Story Market Day

kyrsyan

Has No Life - Lives on TB
I forget others have more RL than I; sorry.
RL last week was a CF. This week is better. And I love reading the stories to give my brain a break. Otherwise, I think people would discover just how nasty tempered I can be when push too far. Last week Paypal customer service got that lesson. First time in over a decade.
Anyways, truly hope you enjoyed the reading. I love re-reading my favorite stories. I always find something new.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Anybody left thinking this was going to be a retread of the first pass?
As the stated intent was to fill in & create more content to complete the series, I doubt if any long-term readers would think that.

There could be the odd new-to-the story ones who found this late and haven't had time or opportunity to catch up on the whole thread; I'm sure we'll all get there. I'm just waiting for the boxed set or master PDF or whatever the finished format is.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Well, not just “fill in” and add content to “complete”

looking to tell the story of the Vs this time around. Their story intersects with Paige and crew in Part 3, Paige’s story intersected with Jessie’s from Part 2, and eventually Bekka and crew from Part 1.

I’ve always been intrigued by how things look so different from different perspectives, even in the same events. Hopefully you guys are entertained as well as I keep going.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Well, not just “fill in” and add content to “complete”

looking to tell the story of the Vs this time around. Their story intersects with Paige and crew in Part 3, Paige’s story intersected with Jessie’s from Part 2, and eventually Bekka and crew from Part 1.

I’ve always been intrigued by how things look so different from different perspectives, even in the same events. Hopefully you guys are entertained as well as I keep going.
We can't see any stats but I'll bet the readership is climbing. I doubt you've dropped any along the way as the story hits a lot of different interests & issues.

Pretty sure if we weren't finding it entertaining, interesting and informative, we'd have moved on and/or your comments/replies would fall right off. I think most of the successful authors on here get lots of comments; for me, that would indicate the writer is hitting a lot of hot points.

I've been divorced x2 so, I could be wrong in someones eyes
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
At the Table


The four people sat around the table finishing off a hardy breakfast with the dogs lounging under the table.

“So, as Poppa always says, ‘Ammo, Grub, Bed. All the rest will work itself out’. You have food and shelter. You have a home with us for as long as you want. One of the main things we should probably do is get you two outfitted. You need clothes and other things. We need food and supplies for the fluffy hoovers under the table as well. There are some places we can go to get clothes.”

Derek interrupted Veronica. “Get clothes? We don’t have money, or at least not very much.”

“Don’t worry about that right now. We have it covered” replied Violet. “V, why don’t you go with Derek and pick up a crap ton of food and supplies if you can. Gretchen and I will go grab puppy supplies. Then we come back, offload and do some clothes shopping. I need a new wardrobe anyway.” Violet smiled at the group.

“You guys don’t have to…” Gretchen started to day when Veronica cut her off.

“It’s not a matter of have to. It’s a matter of want to. You are here with us now. We take care of our own as much as we can. Besides, better to spend now while things are available and money is worth something. It might not be in a year.’

“We don’t know how to thank you.” Derek seemed stuck for something else to say.

“It’s the right thing to do, Derek.” Violet looked over at Veronica. “We better get started. We have been up a long time already. Let’s get a move on so we can come back and take a nap.”

Veronica had a question. “What about the pups?”

“We take them with us. One with Derek and one with Gretchen. Time for them to get out more .” Violet said, a big smile on her face.
 
Last edited:

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Shopping Therapy


Violet and Gretchen’s first stop was to find furniture. Sleeping on a mat on the floor might work for Violet in her meditation mode but she knew these guys needed a sense of home. They were lucky to find one of the big local furniture stores still open.

“Go wild Kid, find some things for you and your big brother’s rooms.”

Gretchen was still not sure about spending someone else’s money .

“ Either you pick it out or I do. If I do it, you are going to end up sleeping in hammocks and living with cardboard boxes for dressers. Derek will have butterflies and daisies on a bed spread and you might end up with rainbows and unicorns.”

