I want to write about tomorrow...

Oct. 20th, 2017 09:52 pm
wanderlustlover: (School: Atrocities - enriana)
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...and every compacted and impacted frustration I have with tomorrow, and all the frustrations that have led up to me wishing time would drag its feet and not bring me swiftly on the heels of my dreams to morning. All the words that have never been said, and never been needed, that have just swirled and swirling growing ever bigger behind my breast bone.

But. I am really tired. With compounds the frustration. As does needing enough sleep to get up early and do all of Miss Scarlett's costume and make perfectly, to then be basically on point, working for most of 12 hours tomorrow.

It'll keep. It's been keeping all of these months already.





And, minor plus, once it's kept still one day more, it will finally (finally) be done.





P.S. That great moment seconds later when you realize you'd forgotten you were supposed to pack in the morning an overnight bag, and a second costume, for your first Halloween Party of the season, plus the morning-after outfit which needs to by cosplay related for GGB Brunch, which is immediately followed by Rostelcom Party in your own house, that you'll only be driving between each to the next without coming home again.

Augh. More reason I need to go to sleep to get up so early and do all the things at dawn.
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[ Day I | Day II | Day III | Day IV | Day V ]

Day III - 20 Facts About Me

1. This year -- for the first time since I was 12 and received a horrible bowl cut that made me threaten to shave my head if anyone ever came near it again -- I got my hair cut. I'd done regular trims, but this was my first serious, and along with it I acquired a hair girl named Angela, whom I see about every 2-3 months.

2. I have two piercings on each of the lower lobes of my ears, the lower left of which is ripped longer than normal from a childhood bike accident. I entertain an exorbitent amount of jewelry and a lot of dangling earrings. In the times when I'm keeping my dresser neater, I use them all the time.

3. I have three tattoos. One on the outside of my right bicep: the symbol "愛" in Japanese Katakana, spoken as "Aishiteiru," or "Ai", meaning "to love," picked to match my name (Amanda/Of Love/Beloved). Two on the insides of my ankles: the right a treble clef with a heart in the middle and the left a quill pen amid writing.

4. My life used to be overflowing with religious/spiritual activity, and it’s gotten very stagnant, with nothing filling some egregious gaps that formed due to extenuatingly bad circumstances. I am in a year-long dedication to Throat Chakra (in eight years dedicated to the chakra’s, one per year). I keep the holidays, and have holiday altars, but I thirst for more lately.

5. At any given time I’m in the middle of 4-5 books (and always set myself the challenge of reading 100 books a year). I have a 40 minute drive to and from work usually running an audio book. I have the books I’m currently teaching in my AP III & IV English classes. I have a long, slow bed-table book. I have constantly filling advance readers from Netgalley & Library Thing, and newly backed publications from Kickstarter.

6. My vocabulary is deeply extensive already, to the point I throw around big words without any concerns already (and I do not audit for any audience of personage unless they are under ten), so understand the gravity of these words to come: I feel I'm re-learning vocabulary I have not used in nearly a decade in teaching AP. (Aside: I love it so much.)

7. I have lost a little sister, a parent, a grand parent, and a lover. Within these have fallen a natural passing, a ravaging disease, a willful self-suicide past rehabiliation, and manslaughter. I have lost two half decade plus best friends. I'm pragmatic prepared and realistic about my own survival in the face of the worst of grief and loss.

8. I believe in unconditional love and I have a terminal case of hope. Not optimism, but hope. I am a highly optimistic realist, but I am absolutely incapable of not hoping. Believing their is always a silver lining, a meaning to be found, lessons to be learned, a future path being warmed and prepared.

9. I love technology and I use a lot of it. Daily, I wear a Fitbit One, an Apple Watch 2, and an 6s IPhone. In my purse, I carry a Kindle PaperWhite. At home, I have a Mac Laptop, iPad 2, an AppleTv 2, Firestick, Instant Pot, and Vitamix. At work, Dell Computer, Apple Ipad, Elmo, Projector, and Laptop Cart. (I already have plans for my upgrades for iPhone X, Kindle Oasis, and AppleTv 4.) On all of these I have favorite amazing tech programs, as well, which I occasionally do favorite tech rec's.

