Sir-Edward
Sir-William
Ariel.of.Narnia
Dearheart
dearheart: *tip-toes in*
dearheart: *quietly munches on chips and wonders what happened to Writer's Group*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Hi! Sorry!
elanorelle: *wanders in*
Ariel.of.Narnia: *comes in in sackcloth and ashes*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Sorry, sorry, sorry!
dearheart: IT'S ALIVE!!!
dearheart: *rejoices*
Ariel.of.Narnia: I am so ashamed of myself.
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
dearheart: Thirty lashes with a wet noodle for you, missy. (jk, jk...)
dearheart: (I'm one to talk; I haven't shown my face here in...like...months.)
Ariel.of.Narnia: *lower lip trembles* Does it hurt very much? Being whipped with a wet noodle?
dearheart: Oh no, it tickles DREADFULLY.
Ariel.of.Narnia: (lol)
elanorelle: I've cut myself on a dry noodle.
Ariel.of.Narnia: That's possible?
dearheart: Eep!
elanorelle: Yes, very.
Writer's Group opens ~
Ariel.of.Narnia: Wow
Ariel.of.Narnia: Aaaaaanyway
Ariel.of.Narnia: Anyone have anything to share?
Ariel.of.Narnia: (brb, sorry)
dearheart: I wish...I do have stuff but it's all in scattered bits and pieces that wouldn't make any sense, lol...
dearheart: Wha...? O.o
dearheart: Why is there a cat in the middle of my sentence?
dearheart: THAT IS WEIRD
elanorelle: It does that for words like cat ebs present and so on.
elanorelle: smiley-razz
dearheart: Woooaaahhh
dearheart: Trippy, man
elanorelle: lol
Sir-Edward: Sorry I'm late!
Sir-Edward: Is writer's over already?
elanorelle: Hey, Edward. We haven't started just yet.
Sir-Edward: Whew!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Back!
elanorelle: Hello Will!
Sir-William: Hi, Elanorelle!
Sir-Edward: Hey!
Sir-William: *waves to an Ariel*
Sir-William: *waves to a Nia and a Dearheart*
SehsisResdreamer: Goodness, the place was literally empty when I last looked and now PEOPLE
dearheart: *waves back*
Sir-William: lol
dearheart: Whooo people are great!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay, writers' is now in session!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Who has something to share?
Sir-William: I do!
Ariel.of.Narnia Then fire away!
Sir-William: Wow, are you sure?
dearheart: *shines shiny spotlight on Will for dramatic effect*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Um... yeah? Why wouldn't I be?
Sir-William shares ~
Sir-William: Evening light fell upon a hooded and cloaked figure making his way slowly through the woods. He was obviously carrying something heavy over his shoulder and grunted frequently with the exertion of it. Suddenly a shadow fell upon him from where it had been waiting in hiding on a branch above his path. At first the figure carrying the sack of unknown goods was hard set for he fell to the ground without a struggle and the combined weight of his load plus that of the attacker. However, once the sack had rolled off him, his assailant began to discover that though he sat atop his foe, he was hard beset to hold him still. This may be a strange time to introduce our main character's name, but we shall do it anyway. His name was Gregory, but we shall call him Greg for short. At that moment, Greg was wondering to himself why his opponent had not used a weapon upon him when he had jumped from the tree.
His attacker had taken him completely by surprise and he would surely have been helpless. However, now Greg was fighting back, and his opponent would not be able to hold his ground long at this rate. All at once the figure thrust a desperate hand into Greg's fallen sack, seized a small bag from within, and then leaped off into the forest. Greg new exactly what he had grabbed and was after him in a flash. Every moment it was getting darker, but there was still just barely enough light to see the fleeing thief. All at once the thief emitted an "OOF" noise and seemed to just disappear into thin air. Greg ran a little farther and then came to a stop. Gazing around through the trees gained him no clues as to the thief's disappearance. Suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of many voices laughing in the tree tops above his head. He looked up and saw numerous figures with bows standing atop various branches.
