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Day Two Hundred and One: Ravensbrook High School

December 8, 2011 1 comment

For the month of December, I’ll be world-building. This means taking a look at the people, places, and institutions that I have created over the last six months and trying to figure out more about them. This will involve a look at the stories in which they’ve appeared, and then some speculation, stream-of-consciousness writing, and with any luck a few revelations. In addition, I may come back and add new material as the Elves in my unconscious ship out new ideas, so I’ll be sure to link them up.

Your feedback as readers is, of course, more than welcome. There are probably questions that I’m forgetting to ask and holes that I need to fill.

Wish me luck!


Today I thought I’d do an institution and see what it is I’ve set up.

Over the course of the last six months, I’ve made a lot of schools. This really shouldn’t be surprising, seeing as how I am a teacher and all. What is a little surprising is how one of these schools has attracted a certain kind of student in my stories, and I’m not entirely sure how that happened.

I’m talking about Ravensbrook High School in Ravensbrook, IL. Whatever other qualities I’ll make up in a few minutes, I will say this for it: it produces more than its fair share of metahumans, and I have no idea why.

Let’s see what the stories say about Ravensbrook High and the town it’s in:

104: Discipline

  • Ravensbrook is not explicitly named in this story
  • Carly Siminsky played softball. Janice Simone is the coach
  • The emergence of Carly’s telekinetic powers caused the deaths of nearly a hundred people

117: Rachael Decker

  • Ravensbrook Country Club is mentioned
  • Rachael  Decker went to school with Evelyn Pierce

119: Carly Siminsky

  • Ravensbrook is confirmed to be in Illinois.
  • The town is where popular Young Adult author Veronica Siminsky lives
  • Carly Siminsky was a student at Ravensbrook High School
  • The school has a basketball team
  • The school has a softball team

174: Carl’s Dragon

  • Carl Stockman and Annie Deaver are students there
  • Carl is a new student.

180: Away from the Green

  • Evelyn Pierce was a student at Ravensbrook
  • She had to leave after the death of Rachael Decker

182: Self-Guided Tour

  • Ezra Reznick was a student at Ravensbrook Elementary and High Schools
  • Alan Tebow is a science teacher at Ravensbrook Elementary
  • The high school took a trip to Washington, D.C.

Of the students that we have listed up there, three of them have some kind of meta-human ability. Carly has telekinesis, Evelyn can communicate with and manipulate plants (just not very well yet) and Ezra is able to pass through solid matter. Carl doesn’t have any powers that I know of, but he does have a dragon, and that’s almost as good.

In my head, Ravensbrook is a nice suburban high school with nice suburban kids. Their mascot is the Wolves, and they have a sports program that occasionally plays on the state level. They have a brass band and an after-school drama club, and they tend to rank in the upper third of schools in Illinois. All in all, not a bad place to send your kids, assuming you’re not worried about one of their classmates developing super-powers and wreaking havok.

Carly Siminsky’s telekinetic massacre was easily one of the worst accidents in the town’s history. During softball practice, she dropped to her knees while at bat, clutched her head and started screaming. People around her began to bleed from the eyes, mouth, and ears, and “twelve people died in the first sixty seconds. Nearly a hundred more in the minutes that followed…” Her coach, Janice Simone, somehow realized that Carly was at the center of this, and hit her with an aluminum baseball bat, knocking her unconscious. Coach Simone still has the bat.

What also made news was the mysterious death of Rachael Decker. [1] While visiting the home of Evelyn Pierce, who had caused something of a stir in biology class, Rachael suffered a fatal neck injury and died. Her wounds were consistent with being strangled by some kind of rope, but no evidence was ever found, and the Pierce family was not charged with anything. They left town soon after.

So it is not a town without its share of tragedy. Of course, the big question is why Ravensbrook should attract or generate metahumans like this. From a writing perspective, I think I might be able to get away with making at least one more superpowered Ravensbrook alum, because good teams come in fives, but that doesn’t answer the question. Is there a Hellmouth? A secret government project to create superhumans? Or is it just a weird coincidence? I honestly have no idea. I expect that it’ll be one of those things that reveals itself while writing. I hope so, anyway.

