Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ Diplo's Love...Quadrilateral? ❯ Working HARD ( Chapter 3 )

When the foursome caught up with Lieber, he was standing outside of a deserted workshop, cutely skimming the inside like a curious kitten. “Lieber, what are you doing?” Melanee asked him, thinking that the building was a home.

 

He turned his attention to the group for only a brief moment before returning to his adorable examining with his shifting head. “The door was wide open,” he explained to everyone, “I was just looking around.”

 

“What if someone's moving in or something?” she reprimanded, “You don't just peek around someone's new home!”

 

If Lieber had cat ears, they would've drooped. “But… nobody's here…”

 

“I AM here!” came a bitchy female voice from the floor behind the counter. A hand shot up for the group to see and waved at them. “I'm kinda stuck down here, but I'll be with you in a minute!”

 

“What's the matter?” Shimmer asked, pushing Lieber aside.

 

“Well, y'see…” the girl started. Melanee walked around the counter and found the problem: a cute but too-thin girl with dirty-blond pigtails was stuck to the floor—face-down—with… jelly? “My name's Welch Vineyard,” the girl growled, trying to get up, “The last person who came into this workshop was using the kitchen, and they didn't clean up too well. I tried to clean things up, but I slipped on melted cheese and fell into his failed project, a Sticky PB-&-J. Now, I can't pull myself off of it, and it's stuck to the floor!”

 

“What if we all freeze the jelly?” asked Marietta, “Then, we can crush the ice and get you out.”

 

Welch sighed with relief. “If you could do that, I'd be so grateful,” she giggled, feeling stupid.

 

Marietta over glanced at Melanee, who gave him the “Okay” nod. Marietta signaled Shimmer to follow her around the counter. Marietta punched in the commands for iceTunes and pulled the generator trigger, while Melanee raised her bracelet hand, and Shimmer made an “X” with her fans, both Symbologists prepping for symbol invocations. Faylight chanted, and Solunstelle sounded off to the beat of the song that she was listening to while traveling into town: “Iota-Sigma-Epsilon, Nu-Epsilon-Epsilon-Delta-Lambda-Epsilon-Sigma! Ice Needles!” At the same time, Marietta flung her chilling jams at the jam. The symbols added to the strength of iceTunes, thus solidifying the jelly in cold.

 

“Wait! Uhhh-h-how are you going to get me out!?” Welch's question was answered by a move from the dancer.

 

“Dynamic Stomp!” Shimmer lifted her right foot, along with her arms, and then shot them at the floor, causing a tremor with the expelled force. The tremor loosened up the ground beneath the ice until the frozen jelly cracked, setting the trapped girl free.

 

Welch pushed herself up and dusted herself off with her hand-wand. She cleared her throat. “Welcome to the Peterny Workshop!” she properly greeted, bowing her thanks to the girls who'd freed her, “This is a place for aspiring inventors. Would some of those be you?”

 

Everyone exchanged glances with each other. “Um… We really just want to know where we can buy parts for a spaceship,” Melanee corrected the girl.