One of them seized a vine and swung gracefully down to land directly in front of Greg. Greg instinctively held out his fists in a defensive position, but the figure did not make a move against him. Instead he raised his hand and shouted up to those in the trees, "Well, lads, this looks like a jolly sort of fellow, wouldn't you say?"
There were a chorus of "Ayes" from the trees, and Greg began to be able to make out the man's face in the twilight. He was almost sure that he recognized him from somewhere. "Well you will join us for a feast of venison and the finest the forest has to offer, won't you?" The man asked inquiringly. Cheers emanated from the boughs above, and without waiting for a reply, the man seized Greg's arm and hauled him off into the forest. "But I left my pack in the woods!" Greg suddenly remembered in a flash of panic. It was still light enough to find it provided he could get rid of his escort for long enough to do so. As if sensing his thoughts, the man holding his arm pointed his figure at a brawny many nearby that to Greg's relief was holding the lost sack. After what Greg thought was a mile to a mile and a half walk full of endless singing, they reached a clearing where small shelters had been set up and fires were lit about the place.
It was almost pitch black by this time, but Greg could once again see clearly once he was within range of the fires' flickering lights. He began to look around himself again to try and make out these woodsmen better, but then he forgot it all when his eyes fell upon the face of the man who had been practically dragging him for the whole journey. "Robin Hood!" He exclaimed.
Ariel.of.Narnia: (Ha! I knew it!)
dearheart: smiley-lol
Sir-William: His exclamation was so loud that everyone within the campgrounds stopped talking and looked at Greg. Greg was rather embarrassed, but he was still too astounded being face to face with the hero of his wildest dreams to take much notice of them. Robin Hood smiled joyfully back at Greg, a mischievous glint in his bright eyes. "Yes, it is I," He confirmed Greg's statement, "but now for meat!"
Another round of cheers rang out through the soft light of the campfires and out into the dark forest. Robin Hood slapped Greg on the shoulder and then seated him at a rugged table nearby along with the others of his group. Meat was served and all present made good of it. But Greg was really quite hungry and this food did not suit him. Why you might ask? It was because it wasn't real. None of it was. Greg wished desperately that it was; that he was really standing in England years ago (okay well maybe a slightly fictionalized England, but still somewhat bound in history) a bow at his side, the light of the sun casting wavy shadows through the leaves of the trees to fall softly about him as he stood in the great Sherwood forest. He sighed and placed the stick of venison back down upon his plate. "Why my good fellow," Robin Hood exclaimed in surprise from the chair next to Greg's, "whatever is that matter with your meat?"
But Greg did not respond. Instead he raised his right hand in a strange gesture and all the sounds stopped. Everyone was completely still; not even the light moved. Then Greg went over to a nearby tree and flipped open a panel on it. He turned a yellow knob on it and the forest, campfires, people, and indeed even Robin Hood himself vanished to be replaced by a reflective metal room. The only thing still out of place was Greg's outfit. He still wore the garment that he had been travelling through the woods with for that part of the simulation was actually real. But a quick change in his quarters altered that and he was back in his regular uniform and in his proper place in the captain's chair of the bridge.
Gazing out on the millions of stars visible from his current location of space, he pondered his first mate's question. Indeed, the question of the entire crew. Where to go next? On Earth there had only been 2 dimensional choices because a compass was flat and that was still hard to decide. Now he had to make the decision on where to travel within invisible, three dimensional space.
The beeping of a com interrupted his mental debate. "Go ahead," he said simply. A voice came through clearly but with a sense of urgency. "Captain Gregory, I'm commander Quinlow, I have been informed by Star Fleet that you are the closest ship to planet A372 , also known as Wenacalova.”
"Yes, we are the nearest to that location," he replied promptly. "Why is that important?" "Well a recent survey of the area has undergone some additional research and we have found evidence of possible sentient life forms." Gregory folded his hands and pondered the commander's words.
Intelligent life on Wenacalova? The planet was said to be very habitable, but no life beyond animals had ever been found there. Hmm, this was definitely worth looking into. "We'll take a look for you, Commander Quinlow," Gregory replied with a slight smile. The commander nodded and signed off.
Sir-William: That's all I've written smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Wow. do continue!