One of the interesting problems that these four kids bring up is that of timing. I haven’t done a lot to establish a solid timeline of events in Earth Prime, preferring to keep things nebulous. So if I want Carly, Rachael, Ezra, and Carl to go to school together, I can.

But I don’t have to. And what’s more, I don’t really want to.

In Escape 1 and Escape 2, I see Ezra as being in his early 30s. Carly is a teenager when we first meet her, and just about twenty when she shows up again in The Bad News. Rachael is in school when we see her in A Friend in Need, in her  early twenties for Away From the Green, and definitely a woman – I see her in her 30s – in her first appearance as a bit character in Interviews. Fortunately, we’ve only seen Carl once, and he’s a student at the time. My instinct is to say that the age they were when I first created them is their age “now,” assuming I know exactly when “now” is.

What I do know is that “now,” Carly, Ezra, and definitely Evelyn are without their powers, thanks to the gene bomb that was referenced in Interviews – the creation of evil genius Tobias Rhyne that robbed metahumans of their powers. I know Evelyn survived it, but I can’t say for the other two. Carl and his dragon should be fine.

On top of that, the stories of Paul Barbeau tell us that there will be some kind of world-wide disaster that will turn humanity into a singular hive-mind, causing the few people left to try and use time travel to fix it. How old will the Ravensbrook kids be when that happens? I have no idea, but it’ll probably be in their lifetimes.

So while Ravensbrook has given me some good characters that I can have fun with, it’s also handed me a continuity issue that will force me to figure out where the most pivotal moments of Earth Prime history take place so that I’m not contradicting myself. Then I have to map it onto real-world history so that I can use real events as touchstones for the readers.

Story Ideas:

  • Rachael Decker’s mother has made it her mission to find Evelyn Pierce and make her pay for the death of her daughter.
  • A tour of the school, which culminates in the revelation of its Deep Dark Secret!
  • A teacher with super-powers who’s decided to avoid the whole “hero” thing.
  • The Siminsky Incident.
  • A fifth super-powered student.
  • A team-up of the Ravensbrook Five!


[1] Rachael is an interesting problem all her own. She’s my “Kenny” – she’s died in every story she’s been in, so either she’s cursed by Cthulhu or she has some serious continuity issues.

Day One Hundred and Seventeen: Rachael Decker

September 15, 2011 2 comments

Part of writing is getting to know your characters. The way that I’ve been working so far, there’s not been a lot of time to do that. I write a story, and move on – maybe coming back another time to revisit the people I have created, but usually not. So just for fun, I’m going to do some character interviews this week and see what I can find out about the folks who emerged from between the folds in my brain. To do so, I’ve got my list of characters and the fine folks over at, and together I’ll be randomly choosing my subjects. If you have a request for a character interview, let me know in the comments and I can see to it that he or she jumps to the head of the queue.

Rachael Decker is an interesting character, in that she has died twice – rather terribly both times. The first was on day 9 in Reunion, and the second on day 38 in A Friend in Need. I realized with the second story that I’d found my Kenny. Poor girl….


Good evening, Miss Decker. Have a- Oh! Are- are you okay?

Yes, yes, I’m so sorry. I guess I must have tripped on something. I’m fine, though, I’m fine. (sits) There, that’s better. Thanks for asking me to talk. I’ve really been looking forward to it!

I’m glad to hear that. We have some refreshments – would you like some?

No, thanks. I should be fine. Well.. maybe a water.

Why don’t you start off by telling us a little about yourself?

Well, I don’t know how much there is to tell, really. My name is Rachael. I live with my mom and dad in Ravensbrook with my younger brothers – twins. They’re really cute, but they can be kinda annoying sometimes.

I’m in high school now – I’m a junior, and I hope that I can go to Corsair Academy after I graduate. They have a really good social science program there, and I want to get into something like psychology or counseling.

That sounds great! What do you hope to do with it?

I know this sounds like a real Girl thing to say, but I like helping people out, y’know? There’s always kids in my school who are having problems or who aren’t getting along, and I… I don’t know. I can’t not try. I can’t just walk past them and let them go.

Why do you think that is?

Maybe because I hope that someday, if I’m having trouble, I hope someone will be there to help me. I mean, my mom and dad won’t be around forever, you know?

