Challenge

A 351-post collection

"Awwwww!!!"

Good idea, wrong innovator. Bonus if you can use a member of the new recruits not normally given a starring role. Details please.

(#00277)

{trickle trickle trickle trickle DOONK}

Jamie leaned back in appreciation. He made it work! He made something work! And it was beautiful.

“What the hell, Squirt?”

“It’s an office meditation toy,” he announced. Sure, this one was made out of whatever he could scrounge, but the finished product… was going to be awesome.

The pipe set just so under the recirculating water tipped with a {DOONK} noise.

“That sorta thing’s for gardens, Squirt. You’d never get anyone to set that thing up in their office. Too distracting. Too annoying. Too big.”

“Aawwwwww…”

*

Three weeks later, someone else had a similar idea on the shelves. Albeit, briefly on the shelves before an eager customer nabbed it and paid twice what Jamie had imagined he could sell it for.

Jamie stared in red-faced fury at the display poster and wished he could get away with kicking Mister Logan.

“Hey, Squirt, we’re headin’…” Logan stopped. He, too, had connected the dots.

Jamie, meanwhile, was fighting back tears.

“Too big, you said,” he managed. “Too annoying.” Sniff. “I coulda made a whole bunch'a money…”

Logan was shaking his head and whispering unprintable things about stupid people. “Tell ya what, kid. Next time you have a dumb idea, I’ll back it.”

“He-ey…”

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Challenge #00276: Peck of Dust, Dust, Dust...

Dust.

People tend to think about the big things, when it comes to the perils of space travel. Meteors. Solar flares. Stresses on the air tanks. Sparks in unwanted places.

Few ever ponder that a crew might encounter trouble with their own epithelial cloud.

Five year missions were the maximum, after the trouble had been discovered, of course. People who got dandruff either had to shave (carefully!), vacuum, or pass on the idea of going into space in the first place.

Filters

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Challenge #00275: On the Folly of Tailored Worlds

When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that’s a bore. Eh?

Worlds can not be built. That sort of thing takes millions of years, and no known cogniscents are willing to wait that long.

They can, however, be tailored.

The most famous group for doing this are the Archivaas. A human-descended cult of collecting, collating, storing and sorting records and information of all kinds. As a preventative measure against data loss, post Shattering, much akin to

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Mundane Utility: The Sequel

Expanding on the previous challenge, why not show how some other mutants with fantastic superhuman powers use their incredible abilities for decidedly non-incredible things?  Pick at least two.  Oh, but not obvious/overdone stuff like Jean using her TK as an extra hand - be creative. – Josh

(#00273)

“This is my popcorn,” Lance protested. “You want some, go make your own.”

“But I’m hungry now,” protested Freddy.

Todd used his prehensile tongue to

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Challenge #00272: So sharp...

Realising that Wolverine rarely, if ever, actually washes his claws

or

Wolverine getting a hand cleaning the claws, because it’s fiddly when both sets are out and he can’t put them away until all the bits of zombie/dirt/stuff are gone

[AN: Since it’s my birthday, today, you get both.]

“Whaddaya mean, don’t ‘perform field surgery’?”

“What is up with you?” demanded Scott.

Sara looked around at

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Challenge #00271: Rule 9 for Life

The mundane uses of adamantium claws

[AN: For those unfamiliar with Gibbs and his rules, rule 9 is “Never go anywhere without a knife”]

There is a saying that goes, ‘for a man with a hammer, every problem looks like a nail’. For Logan, he always had a knife.

He used them to snag apples from the fruit bowl. To open tricky parcels. To open mail. To shave with. To deal with that horrible shrink wrap that industries

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Challenge #00270: Heroic

Bigger brother usually has the spotlight, he’s always the one they call when there’s trouble, and he’s good at what he does. But sometimes, the younger sibling saves the day.

He called himself Pax, an ancient word for peace. Of course, the first time he was noticed as a hero, the headline read, PAX A PUNCH! in typical headliner absence of humor.

He was tall, strong, could fly, very little could harm him and, when he

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Challenge #00267: Learning the Ropes

We also also learned that anyone ordering in excess of three tons of tapioca, six conifers, and a goldfish should be arrested immediately, and please, please, please do not ask why.”

Every last Ensign asked, “Why?”

This one asked, “What can you possibly do with tapioca, conifers, and a goldfish?”

Lyr turned on hir. “Have you heard of an area called the Glunk?”

“Uh. No?”

“I’ll send you the

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Challenge #00260: Bubbles in History

Since you like Adventure Time (and I hope you’ve seen some of the more recent episodes, minor spoilers in prompt)

Bubblegum: Journey from Irradiated Pink Ooze to the founder of a Kingdom.

[AN: Warning - Rampant headcannon ahead]

See…

A wrecked city. It used to be called Cincinnati, before the bombs fell. The survivors braved its depths for supplies. Useful things. Food. Metals.

Feel…

It hurt to be alive. She was alive. She couldn’t leave. She

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"Well, Sweetie..."

“Mommy, how did you meet Daddy?”

(#00259)

He blushed. “Uh…” He glanced over at Edi. Edi nodded.

“Well… I was naked at the time…”

“Da-a-a-ad….”

“No, he’s telling the truth. Daddy wasn’t wearing so much as one red stitch.”

“There was the band-aid. That was technically cloth.”

“It was on your left shoulder. It doesn’t count as clothes.”

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Challenge #00257: What a Wonderful World

When truly equity is nurtured upon Mother Earth between the genders (Again, because I’m thinking of MLK.)

“So… Mari. Is that one a he or a she?”

“Gram-MAAAA…” Mari blushed. “You promised…”

“I did, I did. I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“I only let you be my show-and-tell ‘cause you promised you wouldn’t do any of the old-fashioned stuff.”

Gramma nodded. “I

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"Why We Won't Stop Fighting For Our Right To Purity"

Someone with an ARTICULATELY RATIONAL reason for detesting Sara and waging futile jihad against mutants because of her. (Just because I’m feeling deep in my ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ phase today being the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington.) Something akin to what Luther did on the doorframe would be nice as well.

(#00256)

The photo showed a slightly-horsey girl with green-blue scales. She was smiling, but not looking at the camera. The resolution made it clear

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Challenge #00255: The wall and the Hypocri-sea.

The invisible fence, 15 feet high that divides the America that lectures others on “multiculturalism”.

It was a rich white girls’ party. Anyone watching the video could tell. It wasn’t in a house. It wasn’t even in a mansion. It was in a palace. The theme was multiculturalism.

She was wearing sexy lederhosen with a chinese shirt and Inca shoes. She also sported a rainbow sombrero and a necklace made of ‘fangs’.

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Challenge #00254: Honey, and Plenty of Money

Bees.

[AN: Any relationship between certain corporations in this fiction and certain poison companies is strictly imaginary]

Fantraxin did not kill bees. That was its primary selling point. It killed all other insects that may predate on crops, but not the bees. How it did so, of course, was a company secret.

A secret that made them the largest corporation on the planet, almost overnight.

Or, at least, it would have. If they weren’t already the biggest global power ever

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