Sir-William: smiley-lol
elanorelle: Yes, indeed! I was not expecting the latter half.
dearheart: Yeah, nice twist!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Is there a reason for the Robin Hood simulation in this sci-fi world? (or are you going to make us wait?)
Sir-William: Yes, he is an integral part of the story, not just an introduction
Sir-William: And yes, I am going to make you wait.
elanorelle: Ooh, now we only have to wait.
dearheart: Really good stuff, Will!
Sir-William: smiley-lol Thanks
Sir-Edward: Does anybody else have anything they want to share?
dearheart: Might I offer a small bit of feedback?
a'sides that, fantastic stuff
Sir-William: lol, thanks
Ariel.of.Narnia: Go ahead, Dearheart
Sir-William: Sure, Dearheart
Sir-William: Love to hear you tear my good story to pieces.
Sir-Edward: Lol
dearheart: Psssh. Naw, this is just a nitpick I promise
Sir-William: Okay
dearheart: In the beginning when the action hits, be careful not to use the word "suddenly" too much. That's a habit I had to unlearn myself lol
Sir-William: Hmm, I'll have to remember that. There are lots of words like that I can never quite decide if I use too much so it helps if other people confirm them.
Sir-William: Just so that I can be sure I'm not crazy
dearheart: Also, during action scenes, I've found it helps a lot to use short, concise sentences. It gives everything more of a "punch" and really helps the reader feel the action.
Ariel.of.Narnia: *nods*
Sir-Edward: Indeed
dearheart: And strong verbs, without too many adverbs. In quick, action-oriented scenes, less is more.
Sir-William: Right-o
dearheart: (And I'm not lecturing you lol, I'm saying a lot of this to myself too!)
dearheart: (I need looots of reminders, haha)
Ariel.of.Narnia: It's good to have a reminder about these things, Dearheart!
Sir-William: Hehe, I seesssss
elanorelle: *agrees*
elanorelle: I'm taking in some of this advice too.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Any further comments for Will?
dearheart: Aside from "DUDE THAT WAS AWESOME"...nope.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Hahaha!
Sir-William: Lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: A'right. Who' next? *looks at Ed suggestively*
Ariel.of.Narnia: *looks about*
dearheart: I...might have something?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Go for it!
dearheart: It's only a small piece of a work-in-progress, though...
dearheart: Anyway, bit of background info before I share: I'm working on my first attempt at a fantasy novel.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ooh!
elanorelle: Exciting!
dearheart: It's less of a LotR-type fantasy and more of a Narnia/Wrinkle in Time/Wizard of Oz kind of story
Sir-William: *"Oohs!" more than Ariel just did*
Sir-Edward: *lights cozy fire and sits in chair for story*
Sir-Edward: (lol I almost typed, "Sits in hair")
dearheart: And...here's the dumb part: it's based entirely off of owl city lyrics. (just because I love the whimsy in his songs and they put cool stuff in my head so don't judge)
Ariel.of.Narnia: Hahahaha!
Sir-Edward: I almost made a story based off "Hot air balloon"
dearheart: Oh, sweet!
elanorelle: Songs have the ability to do that sometimes, so that's pretty cool you're writing something about it.
Sir-William: Goody!
Sir-Edward: Bring on the story!
Ariel.of.Narnia: *totally did that with "I'm Coming After You"...*
Sir-William: I know the feeling
Sir-William: And the fact, hehe.
dearheart: Okie doke! The snippet I'm sharing takes place right after our heroine is transported to who-knows where, via magical fireflies.
Dearheart shares ~
dearheart: Blank as a white canvas.
Empty as the black space between the stars.
Silent as the breath held in the moment before the conductor raises his baton.
Nothingness, everywhere, tingling with potential…and Sam found herself spilled and scattered in the middle of it, like water from a tipped glass.
It’s a strange thing, to panic when you have no physical form to help you process it. No clammy skin or cold sweat, no racing heart, no trembling limbs. No brain to keep your thoughts inside. Just pure fear in a puddle of consciousness, running everywhere with nowhere to go and nowhere to stop.
