Aug. 17th, 2004
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Aug. 17th, 2004 03:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kabelecedI should so be sleeping right now, but I wanted to say YAY again to Despair, because she poked Regulus in the exact right place to make him almost fracture.
*applauds*
*applauds*
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Aug. 17th, 2004 12:20 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
neosso-irrado.livejournal.comJust letting you all know that I'm not going to be around that much for the next three weeks, as my dad is home on hols and doesn't like me being online. So, I won't be on as much as I have been, though I know that isn't a lot...
Anyway. Very sorry about this.
Anyway. Very sorry about this.
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Aug. 17th, 2004 12:20 pmmogget_catSorry to anyone whose character is planning revenge on Mogget. He will not be in for a while due to his mun leaving to continue her illustrious career as a student. Mogget should be back in less than a week, however, so revenges can go as planned, if a bit delayed.
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Aug. 17th, 2004 12:56 pmlathspell-named.livejournal.comRaph and Fleur?
You break my heart.
<3
You break my heart.
<3
Meta-meta-meta...
Aug. 17th, 2004 02:51 pmtoddbaby.livejournal.comI'm not really the summarizing type, but I love meta-ness, so here you go. My first threadzilla summary. Let's see how it turns out.
Todd's at the bar after his girlfriend, George, ran off for a job that Todd still knows nothing about. He's looking kinda pouty and eating granola bars. Bernard, bartender on deck that night, shows up and asks him if he wants anything. He asks for a Coke, hoping he won't get a lot of white powder again. Bernard asks him what's wrong with pouty boi, but Todd cheerfully deflects, causing Bernard to doubt his sincerity (by comparing him to the Ken doll). Todd is confused by the reaction, so Bernard explains, prompting frustration and eventual mega-sarcasm from Todd, who is then approached by Dionysus about his missing flask. Todd's his Scoutly best, offering the god to help him look for it, but he's turned down.
Meanwhile, in the soon-to-be-Meta part of the thread, Eddie Dean wonders about the quality of the bar's 'hearing', perhaps sensing Todd's paranoia about getting stuck with baggies of white powder. Todd says it seems to depend on the bar's mood. He's also beginning to sense that this guy seems familiar, somehow, like maybe he's dreamt about him. He asks Eddie why he's here, and Eddie says he's on a long journey. Todd says he thinks this place is a dream, and presses to know more about Eddie. Eddie says he's searching for something dangerous, which to Todd, like snakes, makes Eddie have sudden cool potential in his eyes. Then Eddie explains that it's a tower, "center of the universe and anything else dramatic you can imagine." Todd is once again struck by a feeling of intuitive knowing, and is so fascinated that is answer is "Wow," which Eddie remarks is the first time he's ever gotten that reaction.
Todd asks more questions, and Eddie goes onto tell him about The Crimson King (which Todd thinks sounds like the title of a Rush album or something) and his opinions on Milliways, as well as asking about his companions. When he mentions Roland, Todd feels inspired to quote a certain poem he'd read in English class that year. Eddie says the fateful words, "Yeah, I guess that was King's inspiration," causing Todd to nearly snort soda out his nose. Eddie explains that King's an author who has made the Dark Tower crew his story.
Todd, now feeling like he's really onto something, asks more and more questions. He's blown away by the fact that Eddie has met him. Asking what it was like, Eddie describes him in such a way to make Todd refer to him later as "a drunk and a loser." He starts asking how Eddie got there in the first place, who says that it's all about doors, and is appropriately snarky when Todd asks how the doors work.
But Todd, who likes asking questions, presses on. He says he's really like to find one of these doors, since he's such a big fan, but Eddie is skeptical that it could be done in his world. Todd replies that he must be at Milliways because he's special somehow, but Eddie's still uncertain as to how they'd find the right door. Todd asks if he'll be making more trips, and Eddie says that if he does, it will be back to his Ka-tet and the Tower. He says that he'll know in his gut if someone's destined to come with them - then tells the jittery Todd that same personal gut feeling suspects that there's a reason for Todd's interest he isn't telling.
Todd manages to be avoidant for just about forever, insisting that he's just a fan who finds King very interesting. Eventually Todd starts in on the questions again, asking Eddie if King is his creator, and how much of what he writes winds up being true to life. Todd is dumbstruck for awhile as he listens, prompting Eddie to bring up that gut feeling again that there's more to Todd's question than he's asking. Todd asks, uncharacteristically, how much he can trust Eddie. Eddie says that if he has terrible secrets to hide, that's his own business, privately freaking Todd out a bit until Eddie admits it's a joke. Ha ha, very funny.