Gretchen loosed up just a little, giggling knowing how Derek would react. She finally started working with the sales person and Violet to choose the furniture for their bedrooms.

After all was totaled Violet ended up bending her credit card buying things for their new family members needed but she didn’t care. In fact she liked. She figured she might as well add in delivery since the store offered it. Why not? At this point it was only money and it saved a huge amount of space in the truck for the next stop.

Next Stop: Puppy Stuff.

After stopping at the furniture store, it was off to find supplies for the puppies. They were going to need as much if not more than the people.

Violet was having a lot of fun shopping. She could see Gretchen’s mind was still on other things. She needed to help her relax and enjoy the day. She couldn’t push her, it would take time, all she could do is help her, give her a place to feel whatever emotion she wanting. She hoped she would start loosening up and enjoy herself. She knew the five stage of grieve. They happen when they happen and you can’t do anything about them.

Gretchen mind was confused. She wanted to let go and be happy. How could she when her parent just died murdered ? Maybe for just awhile it would be ok? She knew of all the people she ever met Violet would understand her sitting quiet. Finally, she had to ask.

“Will I be ok? is ok to be happy? Help me?” There was a hitch in Gretchen’s voice.

Violet knew this was an important first step.

“Yes, yes, and yes. Whatever you need, whenever you need it I am there. I will teach you. I will protect you to the best of my ability”

“Thank you”

Gretchen smiled and started to relax, trying to remember the fun of shopping with a friend. Onna seemed to relax a bit too.

Fortune was on their side. They managed to find two feed stores. By the end of their shopping spree the truck was overflowing with almost everything an Akita could need to be happy for a while. Four large dog beds, fifty pound bags of dog food, with the Akita’s heavy double coat, a half dozen brushes and combs, spare collars, leashes. All of which was approved by Onna who was perfect lady as she stood guard and greeted people as they passed by.

Gretchen kept a sharp eye on Onna, making sure to introduce people to her slowly and deliberately.

Halfway through the dog spree, Violet thought of something else, something definitely not on the shelves at either of the stores. Violet hoped the spotty cell service was still working. She was happy to get Veronica on the phone.

“Veronica, Find out where the K-9 guys on base get their harnesses. I think we need to get a couple.”

“I’ll give them a call. I take it what you are looking for is the downrange style wonder-dunder spec ops type of thing.”

“Yeah, size extra stout. Mainly looking at having the capability. You know, Parachuting, rappelling and so forth.”

“Really, Violet? What are you thinking of getting these dogs into?” Veronica sounded really concerned, even over the phone. Then Violet laughed.


“No, don’t worry. I’m just pulling your chain. I do think the harnesses would be a good idea, though. When we go hunting and stuff, they can carry their own food and water. Plus, with the military style set up, we can put a K-9 first aid kit with them.”

Violet wasn’t wanting nor expecting to put these dogs at risk. First and foremost, they weren’t her dogs. She wouldn’t want them harmed. She sure as hell didn’t want to put Derek and Gretchen through that loss. She was just covering the bases and following her gut.
 
Last edited:

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
A Full Pantry is a Happy Pantry

While Violet and Gretchen searched out furniture and supplies for people and dogs, Veronica and Derek worked on filling the pantry. It wasn’t going to be easy with the Mormon population and the recent events, a lot of the staples were flying off the shelves at the local grocery stores.

Veronica decided to work smarter than waste a lot of time, gas and energy running all over the place. Instead, she figured on using the problem as part of the solution to gather the staples. The first step was to make a few phone calls.

“Ok, Derek, let’s throw a bunch of those pigs and antelopes from the freezer in the back of the truck. I made a deal to trade them for long term food”

“Won’t we need them”

“ I can always hunt more meat. Besides, the parishioners at the church need them more.”

