As if to uphold a postmodern tradition of children and young adults of yore, and even in the current day, Anya was up and early on that Saturday morning, as she tried to be. Something of a woman-child, as she was called by her friends before in the nicest of ways, Anastasia had made it a ritual over the last year to get up at the crack of dawn on Saturdays. Even with her lethargy on days off, due to both her cat-like personality as well as her depression, she knew she wouldn't always be able to sleep in on the weekends with her new occupation as a Crusader-to-be.
Hence there she was in the rec room, dressed up in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that was too sizes too big, armed with the remote, a trio of granola bars and a nice tall glass of OJ. Finding a nice comfy spot in front of a television, she hooked up her small DVD player to the A/V jacks. Sitting not too far on the couch were some of her prized possessions: DVD collection discs of cartoons from the 80's and 90's. This Saturday? She felt the need to start off with some DuckTales, then maybe build up to some Chip n' Dale Rescue Rangers; maybe she'd build up to a Gargoyles episode or two, if she could retain control over that particular telly long enough? Either way, she was more in a Disney mood that morning.
Having been accepted into the Crusaders as a rookie just recently -- only a little more than a week -- she had no reputation that she knew of. Maybe some caught wind of her sheepish personality as her current, human self? Maybe some caught wind of her other self, who she'd no doubt be assuming before long (probably by the time she got to Gargoyles episodes, if not sooner)? All she knew is, as far as she knew, she was being rather lionhearted in watching old cartoons, being an adult of twenty-three years. She expected mockery, but she felt that she'd be able to handle it. She didn't want a show of muscle if not necessarily, for the sake of her probationary status as well as not wanting to rough-house in the rec room.
And speaking of the rec room? It brought back good memories of her early teens, even during the days of her prejudice before and even after being able to return to her human shape. At her middle school she'd often duck away into a rec room after-hours, supervised by high schoolers with a good standing in both behavior and grades. Though obviously smaller than the recreational center she was in now, she still recalled those old days. Movies with popcorn played on Fridays, pizza on Wednesdays, a basketball arcade game, a foosball table, a ping-pong table... the days she stayed after school there made up for any bullying she'd receive as a mutant in middle school.
Not to mention, it was before he died. "Danny..." she lipped to herself as she inserted the DuckTales disc into the portable DVD player. She wondered if Danny would've liked a place like this. He'd been a regular at that old rec room. To her knowledge, it was still around when she'd graduated -- her grades and inhibitions in her last year kept her from being able to supervise the middle school's rec room.
She knew she shouldn't dwell on the past any further. Not wanting to break down on the spot, she steeled herself, turning on the player and setting it safely on the TV stand. Though he wasn't by any means a replacement for her beloved, far-gone friend, right now Anya knew she'd at least have Scrooge McDuck for company. Making her way back to the sofa and flipping the channel settings to reach the A/V 'channel', she set on a favorite of her's -- the first episode that Magica DeSpell appeared in. Opening a granola bar and taking a bite, she began her ritualistic cartoon quest with that iconic title theme...
Blue eyes peered into the bag of coffee beans. The fresh aroma filled the air and the man holding the bag took a deep breath. Now that a smell that never gets old, Brian Stone thought to himself. A smile crept across his face as he remember the time he was a young Lieutenant in the Air Force.
"Its all about the grind sir," the young air man that ran the training room told him, "Can't be too fine, can't be too coarse. This, sir, is a science." And by God's name wasn't the best damn coffee he ever had. First time he didn't need to add sugar or creamer.
Brian dumped a scoop or two in the grinder and twist the top in just the right motions... now honed by twenty years of barista experience. "Shit old Stone Hands here could probably get recruited by the power of his coffee making skills if I didn't have the gauntlet," he joked to himself using his old nickname. He got it getting into bar fights in college and them saying he had stones for hands.
Soon the pot was ready and Brian grabbed his mug to head to the rec room. They gave the old man some time off since his assignment was suppose to come out later today. However he stopped at the door to set his coffee down and move to his bed. Sliding the mattress was a large safe he requested that he was able to bring. It had the works... bio-metrics, pin code and a dial. All worth it for what was in side. May there be help from the one true god if anyone but Brian was in control of it.
Opening the safe, a bright white light poured from it. In a container in the bottom, sat a large diamond like stone pulsing with energy. Next to it, an old leather gauntlet with a similar stone set in the back of the hand. Sliding the now fully charged gauntlet onto his hand, Brian moved back to the door. However before he left, a white force of light reached to grab the pot and mug as he closed the door behind him.
Carrying the items on a flat disk of light, Stone entered the Rec room where someone was already watching tv. He couldn't help but smile to see the cartoons playing. When he was deployed they use to watch Disney movies and what not all the time to escape the reality that they were living in. Sinking into the couch across the way from the young woman, Anya was her name he believed, he asked, "So what we watching Ma'am?"
He set the pot of coffee and mug down on the table with the disk of light from his gauntlet and grabbed the pot with his real hand to pour it, "Its Anya right? You came in the same time I did. I think we did some in-processing things together."