Todd insists that not everything Mr. King writes must be true, if he was a drunk and a loser. Then he admits that maybe this guy happened to have written a book about him, too. He lies about King's existence in his own world, and insists that most of what's in the book isn't true. Eddie thinks that's probably a good thing, given that King's a horror author, and Todd's player steals a King phrase to describe Todd, who wants to meet his author and ask why he wrote so many lies about him. Eddie is pretty non-committal about helping him, so he tries to make a deal and amazingly, Eddie complies, getting Todd ridiculously excited. Eddie says it's not his fault if it doesn't work, and they shake on it. Todd thanks him, asking if he needs to bring 'that Childe Roland guy' next time. They conclude their business, and Eddie mentally compares Todd to Jake before the golden boy gleefully skips off.
Then there was a whole 'nother thread with Thom, which was also interesting, but not related, and this has gotten long enough. Sorry if the 'summary' ended up a bit rambly, but like I said - it's my first. All hail the Meta action!
Todd's at the bar after his girlfriend, George, ran off for a job that Todd still knows nothing about. He's looking kinda pouty and eating granola bars. Bernard, bartender on deck that night, shows up and asks him if he wants anything. He asks for a Coke, hoping he won't get a lot of white powder again. Bernard asks him what's wrong with pouty boi, but Todd cheerfully deflects, causing Bernard to doubt his sincerity (by comparing him to the Ken doll). Todd is confused by the reaction, so Bernard explains, prompting frustration and eventual mega-sarcasm from Todd, who is then approached by Dionysus about his missing flask. Todd's his Scoutly best, offering the god to help him look for it, but he's turned down.
Meanwhile, in the soon-to-be-Meta part of the thread, Eddie Dean wonders about the quality of the bar's 'hearing', perhaps sensing Todd's paranoia about getting stuck with baggies of white powder. Todd says it seems to depend on the bar's mood. He's also beginning to sense that this guy seems familiar, somehow, like maybe he's dreamt about him. He asks Eddie why he's here, and Eddie says he's on a long journey. Todd says he thinks this place is a dream, and presses to know more about Eddie. Eddie says he's searching for something dangerous, which to Todd, like snakes, makes Eddie have sudden cool potential in his eyes. Then Eddie explains that it's a tower, "center of the universe and anything else dramatic you can imagine." Todd is once again struck by a feeling of intuitive knowing, and is so fascinated that is answer is "Wow," which Eddie remarks is the first time he's ever gotten that reaction.
Todd asks more questions, and Eddie goes onto tell him about The Crimson King (which Todd thinks sounds like the title of a Rush album or something) and his opinions on Milliways, as well as asking about his companions. When he mentions Roland, Todd feels inspired to quote a certain poem he'd read in English class that year. Eddie says the fateful words, "Yeah, I guess that was King's inspiration," causing Todd to nearly snort soda out his nose. Eddie explains that King's an author who has made the Dark Tower crew his story.
Todd, now feeling like he's really onto something, asks more and more questions. He's blown away by the fact that Eddie has met him. Asking what it was like, Eddie describes him in such a way to make Todd refer to him later as "a drunk and a loser." He starts asking how Eddie got there in the first place, who says that it's all about doors, and is appropriately snarky when Todd asks how the doors work.
But Todd, who likes asking questions, presses on. He says he's really like to find one of these doors, since he's such a big fan, but Eddie is skeptical that it could be done in his world. Todd replies that he must be at Milliways because he's special somehow, but Eddie's still uncertain as to how they'd find the right door. Todd asks if he'll be making more trips, and Eddie says that if he does, it will be back to his Ka-tet and the Tower. He says that he'll know in his gut if someone's destined to come with them - then tells the jittery Todd that same personal gut feeling suspects that there's a reason for Todd's interest he isn't telling.
Todd manages to be avoidant for just about forever, insisting that he's just a fan who finds King very interesting. Eventually Todd starts in on the questions again, asking Eddie if King is his creator, and how much of what he writes winds up being true to life. Todd is dumbstruck for awhile as he listens, prompting Eddie to bring up that gut feeling again that there's more to Todd's question than he's asking. Todd asks, uncharacteristically, how much he can trust Eddie. Eddie says that if he has terrible secrets to hide, that's his own business, privately freaking Todd out a bit until Eddie admits it's a joke. Ha ha, very funny.
Todd insists that not everything Mr. King writes must be true, if he was a drunk and a loser. Then he admits that maybe this guy happened to have written a book about him, too. He lies about King's existence in his own world, and insists that most of what's in the book isn't true. Eddie thinks that's probably a good thing, given that King's a horror author, and Todd's player steals a King phrase to describe Todd, who wants to meet his author and ask why he wrote so many lies about him. Eddie is pretty non-committal about helping him, so he tries to make a deal and amazingly, Eddie complies, getting Todd ridiculously excited. Eddie says it's not his fault if it doesn't work, and they shake on it. Todd thanks him, asking if he needs to bring 'that Childe Roland guy' next time. They conclude their business, and Eddie mentally compares Todd to Jake before the golden boy gleefully skips off.