Derek was focusing on socializing Senshi being around more people while Veronica bargained for staples. Senshi was a happy guy, he looked like he was always smiling. Derek was doing good keeping him on point and well-behaved.

Veronica and Derek left the church with a truck full of supplies and a pocket full of contacts. The two headed back to the house when Veronica noticed a look of downheartedness on Derek.

“Derek, you don’t have to do this all on your own. You have Violet and me. I meant it when I said you could stay with us as long as you want. You don’t have to be afraid of the future and think you have to solve everything.”

“I know but this is not the way it was supposed to happen!”

She put her arm around him. Damn five phase of grief. She knew this was just the start of many long times.

Derek and Veronica quickly unloaded the stuff they got at the church into the pantry at the house. Soon, it was back on the hunt for more pantry items.

Veronica’s father always said his grandfather’s motto was ‘Eine volle Speisekammer ist eine glückliche Speisekammer‘or‚ a full pantry is a happy pantry‘. It was a long phrase to translate to such a short moto but her father also said you know those Germans.

Next stop? See what was left at those big box stores. She started to wonder how Senshi was going to act in a large crowd, how people were going to act toward him and if the store would let him in. He was such an unusual dog and did attract people just by being. She could flash her badge for most problems. Violet did have a good idea about getting some working dog harnesses. She could add ‘Working Dog’ patches to cut off questions about letting the dog into places. Maybe they could swing by the base. One of the K-9 guys said they might have a couple spares.

Well best be getting to the store before everything is gone.
 
Last edited:

Dannab1

Contributing Member
I didn't think it could get better but...... dogs...... Awesome!! Sad for the kids but how lucky they are in their safe landing space.

One of my favorite things about your work is how you let us see the same events from multiple characters perspective. Truly excellent writing!
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Veronica and Derek Shopping


The box store was an adventure in itself. When they went in, Derek and Veronica each grabbed a flat cart. Senshi hopped on Derek’s cart ready to go shopping. Veronica shook her head thinking how easy Derek made this behavior look.

“Alright Derek, think staples. Rice, beans, pasta, tomato sauce, pickles, cooking stuff like vinegar, cooking oil, flour, and salt.”

“Didn’t we just get a bunch of that sort of stuff?”

“Yeah, but more is better right now. Add a crap ton of aluminum foil to that stack. Actually, anything else you think of as well. We hit the toothpaste and hygiene stuff as well. We don’t know how long we have this opportunity.”

Hygiene stuff, it reminded Veronica she needed that kind of hygiene stuff. She knew what Violet used they had been shopping together enough but what did Gretchen need. Derek probably wouldn’t be much help. Brothers usually didn’t know this stuff and he would turn too many shades of red if she asked.

Well, time to call Violet and ask the Midol and tampons questions. Poor Gretchen she is probably going to turn so many shades of red when Violet ask her.

Derek had a worried look on his face now. This wasn’t Veronica’s intent.

“Look, don’t worry too much yet. We just need to get this done so we can get to the wardrobe shopping.”

Veronica didn’t want to get too bogged down. Things needed to get done so she and Violet could get some sleep. They have been up since yesterday.

Derek seemed to pick up on Veronica’s need to keep moving.

“OK, ma’am, time to load the carts.”

It didn’t take long for the two of them to load up the carts since the store shelves were already low on many of the things they were looking for. The did find enough to fill the carts with the things they wanted and some impulse items.

Derek’s used his experience camping to make suggestion on items that might be useful. Many of these were things Veronica had not thought of.

Derek unloaded the carts for the cashier to ring up the purchase as Veronica waited to pay. Derek had managed to avoid eye contact with Veronica when she was loading up the cart with “those women monthly things”. He had always avoided those “things” or talking about with his mother or sister. He figured he was going to have to man up and talk to Gretchen about such things at some point to make sure what she needed.

Oh God does Gretchen have the stuff she needs? These are for Veronica or Violet!

