Filled with Hunger Games, Plutarch and Paylortellshannon815December 6 2015, 18:15:36 UTC
As they study the waste that has been laid to Panem, Plutarch and Paylor wonder what can be salvaged from the mess President Snow had created.
They will wipe out the sins of their ancestors, there will be no more Games, they will build a new Panem that brings out the best in its citizens, working together.
Maybe it is best not to salvage old Panem, but to rebuild from the ashes instead.
Eye of the beholder (Star Wars)ext_3406253December 7 2015, 02:17:46 UTC
Wedge missed the old days of the Rebellion when every nut, spanner and scrap of metal was put to use patching and mending shredded s-foils, blaster-scarred hulls and battered droids. Now, the cargo bays were neat, with polished floors, and nobody missed the extra junk.
"And this one's Piggy," jabbered Wes Janson, pointing at another rusty, misshapen conglomeration of parts that vaguely resembled a sculpture of something bludgeoned to death by a Gamorrean, "... and this one's you, Wedge -- see the resemblance?"
shall be rebornedenfallingDecember 8 2015, 01:54:56 UTC
Furiosa leads a caravan back to the wreckage two days later -- sooner than she should, with three settlements still in chaos and flux and her own repairs so fragile, but symbols are important and she's always run her rigs on the mantra of leave no crew behind. The Rock Riders have already begun picking over the carcasses of both cars and humans, but they scatter into the hills at the blare of engines and horns, too battered to risk another confrontation after the last two.
She brings the War Rig home; her other half is past repair itself, but its parts will let blackthumbs resurrect other vehicles, as the bodies of the war boys' brothers will find new life in the green they help to grow.
RE: shall be rebornsilvr_daggerDecember 8 2015, 02:32:39 UTC
Oh, awesome, another beautiful MMFR fill! Furiosa's slight recklessness and understanding of the importance of symbols (not unlike Joe...) combined with running on Leave No Crew Behind (so very unlike Joe) is fantastic, and the idea of both vehicles and War Boys finding new life is perfect. And Furiosa thinking of her healing as repairs was a spot-on character moment.
RE: shall be rebornedenfallingDecember 8 2015, 03:31:53 UTC
Thank you! I think understanding the power of symbols is an important skill for any leader, but what people do with that skill can be wildly different. I'm glad you liked the 'repairs' line; I am fond of that myself.
Inception, Arthur/AriadnekaminagiDecember 19 2015, 23:54:09 UTC
"There's nothing here for you," Arthur says, bewildered when she finds him at the shores of decaying memory, desperately grasping a red thread that he has been too afraid to follow and too afraid to let go, "why are you here?"
"I'm the architect," Ariadne whispers, and he sees that she is not here to build from nothing and raze it to the ground, but to salvage, to save him from sinking into a sea of void.
And when she hauls them to the surface from the waves of ruin, with the red thread tightly bound around their wrists, he knows at last that she will always pull him from his doom.
RE: Inception, Arthur/Ariadnesilvr_daggerDecember 21 2015, 02:40:28 UTC
Wow, gorgeous prose and emotion, and perfect use of dreamlike imagery. I love the symbolism of the red thread "that he has been too afraid to follow and too afraid to let go" (beautiful line), and Ariadne's "I'm the architect" (also amazing), and the entire thing, really.
A Final Burst of Glory: a Follies ficlizzie_marie_23December 21 2015, 23:03:48 UTC
They are none of them getting what they want tonight: Buddy has always known that his wife still longed for another and though he threw himself into an empty affair because of it he never had to face that fact until now, while Sally in her turn, really believed that Ben returned her feelings, and even now murmurs his words back to herself like a lullaby. Now they have to live with each other, while Ben and his wife learn to deal with the fact that he can’t love anyone or anything, not even himself. Tonight they go home to their beds, tomorrow they will wash the dishes, and then they’ll talk about it - oh dear god, it is tomorrow.
(hiii! i wasn't able to do the TSF all December because I was so busy, but I'm here now, and I'm so glad to see you've been participating. Now I'm going to fill like half your prompts. Did you ever get a chance to listen to Follies after I hyped it up last year?)
RE: A Final Burst of Glory: a Follies ficsilvr_daggerDecember 24 2015, 18:26:34 UTC
Hi again! I'm glad you were able to find some time to participate - I was hoping to see you around. I got really busy right in the middle of its run time (which is also why I've been replying like a week late to everyone's comments, sorry), which is too bad because it's always such fun.
I haven't gotten a chance yet, but I haven't forgotten about it either, and this is fantastic even with limited knowledge. The last line has a certain dark, sad humor that I absolutely love, and the rest of it too - bleak, yet funny.
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They will wipe out the sins of their ancestors, there will be no more Games, they will build a new Panem that brings out the best in its citizens, working together.
Maybe it is best not to salvage old Panem, but to rebuild from the ashes instead.
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"And this one's Piggy," jabbered Wes Janson, pointing at another rusty, misshapen conglomeration of parts that vaguely resembled a sculpture of something bludgeoned to death by a Gamorrean, "... and this one's you, Wedge -- see the resemblance?"
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She brings the War Rig home; her other half is past repair itself, but its parts will let blackthumbs resurrect other vehicles, as the bodies of the war boys' brothers will find new life in the green they help to grow.
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"I'm the architect," Ariadne whispers, and he sees that she is not here to build from nothing and raze it to the ground, but to salvage, to save him from sinking into a sea of void.
And when she hauls them to the surface from the waves of ruin, with the red thread tightly bound around their wrists, he knows at last that she will always pull him from his doom.
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Tonight they go home to their beds, tomorrow they will wash the dishes, and then they’ll talk about it - oh dear god, it is tomorrow.
(hiii! i wasn't able to do the TSF all December because I was so busy, but I'm here now, and I'm so glad to see you've been participating. Now I'm going to fill like half your prompts. Did you ever get a chance to listen to Follies after I hyped it up last year?)
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I haven't gotten a chance yet, but I haven't forgotten about it either, and this is fantastic even with limited knowledge. The last line has a certain dark, sad humor that I absolutely love, and the rest of it too - bleak, yet funny.
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