"a pumpkin charm or trinket" - unknown moderntaennynAugust 5 2010, 17:36:50 UTC
"If you start saying things like 'O Great Pumpkin' I may be forced to hurt myself laughing."
"Says the man who has a Flying Spagetti Monster on his keychain--"
"Hey, don't knock the Noodly Appendages--"
She grinned a pointy, pointy grin. "You don't want me to take that to its logical extension, my friend, you really don't."
He considered the grin, considered hitting back with the Great Green Tendrils, then decided no, no he didn't want to go there. "So why do you have a pumpkin on your keychain?"
"Party favour from the convention--DAW's booth was handing them out like candy for one of their current authors."
".... You have a Seanan McGuire keychain?"
"Apparently?"
He chuckled. "Then one, it really is a Great Pumpkin charm, and two, we best hope she doesn't actually manage any sort of complicated ritual magic using those."
"a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around" - Trickwood Unification, princestaennynAugust 5 2010, 18:01:24 UTC
"This may," Ruadhan panted, trying desperately not to take the deep breath his body wanted him to, "be the most disgusting thing you've ever involved me in."
"That I've ever--" Donel cut himself off for much the same reason as his little brother, glaring, then took another tiny puff of air, eyes watering. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever been involved in at all."
"Less talk," Hernén put in, slogging in between them to heave at the rotting edge of the bloated carcass' ribcage, "more work." As he tore off another piece and tossed it vaguely towards Ruadhan, they all felt Geoffrey catch it and yank.
"Why isn't he down here with the rest of us?" Ruadhan asked after they ripped off a bigger chunk and threw that too, shielding just a little too late to miss another wave of smell and a shower of pieces
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"where the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round your feet" - Wild Roses Wars, ConalltaennynAugust 5 2010, 20:04:26 UTC
"Sometimes at night--and by then hardly anyone felt safe walking the forest's edge at night, but some still did, walking home from lovers' houses or at long journey's ends--they could hear the wind in the forest's arms speaking, sighing with lover's voices and the breathing of the missing..."
He paused in the darkness, fur beginning to stand on end, before he recognised the story-teller's voice and the variation on the story and carefully shook himself and went back on his way. The sentry shift wouldn't happen on its own, and he knew the Bone-witch's tale already.
"playing "identify the stain" with one's clothing." - Alternate Earths, Yasha, Aodh etctaennynAugust 5 2010, 20:33:05 UTC
When Aodh showed up that afternoon to pick him up, Yasha bit back his first response and asked instead if Aodh'd had a good day.
Aodh gave himself a once over, from the weird waxy sheen on one of his shoulders to the faintly ichorous drip on the toe of his left boot, then shrugged. "Can't complain."
Yasha reached up and poked, gingerly, at the waxy thing. "What is that?"
"Um--" Aodh thought for a second. "Think tha' was part of t'summoning circle." He pointed at a broad reddish stain on his jeans, dappled through with spark-sized holes in the fabric. "Tha' was definitely part of t'summoning circle. Idiot forgot a layer for fire."
"Your boot is starting to smoulder," Screen said, her inflection just slightly edged towards Trap's.
Aodh looked down, then scuffed the ichor-covered toe through the dirt. "And tha'," he told Yasha solemnly, "'s why you don' invite jus' anything through a summoning circle."
"melancholy" - Wild Roses, the SixtaennynAugust 5 2010, 22:10:43 UTC
It was difficult to develop a really thoroughgoing case of melancholy when the kitchen was singing happy, happy jazz in two and a half-part harmony.
James sighed, rolled over on the couch a couple of times, then gave up and started trying to work out who was singing the half-harmony.
It was Giovanni and Madeleine holding the two parts separate--though if Gio's laughter was anything to go by he might be the one who broke first--which meant it wasn't Madeleine wandering between the tenor and soprano parts. Jasmine didn't have a tenor range, which eliminated her, and if Jared had a soprano range he wasn't sure he wanted proof
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Re: "melancholy" - Wild Roses, the SixtaennynAugust 5 2010, 22:23:35 UTC
Not actually sure; I'd guess some negotiation went sideways on him and he's all grah about it, but I'm not certain. Just got the flash of him tying to get a good grump on on the couch and failing miserably.
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a mouse in one's hair
snow caught in eyelashes
a smell so bad it's almost impossible to work around
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"Says the man who has a Flying Spagetti Monster on his keychain--"
"Hey, don't knock the Noodly Appendages--"
She grinned a pointy, pointy grin. "You don't want me to take that to its logical extension, my friend, you really don't."
He considered the grin, considered hitting back with the Great Green Tendrils, then decided no, no he didn't want to go there. "So why do you have a pumpkin on your keychain?"
"Party favour from the convention--DAW's booth was handing them out like candy for one of their current authors."
".... You have a Seanan McGuire keychain?"
"Apparently?"
He chuckled. "Then one, it really is a Great Pumpkin charm, and two, we best hope she doesn't actually manage any sort of complicated ritual magic using those."
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"That I've ever--" Donel cut himself off for much the same reason as his little brother, glaring, then took another tiny puff of air, eyes watering. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever been involved in at all."
"Less talk," Hernén put in, slogging in between them to heave at the rotting edge of the bloated carcass' ribcage, "more work." As he tore off another piece and tossed it vaguely towards Ruadhan, they all felt Geoffrey catch it and yank.
"Why isn't he down here with the rest of us?" Ruadhan asked after they ripped off a bigger chunk and threw that too, shielding just a little too late to miss another wave of smell and a shower of pieces ( ... )
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Hi, you! How goes?
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You going to hand me prompts? :)
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He paused in the darkness, fur beginning to stand on end, before he recognised the story-teller's voice and the variation on the story and carefully shook himself and went back on his way. The sentry shift wouldn't happen on its own, and he knew the Bone-witch's tale already.
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an introductory/cover letter so over-the-top ridiculous that it actually serves its purpose.
playing "identify the stain" with one's clothing.
thick, heavy air full of warm wet earth smells.
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Aodh gave himself a once over, from the weird waxy sheen on one of his shoulders to the faintly ichorous drip on the toe of his left boot, then shrugged. "Can't complain."
Yasha reached up and poked, gingerly, at the waxy thing. "What is that?"
"Um--" Aodh thought for a second. "Think tha' was part of t'summoning circle." He pointed at a broad reddish stain on his jeans, dappled through with spark-sized holes in the fabric. "Tha' was definitely part of t'summoning circle. Idiot forgot a layer for fire."
"Your boot is starting to smoulder," Screen said, her inflection just slightly edged towards Trap's.
Aodh looked down, then scuffed the ichor-covered toe through the dirt. "And tha'," he told Yasha solemnly, "'s why you don' invite jus' anything through a summoning circle."
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James sighed, rolled over on the couch a couple of times, then gave up and started trying to work out who was singing the half-harmony.
It was Giovanni and Madeleine holding the two parts separate--though if Gio's laughter was anything to go by he might be the one who broke first--which meant it wasn't Madeleine wandering between the tenor and soprano parts. Jasmine didn't have a tenor range, which eliminated her, and if Jared had a soprano range he wasn't sure he wanted proof ( ... )
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