Sam hated it. She wanted to feel solid again, to kick and scream until the nothingness shattered; but she couldn’t remember exactly what kicking and screaming were. Let alone how to do them. Everything was too abstract here, too fluid. Her mind twisted and fought to hold onto something concrete, some thought that could be translated into words again. Just one sentence. That was all she needed. /Need. I need...I want.../
/What do I want?/
/A specific question. That was good. An answer would be even better. The fear faded into concentration and she gathered her spilled instincts back together to build another thought. It took all her effort to do it./
/I want...to...exist./
Exist. That was the word. She clung to it tightly and thought that single thought as hard as she could.
/Exist. Exist! I want to exist, I want to exist, I WANT TO EXIST./
//Silly. If you want to exist, then you already do. You think, therefore you are, etcetera...goodness, child, you think very loudly.//
Another voice? Who else was here? It couldn’t be Michael; it was too mature and seasoned to be his. She felt the other presence gently bump into hers, reassuring and confident, and she was a little less anxious.
//Since you already exist, that’s not really the thing you want. What you really want is to be alive.//
/Who are you? What’s happening to me?/
//One thing at a time. Focus. Do you remember how to be alive?//
Now there was something tangible in the emptiness with her: a tiny point of light, pulsing gently. Whether she was seeing or feeling it, she couldn’t tell – perhaps the way she sensed it was somewhere between the two – but the light was bright and warm, blinking in measured, steady beats. The rhythm was comforting. It reminded her of a heartbeat.
//That’s it. Life. Can you remember how that rhythm feels inside of you? //
She could. She imagined her own heart pumping in time with the light, quiet and constant; and tried to remember the feeling of blood pushing through her veins. The clearer the memory, the more real the sensation became.
//Good, good. This is a start. How about moving?//
Movement required having something to move. So Sam followed her heartbeat and thought of the blood rushing to fill arms and legs, fingers and feet. She thought of her hooded brown eyes and dark hair, and her sun-browned skin stretching over muscles and tendons to cover her body head-to-toe. She thought of being inside it again, claiming every cell and strand of DNA as her own, fitting as perfectly as a hand in a glove.
//Oh, not a bad analogy. When the hand moves, the glove moves, too. Go on, try it! You’re almost through!//
When she reached out to touch the light, her arm reached with her.
The nothingness dissolved into a blurry-wet grayness, interspersed with patches of gold and soft blue.
//Excellent! Now brace yourself, you’re about to—//
Something near her fingertips rippled, cracked, opened...
...and if you can imagine being yanked from a warm shower into the freezing cold air without a towel, then shoved down a rollercoaster drop with a swarm of angry bees for company, you’ll have a good idea of what Sam experienced. Icy rain stung her face and arms and legs. The air howled past her ears. Her stomach flipped up into her chest. She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a gasping squeak of terror.
“Falling” is far too gentle a word for what was happening. “Hurtling” would be a better verb. Or perhaps “plummeting”? Yes, that’s the one. Sam was plummeting to her doom – a watery surface writhing thousands of feet below her – and there was nothing she could do about it.
A second wave of panic crashed through the first and this time she /did/ scream.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—”
She tumbled through a soggy raincloud, coughing and spluttering when the dampness filled her mouth. It tasted like tangerines. Tangerines? The taste caught her by so much surprise that she forgot she was still falling for a moment.
Then she felt a familiar tugging on her limbs and noticed two other impossible things. One: there were still fireflies holding onto her. Two: instead of increasing, the speed of her fall was /slowing/. The water was a few hundred feet below her now, and rather than plunging towards it, it felt like she was being quickly and politely lowered in a non-existent elevator.
Were the fireflies carrying her?
The idea was so absurd and Sam was so dizzy with relief that she laughed aloud, until tears sprang to her eyes.
“Whoo!” she yelled in joy. “I’m not gonna die! Whooooooo!”
Alas, she’d rejoiced too soon. Seconds later she came to a stop, dangling in midair at twenty feet. Cold realization settled in her stomach.
“Oh no...”
The fireflies let go.
She dropped. Shrieked. Hit the water with an undignified splash.
elanorelle: (I need to leave now. I /love/ your story so far, Dearheart! See you all later.)