10. I love lists and keep them everywhere, especially on notepads on my computer, on post-its notes of endless rainbow colors and shapes at my desk, and in the reminder app & notepad app of my iPhone. Without them I would forget so many things, including plans and promises, it's not even quantifiable.

11. I can't draw to save my life. Or even be granted a million dollars. It's hilarious. And sad. I am the person who can mess up stick figures. But I've mostly come to terms with it now. I once drew the picture replica of my hand, with a ring, in high school, but it was on the back of a state test booklet and I wasn't even allowed to keep it.

12. I love snow with the kind of unwavering love the moves mountains and meet money. I want to live somewhere it is negative 15 in the winter, and around 113 in the summer. So much that I experience seasonal crankiness/depressions in places where this isn't happening (such as when it's too warm to even be winter in Texas, or when it was too mild to truly ever be warm enough in the summer in Korea). I know it's not a very realistic to fill want, but it doesn't change it happening, or me loving those seasons as such.

13. I will off the top of my head when asked identify as Bisexual and Polyamorous, but it's actually a lot closer to say I'm Demi-Sexual/Pan-Sexual/Pan-Romantic than actually Bisexual. It's, also, a lot more unlikely I'll ever point out that I don't date, and won't re-date if there isn't a spark. I'm just unable to figure out dating if I'm not interested, and 90% of the time I'm not interested.

14. The flip side of the 10% though is that every single relationship in my life has been two years or longer (with only a one-girl friend caveat being below that). All of the people I've end up with pinged the interest scale so hard and so seriously that I ended up with them for a very long time. And I'm really actually okay with this system. I'd rather be with the serious-to-me people, than go through many who weren't.

15. It's not impossible for me to cry, but it is still really hard and extremely, snow in lower Texas, rare for it to happen anywhere near other people. I'm past the point where it's been years since I've cried finally, but it's still a rather low yearly number, because there are few things feel as useless, pointless, and personally messy as crying to me still. I can, when it happens, let it happen, but it still won't happen for very long. A few minutes. My logic remains strongly entrenched in the crying not actually accomplishing anything to solve the actual problem.

16. I have weak nails. I love to grow them, and tap them on things, but they will always bend, tear and break long before I have any chance to grow them extraordinarily long. I really love them painted, like really really love it, but I get really annoyed at how fast normal & gel peels off, as well as anything that ruins my actual nail by requiring someone to shave it down first.

17. My favorite forms of exercise are heavy weight lifting and swimming. I've been weight lifting for over two years now, originally with a trainer, now alone, and totally on pace with a 5x5 app. I've been swimming in a serious fashion since somewhere in the middle of this past spring, wherein I acquired all professional gear and started follow professional swims through Swim Pro, too.

18. I love music with the fire of a million suns. I think in lyrics a lot of times. I have several playlists dedicated to characters in the 300-600+ songs per playlist range (and anywhere between 1-7 playlists for any given character, with that many songs on them). I do the same with my own personal playlists and listening. I play music in my classroom all the time and my kids love that I cover the widest of unending varieties.

19. My current (and mostly long standing) vices of choice are everything/anything tea, dark chocolate (especially the Godiva Drinking Dark Chocolate at Christmas), Victoria Secret (...well, everything really; bras, underwear, sports wear, bath stuff, perfume, sleep wear), Bath & Body Works (shower gels for myself and sale lotions for my kids in the classroom), and most of all right now, any and all adorable Katsuki Yuri merchandise from Yuri!!! On Ice.

20. I have a life long thing for red-headed telepaths, apparently.

I fell in love with Ember (the not-yet-then Blood of Eleven Chiefs) at the age of about five. I fell in love with Jean Grey (of the cartoon tv shows and then the comics, later) at the tender age of nine. I fell in love with Lyta Alexander, somewhere right at the end of my teensish period, beginning of my live journal, around 17/18. I fell in love with Edward Cullen (after infecting myself with the whole 4-book series in less than 36 hours the weekend the fourth book came out, which was the week right after I finished writing my Master thesis) at 26.

Subject Index )

Translation? Fail!

Oct. 20th, 2017 09:20 pm
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There are... suddenly quite a lot of unintelligible languages in here.

Not that a universal translator, or for that matter the still-inexplicable, presumed translation field working on the bar and grounds, make this fact inaudible, but a certain amount of bleedthrough or confusion is one thing. This... seems to be entirely another.

