#lookingforuluru

The Thinker Tinker had no idea he was being spied upon. There was plenty to do around his van, lots to tend to before the next batch of patients showed up. Today was laundry day which mostly involved hanging his battered suit jacket from a rope and beating it with a pipe while singing merrily as Miss Pavlov bleated back up. 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” He sang, punctuating each swing of the pipe, “CAN I HAVE A LITTLE MORE? FIVE! SIX! SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN~”

“BLAAAAAUAUUUAAAAAAAGH” Added in Miss Pavlov.

“They have killed her.”

He squinted out at the horizon, blinding brightness threatening to hurt his vision upon gazing for too long. The air was poison, water toxic, and the inhibitors of the ex-thriving planet were full of radiation.

Got another new breeder today. Aboriginal, I think. Doesn’t speak hardly a word of English and jumps like a rabbit whenever I try to touch her. 

My muse(s): Bubba Zanetti

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Joe occasionally does like to check in on his wives during their lessons, if he has a free hour or two to spare. He can’t help but feel his heart swell with pride when they demonstrate their education to him, reading for him or reciting poetry or playing him a song they’ve learned. And then there’s that new one, who has no name but Hazard. She barely spoke a word of English when she got here, but she’s been making good progress under Miss Giddy’s careful tutelage.

He enters the Vault and, immediately, the lovely young woman catches his eye. She’s sitting in a corner and frowning, deep in thought, at a little book.