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Aglet's threads
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As of August 2, 2012

Six Word Stories:


July 21, 2012
[In your kitchen, "borrowing" some food.]
With Loki (prince_loki - this is also a Fractured thread), Lucie (piles_of_pages), and Rufus (themonkeypaw)

July 22, 2012
[Traversing a garden, wary and watchful.]
With Daemon (stand_so_close) and Angie/Blaze (aqua_blaze)

July 30, 2012
[hard glare] What do you want?
Sam Winchester's thread (willneversayyes)

July 31, 2012
What are you doing down there?
Kaa's thread (lawfulsnake)
First meeting between Aglet and Kaa.

Fractured!verse:

July 21, 2012
[In your kitchen, "borrowing" some food.]
With Loki (prince_loki)
Aglet meets Loki for the first time and is invited to move in to the orphanage.

July 19/25, 2012
Well, I'm lost. Where are we?
Kid Loki's thread (lokisredemption)
First meeting between Aglet and Kid Loki.

July 25, 2012
I didn't mean to leave home.
With tenthdoc
Aglet, now living at the orphanage, meets the tenth Doctor.

July 28, 2012
Making changes
With Loki (prince_loki)
Aglet encounters Loki again and learns more about magic.

Aglet's story
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The Bottlerack family did not actually live in the bottle rack in the cellar. They didn't live behind it or under it, either. In fact, they didn't live anywhere in the cellar at all, because while it was a rich source of food pickled, jellied, and packed away by the Beans at the end of each summer, the cellar tended to get untolerably damp in the spring. Presumably some ancestor had once lived under the rack that held bottle after bottle of fine Bean wine - or, as Aunt Euphony sometimes opined, someone in their past had simply decided that Bottlerack would be a more respectable name than whatever they'd been called before the family first arrived at the townhouse.

Aglet sometimes wished he knew more about his family's history, but the only person he could ask was Aunt Euphony, and she didn't seem know that much about their family farther back than her grandfather, who had also been Aglet's great-grandfather. Aglet had never known Grandpa Hispid, but then, Aglet had hardly ever known anyone other than Aunt Euphony. She'd looked after him since he was very little (well...very littler), when he'd lost his parents to a cat. She was his father's sister, and had already lived with the three of them before it happened, never having married. They lived alone in the townhouse--alone except for the Beans, but since Aglet had been forbidden until he was fourteen to even go out into an open space, much less near a Bean, he could hardly count the Beans as people he lived with. They were more like fixtures that came with the house - or like wild animals. It didn't take any pretending for a young Borrower to think of a Bean as a fierce creature that would tear him apart on sight.

Aunt Euphony had taught him everything she could: housekeeping, cooking, reading, sewing, and, when he was a teenager, borrowing. Aglet was bright, or so she told him, but her attempts to teach him arithmetic--or anything to do with numbers--were never successful. He could add or subtract on paper, and she was able to impress the method to reading a clock's face on him at great length, but after a few years she gave up on teaching him much more about numbers, and he gladly abandoned math in favor of things he was better at. It was around the same time when he finally wheedled his way into his first borrowing excursion with her, and she took him to the kitchen to bring back a glob from the jar of peanut butter one of the Bean children had left open on the counter. Despite him trying to be careful, he'd come home with the inside of his bag covered in peanut butter after the lid he hadn't properly tied onto the pot he used to hold it had come loose. Aunt Euphony never seemed to make dumb mistakes like that, but she told him it was just because he was young, and that he'd learn from experience.

It was fortunate for both of them that Aunt Euphony had always been an adventurous woman, and a talented Borrower. She had kept their larder full year round for as far back as Aglet could remember, taking everything they needed one little piece at a time from the kitchen and cellar. Their fresh vegetables mostly came from the flower garden, where she would pick dandelions early in the spring and rose petals from the bush by the window all summer, so many of both that they had to turn most of it to jam to keep it from spoiling. Fresh fruit was a special treat only to be had when a Bean was careless and left something half-finished on a counter, as the children sometimes did. Otherwise, they ate many of the same packaged foods the Beans did, as Aunt Euphony was no hunter and Aglet, while he would have been quite happy to hunt and butcher a mouse, didn't have the skill to do so. Meat left out to thaw on the counter was fair game so long as they only took cuts too small for unobservant Bean eyes to see, so they weren't entirely without it, but that, too, was a treat to be savored when it was available.