Doesn't it just figure that today is the day Sariel both finds a working door in her quarters and leaves her communicator (and its embedded universal translator) behind when dimension-hopping? What? She was drying her hair, and the bar ambushed her on the way out of the bathroom.

Cue one thoroughly bewildered, bemused Starfleet ensign in civilian clothes standing at Bar, trying to pick familiar words out of the general - please forgive this one - Babel. Babble. Bunch of people talking. You know. Her tea's cooling, but hasn't yet gone cold.

((OOC: I had to get in on this before it ended. Sariel is fluent in English and Kweyol, Saint Lucia's French patois. the latter is if not mutually intelligible with, then at least reasonably intelligible with, other French Creole languages, though if someone speaks European or, say, Moroccan French or Quebecois, they'll likely have a harder time. The mun's got English and Spanish, so I'm not even going to try and do justice to Kweyol itself, but I'll indicate when/if there's a switch to it.))

Tiny confuzzled tag: Translation fail.
wanderlustlover: (Scene Maker - misty_creates)
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Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through

Translationfail: Long time no see...

Oct. 20th, 2017 10:17 pm
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"Well, if you can send that to me today, I should be able to get some notes back to you by lunchtime tomorrow..."

A ruffled black head pokes around the door.

"...Huh."

Sam ambles in, still wearing his usual scruffy black, and carefully shuts the door on the university behind him.

"This is - huh. This is definitely weird."

Not just because he hasn't found a door in a long time, but also because he's just realised he can't understand a lot of the chatter going on - and he hasn't been somewhere he can't speak the language in millennia.

He finds his old favourite spot at the bar to perch on, surveying the room, and lets the flow of languages wash around him as he hunts for a) his girlfriend, b) his best friend, and c) his cat.

Even if you aren't one of the above, you're welcome to come say hi.



[OOC: Sam speaks basically every language in Earth, Heaven and Hell. Please let me know if your pup's language sounds like or shares words with any of those.]

Translation Fail (or not)

Oct. 20th, 2017 10:26 am
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[oom: with friends like these… ]

Barry is parked at the end of the counter on a stool with his chin in his hand and an elbow resting on the wood bartop. Sitting in a slouch that's kind of favoring one side, his head is down and he's swiping through and reading news stories on his tablet.

One is about a failed armored car heist, another is about an apartment building fire. There are others about car chases, and interrupted robberies, small crimes and one or two large. Most of them are just normal news articles, facts and accounts, but a few mention a mysterious 'Red Streak'.

Barry flips through them at a sluggish pace, a quiet frown on.

He's not really looking for company right now, but unbeknownst to him when he asks Bar for a cup of coffee she produces two, one in front of him, and one sitting as an open invitation in the empty spot next to him.

A beat later and a pair of sugar cookies frosted like jack o' lanterns appear on small plates next to each cup.



[ooc: the translation field can be working or not in this post, as you chose! :D Barry and I can play it either way. Barry speaks English and textbook Spanish (meaning he took classes in school and learned it decently well enough, but it's been awhile and he's never actually used it to have any "real-world" conversations). Post open through the weekend.]

Friday DE: Z?

Oct. 20th, 2017 07:31 am
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So for the tail end of the Translation plot, let's pretend your pup has just been woken but they are barely awake, like maybe they're a third conscious. For some reason, they are not talking as they normally do; perhaps they have a weird accent or a stuck in a dream they'd been having where they were a horse and so can't word.

Or maybe they have a fever.

Either way, tell us about what they sound like!
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I think about starting this up, taking this up, having taken it up again, a lot the last few days. It's the go-to topic in my head that is not King Lear Act I, AP Multiple Choice Strategies, or Tropes & Schemes Poetry. I've turned over and over in my head this idea I've been trying to put into words, about the glaring hole of silence in my world, in my heart, in my head.

I think about talking about feeling relieved every time I've hit send, like this iota footprint of space has cleared out from my clogged to choking mind, never quite sure how to put it into words. My last post was the beginning of my 2017 version for 31 Days of Blogging (which I've actually been working on since this morning/last night, making sure all the links were updated right, and picking pictures during work today on the side), and I thought I'd glance at my number II from 2013.