Ariel.of.Narnia: (Bye, Elanor!)
dearheart: (Thank you!! Bye!)
Sir-William: Bye!
dearheart: But instead of another shock of cold and the painful belly-flop she'd been expecting, the sea felt warm and gentle as bathwater. Though it was salty, it didn't sting her eyes; and she found the courage to open them as she paddled upwards. The water around her was a flawless, crystalline shade of blue. Shafts of light danced over her, breaking, shimmering and fading into the deep. A long way off, in the shadows of a distant reef, the gleam of metal caught her eye and she thought she could see a spoked wheel, turning slowly and flickering silver under the ripples. She stopped paddling for a moment and stared, trying to get a better look. It was too far away to know for sure, but it looked an awful lot like...a Ferris wheel?
Sam blinked, shook her head and kicked herself to the surface. Whatever this dream was, it was too weird and she was done and she wanted out. Right now.
Her head broke through the waves at last, and she gulped in glorious lungfuls of air. The wind wasn't so wild anymore and the rain had slowed to a drizzle, but she was still stuck in the middle of a watery nowhere and the dream wasn't letting her go. If that was even possible. She wiped the seawater from her eyes, looking for any sign of land. As much as she wanted to wake up, she didn't want to do it by drowning if she could help it.
“Hellooo!" A voice called over the water behind her, raspy and cheerful. "Loud-Thinker Girl! Over here!"
dearheart:….aaaaaand that's all I've got so far. Sorry!
Ariel.of.Narnia: So... I totally turned on "Fireflies" partway through...
Ariel.of.Narnia: That was good stuff, Dearheart!
dearheart: Hahaha!
dearheart: Aw thanks!
Sir-Edward: AMAZING!!
dearheart: It's still really rough, it's only a first draft...
Sir-William: WOW!
Sir-Edward: FIVE STARS!
Sir-Edward: PURE POETRY!
Sir-William: SIX STARS!
dearheart: *blushes*
Sir-William: I really got drawn into the feeling of it.
Ariel.of.Narnia: "Really rough"?! I wish my first drafts were as good as that!
Sir-William: So can you literally imagine this story as you listen to a particular Owl City song?
dearheart: Well, the story literally takes place in Owl City. Like, it's a real place. So yeah, there are song lyrics incorporated aaaaall over the place.
Sir-William: Cool
Ariel.of.Narnia: Hahahaha!
Sir-Edward: Cool!
Sir-Edward: I love the idea!
dearheart: The underwater ferris wheel? That's from a line in "Umbrella Beach".
dearheart: And the fireflies are super special and mysterious and Cool Stuff happens with them later.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Cool Stuff. You know it's legit when it's capitalized.
dearheart: Totally
Sir-Edward: I assume the fireflies are from "Fireflies?"
dearheart: The plot, the characters and the main conflict are all based off of one of his newer songs, "Beautiful Times".
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ah, that one
dearheart: Gee, whatever gave you THAT idea??
dearheart: And the Bad Guys are based off of "Wolf Bite"
Ariel.of.Narnia: I especially liked the description of the shower and the rollercoaster and the bees. I laughed on the inside.
dearheart: Haha, good! I wasn't sure if the humor would get across properly or not.
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Oh, and the voice
Ariel.of.Narnia: So critical. I love her. (I assume it's a her?)
dearheart: Yes, it's a her. She's the "cab driver, turned to sky diver, then to survivor" the song mentions.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ah. *is currently listening to that song*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Any further comments for Dearheart?
dearheart: She's also a grandma.
dearheart: Her name is Rigby, but her friends call her "Rigs". (and I'll stop talking now, lol)
Ariel.of.Narnia: lol. I can picture her already
Sir-Edward: Indeed
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ed? Got anything?
Sir-Edward: Indeed
Sir-Edward: It's not my normal story though,
dearheart: Pssh. What's "normal", anyway?
Sir-Edward: smiley-razz
Sir-Edward: Good point
Sir-Edward: It's a very short story about a guy named Jordan.