But… Wow, that sounds kind of selfish. It’s not like I’m doing this because I expect something in return – I totally don’t. It’s just that I think… You have two choices, right? You can be good to someone, and make their life better, or you can be bad to someone, and make their life worse. And I guess I don’t really see any benefit in making another person’s life worse.

It’s like there’s this one kid at my school – Eddie. He’s a real quiet kid, doesn’t get along with people very well. And a lot of the other kids give him grief for it. Just for being a little different. So I make sure to talk to him when I see him, ask how his day is going, that kind of thing. He was really shy at first, but I think he’s starting to open up a lot. He actually smiles now, and that really makes my day.

That’s sweet. Is there anyone else you feel you’ve helped?

There’s a girl in my biology class, Evelyn, who went through some really weird stuff a few months ago. For some reason, her hair turned green. We’re talking bright green, like the grass over at the Ravensbrook Country Club green. Everyone thinks she dyed it, but she was really upset about it. She kept trying to hide it under hats and scarves and things like that, and seemed… well, ashamed. I don’t think she’d do that if she’d meant it to be green. And when I got paired up with her to do our biology project, I decided that I wasn’t going to pay any attention to her hair at all. She seemed like a nice enough person, and that would have to be good enough for me.

And how did that work out?

It… I think it went well. To be honest, I think there may have been an accident or something, because I don’t really remember a lot of things from right about then. I do know that Evelyn and her family had to move suddenly, which was really too bad.

So what do you hope to do when you get out of college? Do you have any plans?

Gosh, I don’t really know. I’d love to be a counselor of some kind. I was thinking for veterans? My uncle came home from Iraq and he had a really hard time getting used to life at home. He’d wake up in the middle of the night and think he was under attack, couldn’t stay out in public too long, that kind of thing. I did a paper on it for social studies class, too. These are guys who really let themselves get hurt – mentally and physically – and I think we owe it to them to make sure they can live the life they deserve.

That’s really great. I hope you go far with your dream.

Thank you! Hey, you mentioned you have something to eat? I’m starting to feel a little hungry…

Sure! We’ve got some cookies, little snack-sized candies, maybe some chips? Nothing healthy, but…

That’s okay. These cookies look great, I’ll try one.

They’re store-bought, nothing special. So, let me see, one last question… How did you-

(cough) I’m- (cough) I’m sorry. There’s some-(cough) Something wrong… (cough)

Are you okay? Do you need some water?

I just (COUGH) I can’t br(COUGHCOUGH)brea(COUGHCOUGH)a- acckkkhhh…

Oh my god! Somebody call an ambulance! Oh god, no! Some- turn off the camera. TURN OFF THE CAM-

Day Thirty-eight: A Friend in Need

June 28, 2011 4 comments

As my cast list grows, every now and then I’ll randomly choose two characters and see what happens when I put them together. Insofar as there is a canon to any of these stories, these are not canon. Or maybe they are. We’ll see.

This week features Rachael Decker, the ill-fated Girl Next Door from day 9, Reunion and Evelyn Pierce (AKA Botanica, a former metahuman) from story 36, Interviews. Let’s watch and see what happens…


Green hair isn’t something you can hide easily in high school. Evelyn Pierce certainly tried, but she found that trying to go from a deep, mossy green back to her normal blonde was asking for more than modern cosmetics could offer. The new tint ignored the bleach utterly, and she knew she wasn’t goth enough to pull off dyeing her hair black. So green it was.

She got complaints from teachers, who called her parents, who said they had no idea what was going on. There was no history of green hair in the family, of course, and they were as concerned as anyone.

Compared to what else was happening, though, green hair was the least of Evelyn’s problems.

The real trouble started in biology class, as it so often does. The project was simple: clone a plant. Take a cutting, put it in some agar in a tube and try to cultivate cells from it. Each student pair did just that – plant, cutting, agar, incubate. Evelyn was paired with Rachael Decker, which made life easier. Rachael was a rarity in high school – someone who was incredibly popular, but at the same time genuinely nice. She didn’t care who you were, but rather treated everyone with basic human decency.

