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How's My Driving?
For comments, critique, praise, and anything else you might have to say about my portrayal of Dolf.
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Voicemail
"Dolf Wega. You've reached my voicemail, so when you hear a peep, you know what to do."
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Room 506, Friday Morning
This was it ( Read more... ) -
Room 506, Wednesday Morning
Dolf noticed It quickly.
It was not very subtle.
It started with, "Ben ik bekend, of een vreemdeling misschien? Ik beef als ik besef dat ik iets moet laten zien..." sung into his pillow in the morning.
It continued as he was brushing his teeth. "En stemmen zwijgen nu, lawaai verstomt en al mijn woorden worden zwaarder nu het dichterbij me komt! ( Read more... ) -
Room 506, Wednesday Afternoon
Dolf had no one he could contact anyway; instead he had spent his days hovering around, poking at books and hoping desperately that this would turn into a situation he could handle. But-- it didn't. And he couldn't ( Read more... ) -
Room 506, Saturday Morning
The portal had dropped Dolf off early. Very early, in fact. Early enough that night was still coloring the sky a dark blue, and the air smelled like rainfall and dew. Not that Dolf noticed ( Read more... ) -
A Cab Driving Between Schiphol Airport and Amstelveen and Beyond, Wednesday Morning Fandom Time
It had taken a while and a lot of work, but between him and Cally, Dolf had finally managed to put together enough money to get a portal home. Arriving in the Schiphol Portalocity lounge had already been a great relief, because while America was interesting and closer to home than the 13th century had been, it still hadn't been home ( Read more... ) -
A Grass Field in the Middle of Nowhere, Great Waterland, Saturday Morning
Dolf woke up to the sun in his face, the racket produced by a small flock of blackbirds, and the sensation of grass tickling his ear. Considering he'd gone to sleep in bed last night, that was peculiar, to say the least. He sat up, and squinted against the light. The sun wasn't up far yet, and the sky in which it rested was a calming cornflower ( Read more... ) -
Room 506, Friday Morning
Dolf had come back fairly late yesterday, at least compared to most of the people who'd gone to Triela's funeral. He had come back, and he had slept, and then he'd woken up, as most people did. The grief was still there in the morning, but it had muted now that the whole thing was wrapped up.
Well, almost wrapped up.
There was still Triela's ( Read more... ) -
Info-Post Bandwagon Straggler, The Non-Wiggin Edition
Which is a whole lot less rambly and incoherent than the Wiggin edition because none of these guys are from Orson Scott Card's anything.
( The Dutch Crusader: Dolf Wega )