And so they lived quietly in their rooms in the western wall of the townhouse year after year, occupying the little hidden home built, borrowed, and modified by generations of Bottleracks. It was really too big for just the two of them, but there were no others left - not in that house, anyway. Aunt Euphony told Aglet that she'd been told as a young girl that there had once been more Borrowers living in other parts of the house, but neither of them were ever able to find the homes those Borrowers must have left behind. It wasn't until Aglet's seventeenth year that he met another Borrower besides his aunt and his departed parents - and then it was only because of a catastrophe.

They had seen signs of termites for months, but there wasn't much to be done about it other than to barricade their home against the creatures. Aglet killed termites whenever he came across them, but not only did they bite back, but they excreted noxious toxins - and Aglet was no skilled fighter. Aunt Euphony forbade him from hunting termites after he came home with holes in his trousers and burn marks on his legs, but by then it was too late for two Borrowers to turn the tide of the infestation anyway.

The Beans, slow to notice the goings-on in the walls of their home, eventually became aware of the termites in their own plodding way. That the Beans were aware of the problem and taking steps to solve it was not any comfort - rather, Aunt Euphony informed Aglet that this meant the house would soon be full of poison, which might even be pumped into the air or right into the walls. The termites would probably be killed, but anyone else in the walls would face the same danger. Not only did they need to leave, but they needed to leave immediately, as the Beans could begin their attack on the termites at any time.

The home where Aglet had spent his youth was soon left behind, boarded up as best they could leave it in the hopes that the termites would be killed by the Beans before they were able to get inside. Aunt Euphony and Aglet each took all they could carry of supplies for the journey, as well as their most prized possessions - though they fully intended to return once the danger was past, it was impossible to know for sure if they ever would, or if their rooms in the wall would still be there when they got back.

Their journey dragged on for weeks, the pair forced to sleep in whatever semi-hidden places presented themselves. They passed through the neighboring townhouse first, but without any Borrower families to develop secret passageways, the other Bean homes they encountered were inhospitable. They were chased by pets on more than one occasion, even after they abandoned the indoors in favor of making their way across lawns and gardens by night. One miserable, nerve-wracking night even saw them crossing a road, hurrying across as fast as their tiny legs could carry them and collapsing in the grass on the far (far, far) side in relief. Now, as much as they could, they ate what they found outdoors to avoid digging too deeply into their packs. Aunt Euphony knew where they were going--Aglet's mother, she told him, had come this way with part of her own family before she'd met Aglet's father, and had told Euphony of it often. They had cousins (or Aglet had cousins; Aunt Euphony was his father's sister and a Bottlerack through and through) who, at last count, lived at a grocer's. Last count had been before Aglet was born, since no one on either side had been willing to make the dangerous journey for only a visit, but the Settee family was Euphony and Aglet's only hope--it was either hope those family members were still there and would welcome them, or try to carve out a completely new home all alone, even if only temporarily.

Despite Aglet's silent doubts and a nearly disastrous wrong turn that tacked an extra night onto their travels, the two Borrowers finally made it to the grocer's, footsore but safe and sound. They were greeted with surprise by Aglet's cousins but were welcomed quickly enough into the fold once they'd explained who they were and why they had made the journey. Aglet was pretty sure he made a poor first impression on his cousins, as he didn't know what to say beyond a mumbled greeting. Aunt Euphony led the way, as she so often did in everything, leaving Aglet to stand sheepishly in the background as she introduced him to his cousins and gave them the long overdue but still unwelcome news of his parents' deaths. This family, unlike his own, had flourished in the years since his mother left. Two families made their homes in the shop, but Aglet's cousins were the more numerous, with three generations living in one home. There wasn't anyone Aglet's age within that household, though a few could be found among the other family of the shop.

