Friday October 14th
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Its Friday, time for free for all discussion: cheers for word count achieved and fics posted, complaints about lack of progress/inspiration, snippet posting and requests for betas, (or for prompts or bunny exchanges perhaps).
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Date: Friday, October 14th, 2011 23:56 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, October 15th, 2011 08:10 (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sunday, October 16th, 2011 16:21 (UTC)There're are sometimes a few drop outs, so if I'm done in time, I like to be able to pinch-hit. I really hate when people don't get their story. I've been stiffed a couple times and it always feels *awful*, so I try to be available for those last minute emergencies. Which means I have to be ahead of schedule with my own fic!
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Date: Saturday, October 15th, 2011 05:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, October 15th, 2011 07:56 (UTC)It amazes me how much a fic can change in my head between the times I come back to the written version - even over a short period. For me this has meant that Ive got big style differences between chapters and a lot of editing to do!
Good luck with juggling the fic and the midterms.
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Date: Saturday, October 15th, 2011 05:52 (UTC)I have a bunny up for adoption. It doesn't belong to any particular fandom, but it certainly doesn't suit my present one (Hikago) as there's culture and genre incompatibility (there's never murder in Hikago, the worst it gets is when people throw Go stones at each other!)
So. You know those 'murder-mystery' weekends, where people pay to spend a weekend in a hotel and solve a whodunnit set up by actors. My idea is what if a real murder was committed on one of these weekends - especially if the victim was one of the few in the know of how the weekend's 'mystery' was supposed to be arranged - cue complete confusion between real and false clues. I think there's good potential for convoluted plot. I also suspect that somewhere, somehow, somebody must have done this already. Ring any bells, anyone? Feel free to adopt the bunny if you fancy it. I might feed it to the kink meme if it continues to bug me.
Snippet - Islands - Midnight swim
Date: Saturday, October 15th, 2011 07:24 (UTC)He ran though the darkness of the hotel grounds. It was pure stupidity in a place you didn't know but Touya was too angry to care. His feet punched the ground. He relished the pain and the sense of speed. How could Shindou? How could he? his stride spelt out. He veered around the looming shapes of some ornamental bushes and set off once more toward the lights of the resort.
Touya wanted to run the image of Shindou and that girl out of his head but it wasn't going away. The Shindou of his fantasies - his Shindou - and the one of the last quarter of an hour were fighting it out inside him and he felt sickened.
He stopped, panting. He'd arrived back at the pool, which was deserted but for a few small signs of life from the hotel and the hum of the pumps. On his face the damp of his own sweat mixed with that the vapor rising from the water itself. He tasted the salt of both on his lips.
He wanted to be in the place of that girl Shindou was kissing, as though it was so simple. But Shindou had said it himself: he didn't want to have a relationship with a Go player ever again. Couldn't be clearer than that.
He couldn't afford to hope about Shindou anymore, nor ponder his rival's love-life, he'd go crazy. But how could he go about ridding himself of that hope when it is was so sweet.
The water was making tiny sounds by itself, no longer hidden behind human voices as it was in the day. Its heat was beckoning him. He didn't have a towel or robe. But there was no one here.
He stripped, and leaving his clothes in heap behind him and stepped towards the lapping until he could feel the pool edge under his toes. What light there was reflected off the pool fog itself. Blanketed from the world he slipped naked into the water.
It was like a warm bath, if not for the slight sulfurous smell. The water and its garment of steam engulfed him like a warm cloud. He swam, his movements dulled by the heat which soaked into his muscles. He tried to push himself as he had when running but the heat was like treacle slowing him and leaving him breathless within minutes.
The pool edge was hidden in the mist somewhere so he simply struck out in one direction and kept swimming, ducking his head to let the warmth of the pool touch him all over, soak his hair and reach every part of him. Abruptly, his hand hit the end wall and he hauled himself out, instantly shivering in the February air. His legs shuddered slightly from the change as he followed the pool edge around toward the hotel.
He had to get dry before he froze. Someone had left a fluffy hotel bathrobe lying over a lounger and he took it gladly, wrapping himself up and feeling ten times warmer.
Touya was tired now. But 'fantasy Shindou' had faded with his energy. He crept upstairs, not caring what or who he'd find in the room. His one thought was sleep.
When he got there, the room was dark. He pointedly didn't look towards Shindou's bed but his ears told him there was only one person there.
Touya lay down on his bed without changing and fell asleep almost instantly.
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Date: Saturday, October 15th, 2011 18:45 (UTC)