Ariel.of.Narnia: You're making me wait longer, Ed?!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Haha, go ahead. I'll live
Sir-Edward: MUAHAHAHA
Sir-Edward: Sorry
Ariel.of.Narnia: No, you're not.
Sir-William: Hahaha
Sir-Edward shares ~
Sir-Edward: Jordan was almost there, Caburnia. The largest city east of the Lonely Isles, the great jewel of the Siiruvel cost. The huge city loomed over the landscape, tier upon tier of massive buildings, platforms, and, what Jordan was most looking forward to, an Inn. His stomach rumbled and he closed his eyes in an effort to block out the thought of food. He continued hiking up the long gravel track that led toward the city until he was at the very threshold of the city gate itself. He was tired but determined not to have to sleep the night outside the city walls. he hitched his haversack higher on his shoulders, then taking in a long, deep breath, he took one step forward and then another, slowly passing through the threshold of huge, towering gateway that went up so far he could see low-lying clouds touching its upper-most point. Just beyond the large gateway, was a small terrace with a figure perched lazily atop it. At Jordan's approach, the Figure stirred. "Halt and present your papers." it said in a board tone as if Jordan was the five-hundredth person to receive this scripted greeting. The thought ran though Jordan's mind that this may indeed be the case, and that If so, he should not prolong the poor guard's torture any long then he had to. "Please present your travel papers." the guard said again. Jordan dropped his train of thought and quickly stepped forward to hand the guard his travel papers.
It was then that he noticed that the guard was in fact, a gnome, which was surprising, considering the Gnomic industrial revolt of 9015 had been only thirty-five years previously, for some that had been long enough, but others don't so easily forget the past, and jobs were often scarce for gnomes even now in this new age. "These check out" the Gnome's voice cut back into his thoughts, "You may proceed." taking a breath of excitement, Jordan took his papers back from the gnome and strode briskly away from the guard post, the entry way, and the world outside. As soon as he cleared the overhead stone archway, he had to stop and gasp at the sheer size of everything! The buildings went higher and higher seemingly stacked upon one another in ever climbing stairs of tall, beautiful, structures that seemed to shine in the bright sun. He also saw hot-air balloons and graceful, streamlined Airships, their high prows breaking through the swells of air like great waves on a stormy ocean, soaring over him, around him, and between the buildings. other structures and platforms were held up by stationary balloons, suspending then high in the sky, giving them an almost ethereal look, like a city built on air.
dearheart: (Ooohhh)
Sir-Edward: Colorful banners of blue, white, gold, purple, silver and bright red floated and fluttered from almost every window and flagpole like living things. Jordan couldn't stop staring, every few seconds he had to stop and stand in place for a minute or two just to take in the sights that he was seeing. It was so unbelievable. It almost felt like a dream. He continued to walk and stare until again, His stomach rumbled and he remembered he hadn't eaten in a day and a half. His journey from the southern coast had only intersected with one stream of water, known as the "Dralgluel". But all those streams flowed from Lothgel, and no one ate nor drank anything that grew, around, flowed from, or lived in, the vale of Lothgel. At least not since the great calamity. Casting his eyes about, Jordan searched for a tavern or an Inn where he might find food and rest, a distant sign caught his eye. "The Green Goblin's Kettle" It read. Hope at last, not to mention food. He set off at a brisk pace for the large building ahead of him, still taking in the sights as he did. However just as it seemed that the tavern was within his reach, He discovered that there was in fact, a large expanse of seemingly nothing at all between him and the promise of food. Large wooden cranes were situated at each corner of a large pit, and a tall railing ran the perimeter of it. Jordan leaned over the rail, and looking down into the seemingly bottomless pit, he suddenly was aware of a light coming from the darkness way down there. Voices soon became apparent, and before long, a rope elevator hoisted five men, busy in their conversation, up to the edge of the pit.
