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I call it Knitting for Dummies. Hehe. Just wrap and pull over and over. You can get complicated and make neat things with them, but I've only ever made hats and tube shaped scarves.

I apologize if I am amiss, but did you use to go by "Storme Hawk" on this Board?

I generally try to avoid TvTropes (find the whole thing to be a bit too timewastey), and I was hoping to go a bit off the beaten path, but I can't deny the presence of like-minded individuals on that site. And besides, any lead I get at this stage is worth following.

Thank you :).

...this is making me pretty interested in it. I'll go check it out again, this time with a deeper scan.

-Twistey

I'll see what I can think of for a character for myself.

I joined in 2011, but I don't post very much because I tend to not know what to say.

For video games, I like Sonic, Zelda, Undertale, and Splatoon games, but mostly the Splatoon games. Lately, I've been playing Splatoon 2.

On my free time, I just lurk, hang around in chat, read sporkings on das-sporking, do greater-than killer sudoku puzzles, and occasionally read novels from the library.

Ozzielot

I go by LostGirl on Showdown, I'm really sorry about the confusion, meet you back in Writing @ 8:30 your time tomorrow

... What was that thing you emailed Miss Cam about? I don't recall if it was ever discussed on the Board.

(I mean, if you still can't disclose it, that's also fine. :V)

What's the craziest theory you've ever had become canon about something that ISN'T PPC?

"I'm going to count backwards from five, and then you'll fall asleep." Doctor Fitzgerald gave Ix's hand a gentle squeeze. "Five... Four... Three—"

She woke up, blinking groggily. Her entire chest hurt, and it felt like she'd been punched in the sternum. She tried to suck in a deep breath and winced when she realized her breathing was restricted by the bandages wrapped around her.

"Ch'rl'tte?" she slurred, her head flopping to one side. "Ch—Ch—Ch—"

Small, soft hands caught hers and squeezed. "I'm here, hon," Charlotte said. Her bespeckled face swam into view and Ix blinked again, smiling.

"Ch—Charlotte," she stuttered. "Charlotte. Chaaaarlotte!"

"I'm here," Charlotte repeated. "I'm here, Fwai. How are you feeling?"

"Chaaarlotte!" Ix's hand tightened on Charlotte's and she pulled her closer. "Did, did, did they, did they cut my boobs off?"

Charlotte laughed and put her other hand on Ix's. "Yes, hon, they did," she said. "And no, you're not dreaming this time. You were out for an hour and a half—whoa!" She put a hand on Ix's shoulder when she tried to sit upright. "Hey, careful, take it easy there."

Ix slumped back against the pillows and closed her eyes.

She woke again several minutes later and looked around, feeling a little less out of sorts than before. She frowned, taking several breaths. Her head was starting to clear now as the remainder of the anesthesia wore off. "Charlotte?"

Her hand was caught again and squeezed, and Charlotte smiled down at her. "You with me now?"

"I think so. Ow." Ix looked down at her chest, wrapped in bandages held in place by a compression vest. Her stomach rumbled and Charlotte laughed.

"Hungry?"

"Starving," Ix said. She made to sit up again, brushing Charlotte off when she tried to keep her from doing so. "I could eat an entire horse right now."

"We'll get you food as soon as you're cleared to leave," Charlotte promised, gently cupping Ix's cheek. Ix leaned up to kiss her, and Charlotte bent down to close the distance so her fiancée wouldn't strain herself.

They broke apart and Ix smiled. "Thank you for being here."

Charlotte scooted her chair closer so she could lean her head on Ix's shoulder. "Wouldn't miss it for anything."


((It's not a reunion after a long separation, but waking up post-op can be pretty scary and it's a relief to see your family when you're waking up all delirious. Prompts were made to be bent, after all.))

Assuming this is the same as what I have, it's a thing with pegs in a shape or pattern - mine are circular - that you wrap the yarn around, then pull it over the next row of wrapped yarn, push it down, and repeat. End as instructed.

(This is not a very clear description, I imagine, but I'm trying, I promise.)