No one knew how she managed. But if there was any better person to have to work with when your hair was turning green, Evelyn didn’t know her. All Rachael said when she saw it for the first time was, “Wow! That looks nice!” And that was it. From anyone else, Evelyn would have suspected sarcasm. But not Rachael Decker.

The results of the experiment were, for most of the pairs, fairly ordinary. Lots of fungal infections from improperly cleaned equipment, a few that showed some sign of growth.

Evelyn’s had exploded. It broke through its glass tube and sent blind tendrils all through the incubator, infiltrating other experiments and completely ruining half the class’ work. Mr. Peters, the bio teacher, was amused, if anything. “Looks like we have a success,” he said, carefully disentangling the thing from all the others. He handed it to Evelyn and Rachael. “What’re you going to name it?”

Rachael laughed, but Evelyn didn’t even hear him. She was too busy listening to the horrible thing she was holding in her hands as it screamed at her. It was… crying. Like a horrible, twisted baby. And no one seemed to notice.

She dropped it and ran out of the bio lab. She went to the nurse, who called her parents, who took her home. As they drove, the whispering voice of that thing tickled her mind, and wherever she looked she felt like she was being watched.

She missed school the next day, and the day after. She wouldn’t leave her room – going to the living room with her mother’s potted plants was painful enough, and when her father mowed the lawn she nearly went mad. The grass screamed at her. The begonias begged for their freedom. She couldn’t even take a shower – as scrupulous as her mother was about cleaning, there was still mold somewhere, and it spoke to her in a horrible black voice that made her teeth hurt.

After a few days, her mother poked her head into the bedroom. “Evey, honey? You have a visitor?” Everything her mother said sounded like a question. It always had, and it always bugged Evelyn, but not now,

“I can’t, mom,” she said.

“She says it’s important? It’s your friend Rachael?”

The thought that Rachael could make everything better was stupid, she knew. Childish. No one could make things better, not ever. But it planted itself in her, and took hold. If she could talk to anyone, it would be Rachael. “I’ll… I’ll come down,” she said.

She brushed her hair and changed her clothes for the first time in two days. Rachael wouldn’t mind if she smelled a little.

She heard them as she walked down the stairs. Her mother was a big believer in houseplants and kept them all over the place. Every room had green, growing things in it and until this week Evelyn thought they were nice. That they added some life and some freshness to the house. Now she could hear their voices as they strained for sunlight, called for water and ached in the pots that were provided for them. They wanted to be outside, to have their roots in deep soil and to be able to feel the breeze, to host insects and to be wild again. All of that in a cacophony of noise in her head that was so very loud. By the time she was in the living room, she was whimpering, and didn’t even notice that Rachael was there.

“Evey?” Rachael asked, putting her hands on her Evelyn’s shoulders. “Evey, are you okay?”

All Evelyn could do was shake her head. She wanted to speak, but she couldn’t unclench her mouth.

“I’ll leave you two alone?” he mother said. “If you want anything…?” She left, looking worried.

Rachael guided Evelyn over to the sofa, next to a sprawling philodendron on the side table that was singing, of all things. Singing! Evelyn whimpered as she sat. Rachael sat next to her, her hand on Evelyn’s knee. There was a rubber plant on the other side of the sofa that was growling something Evelyn couldn’t make out. “I know what you’re going through,” Rachael said.

Evelyn wanted to laugh, but that seemed like a very bad idea. What had Rachael gone through that was like this? What had she had to endure? The pitch of the plant noise ebbed for a moment, and she could sense a change in the room. An attention that wasn’t there before. A quiet, definite attention.

They were listening to her.

“Sometimes, life just gets weird, y’know?” Rachael continued. “But I want you to know I’m here if you need anything.” She leaned in. “Is it those guys from the swim team? Because they’re just assholes, and you know it.”

Evelyn shook her head again, but thinking of the laughter and the taunts she got when her hair changed just made it worse. She could feel something uncoiling inside her, something horrible and deadly. The plants had fallen utterly silent. Except for one of the spider plants hanging in the large bay window. It was laughing.