They paused in their chatter long enough to step off the elevator, and were about to continue their banter when Jordan, still curious as to the identity of the strange, dark pit, Intruded upon the three friends conversation. "Excuse me sirs," Jordan stepped in, "but I was wondering what exactly that large pit you just exited form was," one of the men, a large, black-haired fellow stepped forward and stuck out his hand for Jordan to shake. "That there's a mine, My good man!" He said in a thick, eastern Siiruve accent, "Indeed!" said the second man, a thickly-built stout fellow with a goatee, "And we are miners!" said the third man, who had a rather impressive curled mustache. It was clear that the three men knew each other very well and had no doubt been in the mining business for quite some time. Jordan shook the man's offered hand warmly, "Hello sir! My name is Jordan!" the man's face burst into a wide grin and he laughed good-naturedly. "Pleasure my dear boy! I'm Walter, and this," here he gestured to the man with the cool mustache, "is Jacques," Walter turned and gestured to his left, where the large fellow stood, “and this is Paul." At hearing their names, the two strode forward and shook Jordan's hands warmly, "It's great to meet you three!" said Jordan, smiling, "Would you gentlemen perhaps know the way to The Green Goblin's Kettle? The three Miners in front of him laughed and Walter patted Jordan on the shoulder. "Funny thing that you should mention that old chap, we three-that being Jacques, Paul, and me of course- make it a habit to go and eat there after a day in the mines! So It's just your luck that you ran into us just now, And since you’re here, we might as well all eat together! Come on you lot! Dinner's on me!" As Jordan strode off for the Green Goblin's Kettle with his new friends at his side, he had a feeling in his heart that his time in Caburnia City was going to be a good one.
Sir-Edward: And that's all I've done
Sir-William: Yay!
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: No cliffy!
Sir-William: Lol, haha
Sir-William: It was too short to be a cliffy
Sir-William: But he has upgraded it since I last read it
Ariel.of.Narnia: So this is a steampunk-ish world?
Sir-Edward: Sorta
Sir-Edward: ish
Sir-William: I would say yes, personally
dearheart: Medieval steampunk-ish?
dearheart: Whatever it is, it's awesome. Scientific fact.
Sir-William: lol
Sir-Edward: lol Thanks
Sir-William: By the way, Dearheart, don't let a whale swallow you or it could ingest you can spit out your bones. *nods seriously*
Sir-Edward: *eyebrows*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Finding Nemo?
dearheart: But what if... *Dory voice* Weeee neee-eeeed toooo fiiiiiiiiind his SOOOOOOONNNNNN
Sir-William: Drat, busted
Sir-Edward: LOL
Sir-William: Maybe a different dialect. Try humpback
dearheart: MWUUOOOWWWWW
Sir-William: Lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: *snickers*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Well, I have a short something.
Sir-Edward: YES!
Sir-Edward: DO THAT!
Ariel.of.Narnia: O_O
Sir-Edward: SHOW US THAT!
Ariel.of.Narnia: ... Okay.
dearheart: *cozies up on the floor, chin in hands*
Sir-Edward: "this is going to be good I can tell"
dearheart: smiley-wink
Ariel.of.Narnia: It's from the new Cinderella movie and inspired by just a little tad of the soundtrack that struck me while I was watching it
dearheart: Ooohh!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Do I need to explain anything before I begin?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay, I guess not
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: Here we go.
Ariel.of.Narnia shares ~
Ariel.of.Narnia: The golden carriage pulled forward. Ella’s hopes of seeing Mr. Kit again were going to be realized after all. And the chance to see him at the ball rather than anywhere else, well, that was practically a dream come true! The carriage bumped a little, but Ella hardly noticed, she was fidgeting so. She played with her gown, her hair, her hands. She began to hum. She lifted her skirts to take off one of the magnificent glass slippers. Her eyes rested immediately on the golden butterfly and she smiled through the tears in her eyes. Fairy Godmother knew somehow and now she was taking not only Mother, but Father to the ball as well. She put on the shoe again and sat back, rearranging the fabrics about her and admiring its intricacies: the soft blue tulle sparkling still with magic and the layers upon layers of airy material shimmering whites and blues and greens and lavender. Mother really, truly would have liked this gown.
Fingering the tulle of her neckline and the butterflies thereupon, her humming turned into singing. “Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, lavender’s green; when I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen.”
