Who: Ivy Szczepanski and OPEN When: May 21, 2049 Where: Pyreal and Pero Bookstore Summary: Ivy goes looking (a bit naively) for some Fruitful Law-related texts, but mostly finds frustration. Rating: PG?
Half a year into this Fruitful Law bullshit, and Ivy was still free as a bird--but afraid of the cage that seemed destined to descend around her sooner rather than later. With nine years of baby-making possibility (the possibility of which made her want to vomit, less due to the babies and more, the making of them) ahead of her...well, if she was the government, she'd target the youngest citizens first, have them start having children and hope for four or five before their fertility ran out. Of course, under the Szczepanski government, it would be a voluntary situation (or at least contain artificial insemination options for the less heterosexually inclined).
Since she wasn't in charge of any government, though, Ivy was starting to suspect she needed a better background on the law now threatening to govern the most intimate aspect of her existence--and more importantly, an idea of how to get out of participating. She'd left Avi playing in the kitchen of her little apartment, held in by newly-purchased puppy gates, and headed off to the P&P for an education.
Unfortunately, getting there was the easy part of this little trip. While the bookstore's eccentric nature was nothing new to her (the bright colours and their arrangement appealed to her), finding suitable books on law and government was. The works seemed to be divided between simple to the point of condescending or filled with convoluted sentences that had nothing to do with what she wanted. And none of them provided the easy answers she desired.
It would figure that she couldn't find any books on Everything You Wanted To Know About Avoiding The Fruitful Law (But Were Afraid To Ask). Which, really, was all she wanted. A few simple steps, bada-bing, bada-boom, you're free to go ahead and give the government the finger and live your own life. The selection available was starting to piss Ivy off--Torts for Dummies? The Complete Works of John Locke? She was there for something manageable, especially since finals had just finished kicking her ass. This was normally a time of Popular Science and old, laughably bad Nicolas Cage movies for her. By rights, she should be chilling out.
"If I wanted to study law, I'd be pre-fucking-law," she muttered, a little louder than she'd meant to, and put back the latest tome she'd picked up (A History of Family Law, 1790 - 2020) with a more violent motion than was entirely necessary. Her breath came out in an annoyed puff. Maybe this wasn't the best starting place, but she'd hoped to find something; even a magazine article would have been better than nothing.