawled, dramatically flinging her arms out to her mistreated crops as if to protect them from him. He immediately went on the defensive.

"How was I supposed to know you didn't need to water them every day?"

"It's called common sense, you dud."

"And it's totally my fault the sky likes to rain?"

"Yes. You're so mean all the time you make the sky cry."

He huffed. "That didn't make any sense."

---

"Thanks, Chen!" the brunette hollered, then turned back to her best friend. "Oh, you know. Don't you ever think that our reality is just some kind of alternative reality that doesn't exist, hence why it's an alternative reality?"

Vaughn wrinkled his brow, blinked and nodded slowly, deciding to humor her. "Okay…?"

"And what if the world as we knew it was just something based on a book—or a video game! Think of it! Somewhere out there, there could be higher beings that are controlling our every move. I mean it totally makes sense! I for one don't believe that coincidences are just coincidences. What if the present was already pre-destined? And think of it—what I might be spewing out of my mouth could be totally just typed in by somebody who was on crack." Chelsea pointed to the sky. "What if the big guys up there have this gigantic supercomputer that makes things permanent and tangible at the click of a button? I mean I don't even get what I'm saying! And what if I'm being controlled by aliens right now?"

"Chelsea, stop. You're giving me a migraine."

"Oh. Sorry."

"But…you could be onto something." Vaughn put a hand over his heart. "I believed every single word."

"Really?"

"No."

"Meanie." She punched him in the arm. At precisely that moment, the heavens opened up and drenched the earth in big fat drops of wet. Chelsea stared at Vaughn, using all of her strength to keep her suddenly drenched face straight.

He stared back blandly, water dripping off the brim of his hat. "…"

"…"

"…Ugh."

"I told you you make the sky cry."

---

"Bye, little guy. See you tomorrow." Chelsea patted the eight-year old on the head.

"Hey, lady, my offer still stands."

"About what?"

"Being my girlfriend, o' course!"

Chelsea laughed nervously. "No can do. I'm a busy working woman."

"That's what they all say," Charlie sighed and followed his dad home, right across the street.

---

Let's just say the scene escalated into one where Chelsea ended up on top of her best friend piggy-back style, reaching out for her bandanna while Vaughn miraculously kept his balance and the cloth. After around a few minutes of twisting around, slapping his arms and generally cursing his name, the brunette decided that she just didn't care anymore, and promptly tightened her arms and legs around his person.

The silver-haired teen paused at the change of tactics. "Okay, what gives?"

"Nothing. Just…tired." As if on cue, a yawn escaped from her mouth. "You can carry me home, by the way."

"I can carry you home?"

"Yep. And call me 'Your Highness' while you're at it."

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Courtesy of k-shee, another CxV writing goddess. Like, oh em gee. xD

Yay Sunday :D

I ate three bags of Pocky in less than ten minutes. Go me.

In other news, the only work I have left to do is that one section of Special Focus for History of Magic (no Shandershon, not the school subject). (It's for English, by the way, for the people who aren't in my English class.) Either way, I've been working on ISU and Book Banner and Nobody Proj Write-up all day, so I don't feel like doing Lord of the Rings just yet. Maybe later.

You know you've been playing too much Harvest Moon when you dream of yourself (rendered Sunshine Islands style) fishing cows from a river. Cows. And when you catch them, the character says "I caught a cow!" and then takes you to the naming screen. I caught two cows in my dream last night (and an orange fish, but I digress). I named the second one Pocky. I forgot what I named the first one. And then there are two other cows roaming around this grassy island in the middle of the river, and they're constantly trying to stay close to you.

It was pretty fun. I wish Sunshine Islands allowed you to fish cows from a river. That would save me a good 5000G. :P

... Ew, French test tomorrow. Gotta go over the vocab tonight. D:

I looked over my old blog entries last night, and realized we were pretty stupid eighth graders. |D (And now we're pretty stupid ninth graders, but I digress.)

Ahh, good times.

It feels like Sunday.

This is actually a good thing, because the part of me that keeps believing it's Sunday also keeps panicking about finishing projects, which helps motivate me to work (which is what I haven't been doing all day).

But then again, another bigger part of me firmly believes that it's Saturday (which it is) and convinced me to blog when I really should be working, or else I'm pretty screwed tomorrow.

... Or maybe not. Whenever I start panicking about projects and how I'm so screwed over by them, they turn out not to be that big or time-consuming after all. Maybe it's because teachers like my BS, and that means I can BS essays and responses and stuff to my heart's content, but I digress.

Unfortunately, Fandi would be able to tell better when I BS'd, and she would kill me if I didn't spend 100% of my effort on our Lord of the Rings project thingy (since she so desperately needs that perfect mark), so I can't exactly slack off on that.