At last, they had arrived. She stared up at the stairs leading up to the palace. Mr. Kit was here. She was here. But even in this dress, she didn’t belong. “I’m frightened, Mr. Lizard. I’m only a girl, not a princess.”
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” the footman urged her with his lizardy smile. Mother and Father always had called her their princess. Perhaps she could pretend again, just this once, that she was so. Ella ascended the stairs and into the halls of royalty, following the voices of instruments and that of the announcer. She knocked on the doors and they opened into a world of beauty and splendor. She sank in a deep bow to his majesty, seated on his balcony above the throng, and descended to the ballroom floor, her blue skirts seeming to usher her down each step. Ella searched for Mr. Kit and found him standing at the end of the natural pathway the people yielded to them. When she looked into his eyes, the butterflies in her stomach calmed; when she twirled in dance, the gown swished out as if in pride. She had brought a bit of her beloved parents with her and she couldn’t be. “Lavender’s green, dilly dilly, lavender’s blue; if you’ll love me, dilly dilly, I will love you.”
Ariel.of.Narnia: The end
Ariel.of.Narnia: *... couldn't be happier
dearheart: Awww! <3
Sir-Edward: *applauds!*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Thanks
dearheart: That was so sweet!
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
dearheart: LOVE the idea of her outfit being like taking a piece of her family with her, I never thought of it that way!
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Sir-Edward: *doesn't quite get it because I haven't watched the movie*
Ariel.of.Narnia: I got that from the movie itself, when she said that she didn't want a new dress as it was her mother's
Sir-Edward: I'm assuming this is based on the movie?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Then someone on YouTube pointed out that the butterflies were a connection to her dad
Sir-Edward: Cool
Ariel.of.Narnia: @Ed: Yeah, it is.
dearheart: Yeah I remembered that, but I never connected the butterflies with her dad before
Ariel.of.Narnia: I hadn't before that comment either, but now it all makes sense
Ariel.of.Narnia: And Patrick Doyle's music... wow
dearheart: Yesssss *drools*
Ariel.of.Narnia: The part that inspired me was when she descends the stairs and "Lavender's Blue" starts playing all beautiful and soaring and grand...
Ariel.of.Narnia: And that's the only reason I wrote this! lol
dearheart: I seriously teared up at that part, OMW
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Sorry, lads. Hopefully I'll have something more up your alley next week.
Sir-William: Oh, that's fine, it did sound good, I just hadn't watched the movie is all :0
Sir-William: smiley
dearheart: Oooohhhh you need to fix that, mister!
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Sir-William: lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Eh, I wouldn't say you "need" to, but anyway.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Well, unless anyone has a second piece they want to share...
Sir-William: But I guess no matter how it changes, Cinderella is still Cinderella, so I got the jist of it.
dearheart: I'm just so grateful "Cinderella" exists because we NEEDED an un-fractured, non-deconstructed, unabashedly optimistic fairy tale for once, ya know?
Sir-Edward: Going.. going?
Ariel.of.Narnia: @dearheart: Hear hear!
Sir-William: Yes, that's actually a good point.
dearheart: And they so BEAUTIFULLY captured that. And added some lovely depth to the characters in the process. dearheart: Oohhh it was so nice...
Sir-William: It is nice to sometimes just have everything be happy
Sir-Edward: Ever after
Sir-William: That's kind of a simple way to put it, but you know
Ariel.of.Narnia: @dearheart: quite so!
Sir-Edward: That is
Ariel.of.Narnia: Alright, so I've been asking around to see if everybody's okay with having writers' on Friday next week
Ariel.of.Narnia: I know Will has said he's cool with it. Will you be joining us, dearheart?
dearheart: Not sure, it depends on how long work goes for me...
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay.
Sir-William: By the way, Ariel, what time on Friday?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Normal time, 5:30. Assuming I don't lose track of time again. *blush*
dearheart: USUALLY I'm home by 5:30 - 6 so there's a good chance I'll make it
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay, hope to see you there!
dearheart: (just might be a little late, lol)
Ariel.of.Narnia: That's okay.
dearheart: I hope so too, I've missed doing this!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Writers' is adjourned!
Writer's Group dismissed ~
