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Brittany Taylor and her friends Andrea Hecuba, Donna Bolton and the newest one, Daria Morgendorffer, organise a party at her house when her parents go away for the weekend.

fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14471868/2/Brittany

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66577342

15th
1 Kings 18:18 - 24
Malachi 4

1 Timothy 6:6 - 10

The love of money can lead to compromise and self-sufficiency, leaving God out of the picture.

Israel was on a trade route and an exporter of food. (So, Elijah's prophecy of a drought wasn't welcome!)

Jezbel - a Sidonian princess Ahab had married out of political convenience.

Malachi 4
vs 5 John the Baptist

Our wealth is for blessing others.

Luke 3:8 - 11

Baptism as a Jewish tradition for conversion.

John wanted people to be ready for Jesus.

There is always a temptation to be distracted by the wealth.

SpiderGirl re-entered the theater area and saw that it was still full of the green mist, she saw Peterson nearby, as well as three young men, including Trent, talking to her.


“I tried going in there,” Trent said. “But it was disorienting.”

“He clearly rigged this,” Peterson said. “But your sister could be gone by now.”

“I’ll find her,” SpiderGirl said as she came over. “They can’t have gone far, even if they’re in the drains.”

“Quickly,” Peterson said.

SpiderGirl nodded and dashed off.


“We may need to interrupt the power,” Dafoanairi said. “But the power box is out the back. It will take a while to either go around the block or over the building.”

“The latter can be quick,” the Enigma said.

“Or we could try the basement,” Dafoanairi said. “There are two entrances, but there’s a lot of props down there.”

“Lead the way.”


Backstage, SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon met up. “What’s the situation?” the latter asked.

“There’s an illusion of green mist in there, like at the bridge,” SpiderGirl answered. “And Jane has already been abducted, but he could still be here or nearby.”

“Then we have to get out there and make sure he doesn’t enter the drains again.”

“Got it.”

They then ran out back.


The emerged from the Historia and looked around the parking lot quickly. The found a manhole. “It doesn’t look like it has been used,” SpiderGirl said.

“Probably one on the street,” Ninja Talon suggested.

SpiderGirl nodded and shot a web to the roof of the theatre. “Let’s go.”


Shortly after SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon had swung away, the Enigma and Dafoanairi emerged from one of the back doors. “It’s over here,” Dafoanairi said. She then went over and opened the power box.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m going to turn it off and then off again. That should stop the illusions.”

“Should?” the Enigma asked.

“It might not, but we have to try. When I turn it back on, we’ll rush back in.”

“Ready.”

Dafoanairi then switched off the power.


SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon swung down in front of the Historia and looked around. “There it is!” Ninja Talon said.

They ran to the spot and saw that the manhole cover had been displaced. “Right!” SpiderGirl said.

“Right after you,” Ninja Talon said. They then went down into the stormwater system.

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Reflections A
Quinn awoke and opened her eyes. She took in the sight of the Lane’s guest room as she got out of the bed. ‘It’s not as messy as I thought it was,’ she thought. As she changed into her usual outfit, she remembered the night before. Talking to Jane and Trent with her eyes closed. She smiled, talking to them had helped her deal with the emotions from what her frenemies did. For that was what they were, frenemies. ‘But what to do about that?’ That was another thing she had to figure out. She decided to talk to Daria when she got home.


Jane entered the kitchen and saw Quinn eating breakfast, and that her eyes were open. “Good Morning.”

“Morning, Jane.”

“I see you are… seeing.”

“I guess I just needed to sleep on it,” Quinn responded. “But last night was interesting.”

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

“Anyway, I’ll look at the picture when I have finished eating.”

“Of course,” Jane responded.


Jane brought the painting down to the kitchen. “Here, all your poured out emotion.”

“Thanks,” Quinn said. She looked at the painting closely. “Blue base. Then green,” she said.

“It’s good that you started out like that.”

“Yes, given that the red represents Sandi and Tiffany.”

“You want to talk more about that?” Jane asked.
Quinn took the painting. “Not at the moment, except to say that I’m still angry at them.”

“I’m here if you want to.”

Quinn gave a smile. “Thanks. Orange for Stacy.”

“So…”

“It was creepy.”

“You said she was copying you?” Jane asked.

“She wanted to dye her hair the same color.”

“But there was more than that, wasn’t there?”

Quinn nodded. “She was also dressed the same. It was then that I ran off.”

“And then came here.”

“That’s right.”

“Then…” Jane prompted.

“Yellow for the calm after I got here, and I started to think on things.”

“You certainly seemed to calm down.”

Quinn smiled. She then added. “And purple swirls, for flair. They certainly do add flair.”

Jane stepped closer. “I think they say, ‘Quinn Morgendorffer is dealing with something in a new way’.”

“You think so?”

“From the way you talked to us afterwards, I think so.”

Quinn thought about that. She wouldn’t have talked as openly with the frenemies, or Daria. “I guess so.” She looked at the clock. There was still some time left. ‘You wouldn’t have any unused sketch books I could doodle in?’

“Being creative already? That’s good. There should be something around here, even if I don’t,” Jane responded with slight surprise.

Quinn nodded.


Jane soon found a sketch book that had slipped behind the couch. It looked like she hadn’t used it. ‘Perfect for Quinn to use,’ she thought.

“Thanks, Jane,” Quinn said as she opened the sketch book

Jane watched as Quinn sketched some abstract shapes.

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