Starting out, my options, were amusing, but then I hit twelve and felt my heart stutter.
12. I write a lot. A lot. And it's true that maybe there is only one person who sees it that on a daily basis, whether that's in a game or it's in iMessage. But it's there, and I really only massively worry about how my internal barometer is doing when I stop being able to see where the massive daily/weekly outpouring of my words is.
I used to talk about this a lot. The idea words (words, words) defined where my internal barometer truly was, and you could tell something was wrong if I was quiet and not writing. It wasn't ever not true. A number of words happening in my week. Anywhere. Everywhere. I'm not writing a lot anywhere. Discourse is at a minimum. There are band-aids, but not tributaries.

The idea this silence shapes the edges of my emptiness feels suddenly deafening tonight, in these words from a me who was only saying them four years ago, four very different years ago, especially when I think about the fact 90% of the noise in my weeks, currently, is children, who need me as a teacher and don't know me at all as a singular person...

I'm not entirely willing, or wanting, to stare at the whole of this dark shape in the eyes yet. But at least I can recognize its name in the mouth of my younger self, when I feel where the sore beat of my heart thumps furiously for a moment in the clear connection to what was once far more of itself.
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Day I - Introduction and recent photo

Hi, I'm Amanda, called Amanda, who is Amare, and is recognized sort of twitter/Tumblr/fanfic/etc internet over as Wanderlustlover. I'm really good at being willing to answer any question someone poses me about myself, or take part in any discussion volleyed over in my direction, but my introduction never seems to run short, because I never seem to consider the world in concision.

My first introduction people find is the one you'll find on my journal profile;

I am ink stains and music notes; reader, writer, singer, and muse. Loves the smell of old books; entertain that which aspires to a library. Cooks a soulful yuletide bread, a mean lobster and amazing ramen mix. I am worn pages and spinning atoms; philosopher, student, and rule breaker. I adore teachers, books, classes, and homework. This is my bliss. Respect it. Challenge it. Please.

I am snowdrops in spring; horseback riding, cheerleader, girl scout turned comic manager and college salesman, seventeen-year soprano turned writer and teacher. Champions those who would challenge fear to seek their hearts and dreams content, ever-changing daily. Thinks smoking should be banned, parents taught how to raise children, and children left alone to dream.

I am silent wish, whispered prayer; dragon-protected, water-touched, moon-child, unconditional love: Amare. Four things truest- dragons, blue, three and love. I am dried leaves and exotic scents; eclectic herbologist and oiliest, sometimes Diana dedicated, Pagan. Thinks God's a man, think God's a woman; think it's silly we're trying to assign trivial things like names and genders to the great creative force.

I am Taurus with Pisces rising and five houses in Sagittarius. I am spontaneous movement and grounded stability. I am the arrow that is going. My mind is always seeking, ten thousand things in ten thousand directions. My feet, filled wanderlust, traversing new places constantly. Dreams endless, each old invoking a new star to populate my sky.

I am hawthorn tree and staunch boar; stubborn, at times unyielding. Works self into the ground at regular intervals. Willing to give everything for others when needed and not needed. Place those around me above my self. I am INFP and one; sensitive dreamer, loyal and easily wounded. Sanity is continually dependent on my car, my computer and the bed of blue.

I am sleepless nights and lines of code; geek, gamer, web creator and fangirl. X-men spectator; fan by fanatic, all around comic enthusiast. Watcher of almost all sci-fi space shows; third generation Trekkie; shameless gamer. Lover of all stories of love. I am oddity and intensity; have worked with children, elderly, handicapped, retail, museums, and comic fanboys.

I am husky fragrance and flowing form; female of the species, mostly free-spirit tomboy to slowly charming woman. Still prefers bare feet to sandals, sandals to heels, but thongs to underwear and bath bombs to soap bars. Have outgrown tank tops and discovered scarves, elegant dresses, and girl-cut shirts. Secretly entranced with becoming a girl.

I am fire's ember and phoenix's flare; posses long fuse, explosive temper and hidden scars. Still learning how to cry. Starts more things than are finished. Lives in a constant state of inspiration, gratitude, and hunger. I am a water creature; a palette of deep browns, pale pinks, and deep blues. Needs forests and oceans, needs cities and cars.