Then there was a whole 'nother thread with Thom, which was also interesting, but not related, and this has gotten long enough. Sorry if the 'summary' ended up a bit rambly, but like I said - it's my first. All hail the Meta action!
The Accidental Threadzilla
Aug. 17th, 2004 05:20 pmindy-go.livejournal.comWell. Tonks' recent threads have been pretty much the most random things out there. Last night...the randomness exploded.
Holden is first on deck, offering Tonks a drink and telling her about his run-in with the "frog-person" (Gollum), which resulted in a couple of nasty gashes on his cheek. Tonks heals him (which involves physical contact), and Holden implodes. He then accidentally mentions Aziraphale, which puts Tonks right back into her deep blue funk. Holden, however, is very sweet, literally.
Crichton arrives, eager to know whether Tonks has talked to Dumbledore about using the pensieve. They make plans to experiment with it, and discuss cross-cultural experiences.
Tom arrives, with snake, followed closely by James. James brings the good news that Mogget has provided a cure for Sirius' blindness, and happiness abounds. But then Tom and James start to introduce one another, and things really start to get interesting. Tonks tries to explain, and James is ridiculously forgiving. All is right with the world.
And then...Cara arrives.
James is demonstrative, and Tonks is shocked. Tom has to leave, but first kindly makes sure that Tonks is okay. She assures him that she will be, and he goes.
Meanwhile, James tells it like it is, and poor Cara is wildly uncomfortable. Tonks, though, is quick to assure Cara that she doesn't hold anything against her -- it's just a bit much to absorb, all at once. James tries again to reason with Tonks, but she's concerned how Harry would react. James thinks Harry is made of stronger stuff than that, and assures a still-uncertain Cara that he doesn't want her to go. Tonks gets a little pissed at James' inability to grasp her concerns. James gets shirty, too, and all is very tense. Tonks breaks down, unable to bear the thought of fighting with James. He, too, backpedals. They reach a tentative peace, and Tonks leaves. James and Cara re-commit, very sweetly, and leave.
Gah. Such an emotionally draining thread. But laurels to all involved, especially James-mun and Cara-mun. Tonks is not going to keeeel you, I promise. *hugs*
Apologies for any gaps in this summary -- it's taken far too long already, and I just wanna post the damn thing. :)
Holden is first on deck, offering Tonks a drink and telling her about his run-in with the "frog-person" (Gollum), which resulted in a couple of nasty gashes on his cheek. Tonks heals him (which involves physical contact), and Holden implodes. He then accidentally mentions Aziraphale, which puts Tonks right back into her deep blue funk. Holden, however, is very sweet, literally.
Crichton arrives, eager to know whether Tonks has talked to Dumbledore about using the pensieve. They make plans to experiment with it, and discuss cross-cultural experiences.
Tom arrives, with snake, followed closely by James. James brings the good news that Mogget has provided a cure for Sirius' blindness, and happiness abounds. But then Tom and James start to introduce one another, and things really start to get interesting. Tonks tries to explain, and James is ridiculously forgiving. All is right with the world.
And then...Cara arrives.
James is demonstrative, and Tonks is shocked. Tom has to leave, but first kindly makes sure that Tonks is okay. She assures him that she will be, and he goes.
Meanwhile, James tells it like it is, and poor Cara is wildly uncomfortable. Tonks, though, is quick to assure Cara that she doesn't hold anything against her -- it's just a bit much to absorb, all at once. James tries again to reason with Tonks, but she's concerned how Harry would react. James thinks Harry is made of stronger stuff than that, and assures a still-uncertain Cara that he doesn't want her to go. Tonks gets a little pissed at James' inability to grasp her concerns. James gets shirty, too, and all is very tense. Tonks breaks down, unable to bear the thought of fighting with James. He, too, backpedals. They reach a tentative peace, and Tonks leaves. James and Cara re-commit, very sweetly, and leave.
Gah. Such an emotionally draining thread. But laurels to all involved, especially James-mun and Cara-mun. Tonks is not going to keeeel you, I promise. *hugs*
Apologies for any gaps in this summary -- it's taken far too long already, and I just wanna post the damn thing. :)
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dredpiratejenny's gorgeous fic has given me the seeds of a fic involving Rumi's poetry, and so I've been reading through it to find a good one to work into an A/C story.And, ye gods, it's all perfect.
Jalaluddin Rumi was a 13th century Anatolian poet, a Sufi (i.e. Muslim mystic) who wrote ecstatic verses about love, God, separation from the beloved (who is also God), and the omnipresence of God and love. I give you excerpts from the very first poem I read today:
( We Can See the Truth in Your Eyes )
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Aug. 17th, 2004 07:22 pmlord-of-dreams.livejournal.comI am home now.
