Ratty’s Day Out - 2012
Rember: ratty sad
The possum jumped as she was interrupted on her walk through the common area
Fern and Steph tinkering away with something running out of angel
In the makerspace they had built
Shes still awake
What are you-
Good morning ratty.
Good morning stephanie.
What’re you two up to?
Steph interrupts again
We’re working on a way to offload some of Angel’s internal processes onto more current hardware, just in case anything ever happens
Good morning Ratty
Angel turns now
My wrist is broken.
She holds up her arm
Hand flopped over
The part we keep printing is too fragile to hold for any longer than a couple days unfortunately
Can I take a look at it?
Ratty comes over
Kneels on the pile of pillows and blankets fern had collected for angel
Have you guys been up all night?
What time is it?
Ratty checks her watch
9:13 in the morning.
No, it’s friday. We’ve been up for-
Doesn't finish that sentence
Ratty opens the hatch
Sure enough, sees two halves of a tiny piece of blue plastic.
It’s just stupidly small
Almost the same shape and size as…
Ratty unpinned one of the safety pins from her jacket
Can I get a pair of pliers over here?
Fern tossed them
Missing by several feet
Ratty picks them up
Snaps the plastic off of the metal
Turn your hand over
Shakes the plastic out
Are we still on for this weekend?
Hold on, steph.
Takes her safety pin in the pliers and weaves it through the mechanics
Pinning it closed
Lifts her hand
Swivels her wrist
Ratty sits back, a little proud
There ya go bud.
Thank you, ratty
Freezes her for a second
She doesn't feel like its worth a thank you
Ruffles angel’s synthetic hair
She seems not to notice.
So, are we still on for… the… thing… this weekend
Oh, yeah no I’m gonna have to cancel.
Cus, Steph, I have a disease in my brain that makes me feel bad all the time.
Touching people I don’t like especially makes my brain feel bad, okay?
Can I not just say no?
Are you two fucking?
Ratty had forgotten they were there
That’s really funny to her actually
Puts her in as good a mood as she can be
Must show on her face
Oh my god!!!
I gotta go to work!
Does Sett know?
Of course they know! It was their idea.
Drops a black briefcase on the bar
Fishing in her pocket for the key to her handcuff
Hey Mr. Liu.
Look at you!
This is why I love you.
Curious as to what she had been carrying this whole time
Leaned over the counter
I could cry.
Reached for it then thought better
Took some gloves out from under the bar
Lifts an ornately casted gold watch from the surrounding black velvet
Turned it in the light
Its porcelain face painted with the portrait of a woman
Don’t you think?
It was an ostentatious display of wealth.
Having it hand delivered from one side of the city to the other was also an ostentatious display of wealth, but one ratty profited off of.
Not something I would wear.
She burrowed her fist deeper into her jacket pocket, hiding the rubber-banded digital watch in her pocket.
Mr. Liu noticed, then laughed.
Only woman I know who could get on the bus with a beautiful piece like this and get back off.
Do you have any idea the trouble I went through to get it out of the hands of those-
He cut himself off
Ratty had had no trouble getting on or off the bus.
Those people, whoever they were, were evidently too good for anything but shiny black SUV’s
In any case...
Opens cash register
Takes out a bill.
There was at least that to be proud of.
And a tip.
Ratty starred as he held out a hundred dollar bill.
You want more?
No, I- you already paid.
Don’t worry about it
Two, and then three hundred
Ratty took it, graciously.
She turned to leave
Actually… I was hoping you would do me a quick favour on your way home.
Not for me, some mom from up north called, said her son's been arrested
He's in holding, its on your way.
Sidled up to the desk
Hi, I’d like to report a crime.
Desk clerk looks her up and down, then shrugs
Puts paper on the desk
Fill these out.
Raised her hands, pretending to shake violently
I can’t write on my own. I was hoping to speak to-
Desk sergeant stood up abruptly
Sergeant Yorkshire could you take this man’s statement?
Looked her up and down
Come with me.
Lead her through the glass double doors into the back of the building
Waits to hear them close behind her
Actually, I really have to pee, could I-
Yeah, it’s back the way we came, just go around that corner.
What was today
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Chose the women’s restroom.
Shut her eyes with her back against the door
Took a deep breath
And - as she always did when time needed to slow to a crawl - pictured a dial in her head, clicking down to zero.
Held her breath
Stepped out of the washroom
Across the hall
Up the stairwell
Jumped off of a hand rail and yanked it out of its mounting
Let go of her breath
Let go of time
Pressed against the wall and waited
Big think here
Stepped forward as the security camera operator entered the stairwell
Grabbed his tie and pulled him in one swift motion to the stairs
He had tripped, would likely be what he remembered.
If, he hadn’t been stripped of his uniform
Ratty took it, held her breath again, and went to the back of the station.
The lock on the holding cell was controlled from within the security office. Guard number 2 had already gone to investigate why his buddy hadn’t come back yet.
