You'd Think She'd Have Questioned The Parade's Existence In The First Place.
Someone anonymously did incredible fanart for The Worst Kind of Debt, my Your Turn to Die fic! I begged them for some way to give them proper credit, and they responded; they're lightcall on Deviantart. Here's their piece for the fic:
Look at that atmosphere! Look at the echoes of the game's visual style! I couldn't be more thrilled.
(I showed this to Rei's girlfriend, and her response was, 'Yes, this looks like something you would write. They look very sad.')
Two tales of Hampton Court I learnt recently:
- When Rei's girlfriend was eleven, she and her cousin Cordelia went to Hampton Court and watched a parade, with actors playing Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. Her cousin introduced herself to Henry VIII as Cordelia. Henry VIII asked, 'Oh, like in King Lear?' Rei's girlfriend was FURIOUS. 'You don't know about King Lear! It hasn't been written yet! It's post-Elizabethan! You were dead by then!'
- On the train, I met a retired gardener who'd worked on the Hampton Court grounds for forty years, and I asked if he had any stories. Apparently he'd once accidentally turned on the sprinkler jets and flooded the hedge maze when it was full of people. An hour later his supervisor came over to ask exactly what had happened, and he demonstrated what he'd done and flooded the maze again, soaking a fresh batch of tourists.
Look at that atmosphere! Look at the echoes of the game's visual style! I couldn't be more thrilled.
(I showed this to Rei's girlfriend, and her response was, 'Yes, this looks like something you would write. They look very sad.')
Two tales of Hampton Court I learnt recently:
- When Rei's girlfriend was eleven, she and her cousin Cordelia went to Hampton Court and watched a parade, with actors playing Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. Her cousin introduced herself to Henry VIII as Cordelia. Henry VIII asked, 'Oh, like in King Lear?' Rei's girlfriend was FURIOUS. 'You don't know about King Lear! It hasn't been written yet! It's post-Elizabethan! You were dead by then!'
- On the train, I met a retired gardener who'd worked on the Hampton Court grounds for forty years, and I asked if he had any stories. Apparently he'd once accidentally turned on the sprinkler jets and flooded the hedge maze when it was full of people. An hour later his supervisor came over to ask exactly what had happened, and he demonstrated what he'd done and flooded the maze again, soaking a fresh batch of tourists.