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To beg a pardon and borrow a line,
I'm just writing this out to get the time
I can't find the proper voices
So it's time for me to try my choices.

If you don't know where to start, find the beginning. That's what people say when they're trying to pin down exactly when the shit hit the fan. I've got journals, and theories about where the story really started, and bits and pieces everywhere.

...though I guess if I have to start somewhere, I'd better start at where it all started for me, and fill in the gaps as I go, ans ask friends to help me along the way. It's gotten me this far...

from the Journal of Hat Trick, 2003, as per psychological review for Team Membership

Everything started, really started, a year and a half ago today. Being nineteen and newly minted into college and all of it's personal discovery against other people's discoveries drama was really all I thought I would happen. Actually that's a lie, and a fat one, the bit about all the drama. I hated spending even a minute thinking about my family drama then, and it's even less appealing now, like something you forgot behind the fridge.

I'd finished highschool late, following family drama, stress, and having to get myself declared an emancipated minor three years prior. This hadn't stopped my blood-uncle from trying to wring me out for everything grandma AND mom and dad had left for me, but I'd finally won the battle of getting back every single thing that'd been Grandma's.

No, I'm not going into detail now, the family drama stuff? I can't even..end of Hat Trick's writing, water stains present...new handwriting begins

I still think she's ducking out of this, but looking at the stuff she's got to write out, I really can't blame my friend for that reaction. I'm Guapo, and I've been her friend since she was 7 and I was 8 respectively, so about 14 years now.

The family drama, truncated version goes like this.

Laurel's Hat Trick's mom married a decent enough guy, middle child and the favored one of the bunch. Julius 'Leo'. His father eventually dies, leaving 'Leo' with the largest share of the inheritance $$$, for raising his family. Vigo, the eldest is not exactly happy about this, but doesn't actually try anything, and 'Libros', the youngest isn't much fased. Then at age five, while wee little girlygirly Hat Trick at at home with grandma, mom and dad die in car crash, Grandma is selected guardian. Except a year later, 'Vigo' gets courts to declare him Hat Trick's guardian, and Granma unfit. Vigo has 2 kids at this point, a boy 11, girl 3, and another on the way.

Hat Trick goes to live but Vigo is not a grand uncle. Actually that's being kinder than the fucker deserves. He verbally abused the shit out of her for 10 years, 17 if you count the numerous fucking court battles and cases. He lied to her, stole from her trust funds like they were his own private piggy 'fuck me' bank, and if my mom and his eldest son hadn't stopped him in getting to Granma's things, I think things would've gone a lot worse. Mom manuvered herself into being a legal guardian while Joey snuck the legal papers and witnesses right under his dad's nose. At age 16, Hat Trick got declared emancipated minor, and when she was 19, she finally got everything her grandmother had left to her, including the contents of her old house. Six goddamn years of legal battles too long....writing goes back to Hat Trick's writing

...so I was 19, on my way to becoming FINALLY my own person, not fucking defined by the goddamn shit of the past 13 years. It took the better part of a weekend to go through all of Grandma's things, but I kept what I wanted, an old bunk bed, grandma's momentos, and family things. Grandma was a fucking awesome woman, she raised mom all by herself and did her best by me. I wish I could've known her more. She could've explained the inheritance to me then.

Guapo, myself and two of his friends spent the day cleaning that apartment out. he got out most of the big stuff, and took what I wasn't going to use immediately to the storage his mom rented. I took the long way home with the smaller valuables inside of a rolling suitcase, so I could sort out things by myself. Among the things i'd brought home were Grandma's good jewelry and several boxes of momentos. I was going to spend the evening getting drunk (guapo'd left cider for me) and crying. Neither of these things happened, as it turned out. Grandma's antique puzzle box was an old magic thing she'd made. Origionally as a spite gesture to ol' Granpa.

It was an old fancy box, with a fancy puzzle combination lock made out of metal and tiny, tiny stones. That should've tipped me off, but i was young and dumb and my experiences with magic at this point had been exposure to Sailor Moon, Card Captor Sakura and a fading fangirling for Princess Amazing. Crushed hope as a kid'd taught me long ago that I wasn't pretty, lovely, or blonde enough to get involved in any sort of magic that would've helped me out. I'm not bitter anymore about it, really.

Solving the puzzle caused a needle to spin out from the lock, and I cursed a blue streak at having that happen so suddenly, I went right to the sink to wash up. I was busy washing the cut and muttering about poisoned needles that I didn't notice the fancy box itself pulling a goddamn poltergeist inside of the apartment I shared with Guapo at that point. not at first, because when a box starts jumping and rattling around inside of an apartment your first though isn't magic it's "OH SHIT WHO BROKE IN". Soon followed by warily peering over the couch to see said box jumping around, spinning and most of all glowing and sparking.

At seeing that, I promptly dove back behind the couch and under a table, waiting for the resulting boom. While I did that, the lid shot open, and in a flood of noise and color 25 little balls of light shot right out in a column. Through three floors and right out into the sky without leaving so much as a single mark on ANYTHING, which led me to think it'd all been a chemical induced JOKE of some kind. See, when I got the guts to look at the box and pick it up again, a little panel hidden in the bottom clacked open and a piece of paper fell out. It was Grandma's break-up letter to Grandpa.

"Here, you can go fix this yourself, enjoy hunting around for everything again." Written on old hotel paper, with handwriting I knew was Grandma.

I did what any over-tired, over-done, supposedly drugged up, and emotionally exhausted person would do at that point.

I said 'fuck this noise' and went to bed, taking the box, which just had one little sad looking lump stuck into the velvet bands inside. Retrospect fixes nothing here, anyways, because what happened next is part Hauki's fault, and part my own.

....and that's what I got so far. This story has been around with me a while and i'm still trying to work out how to tell Hat Trick's story... I wanted to do it as a comic, and I still do...but I need to nail down what all happens...maybe I could write this as a novel at some point (insert the laughter here if you've got it, I'm really expecting some at this point)

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