“But in order for me to help you, I need to know what’s wrong.” Rachael tilted Evelyn’s face up to look her in the eyes, and she smiled. She had such a pretty smile. She had red hair that set off gold-brown eyes, and those eyes just looked so honest. So sincere. Evelyn heard her own voice in her head, cutting through the silence. You can tell her, she thought. She’ll believe you.

Evelyn relaxed, and the thing inside her lashed out. The plants in the living room burst into life, their tendrils and leaves exploding outwards with a sound no human ear had ever heard before. Under that quiet roar was a louder one in her mind, a cry of freedom and rage. They had been given a horrible vitality that Evelyn knew was coming from her, flowing from her, but she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t know how it started, and stopping it was like trying to stop a river.

“What the hell?” Rachael stood up and started at the plants, then at Evelyn, who was rigid on the couch. “Evelyn, what’s-” She was cut off as the long stems of a large porthos plant whipped around her neck, cutting off her breathing. The long, grassy leaves of the spider plant whipped around, binding her hand and foot and lifting her, twisting and writing, off the floor. The great, stiff branches of a jade plant held her up, lifting her nearly to the ceiling.

From the couch, Evelyn was helpless. She saw her friend in the air, wrapped in twisting, choking green, and she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She tried yelling in her head for the plants to stop, to let her friend down, but they couldn’t hear her – or wouldn’t.

Please, she implored them. Please let her go!

The mad chorus of voices surged, voicing primitive, needy thoughts. The room was filled with the sound of rustling leaves and the smell of steaming, living soil. The plants were happy, she realized. Happy for the first time in their lives. They were calling out – sun, water, soil – over and over again, like a chant, like a ritual – sun, water, soil – getting louder and louder and ignoring the screams in Evelyn’s head to stop, to put down her friend, to please just stop!

There was a loud snap.

The plants went quiet. For a moment, Evelyn thought that maybe one of the branches had broken, that they had pushed too far, too fast. But she heard the plants and knew that wasn’t so. They were murmuring, whispering, quiet. The leaves and vines and tendrils, so alive and vicious just a moment ago, went limp, and Rachael’s body fell to the floor. There were cuts all over her arms and neck where the leaves and vines had sliced into her skin. Her head lolled on a broken neck and rested awkwardly on her shoulder.

Finally, Evelyn was able to move. She dropped down beside her friend and begged and pleaded and sobbed.

The plants watched, and whispered.

Day Nine: Reunion

May 30, 2011 4 comments

They were all perfectly convincing. Especially the one that looked like my grandmother.

A beautiful day in the park. The sun was blazing, singing far overhead, and the green of all the living things threatened to overwhelm me. The sky was of a blue that called to my soul, only occasionally broken by white fluffy clouds that scraped their way from horizon to horizon. My whole family was there. Cousins, uncles, aunts, second cousins, great-aunts. All of them.

But it wasn’t them. I knew it wasn’t them. But they didn’t know that I knew….

The way “grandmother” pinched my cheeks, just like the real one did, and asked me why I hadn’t met any pretty girls yet. “Mrs. Berger’s granddaughter is still single, you know.” Her voice creaked in just the right way, but it was the creak of old leather and unoiled hinges.

Nice. She’s said that every time I’ve visited for the last year. Only the real Maw-maw would say that. But this… thing wasn’t her.

They certainly did their research. But I’m not fooled.

I can see the wires. I can see the glitches. Uncle Roy is too neat, using coasters under his Sam Adams.
And his wife hasn’t mentioned NASCAR yet, even though they’d been at the reunion for more than ten minutes.

And cousin Jenny. The bastards got her too. She was wearing a dress. A critical miscalculation on their part. Jenny wouldn’t have worn a dress at gunpoint, not in a million years. I can’t believe they missed that detail.

I didn’t know the technology had proceeded so far, making them so good, so close to the real thing. They might fool the rest of the world, but the rest of the world doesn’t see things the way I do. They don’t know what I know.

“Little Eddie!” I felt my arm grabbed by “uncle” Phil, and it pulled me close just like its predictive algorithms probably told it to. I never liked my uncle, but the thought of how they must have tortured him to extract this kind of information from his brain just turned my stomach. “How’s college, Eddie? You still studying, what was it, horoscopes and things? Like they got in the newspaper?”

