5 Things Meme Answers
Right here's where I'm putting all my elabourations to the responses people gave me for the Five Things Meme. This will be updated to add new responses as they come in.
First, vavarner gave me these five things: Dru, fun, 1880's, fledge, friends
Dru's my girl. She's my dark princess. She's the most beautiful, clever, wicked, lovely, brilliant, fun girl in the whole world. And she's mine. It's my job to look after her. And I'm very good at my job. I keep her happy- keep her entertained, like, and make up games for her, and tell her stories. She tells me about the stars and the past and the future and secrets. We're made for one another, and one day when I'm ready to stand on my own two feet, I'll take her away with me and we'll have our own territory where we can do what we like.
Fun: Most of the time, I have a lot of fun, despite the efforts of stuffy old people and wankers to prevent it. I think when you stop having fun you might as well be dead. Things I like to do for fun include- fighting, hunting, stalking, chasing, gambling, drinking, hanging around the Inferno or the Grendel Club or the Loft, knife-fighting, knife-throwing, scrumping rats, eating human food, nicking things, going to plays, and getting into trouble.
1880's: In the 1880's, we have some pretty brilliant things like electric lights and telegraphs, and pneumatic tubes, and rail travel and cameras and telephones. However, we haven't got any of the technological crap that people in Nexuses seem to all have- tiny 'phones that fit into your pocket with cameras built in, little devices to record peoples' voices to blackmail them with, tele-vision screens that can also record real things happening and play them back, soft lenses people put directly on their eyeballs (eurgh!) to take the place of glasses and so on. The 1880's smells of coal, lamp oil, dust, earth, tea leaves, wool, and horse shit. Women- well, people in general, but women, especially- wear a lot more clothing. People don't talk about their 'rights' so much.
Fledge: They say youth is wasted on the young, and in a lot of ways being a fledge is sort of like having a second childhood. Only, you know, you're in a grown up body and you have to shave and you can run faster and leap over a wall in a single bound and hit harder and bite a man's fingers off. Being a fledge is the time period between when you're turned and when you're old enough to stand on your own two feet and you go off to be a minion for somebody, until you're tough enough and strong enough to stake out a claim and hold your own territory someplace. When you're a fledge it's a sort of a pain because people are always bossing you around and you have loads of chores and lessons and have to sneak out generally in order to do anything fun at all. But being a fledge isn't all bad. You sort of get to experience everything in the world all over again and everything feels so new. You feel really alive and except for chores and lessons all you have to do is have fun and try not to piss off the old people too much.
Friends: It's a bit weird, having friends- because you can't really control them, but you've got to sort of look after them. They're not the same thing as family, but they're sort of like it. And they're not pets, either. Sometimes they're really frustrating, because they just are determined to do stupid things and won't listen to you. And sometimes they piss you right the hell off, because they're being annoying wankers or never let you live down some mistake you made ages ago. But part of being friends means that you overlook one another's glaring faults. Or put up with them, anyway. Friends are people who you aren't related to, who you wouldn't eat, even if you were really hungry. And who you would try to prevent anybody else eating, too.
starcore said: Arrogance, Jack, vampire, young, amusing.
Arrogance: I'm assuming that this is referring to me, but I'm not arrogant, I'm just bloody confident about the things I know I'm good at. Such as, fighting, nicking things, kitten poker, not being boring, and having a good time. As to the fact that Aurelians are the best clan, that isn't arrogance, that's just common knowledge.
Jack: That wanker must have a death wish. And his alleged 'clone' is no better. Next time I see either of them I will fulfill their desires to commit suicide by vampire.
Vampire: Oh, I suppose technically I ought to say how there are no such things about vampires and I just have a naturally pale complexion and an allergy to garlic and sunlight and crucifixes, but this is a friends-locked post so let's drop the bollocks. Becoming a vamp is the best thing that ever happened to me. And I'm lucky enough to have got into the best vamp clan there is- yes, any flipping Morellian bastards out there- and Pure Blood Hespians, I'm talking to you as well. What the hell does 'Pure Blood' mean, anyway? All vampires blood is 'pure'.
Young: Sometimes it's a right pain in the arse to be young and have to learn so much. Especially having all the lessons. When I was a human schoolboy, I went to a school that taught Latin and Euclid and really not much of anything else, so in addition to all the specialised knowledge (lore, hunting, demonology, alchemy, etc etc), I also have to learn crap like history and grammar and French and German and sodding Greek. But except for the lessons, and having to get told off and not roll your eyes too much by old sods who think they know everything, I like being young, because it means you're not all stuffy and pompous and boring.