Yeah, that whole paragraph is really clunky, and looking back that is a blatant fragment... I fixed it up like so:

But he did take his canon studies seriously. Almost as seriously as Thoth did. And so in those rare times when their schedules aligned, the two partners might be found alongside one another, lost in books. Over time, an informal rule had developed that speaking was only permitted should one of them have questions regarding their studies, typically Thoth inquiring to Tom about “ancient” earth culture, or Tom asking for clarification on 40k minutiae.

As Tom was just about to.

I think that's a bit better. Hopefully it's not a run-on now, but I'm pretty sure I managed to avoid that.

Anycase, I am really glad that you enjoyed it, because I was, of course, a bit worried about that (who wouldn't be?).

Oh, and do read the mission when you have time. I can't provide any unbiased perspective on it, but if you have half as much fun reading it as I did writing it then it should be good. Besides, it features Warsheep. Warsheep, Brotherhood, and silly dramatic entrances.

Because I've been here almost an hour at the moment. I am BST at the moment, so assuming you are East Coast, you should be 5 hours behind me (and so it should be almost 6:30pm for you). If you're not actually 5 hours behind me I apologise for not showing, but as this is it's the second time we've missed each other. Please also let me know if you're going to be on as a name other than EPL (like I'm Ihavenoinsurance on Showdown). I'm really looking forward to this battle so I hope we can sort this out.

Novastorme

The point is, after all, that they inspire something. While it is fun to see different takes, a prompt fill that mainly used the prompt as a jumping off point can be great too.

This one had me laughing by the end. I also like how your characters are getting along; I mainly remember them from your Permission request still (I...do have your mission with Neshomeh open to read. It will get read. It hasn't yet, though, partly because I seem to have missed it when it first came out). Anyway: growth of partnership is always interesting to explore, both as a writer and as a reader.

My favorite lines (though I also enjoyed pretty much the entire last section, beginning right after Thoth's explanation) would have to be:

"He claimed to take video games seriously, but there was a chance he was doing that ironically, in which case it didn’t count." --fun line, right at the beginning. Something about it grabbed me.

"Grand Unified Thoth" --perfect. That's about where I started grinning.

And one bit of concrit: in the second paragraph, the final sentence ("Thoth occasionally inquiring to Tom about “ancient” earth culture, and Tom asking for clarification on 40k minutiae.") is...a fragment, if I have the right term, and not the type that fiction, etc writers can use for effect. It ought to be rephrased or blended with the previous sentence--it could potentially be broken after "lost in books." The new sentence could be something like "They only looked up to question one another, Thoth occasionally inquiring..." Or it could become two more sentences, like so: "They only looked up to question one another. Thoth occasionally inquired...and Tom asked for..." It could be played with even further, but by that point I think I'd just be rephrasing it into my writing style, which is not the point.

...although, that does give me a thought for a different kind of writing exercise. People answer prompts, and then choose one that catches their eye to rewrite in their own style. Could be fascinating.

...anyway. Back to the actual review: this was a fun prompt fill to read. Nicely done! :)

~Z

Kozar was standing in a field. It wasn't the Courtyard; if anything, he realized, it strongly resembled Bella and Edward's meadow, albeit with crumbling stone walls, upon one of which sat--

"Ah," he said, and nodded. "I am dreaming."

The Earther turned to look at him. She'd been kicking one heel idly against the wall, looking out over mountains that belonged in Middle-earth; he'd recognized her without seeing her face.

She smiled at him, one corner of her mouth pulling higher than the other. "Hey, Kozar. No, wait--" She frowned in concentration. "Qapla'. Did I say it right?"

"Your accent has not improved," Kozar said dryly. He walked over, standing at her shoulder. "You also have the wrong word."

Her lip curled. "You'd think I'd get it by now. What'd I actually want?"

"nuqneH."

She repeated it, mangling the pronunciation. "I hate languages."

"I'm aware." The mountains were snow-capped. He knew from experience that elven disguise was the best way to traverse them. "Why do I dream of you, Allison? Have you grown restless in Sto-vo-kor?"