He placed them on conveyor belt pick up the next item. A large box of condoms. He tried to act grown up but the look of admonishment from the clerk embarrassed him. He did not know what he did wrong. Veronica stared her down for a moment.

The pompous woman’s eyes went back and forth between Veronica and Derick trying to decide what exactly their relationship was. The age difference was too close to be mother/son so what was it?

Veronica decided it was time to put a stop to it.

“Don’t judge.” She said as she blew her a kiss, draped an arm across Derek’s shoulder, kissing him on the cheek as they pushed the carts out the door.

“Let’s go home Derek.”

They were laughing all the way to the truck.
 
Last edited:

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Back at the House


Both pick-ups were unloading at the same time, trip after trip downstairs to the basement. They would sort it all out later, there was shopping to be done.

“OK, Veronica either you or me needs to stay here and sign for the furniture delivery and set up, and since I’m the one needing more clothes, Tag, you're it.” Violet said as they finished unloading the trucks.

“Hey! Wait!” Veronica started to protest, but Violet continued.

“And the pups were real good today but could use a break, so we are going to leave them here. They can hang out downstairs when the delivery guys are here. It’s where they were staying with Derek and Gretchen so they will be ok down there.”

“What do I know about Akitas? This doesn’t sound like a good idea Violet!”

Violet gave a big grin at Veronica.

“No problems. Just remember, Senshi” she pointed at the boy, “Onna” she pointed at the other. They were paying attention to her since they heard their names. She looked at the pups, when they saw her looking at them, they started wagging their tails. “Kuru!” Both ran to Violet. She petted their heads and scratched their ruffs. Then looked up at Veronica. “You got all of that, right?”

After seeing the panic in Veronica’s eyes, she relented.

“Alright kids” she looked at Derek and Gretchen “turn the puffballs out for bladder check and then downstairs until after the workmen deliver the furniture.”
 
Last edited:

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Violet and Veronica Alone


“So, I was thinking. I know we were talking about converting the den and study into their bedrooms, but I had another idea.”

“Hopefully that idea works better than your idea of leaving me with dogs I don’t know how to handle sounds.” Veronica shot back

“You will do fine; besides, they are going to put them downstairs for the delivery, which should be soon.”

“So, tell me your brilliant idea.”

“Well, rather than have them at the far end of the house, we take the one bed and dresser I bought, put it into your camo repository for me. I don’t mind the deployed atmosphere in there. That will give each of them a full room and bath. They can have a better sense of normalcy, and the dogs won’t have to pace one end of the house to the other to keep an eye and ear on all four of us.”

Veronica thought about it, puzzling through the advantages. It would make them not feel like a tack on or an afterthought. Having the four-footed alarm systems close at hand would be a serious plus.

“OK, Violet, I’ll have them set up the bed and dresser in the camo room. I’ll shift some stuff around to make more room.”

“Sounds great! I’ll move my other stuff over when I get back with the kids. Oh, I’d drop one of the dog beds in each of the four bedrooms. They will feel better able to look out for us and see where the people noises are coming from.”

Veronica was digesting that when Derek and Gretchen came back in, leading the dogs downstairs.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Missed the edit window

#6104 re-edit below

Violet and Veronica Alone


“So, I was thinking. I know we were talking about converting the den and study into their bedrooms, but I had another idea.”

“Hopefully it is better than the one about leaving me with the dogs. You know what will happen if I am left alone with dogs. I can’t handle them, They don’t seem to like me. Have you really thought about leaving them in the basement with all the supplies? They are curious puppies with appetites like you when you were young. Imagine if they get the munchies. Imagine the shit that can happen!” Veronica shot back in a panic.

“You’re right. They should stay upstairs with you so the three of you get used to each other. Now calm down. These are different than those other dogs. These are well trained Akitas. Not abused fighting dogs. Trust them and they will trust you. They have made us part of their pack. Believe that.”

