Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
Woo, writing! This one just kinda popped into my head in the shower a few days back, and I wrote about 1,500 words longhand, because that was the only way I could focus long enough to write. Now that I've got it typed up, I may continue working with a notepad and pencil, or I may just finish it on the computer. This bit is from the Dustverse-ish Atomic Vaudeville
AU that "'Til You Feel the Daylight"
comes from as well, and it's also for the "slavery" square of an origfic_bingo
card I claimed a very long time ago
Titus draws curious glances from people, and he can't really say he's surprised. It's not his lack of clothes drawing their attention—mostly naked people are hardly a rarity in the compound. What's got them curious is the collar around his neck. He's seen his share of them—used his share of them in his days of working for eLUCIDate. Back in the city, they were common use on prisoners, but he'd been under the impression that people in the zones regarded them as a torture device and abhorred their use. Now that he's felt the effects of one on himself, he understands the terrified reactions of the prisoners from his past, and is inclined to agree with them completely.
Today Marta and I went to Cardiff and sat in the Starbucks near Cardiff Bay for a bit. Marta did some reading for a class, and I did some translation work. It was good to get out of the house and get some work done, as well as walking around a bit. It was a cloudy day, but by the time we left the Starbucks it was dark, and we got to see the Millennium Centre all lit up. It wasn't the color we were expecting, but still pretty.
Roald Dahl Plass is all fenced off in the middle, but there's no sign as to what they're actually doing there, so Marta and I decided that they're rebuilding Torchwood Three. And that the portable toilet standing near the fountain is standing on the spot where the invisible lift down into the Hub is, which makes the port-a-potty invisible as well.
ETA OMG: OR MAYBE THE DOCTOR FIXED THE CHAMELEON CIRCUIT AND THAT'S THE TARDIS AHHH.
Tomorrow night, there's a showing of Die Hard
in Cardiff, and I got myself a ticket. The movie starts at 8:30pm, and the last train home leaves at 11:15pm, so I hope I'll be able to make it. Push comes to shove I'll leave a few minutes early, because I don't really want to get stuck in Cardiff with no way to get back home.
A few nights ago, I had a dream that I summed up on Twitter as "plains, trains, and genderswap." There was something about a train trip with my classmates and teachers from Poland, something about a single car of the train getting separated from the rest and then ending up on some really desolate route that went through a bunch of fields full of flowers, and then suddenly I was at an airport, totally confused with no idea of where I was. I asked a passing-by pilot where the hell I was, and he said "you're home." So I pressed for more details, "what city?" and he was all "O_O Cardiff." because how could I not know? And then I was really angry at him, because something bad had happened with the plane? Possibly cabin decompression? And then suddenly I was Jensen Ackles, sunning myself on the wing of a ruined plane, with a veritable feast of fish and fruit laid out next to me. AND THEN I WOKE UP.
And then a couple of nights ago, I dreamt that Ben Whishaw played Lizzie Bennet in Pride and Prejudice
. I told Marta about it, and this is all her fault