Alan's having a bit of a rough night, so I'm on Morgan duty tomorrow morning. What with my crazy sleep schedule lately there's no way I'd wake up in time to feed her breakfast and get her to school. So I'm staying awake instead. See if I can't make up some of my lost ground, writing-wise.
Highlights posted as they happen.
Edit * My Soubrette - who still hasn't told me her name and therefore is still referred to as [Bitch] - is cussing up a storm. So much for the lighthearted flirt she was supposed to be! I think she's still kind of in shock from the crash, though, so hopefully she'll mellow out and become, you know, tolerable.
Ani had no idea if [Green Man] were the type of person to resort to violence, but from the look on his face, she didn't want to take the chance right that second. "Um," she said, stepping between him and [Bitch], "I think we can head back to the shuttle now. We're pretty much just in your way," she said to [Green Man], "you can probably cover more ground and discover more plants without us tagging along. So let's, [Bitch], you and me head back, okay?"
"And I’m sick of your cheerful bullshit," [Bitch] rounded on her, "you go around talking to everyone, smiling, making friends like nothing has happened. It's fake and disgusting."
I think someone needs a
good smacking nap.
Edit * Awkwardness abounds!
"I'm [Crone]," the younger woman said, so quietly [Poet] wondered if she was hoping no one would hear her.
"Hi, [Crone]," he said, and held out his hand but stopped short of touching her, unsure of how she felt about physical contact.
[Smith] adjusted the little girl on his hip while looking uncertainly at [Crone].
"Would you like me to take her for a while?" [Empress] asked him.
"Um, if she'll let you," [Smith] replied, and seemed relieved at the offer.
"Hey, sweetheart," [Empress] crooned and gently combed her fingers through the little girl's curls, "Can I hold you for a while?" The little girl looked at her but didn't respond. [Empress] held her hands out but still the little girl didn't move. [Smith] shifted but when she sensed he was trying to let go of her, she cried out and grabbed his shirt again. "Okay, okay," [Empress] said, holding up her hands and stepping back, "I'm not going to try to take you." Her voice was soothing, and [Poet] wondered how much practice she'd had talking to small children. "You can stay with [Smith]," she assured the girl, "he's taking good care of you, isn't he?"
[Smith] looked like he wasn't so sure of that, but merely readjusted her position and carried on. [Poet] looked at [Crone] for her reaction but she was pointedly observing the trees and plants, looking anywhere but at the two of them.
I thought these four would be the easiest combo to write, and here they're one of the hardest. Judge/Lorekeeper/Mage/Hermit wasn't too great, either, though Mage gave me a fantastic line:
"What about you two?" he (Judge, that is) asked the other men, "Are you engineers?"
The younger man (that's the Mage) snorted. "Hardly. I'm a [SOMETHING TECHNOBABBLY/PRETENTIOUS], though I do tinker sometimes."
Tinker?! You're lucky the Hermit (who is, in fact, an engineer) is so mild-mannered, you douchebag. I'm tempted to lock Mage in a room with Soubrette/Bitch until they both get over themselves.
On the other hand, I am pleased I've got some conflict without anyone, you know, actually being detrimental to the group.