And he had left the door open, the fucking idiot
Ratty bent under the desk and unplugged the system’s main power, and let go of her breath, this time taking a few moments to fill her lungs.
The rabbit stared as soon as she shot up from under the desk.
Yo! I didn’t know they hired magicians here.
How’d you do that?
Clicked open the door to his cell
Oh you’re here to bust me out!
Gotta love it.
What’d you do?
Oh shit, you’re an undercover…
Very sneaky. I like that.
You guys are smart. I gotta hand that to you.
Do I look like a cop?
Eyes traced the spikes on the shoulders of her jacket
Is that a wig?
Do you want to pull on it?
Gives her hair a gentle tug
Go on, little harder.
I still didn’t do anything.
Some cop was talking shit and I talked shit back.
Then he started talking about my family.
Talking shit about my mom, and she’s a good person, too.
I really like her. She’s a lesbian, I got two moms actually but one of them is my step mom. Her name is Eleanor.
Anyway so I get mad and I shove the guy. I don’t think that should be a crime, do you?
Whats your name?
Did you tell them that?
No, do I look stupid?
Is it like, a requirement that all rabbit families have the word rabbit in their name.
What’s your name?
Is it a requirement-
I'm not a rat.
Hands Casey the police uniform
Put this on and walk me out of the building.
Casey gets her as far as the hall before
Takes a lighter out of her pocket and kneels next to a waste paper basket.
Sets it on fire, picks it up, and places it next to the security camera server
Finally, takes a pill bottle out of her jacket
Pockets the joint inside
And then dumps out all of the leftover ash
What was that
Ratty stands up
Desk protects the fire from the sprinklers
Fire’s going to burn the tape of us getting out.
Fire alarm is going to help us do it.
And the insurance company is going to want to know where the fire started, and when they find the ash-
Tapped her joint
That will explain why officer one took off all his clothes and fell down the stairs.
Very dangerous drug
Casey, excited by this
That’s some fucking sherlock holmes shit.
God, I hope not.
We should team up,
You and me,
Ratty and Casey
And it really is that simple.
Ratty whispered directions in the rabbit’s ear
Came to a stop just outside the lobby
Waited for just a beat
An automated vox shouting “FIRE”
walked them the rest of the way out the building
The rabbit silently freaking out the entire time
HOW DID YOU-
Keep it down.
Ratty watching behind them in the reflections of car windows
Your stepmom's name is emily?
What’s her maiden name?
What’s it to you?
I also happen to know a rabbit named Eleanor.
Who said she was a rabbit?
No one said that
Nah I’m fuckin’ around.
Yeah, how’d you know.
Tosses jacket over the loveseat
As though the guard she had let down walking through the door had once again been raised
Comes out, wrapped in a sheet, rubbing sleep out of their eyes
How was your day?
It was fine.
She hated saying it like that.
It was largely uneventful, save for the rabbit’s phone number sitting in her contact list.
But ‘it was fine’ would invariably be read as tense
And she was trying so hard to act like everything was normal
Trying - in some way - to protect sett from herself.
Are you okay?
Still thinking about the other day
I’m sorry, I didn’t-
It’s not that, I promise it’s not your fault.
Took Sett’s hands in her own.
Apparently your secret thing with Steph is out
Cannot imagine how embarrassed that whiny little nerd must be
Am I embarrassing?
Well, you have a type
Sett stared up into Ratty’s eyes, chewing a mischievous grin
Whiny little nerds, right?
Am I whiny?
Fell into sett
I love you so much
I love you too
Do you want to stay in tonight?
Acting normal is
What she should be doing
Tapping her toe
At emily’s door
Stared down at her phone, most recently sent messages
✉️ 6:09pm: New Message - RV🐀: “Hey I’m at your door, can I come in?”
She had sent something similar a few times in the past
El was usually sleeping,
Which was fine.
She just usually forgot what she wanted to say by the time she woke up.
In a random chain of events
The music through the door had reminded her of emily
Eleanor had reminded her of emily’s brother
Eleanor’s brother reminded her that she had to tell emily about her brother
And the fact that she had found her mother’s contact information.
✉️ 6:10pm: New Message - Eleanor SB Jr. 🐇: “Be my guest.”
She was getting up from her couch as ratty came in
Still in a pair of bright red y-front underwear
Oh I didn’t-
I’m so sorry I haven’t-
Ratty turned politely to the opposite wall of her entryway
Sett had installed black pedestal in her foyer
Somewhere a few inches from the top slot, some arcane mechanics tugged on the thread that kept the mask bound to her, and tied on just enough slack for her to wander around the building without too much trouble.
This is cool,
Ratty said, still not looking.
Put her hand down on the smooth black surface
It vibrated in time with emily’s music
Oh that’s so cool.
It’s like a subwoofer…
And the word ‘what’ seemed to vibrate off of it’s surface
A subwoofer for-
Eleanor was slightly less naked
Oversized black hoodie
This is as dressed as I was getting
What are you talking about?