The ISU response, however, I can (probably) finish in about half an hour. Maybe less if my brain cooperates. (That's approximately how long it took last time, in any case. Though, last time more than half of my response was an overly detailed summary, and I can't exactly summarize the entire book all over again, so I have to think of something new. Sucks.)

... But then again, I am sitting here blogging rather than doing work, so maybe that portion of my brain that believes it is Saturday is more overpowering than I thought.

This is a bad thing, because once I get unmotivated to do something, it's stupidly hard to get me remotivated again. Such a pain. D:

... That's actually the first emoticon I've used in this blog post. I think the general reduction of emoticons on my blog is a good sign, because that could mean that my writing skills are enough to convey a mood without having to rely on images.

... (But then again, that could also mean that I'm too lazy to put emoticons, or I'm not feeling any emotions.)

... (wait whut)

Either way, I think I should get back to work nao. Ciao.

... (haven't used that word in a long time. Ahh, nostalgia.)

... (I think I used that word in the wrong context. o_O Now I'm confused.)

... (Ah whatever. I'm still getting a 90% in English, so who cares if my blogging is not politically correct, or whatever the hell the adjective is.)

PS. I'm starting to dislike this lighthouse layout because it's so default-ish, so I'm going to change it sometime. Sometime. When I'm not lazy or busy or panicking. Which may take a while.

Argh.

French project - due Friday.
French test - Monday.
English Lord of the Rings thingy - due Monday.
English ISU response #2 - due Monday.
Family Studies Book Banner thingy - due Monday.
Family Studies Pink Day Proj - no idea when it's due, and she may or may not have forgotten about it.

Either way... ewwww. Dx

I hate reality checks. Especially when I give them to myself.

Probably shouldn't be doing this, but...

"Do you like poetry?" she questioned.

"Not really. Just trying to be romantic," he said, cracking an awkward, but cute smile.

"And what about other kinds of art?" she continued questioning. A pleasant silence settled itself between them while he thought of the answer.

"That all depends on your definition of art," he replied eventually, frowning.

"What is yours?" she questioned again. For this question he had been prepared better.

"I think," he started, "that really anything could be art. As long as it's been made with love. Love and passion." She nodded, content with the answer and continued staring at the horizon for several minutes until her lips curled up in a grin.

"So babies should be called art too?" she reasoned. He laughed.

"If you look at it that way, then yes." Another silence fell as both of them over thought this new definition. To Chelsea, a beautiful new world was revealed in which everything was different. Crops weren't just crops anymore, but art. And the Harvest Goddess turned into the world's most genius artist. With itching hands, Chelsea jumped up.

"Let's create some art!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. Vaughn blankly stared at her with big eyes when it hit her.

"No, I didn't mean to make babies, I wanted to make a sand castle!" she yelled embarrassed, her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

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I love you, fanfiction.

These lulz are brought to you by Winged Cherry, a CxV writer who is too way godly for words.

o lol hay thar

Because Blogspot is being a b*tch, I am currently writing this in a Word document.

Today, I will attempt to go through the day in chronological order. Er, recap, I mean, not like... moving on.

In French, we watched a modern movie version of King Kong. We stopped after the dinosaur scene, which seemed to serve no purpose in the movie other than to a) emphasize the amount of danger that Skull Island posed to Jack and Denham and them, and b) to show off some LOLAWESOMESAUCE CGI effects.

In English, the Twelfth Night group gave us an assignment for Act V, which was to make up a song based on what happened in the act. In fifteen minutes. The Shrew group (us) was rather miffed at this assignment, as well as the prospect of getting English homework from our own peers. Then we watched the beginning of a modernized, school/soccer-based version of Twelfth Night, which was pretty funny. And kind of awkward. (There was a make-out scene within the first five minutes of the movie. Thankfully, that was the only make-out scene we got to.)

During lunch, Tracy and Selin were walled in ate their lunch in the English pod stairwell with a bunch of us niners. Selin obsessed over Smeargle and Murkrow. (Speaking of which, I should probably start breeding one for her, shouldn’t I...? :P)

We had a Science test today. Surprisingly, the lab took longer than the written for me, only ‘cause there was a random density question on the sheet that I had to write a full solution for in like, five minutes. That was stressful. D:

In Family Studies, we got a project that apparently Ms. Russell didn’t do. It’s about Pink Day, which is this Wednesday. You wear pink to school to support diversity and stop bullying and stuff. Its origins came from this high school in Nova Scotia where some guy wore a pink shirt to school and other people laughed at him and threatened to beat him up. And then two twelvers seniors saw this and went like “ONOEZ” and bought a bunch of pink shirts from a dollar store or something after school. Then they emailed all their friends telling them to wear pink the next day, and the next day they handed out the pink shirts for MORE people to wear. Practically the whole school got into this “Pink Day” thing, and the kid who was being bullied instantly went from depressed to happy when he saw this. The bullies weren’t heard from again, according to the news reports. Crowning Moment of Heartwarming, no? :D