Aglet missed home badly, but he had to agree with Aunt Euphony that getting to meet his cousins and their friends was a more than fair trade. He'd wondered more than once during their journey whether it was really worth going so far - after all, in the time it had taken them to walk to the shop, the Beans may have already taken care of all the termites. Once they were there, though, he was almost completely happy to hear that Aunt Euphony had had an ulterior motive all along: they were going to try to bring some more Borrowers home with them or, failing that, move here permanently.

The only trouble was, while he was happy to meet new people, he didn't seem to have any idea what to talk about, or how to keep track of so many of them. He struggled to learn names and match them to faces, and his constant failures in that arena soon became a joke (one he was always sure to point out and laugh at himself, since making his cousins laugh made it less hurtful that he'd forgotten their names for the second time in a day).

Still, he got along alright, and he and Euphony were accepted into the group without too much fuss. The question of when they'd go back (and who might go with them) lurked at the back of his mind, but it was agreed that the pair of them should simply stay for a few months, so long as they helped with the Borrowing and the chores. At first, Aglet only accompanied older Borrowers on their missions, but soon he had learned the layout of many of the hidden passages in the walls of the grocer's shop and began to wander on his own. Here was a new place, where he might live for the rest of his life - or which he might not ever see again. He wanted to see all he could while he had the chance - and besides, he told himself, a Borrower always needed to stay in practice.

The Bean woman who ran the grocery lived above the shop, and for the most part the Borrowers left her living quarters alone. Still, while two families of Borrowers might be able to live only on pilfered goods from the shop, life was so much comfortable if they occasionally went upstairs to take a few other small things as well. Aglet began to range upstairs more often in his solitary ramblings, sometimes leaving the walls to wander in the Bean's giant rooms, both upstairs and down. He didn't bother to borrow anything most times, since he'd have to explain where he'd got it if he did. If something was needed, he'd hear about it and help get it, but most nights he simply wanted to explore. He didn't tell Aunt Euphony, who was used to him restlessly wandering the walls and sometimes the garden back home. She'd worry if she knew where he went most nights; and he didn't know if he had it in his heart to keep doing it if she actually told him not to. He was almost an adult - a young man, cousin Hapgood had called him - but in so many ways, he still looked to Aunt Euphony for guidance.

All went well for the first month or two. The family borrowed, they cooked and cleaned, and they patiently re-introduced Aglet to their neighbors (and, less and less frequently, to themselves) whenever he forgot a name. Aglet learned where to find everything they could need in the shop and the Bean's home upstairs, and he and Aunt Euphony traded techniques with the other Borrowers.

It was in the small hours of a cold morning when Aglet's life changed for the worse again. He'd scaled the writing desk against the wall by the stairs, and had been resting at the top, rather pleased with himself despite the probable uselessness of the accomplishment. The Bean rarely moved about before dawn, and Aglet had no reason to expect that this morning would be any different - not, at least, until the light came on in the bedroom. Cursing (quietly, though fervently), Aglet hopped up from where he'd been resting on a pen holder, surveying the room from the unaccustomed height of the table. He reached into his bag for his rappelling rope and hook, only to discover that the rope was tangled. He shook it and tugged at it with trembling hands as the sounds of movement in the other room continued, but it obstinately remained knotted. As the bedroom door creaked open, Aglet did the only thing he could think of: he hid.

It was unfortunate that the nearest hiding place to hand happened to be what he realized only later was a purse. Very soon, he had cause to curse his decision as the Bean, apparently done with her preparations for whatever had gotten her out of bed so early, picked up the bag, pushed a cell phone inside, and walked away with it out into the dark morning. Aglet was knocked into the bottom of the bag, where a jumble of items kept banging against him. He couldn't see or hear anything, and it seemed to go on for a painful eternity of bumps, bruises, and seasickness as the bag swayed with the Bean's every step. Throughout it all, he couldn't stop thinking of what Aunt Euphony would think when she realized he was gone - or what would become of him if he didn't get away before the Bean opened her bag and saw him. And with every step of the Bean, Aglet got further and further away from home....


[It can generally be assumed that Aglet got trapped in the Bean's purse when she was about to go on some sort of trip. As necessary, it can be said that he remained inside long enough to be taken wherever she was going, or that he escaped only to realize he had no idea where he was. In any case, Aglet is now on an epic homeward journey...if only he can figure out which way to go.]

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