WIP Challenge Check-in, Day 14 -- Saturday

[linaewen]

It's Saturday!  I trust your weekend is going well for you, whether it involves writing or some other activity.

Today is a good opportunity for sharing general comments about our writing, ask questions, request beta help (or offer it!), or share a snippet of something you are working on.

Have a great weekend!

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[crowdog66]

~1400 words written today, and Chapter Eight posted of "Solstice and Equinox" (Julian and Garak fence over lunch, and Julian deceives the great deceiver... he hopes).

It's been an excellent week in terms of output, but I really want to shift focus to work on "Ovum" in the next couple of days. The main characters are having a discussion concerning abortion that I want to wrap up, although I suspect that some of my readers don't like the fact that the subject has come up at all.

In the meantime, here's a 280-word snippet of some work I did on a future chapter of "Solstice and Equinox". If it looks interesting, you can read the full 658-word scene excerpt here.

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[News has gotten around that Bashir recently offered Garak a betrothal bracelet (which Garak is holding onto pending a decision one way or the other), and while he’s received his share of congratulations some people aren’t so happy for him…

[So there’s Julian and Garak, having lunch in Quark’s bar on their usual weekly schedule, discussing literature as is their wont, when out of the crowd strides a spectacularly angry Major Kira, who responds to Julian’s greeting by hauling off and punching him squarely in the nose. Julian goes down, Garak leaps out of his chair, and Quark comes running while Kira and Garak trade some choice words. As Julian struggles to his feet Quark tries to defuse the situation…]

"Whoa, come on — we're all friends here —"

"'Friends?'" Kira's eyes were afire. "Is that what you call it?"

"A perfectly accurate term." Seeing her glare still fixed on Julian, Garak narrowed his eyes and quickly stepped between the Human and the enraged Bajoran. "Don't," he told her in a silky voice that sent a cold chill down Julian's spine. "Don't even think about it."

Kira's shoulders stiffened, her fists clenching again, but before she could move or speak a small cluster of Bajoran and Federation security officers hastened into the bar, led by Odo. "What's going on here?" he demanded, taking in the scene — Bashir leaning on a table and holding a napkin to his bloody nose while Quark nervously hovered, Kira and Garak facing each other down, the rest of the bar's patrons watching avidly — with laser precision.

"Ah, Constable!" Garak's tone bounced back to something closer to its normal vivacity. "I've never been happier to see you! Doctor Bashir was just assaulted by Major Kira — without provocation, I might add — while we were enjoying a quiet —"

"Without provocation!" Kira stared at him and at Julian behind him, almost quivering with outrage, before turning to Odo with a nearly pleading cry, half-laughing. "You've heard what's going on! I'd say that a Federation officer taking up with a —" She bit back what was clearly an epithet and settled for gesturing savagely in Garak's direction. "That, is plenty of 'provocation'! This is a betrayal of everything Starfleet promised us when they came to this station!"

Odo's gaze dwelt on her for a long moment, then shifted to Garak and to Julian before coming back to her. "You assaulted him? Is this true?"