Dream is not.
The absofreakinglutly amazing Peter, Will, Moiraine, and Liz muns are about half-way done with The Plot With A Life Of Its Own.
The summary is currently 2 pages long, with 38 links spanning about nine threads. When its done I will post it behind an LJ cut.
But, guys? Read what they've done when you can. These people are so good its scary.
I am in awe. Total awe.
Dream is not.
The absofreakinglutly amazing Peter, Will, Moiraine, and Liz muns are about half-way done with The Plot With A Life Of Its Own.
The summary is currently 2 pages long, with 38 links spanning about nine threads. When its done I will post it behind an LJ cut.
But, guys? Read what they've done when you can. These people are so good its scary.
I am in awe. Total awe.
Just call him a pear
Aug. 17th, 2004 08:17 pmlast_adamNot really, but I didn't have a more interesting title. Adam was hanging out in the bar last night. Thom comes over, and Adam is all prickly but is amused by Thom's formality and lets him sit down. They are joined by Cara, to whom Adam is also prickly, and Cara is smart and leaves. Thom's player and Adam's player discuss their characters' emotional immaturity, and debate building a castle out back and hanging a "no girls allowed" sign. Adam likes horses and swords, which disturb Thom. He questions Thom about how he was treated, and gets a bit creepy.
Paul is still shy after their argument the other night, but Adam produces a peace offering. A cat shows up, after the peace offering, and both Paul and Adam are prickly. Steerpike joins them, and Adam is downright cold, while Paul is just downright strange.
Meanwhile, Adam is, for once, not plotting, and Paul is upset but Adam's tired. Paul is confused by this notion of rest, and wants some of Adam's nonexistant hot chocolate.
Things are misunderstood, and then misunderstood some more. Adam calms down, and they talk about dreams.
Having realized that Paul doesn't sleep, takes it upon himself to try and get him to rest outside of the tank. Paul is afraid, though, and not willing to risk it. Adam points out that it's not just sleep that brings danger, and promises that he'd watch over Paul. Paul is uncertain, but Adam promises. Paul tries to get out of it again, but Adam isn't having any of that. Adam is creepily sweet, and Paul is creepily woobie-like, and they head upstairs, where Adam continues to be creepy.
THE END.
Paul is still shy after their argument the other night, but Adam produces a peace offering. A cat shows up, after the peace offering, and both Paul and Adam are prickly. Steerpike joins them, and Adam is downright cold, while Paul is just downright strange.
Meanwhile, Adam is, for once, not plotting, and Paul is upset but Adam's tired. Paul is confused by this notion of rest, and wants some of Adam's nonexistant hot chocolate.
Things are misunderstood, and then misunderstood some more. Adam calms down, and they talk about dreams.
Having realized that Paul doesn't sleep, takes it upon himself to try and get him to rest outside of the tank. Paul is afraid, though, and not willing to risk it. Adam points out that it's not just sleep that brings danger, and promises that he'd watch over Paul. Paul is uncertain, but Adam promises. Paul tries to get out of it again, but Adam isn't having any of that. Adam is creepily sweet, and Paul is creepily woobie-like, and they head upstairs, where Adam continues to be creepy.
THE END.
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Aug. 17th, 2004 09:30 pmkassandraloxias.livejournal.comFirst off:
SOB.
Secondly, as an academic at heart, I cannot take credit for Kassandra's lullabies. The texts are not hers, though the translations are her mun's. They are Yiddish cradle standards: she's sung him from Yankele, Sheyn Vi Di Levone and Di Goldene Pave, so far, and if he requires more, we're going to hit Rozhinkes, Mandeln and Shtiler, Shtiler. Just, you know, can't take credit. And thought some poetry/academie geeks would want to know.
SOB.
Secondly, as an academic at heart, I cannot take credit for Kassandra's lullabies. The texts are not hers, though the translations are her mun's. They are Yiddish cradle standards: she's sung him from Yankele, Sheyn Vi Di Levone and Di Goldene Pave, so far, and if he requires more, we're going to hit Rozhinkes, Mandeln and Shtiler, Shtiler. Just, you know, can't take credit. And thought some poetry/academie geeks would want to know.
Stuff occurs to me
Aug. 17th, 2004 09:43 pmjcrichton.livejournal.comI was wondering how many people in this game live in the immediate NYC area (I know of at least three including myself). If we have some relatively large number, anyone interested in having what I'm suddenly going to call a MilliMeet? *grin*
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Aug. 17th, 2004 10:10 pmindy-go.livejournal.comI'm sorry...someone new, I think, just pinged me on AIM, and I was typing so you got deleted before I could see who it was and respond.
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