I am ever woods and crumpled papers; faithful, honest, nervous and judgmental extroverted introvert. I am understanding and hypocritical. Loving and hoping beyond reason. Forgive everything, forget nothing. Think too much about my body; yet content with my weight. Believe that all forms of falling in love and making mistakes should be embraced.


My second one, aka The Massive and Informative One, you'll find as the top first entry of both my live journal (here) and my dream width (here), which is from many years, but was mostly recently updated today/yesterday.

It comes with when, where whats of I was born, where I'm living now and with who, and then a plethora of tiny overviews of important topics: Parents & Family, Spirituality & Religion, Education, Health & Body, Sexuality & Politics, Strong Passions, Fandoms & Fannish, Places to Find Me, and Filters You Can Opt In To and Out Of.

Another awesome introduction is My Mini-Gaming Intro Link. It was made in late 2015, during my foray into some new games while partaking of fandom/gaming community involvement on Plurk (but is updated often enough).

Some recent & relevant pictures  )



Subject Index )

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Oct. 19th, 2017 05:02 pm
dwellsinthedetails: (never give in)
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(OOM, early September:

you see yourself, you're sure you're a lamb to slaughter
so you take what was pure and muck it up


For the time being we're out of the realm of content warnings.)

[tiny tag: Yusuke Kitagawa]

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Oct. 19th, 2017 09:23 am
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 Today is not starting well and I am having trouble getting my feet under me. Hella late to work from first doing dishes which I was too tired to do last night and couldn't leave for the day since we're battling ants, and then I knocked over, and broke, a jar of garlic olive oil; which I then had to clean up. 

I kind of just want to fire the day, tbh, but it can only get better now, right?

Translation Fail Plot

Oct. 19th, 2017 08:24 am
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Well, that was interesting, in a boring way. It's been a few days now of sitting on his skiff over the lake--over a writhing mass of magically-summoned fish and not-really-fish-at-all--but now the spell seems to be starting to wear off. The water below looks calmer, Loki hasn't had to throw any lampreys back into the water in a few hours, and the crowd of hungry shrieking seagulls that arrived on the second day is starting to thin out.

And the squid seem to have lost interest.

Which is nice. Because they've been grabbing his skiff every time he's tried to fly away from the situation, but now he's able to steer for shore, hop down to land, and make his way to the bar. (Because he's not a complete asshole (well he is, but whatever), Loki leaves the skiff far enough out over the water that the obsessed fish aren't flinging themselves onto the land trying to reach it.)

So....hey Milliways, WHAT'S UP? Can a slightly damp guy get a drink?



((It's been a week and the translation failure is wrapping up! It's been ridiculously fun to see all the threads coming out of this, I've loved it. Let's say tomorrow is the last day for new translation EPs, but obviously people can keep on with older EPs as long as they want.

Let's also say that the babel fish are starting to return to their normal ways, so there are more and more areas where the translation field works properly. But still some problems if you want!

And Loki still has Marvel-woo Allspeak going on, so the translation problem isn't a problem for him.))

Thursday DE

Oct. 19th, 2017 08:19 am
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It's been a little while since we've done this, so:

MILLIWAYS GRAFFITI: GET YOUR IMAGINARY AND NOT-OFFICIALLY-IC SHARPIES AND GO GO GO

(i'm turning off email notifications on this, so seriously, go to town)

Shout outs

Oct. 19th, 2017 12:12 am
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The translation plot is such fun, I love all the places on the spectrum of misunderstanding from missing a few things to charades. Also I figured out how to use Aurabesh in a post.

Varric's back, I'd forgotten how much fun he is and I love the Dragon Age characters take on the translation plot.

Baze and Chirrut find all the fish, Loki and more questions.

Enzo's take on the translation fail is amazing.

Now this is only part of what's going on in Milliways, tell me what you're reading and loving.

On this the 18th of October

Oct. 18th, 2017 08:25 pm
wanderlustlover: (Friends: Mail Call - enriana)
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Dear Kimi,

I have been composing this letter in my head all day.

It's been several years since my last one of these, and I will make you no more excuse than the single I allow the universe for taking you in the first place -- time moves on. This remains unerringly true, does it not? Somehow past my teen age years, somehow past four years ago when I hit as many years alive after your passing as in a life with you, somehow to one year before it will be two decades since you passed.