Before going to my bus stop, I bought a bag of mini sour keys from the vending machine. I now know that gelatin is the gummy stuff in that candy. (Before, I thought it was some strange, sweet version of konnyaku of something. :P)

While Shandershon and I were waiting for our bus, some niner dude came up to us and started hitting on us saying strange things to us. And calling us “sweetheart” and “beautiful”. Needless to say, we were like, “o__O”. Then his brother came and asked for a sour key. I gave them both one, and they thanked me and went away. :P

While going to the bathroom after I got home, I thought I saw somebody behind me in the mirror, hiding in the shower. It turned out to be a sock that was hanging out to dry. Then I realized that I would have to do the laundry if the clothes were completely dry, or else my mom would yell at me again for “not fulfilling responsibilities”. They weren’t. On my way back to the computer, I banged my thigh against the desk.

This is quite a long blog post compared to what I’ve been posting recently. Blogspot still did not get better. I am getting slightly annoyed by this.

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Blogspot is working again. I will now post this on my actual blog. :D

Stupid Machop.

"Actually, I prefer Skye's English name. "Steiner" kinda sounds like a hot dog company..."

In other news, today was quite uneventful.

I did a bit of knitting yesterday. My pinky finger hurted a lot afterwards ('cause it had to stay bent for like four hours because it was holding the loose string... hard to explain.)

I think Lauckerface is really the only one who actually still updates on a regular basis. Even I don't do that anymore. Maybe it's because I have nothing to talk about these days. High school isn't exactly boring, but I can never remember anything interesting or important that happens during the day. Well, maybe sometimes, but then I'm too lazy to write about them. D:

The other day, I met some twelvers (... wait whut) in the art room. (Shouldn't we be calling them seniors...? "Twelvers" sounds really awkward.) Tracy accused me of "wasting my grade ten years" when I told her I was taking Anthro next year. Selin (I think that's how you spell it o_O) is a proud Pokéfreak like Shandershon and I (ようかたね?~ ;D). Dustin (slash Justin slash George-whatever-really-long-name) is slightly scary. Person-whose-name-starts-with-an-H-and-which-I-can't-remember-right-now (sorry Dx) is Van's friend, although she's not a twelver senior. She owes me $3.25. |D

... Stupid Brawly. Go die. >:O

Fifteen already? :D

Teh one and only Vanmobile is wished a very merry birthday on this fine day. 8D

I would write more, but I have homework to do. The one day... SORRY VAN. D:

So yeah. Vanmobile gets an entire blog post dedicated to her birthday because she is a special cookie.

And homework. Which I really have to start on right now, even though it is only 4:35 in the afternoon.

... Perhaps this blog post is not entirely about Van's birthday. I lied.

... I should get to work nao.

Ugh.

I did absolutely nothing this long weekend. Except maybe re-establish my interest in Harvest Moon. And that doesn't even border productive. At all.

I also discovered...

... that my internet seems to have randomly died on me just now when I tried to check the URL of the awesome site that I found. Damn it. Why is my timing always so bad these days. D:

Maybe tomorrow then.

LATER...

My internet is working again. Here chu go. It's more fun the first time around. The second time you play it, you sort of know what to expect already, so yeah. :P

Also, Rachel discovered that she cannot write fight scenes for her life. This may or may not be a problem. Particularly in the Pokémon department, where battles and fighting and what-the-shit are more or less the staple of fanfics. (Unless you're dealing with purely shipping fics. Which kinda get overly boring and plotless after you read enough of it. And Rachel refuses to write overly boring fics. D:<)

Creative title goes here.

^ That wasn't very creative at all, was it.

I knitted a lot today. (I blame family studies, which I'm too lazy to capitalize right now.) Also, my finger hurts. And IE doesn't have spellcheck, so no more red lines and telling me that Pokémanz isn't a word and stuff.

... I miss my Sims 3.

That was pretty random.

Ow. My right index finger gets all sore when I type. I have no idea why. IT IS A MYSTERY. D:

... The Cheshire Cat is adorable. D:

Me and Mich's French presentation today (shut up grammar freaks) was more successful than I anticipated. People found it hilarious. I saw Tony double over in his chair in laughter. I shot him a weird look from my position on the floor but I don't think he noticed. :P

... Red and Lance's battle theme is still epically sexy. I am listening to it right now. Although Green's Kanto Champ and Kanto Gym Leader themes are also pretty sexy. And his hair. I loveeee Green's hair. It's so gravity-defying and awesome. 8)

To the point where I'm wondering if it'll poke my hand if I touch it instead of flattening.

... 8D

I'm weird.

Although if you've been following this blog since (almost) the beginning, I think you'd know that by now.

PS. Oh, and also, happy April Fool's Day. :D