Amusing: Well, I don't know how 'amusing' I am- I mean, I'm not a bloody jester or anything. But I have got a sense of humour, which is sorely lacking in a lot of people nowdays, regardless of species and whether they are alive or undead. I amuse myself, anyway, and that's the most important thing, isn't it?
deadwhitemale gave me:
Deft
Energy
Angelus
Plucky
Likeable
Deft: One of the best things about bein' a vamp is being so fast and having such quick reflexes. And mine aren't even half as quick yet as they will be, that's the brilliant part. One of my favourite hobbies is nicking things. It's good practice, too, having to look unobtrusive and not attract attention while you're palming some trinket or dipping into some unwary bloke's pocket. Handkerchiefs are easiest to lift- partly cos nearly everybody where I'm from carries one, and also cos they're light. Hard for a person to feel the weight of something being lifted off 'em when it weighed next to nothing to begin with. Other favourites when it comes to pick-pocketing are: cigarette cases, snuff boxes (especially silver ones), wallets, obviously, and watches.
Jewellery is tougher to nick off a person and generally requires coshing them over the head, which is a different skill-set altogether although I spose you could argue it requires a certain deftness as as to keep from staving their skull in. Lock-picking, however, definitely falls under the category of deftness. I've a lovely little set of lock-picks which cost me 10 bob but they're worth every penny. There's a cove I know who hangs around a disreputable pub called The Dog's Leg, who's got a very tantalising set of buglary tools, including a set for safe-cracking. I'm biding my time til I can get my hands on that.
Energy: I never felt half so alive before I was dead. I want to move all the time. At home, they tell me off for fidgetting a lot. It is true that when you are stalking you have got to be able to sit still and not move or breathe for ages. But it's incredibly difficult, not to move at all. My whole body wants to run and climb and scale walls and leap across rooftops. I don't understand people who just want to laze about reading the papers and talking about boring topics in superiour tones- what they call 'being civilised'. I want to be out there living.
Angelus: He made me. He chose me. Sometimes he's infuriating and evil and a completely unfair bastard. But the rest of the time he's everything. He's huge and powerful and when he's in a bate and snaps 'come here' the last thing you want to do is to obey but he gets much more pissed off if you run. I saw him squeeze a bloke's hand til the bones came through the skin once. He loves the opera and the ballet. He loves to stalk churches and cathedrals and he spent a whole winter once going to a cathedral and listening to the eveningsong. Sometimes when he's in a certain mood he likes to dress up in the vestments he keeps and go off to hear confessions. He always looks perfect, without a hair or stitch of clothes out of place, even if he's been sleeping in a haystack. He's scariest when he's smiling. When I'm with him sometimes I feel bloody terrified but at the same time I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world.
Plucky: Well that word makes me think of some hero of a sodding boy's adventure book or something. The sort of boy who uses his wits and manliness and courage and resourcefulness to pull himself up by his bloody bootlaces, and faces adversity with English stout heartedness and all that rot. If I ever got my hands on one of those little sods, I'd have myself some fun. I bet I'd take the pluck out of him, soon enough. [locked to Ellis] Incidentally, 'pluck' is a word that refers to the heart, lungs, trachea and liver of a sheep or lamb. But it could be used for a boy all the same. I wonder if Scottish vamps eat human haggis?[/locked] Just for the record, I am not 'plucky'. I am 'cheeky'.
Likeable: Well first off, it makes me feel all sodding warm and fuzzy inside to think that anybody considers me likeable. Warms the cockles of my cold heart and all that. But actually, sarcasm aside, it does make me happy Ellis thinks I'm likeable cos I think he's bloody brilliant. And in a self-preservation sort of way, I'd rather have a bloke like him like me, than not. As to being likeable, well I guess I'm sort of a gregarious bloke. I like hanging around in pubs and talking to people, cracking jokes, playing darts or cards, listening to music, having a few pints.[locked to Ellis] When you're hunting of course, pubs are a good place to size folk up and if one strikes your fancy there's plenty of liquor on hand to soften them up. And afterwards, you get a full belly and the nice drunk-making benefits of all that booze, besides. Even when I'm not hunting, I like pubs.[/locked] They're warm, there's usually food, and plenty of booze, and company and noise and people feeling happy. There's a difference between being charming when you're trying to soften people up, though- buying a few rounds of drinks and talking sport and having an easy gift of gab, knowing how to talk to different sorts of people- and having friends. Having friends is a lot harder. It's easy to make people like you when they don't know you. And when you don't care about them
First, vavarner gave me these five things: Dru, fun, 1880's, fledge, friends
Dru's my girl. She's my dark princess. She's the most beautiful, clever, wicked, lovely, brilliant, fun girl in the whole world. And she's mine. It's my job to look after her. And I'm very good at my job. I keep her happy- keep her entertained, like, and make up games for her, and tell her stories. She tells me about the stars and the past and the future and secrets. We're made for one another, and one day when I'm ready to stand on my own two feet, I'll take her away with me and we'll have our own territory where we can do what we like.
