Post by 1stAgent on Apr 11, 2010 16:47:21 GMT -5
The rescue is a success, the team has returned safely and the demon threat seems to have subsided. Unfortunately, they forgot about real life, and the school that has descended into anarchy. Molly suddenly finds herself out of power, and unable to control her school, her unit or her sister's developing feelings for Troy. Troy, meanwhile, doesn't question his decision in the dungeon... until Molly finds out, threatening to tear the entire unit apart. On top of all this, the Hokoni learn of Kendrick's fate and Donovan figures squarely into their search for vengeance! Coming June 23- Magical Security Taskforce Volume 6: "The Melancholy Of Molly Pearson."
And a special treat for you forum members... a sneak peak at Volume Six! Look for more scenes on the forums throughout the break.
Molly usually arrived a little early every day to monitor everybody's arrivals and assure the populace that Big Sister was watching. On this first day back, she showed up even earlier. She knew she'd have a week's worth of paperwork to catch up on and no lackey to handle it for her.
Thankfully, Renee volunteered to help out her sister. Hesitant as Molly usually was to delegate government affairs to non-council members, she appreciated the help.
“Hey, that's what sisters are for!” Renee said as they reached the entrance.
Molly snickered. “You know, we have an open secretary position.”
“That's actually tempting if I don't go out for golf in the spring.”
“You've never golfed before.”
“Well, I missed the winter season so...” Renee trailed off when she saw two volleyballs mounted on javelins just outside the main entrance. Someone had painted angry faces on them. The sisters shrugged at each other and stepped inside, suddenly hushed.
The interior had gotten additional decorations as well, although not as vicious as the volleyball heads. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with posters for various clubs. They all seemed incredibly stylized and more imperative than Renee could recall. She didn't remember the Spanish Club using Che Guevara in its campaigns before. Still, most of them were for normal clubs, save for one billing itself as the 'People's Council.'
Renee shook her head. “I always thought your poster policy was a little draconic, but now I see why.”
Molly sighed and continued down the hallway. Perhaps she'd have more trouble catching up from the lost week than she thought.
And a special treat for you forum members... a sneak peak at Volume Six! Look for more scenes on the forums throughout the break.
Molly usually arrived a little early every day to monitor everybody's arrivals and assure the populace that Big Sister was watching. On this first day back, she showed up even earlier. She knew she'd have a week's worth of paperwork to catch up on and no lackey to handle it for her.
Thankfully, Renee volunteered to help out her sister. Hesitant as Molly usually was to delegate government affairs to non-council members, she appreciated the help.
“Hey, that's what sisters are for!” Renee said as they reached the entrance.
Molly snickered. “You know, we have an open secretary position.”
“That's actually tempting if I don't go out for golf in the spring.”
“You've never golfed before.”
“Well, I missed the winter season so...” Renee trailed off when she saw two volleyballs mounted on javelins just outside the main entrance. Someone had painted angry faces on them. The sisters shrugged at each other and stepped inside, suddenly hushed.
The interior had gotten additional decorations as well, although not as vicious as the volleyball heads. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with posters for various clubs. They all seemed incredibly stylized and more imperative than Renee could recall. She didn't remember the Spanish Club using Che Guevara in its campaigns before. Still, most of them were for normal clubs, save for one billing itself as the 'People's Council.'
Renee shook her head. “I always thought your poster policy was a little draconic, but now I see why.”
Molly sighed and continued down the hallway. Perhaps she'd have more trouble catching up from the lost week than she thought.