Violet was the one person in the world who could make Veronica believe she capable of overcoming anything even this one of her deepest fears.

“You can put them in my room when the delivery people come. Just use their names then say Kuru.”

“I hope it works.”

“It will. We can try it when they come back in. They need to get used to us giving them commands”

“So, tell me your brilliant idea.”

“Rather than have them at the far end of the house, we take the one bed and dresser I bought, put it into your camo repository for me. I don’t mind the deployed atmosphere in there. It gives each of them a full room and bath. They will have a better sense of normalcy, and the dogs won’t have to pace one end of the house to the other to keep an eye and ear on all four of us.”

Veronica thought about it, puzzling through the advantages. It would make them not feel like a tack on or an afterthought. Having the four-footed alarm systems close at hand would be a serious plus. It kept the dogs out of the basement away from the supplies.

“OK, Violet, I’ll have them set up one of the beds and dressers in the camo room. I’ll shift some stuff around to make more space.”

“Sounds great! I’ll move my other stuff over when I get back with the kids. Oh, I’d drop one of the dog beds in each of the four bedrooms. They will feel better able to look out for us and see where the people noises are coming from.”

Veronica was digesting that when Derek and Gretchen came back in, leading the dogs downstairs. She stopped them, trying seeing if the dogs would listen to her.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Waiting on Deliveries


Veronica decided to make some calls while she waited for the others to get home. She was worn out, been up for a day and a half, just became a surrogate parent to two teenagers and still worried about her job probably going away and moving out to the coast to meet up with the parents.

Time to work on problems, bit by bit to put her mind in order. First would be a follow up with Mark. He was supposed to have their new hardware ready.

“Hey Mark, It's Veronica.”

“Well, I was wondering when I was going to hear from you. I got some stuff ready for you to come pick up.”

“Exactly what I was calling about. Looking to add to my order. I had a couple additions to my needs.”

“Oh, really? What are you looking to add? Howitzer? Gatling gun? I’ll save you some time. I don’t have any.”

“Real funny, Mark. Not after anything that exotic.” Veronica was shaking her head at Mark’s smart ass remark.

“So, what is it you want?”

“I need two more Roland Special style Glocks.” Veronica cut to the chase.

“I guess you expect me to just shit the parts.” Mark did not sound too positive Veronica thought. She wasn’t buying it and told him so.

“Bullshit, Mark. I know you probably have some stuff squirreled away or know someone who does. I got money or I can raid the cabinet for some more hunting guns, but I really need the pistols.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can find. I can’t promise but I’ll look. Is that all you are wanting to add?”

“Well, now that you mention it, I could use four cheap over/under shotguns.”

“Now you have my attention. You don’t normally ask for cheap”

“Oh, and they need old school wood stocks.” Veronica added.

“Do I want to know?” Mark sounded like he knew what she was going to do.

“I don’t think so. We will swing by to pick our other stuff tomorrow, if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, call when you get to the parking lot. I’ll have things ready.”

Veronica’s next call was the office for an update and to adjust her coverage schedule. She still had to go to work some, but she figured to burn leave while she could.

Her phone calls out of the way, she had gear to move in Violet’s new bedroom. She was still twitchy with the dogs following her room to room, watching her every move. She thought she could still feel her chest hurting from the ninety stitches, but it was over twenty years ago. She tried to put it out of her head. She had furniture to prepare for.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Merry Christmas to all my readers
OK
Hate to sound like a jerk but,....
is that it for the year?

If I could find an mpeg of inconsolable weeping, I'd have pasted that in here.


Seriously, take some time to recharge the batteries. RL, family work & writing/editing your epic makes for a crowded calendar Amigo.

Take care & have a safe New Years
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
OK
Hate to sound like a jerk but,....
is that it for the year?

If I could find an mpeg of inconsolable weeping, I'd have pasted that in here.


Seriously, take some time to recharge the batteries. RL, family work & writing/editing your epic makes for a crowded calendar Amigo.

