#scientificpuzzling

@scientificpuzzling

Study night was supposed to be productive. It was supposed to be a night of quiet time, sharing a room with someone you loved, and both of you getting things done. Making sure you were going to ace that exam.

Not watching your girlfriend study, while you had your head in her lap about to fall asleep. Oh, well.

He was in town– finally! And that meant he could go see his friend (best friend, at that), for the first time in a while. Since they parted ways back in Monte d'Or, the two had been quite busy. Randall knew his life with Angela and Henry had become so time consuming as of late, that he hadn’t found any spare minutes to come visit his dearest friend, Hershel.

But that was changing today! Randall could feel his excitment bubbling up inside him as he reached the familiar walk way to the all too familiar home.

“Yes, almost there! Can’t wait to see the look on his face!” He sing-songed out loud. And once he saw the house… he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

The red-head took off in a sprint, running toward the home like a child would run to a candy shop–eyes wide and filled with nothing but joy! He was so exasperated, that he ran himself straight into the fence—….

….and that was his first mistake. Not being able to control his speed, the male let out a startled yelp as he tripped into the gate–the doorway slamming itself open with a loud crash.

Ah.

But that would soon be the least of his worries.

In order to brace his fall, he threw his hands out in front of himself. Luckily, Hershel’s sturdy mailbox was there! Randall hit the post harshly, a groan escaping him as he did. “Aaggh… Well.. at least I only, probably, damaged the fence.”

He leaned himself over the mailbox with a deep sigh. Not quite the entrance he imagined but he could make it work. However… to Randall’s dismay, he suddenly heard a crack.

Followed by a louder one.

And then he felt the entire mailbox tipping over, his body following it onto the ground with a heavy thud.

The first thing Randall noticed was her hair.

Not that he recognized this lady--he doesn’t recognize a lot of people nowadays--he was just the only redhead in the little farming village he lived in. Following his logic, either she’s new to the area or he’s wandered a bit too far. Maybe he should go find out which.

│⚖️│ "Come back here, you little brat!"

The voice of an angered shopkeeper boomed through the street as a young boy sprinted away, almost tripping over a loose paving stone. Brushing his bangs away from his eyes, trying to keep his vision free, Apollo kept looking back, watching as the man attempted to chase after him. He had no idea why this portly, bovine-faced man suddenly decided he was stealing something! He was only looking intently at that packet of sweets for a few moments...

The young boy turned a corner, not realising someone was right there in front of him. He collided rather painfully with the stranger, causing Apollo to recoil and back away a few steps, rubbing his aching temple. His chest was burning, his head was hurting, and now he was getting in trouble for something he didn't even do. With a defiant pout, he glanced up at the woman he bumped into.

@stardustclay replied to your post: Poor communication and being toxic to people...

(Claire) “I do hope this individual is alright…”

“Me too. It’s a little disconcerting. Relationships shouldn’t be like that...”

[She cupped her cheek, trying to think about what she had just heard.]

What--?

Oh, thank you, Claire...?

Ashley was beyond herself upon receiving a formal invitation to a party. Not just any party -- one where scientists from around the world gathered around to make connections and share pretty much everything! She was thrilled. However, seeing as the said event took place in Los Angeles, and she was in London, she had to book a ticket at once.

She was fortunate enough to find a ticket, given the circumstances. Waving goodbye to her husband, she flew over to the United States, and, a few hours later, she finally arrived at the science fair. Looking around, she smiled to herself. She’d never seen this many scientists before in her life.

[Brenda sniffled as she held on tightly to Claire. She was trying her hardest to not start outright crying, but doing so was proving to be hard.]

“It’s not fair…”