Fun: Most of the time, I have a lot of fun, despite the efforts of stuffy old people and wankers to prevent it. I think when you stop having fun you might as well be dead. Things I like to do for fun include- fighting, hunting, stalking, chasing, gambling, drinking, hanging around the Inferno or the Grendel Club or the Loft, knife-fighting, knife-throwing, scrumping rats, eating human food, nicking things, going to plays, and getting into trouble.
1880's: In the 1880's, we have some pretty brilliant things like electric lights and telegraphs, and pneumatic tubes, and rail travel and cameras and telephones. However, we haven't got any of the technological crap that people in Nexuses seem to all have- tiny 'phones that fit into your pocket with cameras built in, little devices to record peoples' voices to blackmail them with, tele-vision screens that can also record real things happening and play them back, soft lenses people put directly on their eyeballs (eurgh!) to take the place of glasses and so on. The 1880's smells of coal, lamp oil, dust, earth, tea leaves, wool, and horse shit. Women- well, people in general, but women, especially- wear a lot more clothing. People don't talk about their 'rights' so much.
Fledge: They say youth is wasted on the young, and in a lot of ways being a fledge is sort of like having a second childhood. Only, you know, you're in a grown up body and you have to shave and you can run faster and leap over a wall in a single bound and hit harder and bite a man's fingers off. Being a fledge is the time period between when you're turned and when you're old enough to stand on your own two feet and you go off to be a minion for somebody, until you're tough enough and strong enough to stake out a claim and hold your own territory someplace. When you're a fledge it's a sort of a pain because people are always bossing you around and you have loads of chores and lessons and have to sneak out generally in order to do anything fun at all. But being a fledge isn't all bad. You sort of get to experience everything in the world all over again and everything feels so new. You feel really alive and except for chores and lessons all you have to do is have fun and try not to piss off the old people too much.
Friends: It's a bit weird, having friends- because you can't really control them, but you've got to sort of look after them. They're not the same thing as family, but they're sort of like it. And they're not pets, either. Sometimes they're really frustrating, because they just are determined to do stupid things and won't listen to you. And sometimes they piss you right the hell off, because they're being annoying wankers or never let you live down some mistake you made ages ago. But part of being friends means that you overlook one another's glaring faults. Or put up with them, anyway. Friends are people who you aren't related to, who you wouldn't eat, even if you were really hungry. And who you would try to prevent anybody else eating, too.
starcore said: Arrogance, Jack, vampire, young, amusing.
Arrogance: I'm assuming that this is referring to me, but I'm not arrogant, I'm just bloody confident about the things I know I'm good at. Such as, fighting, nicking things, kitten poker, not being boring, and having a good time. As to the fact that Aurelians are the best clan, that isn't arrogance, that's just common knowledge.
Jack: That wanker must have a death wish. And his alleged 'clone' is no better. Next time I see either of them I will fulfill their desires to commit suicide by vampire.
Vampire: Oh, I suppose technically I ought to say how there are no such things about vampires and I just have a naturally pale complexion and an allergy to garlic and sunlight and crucifixes, but this is a friends-locked post so let's drop the bollocks. Becoming a vamp is the best thing that ever happened to me. And I'm lucky enough to have got into the best vamp clan there is- yes, any flipping Morellian bastards out there- and Pure Blood Hespians, I'm talking to you as well. What the hell does 'Pure Blood' mean, anyway? All vampires blood is 'pure'.
Young: Sometimes it's a right pain in the arse to be young and have to learn so much. Especially having all the lessons. When I was a human schoolboy, I went to a school that taught Latin and Euclid and really not much of anything else, so in addition to all the specialised knowledge (lore, hunting, demonology, alchemy, etc etc), I also have to learn crap like history and grammar and French and German and sodding Greek. But except for the lessons, and having to get told off and not roll your eyes too much by old sods who think they know everything, I like being young, because it means you're not all stuffy and pompous and boring.
