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17 - Chatham. Something something consistent something something.
āFuck, fuck, fuckā Chatham swore into the basin. The water was hot, nearto steaming, and sheād have recognized it scalding her hands if she could sparethe attention to recognize the pain. She scrubbed hard, driving a deep crimsonstain and not a few skin cells down the drain as she ground her palms togetherin a combination of terror and fury. A cracked mirror dangled unevenly abovethe sink, and she glanced up into it, appalled at the face that gazed back ather. It was a grim visage that could not have been her own ā the eyes were darkcircles, a hint of mascara staining the cheek; a wisp of matted, dark blondhair hung over a forehead caked in dust and blood. On a different day she mighthave gasped at the shock of her own countenance, warped so thoroughly from itsearlier meticulous poise, buther eyes instead flitted nervously between the running sink and the door wedgedshut behind her. Sheād nearly kicked the door off its hinges as sheād fled intothe bathroom, the heel of her shoe snapping at the impact as the barking oforders and smell of gunpowder echoed down the gilded hallways.
She reached one hand from the sink to her hip for her phone to find onlythe ripped satin of her gown. āStront,ā shesaid, rolling her eyes back in panic āGibson, can you hear me?ā she hissed,hoping the audio feed in her glasses could still reach her mobile in the pocketof her purse somewhere out in the main hall, and returned to washing theblood-spatter from her neck.Ā Ā
āOut, damn spot!ā the digitalassistant replied with its usual irreverence. āThat is not your blood, Ipresume?ā The truth was that some of it was hers, and some of it not. A timewhere she might tell the difference had long since passed, a sad testament topredicaments both past and present.Ā She patted herself down reflexively to inspect for any organic damage, and to her relief finding none.Somewhere out in the main hall,the body of at least one of the assailants was not so lucky- ever cautious, theWebley sheād strapped to a thigh-holster under her gown had left a fairly sizable.38-sized hole in whomever sheād managed to hit.Ā
āI need you to call the Met,now.ā
Santomas coughed and heaved beside her, wheezing with labored breath.Sheād propped him in a heap against the toilet stall, his face and hands a gorymess from the glass shrapnel that had rained on him when the main chandelierhad exploded. The cuts werenāt deep, and with stitches heād be fine, but he waswoozy with anemia and likely going into shock. Chatham had half-carried,half-dragged him down to this bathroom when the firing started.
āAnd EMS.ā
9, 11, and 15 :)
9. Are you an artist?
Oh thatās a loaded question. It depends on what you define as art? I canāt draw or paint for shit. Iām seriously bad at it.Ā Ā I think I take okay photographs, but I need more practice. Iām a mediocre instrumental musician at best and since my voice changed in my teenage years Iāve lost all sense of singing pitch.Ā Iām a pretty decent swing dancer, which maybe counts? So for visual or performing arts, Iām going to say no.
Iām a tolerable writer. Ref: this blog that people follow for some reason.
11.Ā Describe your ideal day.
Itās 55 degrees and raining lightly. October, probably. I get up, check the news, and get some light exercise. I shower and eat some breakfast, then curl up in the Ikea chair by the window reading and writing and nursing a cup of tea. Just before lunch I wander over to Hard Sell house to catch the late football game, association probably but maybe even gridiron. Bran and I go to the market and find whateverās fresh, then back to the house where the wife joins us for afternoon cocktails and discussion. We make dinner, eat, and drink, and laugh. Later in the evening we watch a film or argue passionately about something entirely academic, and probably drink a little bit too much. Suddenly itās midnight and the wife has fallen asleep on the couch; the band goes to bed and I carry her home.
15. Five most influential books (in no particular order):
*The Unoriginal Sinner and The Ice Cream God - John R Powers*Neuromancer/Count Zero/Mona Lisa Overdrive - William GibsonĀ *The Guns of August - Barbara Tuchman*The Killers - Ernest Hemingway (technically a short story)*Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut
(Runners up include E E Cummings: Complete Works 1904-1962, The Metaphysics of Morals by Immanuel Kant, Madness Visible: A Memoir of War by Janine di Giovanni, The Cold EquationsĀ (short story) by Tom Godwin, The Man In The High Castle by Philip K Dick, The Crimean War by Orlando Figes, After Virtue by Alasdair MacIntyre, Collected Works of P Virgilius Maro)
andrezelĀ replied to yourĀ post:Ā /crashes in well, hello, forgot i existed over...
missing you!
baroness! Ā did you know thereās a new historical fiction about the blixens and the mistress-whose-name-iāve-forgotten? Ā circling the sun, by paula mclain (of the paris wifeĀ fame). Ā i havenāt read it yet, but we have it at the bookstore and itās very pretty and golden.
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have i told my headcanon about el?
you have not
but you really really shoould

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andrezel replied to your post:Dumb question: Is Mare Meicigama supposed to be a...
meicigama is the chippewa word for michigan⦠so its a language mix
Hahahahaha thatās even better I love you dorks so much