She shrugged. "Maybe you're just restless here. Or, hey--you miss me! That's not too much of an Earther thing for you, is it?" The smile returned.

"Allison."

She patted the wall beside her, more confident than she'd ever been in life. "Sit. Let's stare at some mountains together." She held his gaze when he stared, and smiled as he snorted. "Come on, indulge a ghost."

"A spirit," he corrected her, even as he sat. "A remnant. A--"

"A memory."

He nodded.

"Fine, then, indulge a memory," Allison said. She hesitated--she generally had--before leaning against his shoulder. "I...kind of miss you, y'know."

"Do you?"

She nodded. "We only got, what, half a year together? I'd been hoping for, y'know, a longer partnership."

"A longer life."

Another nod. "Well, yeah. Who doesn't?"

Kozar sighed, and nudged her shoulder with his. "Klingons don't complain about dying in battle."

Allison made a face. "I'm human. I'd rather have died in my bed, from old age."

"I have noticed that Earthers enjoy complaining," Kozar said solemnly.

It made her laugh. "It's an international sport! Someone really should've gotten it into the Olympics by now."

Kozar grinned. "You would leave with the gold."

"Oh, come on." Allison rolled her eyes at him. "I don't complain that much, Kozar."

Kozar sobered slowly. "You did not.” He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Typically for a dream, he could feel only the stone he sat on and Allison at his side, and even that was muted. “I don’t understand. What reason could I have to dream of you now?”

Allison shrugged, tilting her head back to squint at the sky. “Dunno. It’s your dream, Kozar; I’m just the guest star.”

“Everything is normal,” Kozar said. “I lack nothing. Victoria’s Pov is in good health, my friends are well. Missions are still good enough at providing opportunity to do battle. Even my partner is tolerable. Why should I dream of you now?”

Allison shrugged again, and resumed kicking her heels against the wall. “Dunno. Maybe…”

“Maybe?” Kozar turned his head. It still surprised him, a little, that it didn’t hurt to see her. Early on, he’d barely been able to look at the few pictures he had of her (of them), much less manage to meet her eyes. He should have been by her side--but that was an old fact. To his private relief, it had ceased to feel like a crushing weight over a year prior.

Allison was still squinting at the sky. She suddenly seemed the slightest bit ethereal; it did not suit her in the slightest. “Maybe you want me to know you’re okay, or something. Restless memories, and stuff. I mean, we kind of had plans, didn’t we? We’ll be coming up on five years soon.”

A different weight settled onto his shoulders: regret. “You wanted to celebrate.”

“Uh-huh.” Allison nodded, and turned to meet his gaze. “Five years, Kozar. It’s pretty cool. Or, y’know, it would’ve been.” She shrugged. “I’m kind of used to disappointment, I guess. Though you could go do something anyway.”

“Alone.” It wasn’t quite a question. “The...my current partner has no place in this.”

“Or you could bring T’Zar,” Allison said. “You know, your friend? Who’s also an alien from your home canon, which is all kinds of odd with the different wars and stuff?”

“Perhaps,” Kozar allowed. The Vulcan had proven herself surprisingly good company for similar matters. “If I do this--you will return to your place in Sto-vo-kor?”

“Think I’m already kind of going,” Allison pointed out. She was right: her form was slowly fading away. “Besides, who says I’m there?”

“You are not in Gre’thor,” Kozar growled. Allison, among the souls of the dishonored? No. “I fought for your place in Sto-vo-kor. You—”

“Human,” Allison reminded him. “I could be anywhere, really. Or nowhere, I guess, but that’d be pretty boring. Let’s stick with Sto-vo-kor.” She continued to fade, until she was completely translucent.

Kozar stared at her, even as he felt the dream begin to fade as well. “How did you manage to mispronounce that?”

He woke up with Allison’s muted giggles in his ears.


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((Klingon words from the internet, information on Sto-vo-kor and Gre'thor from Memory Alpha's main article on Klingons.))