Update
Hey all,
I realised it's been a while since I posted and some of you (ha, or none of you) might be wondering where I'd got to.
I'm working on Hidden!sequel and more fairies!verse, but Real Life (tm) has decided to hit me hard over the head with a load of bricks. My mother's not far off having major surgery on her foot, which will mean my life will get that much harder, and my own illness recently went 'oooh, let's jump up and down on Sparks and send her to bed for hours on end', meaning I wasn't able to concentrate on writing At All!
Good news is, my care package has been increased so I'll have fewer problems in basic looking after myself, and more energy for studying and writing. Bad news is, studying comes first :p
In short, there will be more, I just can't promise when! But for all you lovely people on my flist...
“So what happened with the Hoix?” Ianto asked. “Why did you need the flamethrower?” He pointed a chopstick at Jack. “Which I’m hoping has been put back.”
“It’s back,” said Jack. “It would’ve been okay, but like Gillian said, it was high, and really aggressive.” He paused. “More aggressive than usual, I mean. And I think it had eaten something flame-retardant.”
“He thinks that,” said Gillian, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I’ve found nothing like that in its stomach contents, so far.”
“Key words there,” said Jack with a hint of triumph. “So far. You never know.” He turned to Gwen. “You remember that one we had after your wedding? Owen found pieces of a fire extinguisher in its stomach.”
“Seriously?” Anwen said, staring at him. “It really ate a fire extinguisher? They can do that? I thought you were just having me on.”
“They eat anything they can get their claws on,” Gwen confirmed. “Food, clothing, plastic, metal - makes no difference.”
“That’s so gross,” said Anwen, grinning. “How do they digest it? I mean…” She waved her chopsticks vaguely. “How does it, you know?”
“Anwen,” said Ianto, sounding pained. “Please. Not while we’re eating.”
“It’s just biology,” said Jack innocently. “You know, there’s this species that -” He cut himself off as his vortex manipulator beeped twice. “What the…” He flipped it open and frowned.
“Last time that beeped,” said Ianto ominously, “it was that bastard Hart.”
“This isn’t Hart,” said Jack, a slow grin spreading across his face. “There’s a time ship landing nearby.” He looked up at Ianto, beaming now. “It’s the Doctor.”
See you all soon. Feel free to drop me a line sometime :D
Sparks
I realised it's been a while since I posted and some of you (ha, or none of you) might be wondering where I'd got to.
I'm working on Hidden!sequel and more fairies!verse, but Real Life (tm) has decided to hit me hard over the head with a load of bricks. My mother's not far off having major surgery on her foot, which will mean my life will get that much harder, and my own illness recently went 'oooh, let's jump up and down on Sparks and send her to bed for hours on end', meaning I wasn't able to concentrate on writing At All!
Good news is, my care package has been increased so I'll have fewer problems in basic looking after myself, and more energy for studying and writing. Bad news is, studying comes first :p
In short, there will be more, I just can't promise when! But for all you lovely people on my flist...
“So what happened with the Hoix?” Ianto asked. “Why did you need the flamethrower?” He pointed a chopstick at Jack. “Which I’m hoping has been put back.”
“It’s back,” said Jack. “It would’ve been okay, but like Gillian said, it was high, and really aggressive.” He paused. “More aggressive than usual, I mean. And I think it had eaten something flame-retardant.”
“He thinks that,” said Gillian, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I’ve found nothing like that in its stomach contents, so far.”
“Key words there,” said Jack with a hint of triumph. “So far. You never know.” He turned to Gwen. “You remember that one we had after your wedding? Owen found pieces of a fire extinguisher in its stomach.”
“Seriously?” Anwen said, staring at him. “It really ate a fire extinguisher? They can do that? I thought you were just having me on.”
“They eat anything they can get their claws on,” Gwen confirmed. “Food, clothing, plastic, metal - makes no difference.”
“That’s so gross,” said Anwen, grinning. “How do they digest it? I mean…” She waved her chopsticks vaguely. “How does it, you know?”
“Anwen,” said Ianto, sounding pained. “Please. Not while we’re eating.”
“It’s just biology,” said Jack innocently. “You know, there’s this species that -” He cut himself off as his vortex manipulator beeped twice. “What the…” He flipped it open and frowned.
“Last time that beeped,” said Ianto ominously, “it was that bastard Hart.”
“This isn’t Hart,” said Jack, a slow grin spreading across his face. “There’s a time ship landing nearby.” He looked up at Ianto, beaming now. “It’s the Doctor.”
See you all soon. Feel free to drop me a line sometime :D
Sparks