I have pictures of you, on my living room wall, on my bookshelf in my classrooms. I cannot imagine you as a fixed point, an end dot, an end stop. I can't imagine you frozen time, waiting on a sister who cannot be. I can't imagine you still only thirteen, with babies and a flare for that pink Mexican dress. I hope that the color of your eyes in mind remains as vibrant in you as it will always in my memory, and that I can be allowed to wish and dream and imagine it forever in motion.

I am not that girl in her first high school years, who had never touched another country, never been brought to such traumatic lows and such overawing heights. I hope that it can only be as much with you. Perhaps, you have made the universe without a skin your playground. Perhaps, you race the light across the galaxy for fun, and the tales of your daring adventures are still returning to the earth at the snails pace of liminal light, arduous and tireless then the void.

Perhaps, you blow the stop lights into being for the small children who wish and stare hard enough from the front seats. Or maybe you have gone to where the bees when, to join the jam-bee-rie. Silly, right? Foolish? But you smiled, didn't you. I wish you, what I have always wished you, with all of my heart, and all of love (and even, yes, all of my absence-laden sorrow):

An endless existence of magic,
wherein there is only joy, and only wonder,
where pain can never touch you, and the only things for you
are made of beauty, and miracles, and laughter, and light, and love.



From the girl who will carry your heart in her heart forever,
Amanda

Translation Fail Happy Hour

Oct. 18th, 2017 06:49 pm
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[personal profile] childofrebellion posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
Cassian's finding the translation not working strange but not as bad as he expected. It makes Milliways feel more like the cantinas he's used to where most people speak Basic but not everyone and not all the time. Also it gives him a chance to speak Festian which he truly enjoys.

At the counter he gets a napkin from Bar and moves behind to figure out how to run a Happy Hour where no one can read the specials. He starts by writing them in Galactic Basic with the Aurabesh alphabet.






Then realizes not everyone will be able to read them and draws a bottle for ale, then a glass for whiskey and a mug with steam coming off of it for caf and hot chocolate. Once it looks like it will work, he finds a nice Alderaan ale to drink and watches and listens to the Bar.

OOC: Cassian speaks Galactic Basic which resembles English but isn't and Festian which is like Spanish but isn't. Let me know how much translation fail you'd like in the thread, I can do everything from understanding almost everything to needing charades.
Aurabesh Translation: Happy Hour: Ale, Whiskey, Caf, Hot Chocolate
Tiny tag: Cassian Andor

Heavy Reading

Oct. 18th, 2017 10:42 pm
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I'm working on a plot for Sahaal that would involve him looking in the Bar's library for some intel he needs at the moment. I've been planning to do this part of the plot as a short story, but I've got a bit of a problem. There doesn't seem to be an actual description for the library anywhere that I can find.

Now, I know this is Milliways, and it probably changes décor every second Friday, but I was hoping that there was something I could build from. If anything's out there, or if you have an idea about its appearance, I'd really appreciated if you'd clue me in.

Wednesday DE: Heroes II.

Oct. 18th, 2017 12:36 pm
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Which persons your character has met in Milliways do they admire most? They might be either heroes from tales or legends, or people whose work they admire for personal reasons. For example, the hero that gets the most awe from Teja is Weyland (despite being fully aware of the man's highly problematic personality) because he's the god of smiths from Teja's people's pantheon; for Father Harman, it's Rae, because she deals with vampires all by herself in a desperately dark crapsack world, with none of the resources he has.

(no subject)

Oct. 18th, 2017 12:10 am
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Wilford needs to look at something that isn't a book written for a thirteen-year-old. He also needs to get something to eat before he collapses. Unfortunately, this means coming downstairs for a little while.

He could go home, but... no. He's not sure which is worse - staying here, or going back there, but he knows he's less likely to do something stupid here. Less likely to potentially ruin everything he's worked for.

Not that any of it really matters, in the grand scheme of things. Maybe he can go do whatever he wants, and things will still turn out, just as they're supposed to. Or maybe everything's already gone to hell, and this is the end result.

Trying not to think about any of this, and completely failing, Wilford makes his way over to the fireplace with a rice bowl and a fresh bottle of whiskey. And a new pack of cigarettes. If anybody wants to shout at him for smoking inside, they can get shouted at right back.

[ooc: Wilford is not currently experiencing any translation-based failures.]

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