Amusing: Well, I don't know how 'amusing' I am- I mean, I'm not a bloody jester or anything. But I have got a sense of humour, which is sorely lacking in a lot of people nowdays, regardless of species and whether they are alive or undead. I amuse myself, anyway, and that's the most important thing, isn't it?
deadwhitemale gave me:
Deft
Energy
Angelus
Plucky
Likeable
Deft: One of the best things about bein' a vamp is being so fast and having such quick reflexes. And mine aren't even half as quick yet as they will be, that's the brilliant part. One of my favourite hobbies is nicking things. It's good practice, too, having to look unobtrusive and not attract attention while you're palming some trinket or dipping into some unwary bloke's pocket. Handkerchiefs are easiest to lift- partly cos nearly everybody where I'm from carries one, and also cos they're light. Hard for a person to feel the weight of something being lifted off 'em when it weighed next to nothing to begin with. Other favourites when it comes to pick-pocketing are: cigarette cases, snuff boxes (especially silver ones), wallets, obviously, and watches.
Jewellery is tougher to nick off a person and generally requires coshing them over the head, which is a different skill-set altogether although I spose you could argue it requires a certain deftness as as to keep from staving their skull in. Lock-picking, however, definitely falls under the category of deftness. I've a lovely little set of lock-picks which cost me 10 bob but they're worth every penny. There's a cove I know who hangs around a disreputable pub called The Dog's Leg, who's got a very tantalising set of buglary tools, including a set for safe-cracking. I'm biding my time til I can get my hands on that.
Energy: I never felt half so alive before I was dead. I want to move all the time. At home, they tell me off for fidgetting a lot. It is true that when you are stalking you have got to be able to sit still and not move or breathe for ages. But it's incredibly difficult, not to move at all. My whole body wants to run and climb and scale walls and leap across rooftops. I don't understand people who just want to laze about reading the papers and talking about boring topics in superiour tones- what they call 'being civilised'. I want to be out there living.
Angelus: He made me. He chose me. Sometimes he's infuriating and evil and a completely unfair bastard. But the rest of the time he's everything. He's huge and powerful and when he's in a bate and snaps 'come here' the last thing you want to do is to obey but he gets much more pissed off if you run. I saw him squeeze a bloke's hand til the bones came through the skin once. He loves the opera and the ballet. He loves to stalk churches and cathedrals and he spent a whole winter once going to a cathedral and listening to the eveningsong. Sometimes when he's in a certain mood he likes to dress up in the vestments he keeps and go off to hear confessions. He always looks perfect, without a hair or stitch of clothes out of place, even if he's been sleeping in a haystack. He's scariest when he's smiling. When I'm with him sometimes I feel bloody terrified but at the same time I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world.
Plucky: Well that word makes me think of some hero of a sodding boy's adventure book or something. The sort of boy who uses his wits and manliness and courage and resourcefulness to pull himself up by his bloody bootlaces, and faces adversity with English stout heartedness and all that rot. If I ever got my hands on one of those little sods, I'd have myself some fun. I bet I'd take the pluck out of him, soon enough. [locked to Ellis] Incidentally, 'pluck' is a word that refers to the heart, lungs, trachea and liver of a sheep or lamb. But it could be used for a boy all the same. I wonder if Scottish vamps eat human haggis?[/locked] Just for the record, I am not 'plucky'. I am 'cheeky'.
Likeable: Well first off, it makes me feel all sodding warm and fuzzy inside to think that anybody considers me likeable. Warms the cockles of my cold heart and all that. But actually, sarcasm aside, it does make me happy Ellis thinks I'm likeable cos I think he's bloody brilliant. And in a self-preservation sort of way, I'd rather have a bloke like him like me, than not. As to being likeable, well I guess I'm sort of a gregarious bloke. I like hanging around in pubs and talking to people, cracking jokes, playing darts or cards, listening to music, having a few pints.[locked to Ellis] When you're hunting of course, pubs are a good place to size folk up and if one strikes your fancy there's plenty of liquor on hand to soften them up. And afterwards, you get a full belly and the nice drunk-making benefits of all that booze, besides. Even when I'm not hunting, I like pubs.[/locked] They're warm, there's usually food, and plenty of booze, and company and noise and people feeling happy. There's a difference between being charming when you're trying to soften people up, though- buying a few rounds of drinks and talking sport and having an easy gift of gab, knowing how to talk to different sorts of people- and having friends. Having friends is a lot harder. It's easy to make people like you when they don't know you. And when you don't care about them