“That’s astrology un- uncle Phil. That’s not science.” I pulled my arm away and tried not to look for the way light machine oil had probably stained the fabric of my jacket. “I study astronomy. Stars and planets. you know.”

It laughed, and it sounded like a car’s clutch right before it burned out. “Right, right, telescopes and things, right.” It slapped me on the back. “Not a lot of money in that, kid. You should’ve come to work with me in the hardware store. That’s good, steady work.”

Huh. Right. A “hardware store.” That’s probably what had made uncle Phil a prime target – easy access to materials to rebuild themselves. And I know what would happen if I went to that thing’s “hardware store.” They’d be sucking my brain dry and there’d be a copy of me wandering around, looking for someone else to convert.

“I need to get something to eat, Unnnncle,” I said. “See you later.” I ducked away and went back to the barbecue at the center of this facade, this elaborate trap. They all looked at me, their soulless glassy eyes following me as I moved towards the honeypot of human food they had brought to the park with them. the sun was still shining, and it hurt my eyes. The leaves were green. Kids were playing frisbee with a dog. A father was flying a kite with his son.

They had really done their research. It all looked so real.

I took a burger from the table. I wasn’t going to eat it – god knows what those things would have put in it – but I had to keep up appearances. I couldn’t let them know that I knew. To do that would just end everything. They’d fall on me like wolves and tear me apart for the good of their “experiment”.

Someone was staring at me. I could feel it. I turned around and let the burger fall to the ground.

It was Rachael.

“Hi, Eddie. Long time no see.”

The last time I had seen her was high school graduation, along with everyone else I had been friends with. I had a crush on her. Hell, probably all the boys had a crush on her, how could they not? That dark, perfect skin, with red hair that should have been out of place but wasn’t. And she was so sweet, too. She stood up for me – all the “nerds” really. She was one of the only people to treat me like I was human.

“Oh, Rachael. Not you too, please. Not you too.”

She – it cocked its head and looked at me with that same look of concern as when she – the real Rachael – found me crying in the auditorium after mid-terms. “What’s the matter, Eddie?”

I couldn’t speak. Just say again, “Not you too.”

It came over to me, and I couldn’t hear the gears or the motors. Must have been a newer model. Its gold-brown eyes were just as beautiful as I remembered them – more, even. It touched my shoulder and I jumped, nearly knocking everything off the picnic table. My hand reached out to catch myself before I fell.

“Eddie, I know family can be stressful, but this isn’t like you.” It smiled and raised an eyebrow (!) as it did so. “No, I take it back – this is exactly like you.” Even her laugh. It was so like her, so damn close. Closer than any other model I’d seen. It looked at me, and I hated her and I loved her all at once and this thing was here and she wasn’t and I hated myself for doing nothing.

My hand touched something, and I grabbed it without looking. It tried reaching out to me again, and said my name, and I jammed the barbecue fork right into its chest.

The screaming confused me, they’re not supposed to scream. I had finally exposed one of them, what did they have to scream about? I had finally exposed myself – I should be the one screaming. And I was. And frankly, making their hydraulic fluid red was just a cruel joke. I hit her again, and I could hear the scrape of stainless steel against whatever it was their skeletons were made of. I managed to get in one more before they fell on me. Their game was up, their disguises unmasked.

I howled as they tried to pull me away, and I tried to get as many as I could with the fork. I think I got “cousin Scott” in the eye and “Aunt Patti” in the leg. Maybe “cousin Evan” too. I would have gotten more, but they were strong. Of course they were strong, why wouldn’t they be? It’s their natural – HA! – advantage.

They bore me to the ground and wrenched the fork from my hand. They were saying something, but it mystery have been in some kind of machine language, because I couldn’t understand a word of it. They had me pinned, and I yelled and I laughed and I cried as the siren of their murder machine grew closer and closer. I turned my head. One of them was attempting repairs on “Rachael.” I’m sure she’ll be up and running again in no time.

“Uncle Kevin” had his face in mine, shouting in that indecipherable language of theirs. I couldn’t understand, but I knew what it was. I declaration of victory. A promise of punishment yet to come.

I had lost. They were going to assimilate me too.

I had won. They couldn’t take me without a fight.