Take care & have a safe New Years


not necessarily, working other elements at the the moment, maybe more tonight or tomorrow
 

Shooter

Veteran Member
in trouble times, I dont think it would be wise to run around with a big back pack that has Medication printed on it in big bright letters

might not be a good idea in good time either.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Sorry I missed the edit window to update #6109 with the wife's edits- See Below

Waiting on Deliveries


Violet left with kids to get clothes. Veronica finally had moment alone, almost except for two big dogs following her everywhere she went. She would have to get used to it she supposed as she stretched trying to work the stiffness and phantom pain she felt in her ribs. She was exhausted!

It was no surprise considering what has happened. Between not sleeping in over 36 hours, becoming a surrogate parent to two teenagers, worrying about her job probably going away and maybe moving out to the coast to meet up with the parents, she was a bit worn out. She needed to do something or she would fall asleep which she figured was a bad idea with furniture coming and two large dogs which she still was not sure of their intention.

Time to work on problems, bit by bit, to put her mind in order. She decide making some phone calls was good place to start. She could sit down, drink some coffee, get her mind settled down and get shit done during the calls.

She figured to touch base with Mark about the status of their new hardware first and give him some more business. Work could wait, if there was even work to go back to.

“Hey Mark, Its Veronica.”

“Well, I was wondering when I was going to hear from you. I got some stuff ready for you to come pick up.”

“Exactly what I was calling about. Looking to add to my order. I had a couple additions to my needs.”

“Oh, really? What are you looking to add? Howitzer? Gatling gun? I’ll save you some time. I don’t have any.”

“Real funny, Mark. Not after anything that exotic.” Veronica was shaking her head at Mark’s smart ass remark imagining the face he was making.

“So, what is it you want?”

“I need two more Roland Special style Glocks.” Veronica cut to the chase.

“I guess you expect me to just shit the parts.” Mark did not sound too positive Veronica thought. She wasn’t buying it and told him so.

“Bullshit, Mark. I know you probably have some stuff squirreled away or know someone who does. I got money or I can raid the cabinet for some more hunting guns, but I really need the pistols.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can find. I can’t promise but I’ll look. Is that all you are wanting to add?”

“Well…., now that you mention it, I could use four cheap over/under shotguns.”

“ Cheap? So you need to rob a bank to pay for the Roland Specials? You have never bought anything cheap from me. Lucy you got some xplainin to do”

“Oh, and they need old school wood stocks.” Veronica added.

“Should I track down some industrial lye and a couple sheets of murder plastic? All kidding aside do I want to know? ” Mark sounded like he knew what she was going to do.

“I don’t think so. We’ll swing by to pick our other stuff tomorrow, if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, call when you get to the parking lot. I’ll have things ready.”

Veronica’s next call was the office for an update and to adjust her coverage schedule. She still had to go to work some, but she figured to burn leave while she could.

Her phone calls out of the way, she had gear to move in Violet’s new bedroom. She was still twitchy with the dogs following her room to room, watching her every move. She could still feel her chest hurting from the ninety stitches, but how? IT was over twenty years ago. She tried to put it out of her head.

“Think of something different. If they were going to eat you they would have done it by now. What was that word Violet said to use?”

She looked the dogs sitting at her feet. She stared at their smiling faces trying to decide if it was a friendly smile or not. No time like the present. She had furniture to move and new stuff to prepare for. What was that phrase she heard somewhere maybe it Africa. It really didn’t matter. How did it go.

“All ass or no ass no half ass.”

She mustered her best command voice but kept a softness to it.

“Senshi, Onna, Kuru.”
 
Last edited:

Chapulin

Veteran Member
Early in the 6119 latest draft you mention the intention of the dogs. I would be more concerned with their alarm response but V may truly be concerned with their intention at this point in the story. Very very picky wording I realize.
 
Last edited:
Top