|Oh why not -
||[Sep. 15th, 2004|10:37 am]
On the real life front, the new house has walls and the start of interior plaster. We have the cabinets (which are lovely and _huge_ - I keep forgetting how big eight feet tall cabinets look) for the kitchen.|
On the gaming front, I finished Shining Force I. AI in the game is amazingly dim, but I actually ended up liking the broad choice in characters. I've been playing a ton of Kangband and T.O.M.E. mostly because it's available. I should post about my progress in Last Bible 3 some day.
As for knitting, I've got a pair of fustration socks (i.e. as long as they're sock shaped and I'm less stressed, they're good) in TLC Luster - it's a pretty shade of darkish rainbow colors. Also doing a tube sock in Wool-ease with a simple spiral rib. I'm also trying for a scarf that requires more knowledge then I presently have - basically a white scarf with a red diamond at the end of it. Present method is just to knit some white triangles and seam the red diamond to them to make a square edge for the rest of the scarf. With luck, it'll look good. If not, I'll just try another method. I can do fair isle stranding (i.e. carry the other color over the back of the yarn, but that results in a scarf that's only good on one side. Intarasia (i.e. don't carry the color and just switch yarns entirely) hates me with the passion of a thousand suns. Rar.
I practically never do memes, but for the fun of it - comment here to hear what I honestly think of you, or for a small drabble. I write X 1999, random rpgs, Valis, some GetBackers, and original characters. No promises on length or quality, but hey, it's worth a try, right?
Wheee! Drabble requests! Ummmm...how about Montague not being angsty? Or Sorceress!Williams?
Glad to hear that the house is coming along. :)
2004-09-15 11:25 am (UTC)
Montague Orchard came from a long line of people who kept their lives in their pockets. His mother always scolded his siblings to empty their pockets before she did the wash, and she would always find some last treasure that they had forgotten.
Every time they left the city for the holidays, she would insist that they find a pretty rock for her to carry back. This always lead to a competition of trying to find the prettiest stone and squabbling over which stones were the best. There was a neat row of rocks in the kitchen window from their trips when he was a child. His mother said they were proof that they had seen the world and lived.
He moved too often to really have an apartment that was his, but he always laid out a row of rocks on his windowsill once he had moved in.
She made them carry just enough coins in their pocket to pay for the ferry if they needed to. Montague still carried just enough coins for the ferry in his pocket.
Montague had a shapeless boiled wool coat that he wore from summer to winter. Yvette always told him that he looked sort of like a lumbering bear in it. He said that he liked it for the pockets.
It had three interior pockets which could carry a clip of ammunition or a small paperback book, and two larger pockets on the outside. He carried his keys, his gloves, bandages, and everything really in that coat.
Sometimes, he'd walk with Damien, and they would hold hands as the sky grew darker. Sometimes, Montague would tuck their hands in his pockets for warmth.
Those were the times that he believed he was carrying his life in his pockets.
Aaaaaaaw, so cuuuuute! ^____^
Can I get both?! :D
Ummmmm... I wanna see you do Jack, yo. But in Card setting. XD
2004-09-15 01:31 pm (UTC)
Yvette and Jack
Hmm - about you - I like the original universe characters that you've told me about, and I enjoy babbling at you about my stuff. You honestly care about your friends, which I approve of, and you try to make people happy. You make me happy. What more could I ask for?
When Yvette was eight, she and Damien were stuck in an endless party. Yvette responded to such affairs by stealing cookies and finding a nice corner to hide in so she wouldn't have to show off her manners. She had declared to Damien that manners were secretly a plot by adults to make little girls be pretty and quiet when they should be kicking people in the nuts.
Damien liked her.
This party was a party held by Damien's family which meant that there was a lot of military types there. Yvette had occupied herself for a little while by listening to some man with a gigantic moustache talking about the harems when he was off at the wars, but she had gotten told to go play somewhere else by her father.
She couldn't go play with Damien because he was getting his shirt wiped clean by his mother after he got only a little bit of jelly on it. Yvette thought Damien's mother fretted too much.
So, she headed off to find someone her age to talk to. Or maybe another old guy telling war stories. They were always fun.
Instead, she found a kid with white hair like her own. He was wearing an uncomfortable looking suit and looking utterly impassive. She wasn't sure if it was boredom or just manners (though she had been told that good young girls were supposed to smile a lot and he wasn't smiling.)
"Hi," she said, hoping that he was more exciting then the rest of the party.
The boy didn't say anything. This didn't bother Yvette since she was used to chatting with people who had all the conversational skills of gravel.
"Manners say I'm supposed to say, 'hi,'" Yvette offered the boy a cookie. "Want a cookie?"
The boy said in a flat tone of voice, "No."
Yvette blinked at him. "What's your name?"
He seemed to have to think about this for a while. "They said it's Jack."
"And you think?"
Jack shrugged. "That they're right."
"I'm Yvette." She grins. "Mother says I'm Ms. Moreau, but I think that sounds silly."
"Is that your last name?"
Yvette nodded and leaned closer almost confidentially. "I know someone with a longer last name then mine."
"Oh." Jack paused again like he was searching for something. "I don't have one."
"I could give you one, if you want?"
"I could give you a last name?"
He just looked at her.
"Alba." Yvette beamed. "Because it means white. Like your hair." She spread her arms wide. "I'll remember it for you. You're Jack Alba."