Eleanor approached, standing a few inches taller than ratty in her bare feet
Are you sure- I can-
I don’t like, remember how to flirt.
Ratty looked up at emily
Down at her underwear
Silent moment of, okay! Yeah! :3
Back at the pedestal
It’s like a subwoofer for your brain
Every time you talk,
Ratty took Eleanor’s hand and set it down on the smooth black surface
Immediately it was apparent:
When she focused on trying to breathe, the thrum mimicked what would have been her in-and-out. When she focused on her music, the bass abided by the tempo.
Ratty distracted emily from the fascination for just a second
“Too hot for pants.”
Eleanor shrugged. Ratty blinked, leaning to look behind Eleanor’s back and counting at least six space heaters, all plugged into the same less-than-solid power strip. That - in conjunction with the obelisk, made her just about opaque.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “It would be.” Eleanor turned to follow her line of sight, then blushed.
“Sorry- I- they make me feel real.” She turned away abruptly, the red still visible on the tips of her ears. “It’s good for the plants, too- I’m sorry This isn’t anything, right?” She threw herself down on the couch, kicking the record player on her floor and burying her face in her elbow. The tonearm picked itself up and set itself down in its cradle.
“What’s isn’t anything?” Ratty sat down on the arm of the couch, intentionally positioning herself so that her and Eleanor’s fur was touching. Eleanor - evidently - had no idea about her soft spot for massive dorks. Eleanor groaned quietly into the muffling fabric of her sweater in false confidence that it would completely silence her.
“Was that Gangsta’s Paradise before?” Ratty - sensing a plea for mercy - changed the subject.
“Yeah, I’m, uh, working on a song.” Still muffled.
“Like a toastmaster thing?”
“Kinda.” She uncovered her mouth. “Can you put something on?
“Do you have anything in mind?”
“You pick something.” With that, Eleanor turned over and buried her face in the pull-out mattress, somehow less muffled by that than her arm. Ratty knelt next to the coffee table, sweeping aside a pile of cassettes half way through their reels and pulling one of the plastic-smelling cases towards her.
She tapped along the tops of tapes until she found what must have been the only piece of punk-rock in Eleanor’s collection: an almost untouched pirate tape of These Monsters Are Real. She rolled back on her haunches and shut her eyes as the song picked up, her fangs poking through as a gentle smile touched her lips.
God that was cute. Eleanor hoped silently that she couldn’t be seen staring. “You like this?” She asked.
“Love it.” Ratty muttered, flicking her hands in time with the beat. “Do you always have to be playing something?”
“Is it annoying?” Eleanor asked, suddenly feeling a little tight in her chest.
“Not at all, I’m just…” Ratty met Eleanor’s poorly hidden gaze. “...curious about you.” She said, a subtle wink in her voice. One of the fortunate things about being a ghost was that a certain level of blush plateau above what could be seen in her translucent form. What it could not hide was the goofy, scrunched up smirk Sloth-Bunny was now all too conscious of pulling.
“You a fag or something?” Eleanor teased, trying to recover.
“Hard not to be." Ratty doubled down, throwing up a quick hand-horns as though to accent her sharp edge. Eleanor froze, trying and failing to come up with a comeback for long enough to phase slightly through her mattress.
She settled on a shaky: "Shut up, oh my god. Why are you here?" With a sarcastic lilt in the ‘here’.
"Oh right, sorry. I found your family."
"What?" The rabbit's blood ran cold. She stopped herself just short of checking her wrists to see if blue was running through her veins. She sat in stunned silence as Ratty popped up onto her feet, not noticing the rabbit’s struggle to scrape up any scrap memories that didn’t consist of smug shit-shooting with her Uncle A.
“I uh, broke your step-brother out of prison.” Ratty said this as if it was the simplest possible thing. “Angel is gonna come up and portal us over, and I am going to leave so you can put pants on, I guess.”
“Well, wait. Hold on.” Eleanor grabbed the possum’s wrist, shooting a spike of ice up into her chest. “We should dri- Are you okay?” Ratty had flinched hard enough to have to stabilize herself on the opposite wall. She stood shaking, glaring down at Eleanor’s hand.
“Yeah, sorry, just don’t-” She started, her heart still racing as she tried her best to get back to normal. Eleanor pulled back, debating re-changing the subject and scrambling for an excuse. “You said Angel’s thing has been, like, messing up or something, right?” Eleanor forced a grin, struggling to hold down a rising bile. Something clicked in Ratty’s mind as a silent ‘oh’ crossed her lips.
“It is within driving distance.” She said, nodding slowly, choosing to focus on Eleanor’s anxiety over her own.
“Yeah, see, cool.”
“And we could get the big van out of storage.”
“See, absolutely, big van road trip.”
“Alright, cool.” Ratty clapped, not sure how to leave. “Big van road trip.”