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on 2015-07-12 12:14 am (UTC)Such a pleasing phrase, this.
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on 2015-07-12 07:28 am (UTC)Ruby seems pretty competent!
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on 2015-07-15 05:21 pm (UTC)A Matter of Time
on 2015-07-11 03:55 pm (UTC)Excerpt:
Had Archer taken the time to learn a little more about Vulcans instead of being mad at them all his adult life, he would know that cramped quarters aren’t something they are really uncomfortable with. Their current deeps space vessels may be huge, elegant monstrosities, but just a century earlier their explorers travelled in tiny scout ships with a crew of eight or ten at most, where privacy was an unknown concept. Only time-honoured Vulcan discipline made it possible to spend years in those tiny metal boxes without murdering each other – and the fact that the crew usually consisted of bonded couples.
But that is something humans won’t know until the 23rd century when a Vulcan-human hybrid named Spock – the first such fusion that happens the natural way, albeit with the considerable support of comparative genetics and advanced medical technology – reveals to his commanding officer, a certain James T. Kirk, how the very first contact between Vulcans and humans really happened.
At the moment, however, Ianto is the only one aboard who knows these facts (with the possible exception of T’Pol), so he finds one cannot blame Captain Archer for his preconceptions.
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on 2015-07-12 12:19 am (UTC)Are you going to write the very first human-Vulcan contact story or only teasingly allude to it?
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on 2015-07-25 09:43 pm (UTC)Very interesting snippet! It is very interesting to see more details on Vulcan society, and very intriguing.
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on 2015-07-11 09:36 pm (UTC)Edward halted, and placed a hand on Linda's arm. "Some officers keep their families entirely in the dark about what the job entails, and don't see relationships formed in the course of operations as infidelity. I could never live like that, and I couldn't live with someone who thought that way. It wouldn't be fair on Roo."
"I know." Edward had asked Linda to sign the Official Secrets Act as soon as it became clear she wasn't going back to her old Force, but he'd never talked to her since about his former government work, or any of his past colleagues other than Raymond. "You think Christophe has a family somewhere?"
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on 2015-07-11 11:37 pm (UTC)I had a thought. The night I was having, I was surprised my brain could still fumble its key into the office lock, let alone grope its way to the filing cabinets and shift something to the out-tray. ‘You don’t think they could be behind… that missing persons case we’ve been working on?’
Harebell dug in her purse, pulled out a little bronze cylinder, placed it in the middle of our table with all the care of somebody who didn’t get drunk very often, activated it. The band stopped playing like the owner’d called break at a cut-rate club. ‘It did happen a few weeks after the boy’s nameday,’ she said.
‘Is that what I think it is?’ I went.
‘If you think it’s a sound summoner, then yes.’
‘That’s not CHOP issue.’
‘No, Dolph gave it to me. Thought it might come in handy for work. It’s not a Ministry one, either.’ Sure enough there was a little Sheth rune for Shelieth on top, bobbing about in all the wavy lines. ‘I’ve always wondered who was listening in on those.’
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on 2015-07-12 12:28 am (UTC)Magical bugs?
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on 2015-07-12 12:12 am (UTC)***
“’Coincidence’. Seriously?” John said. “I can’t even read the word without your voice echoing in my head about the universe and laziness.”
Sherlock swiped his thumb across the screen of Kit’s mobile once more. “Unless the cat was an operative tasked with stopping Kit from getting away with the photographs, I’d say it was a coincidence that he ran her over a few steps from our front door.”
“Moments before you arrive home?”
“Even so,” Sherlock said.
John got up from his chair to press a hand to Sherlock’s forehead. A grey paw swatted at his wrist. “Oi, he was mine first,” John said, removing his hand. “Well, you don’t have a fever.”
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on 2015-07-12 05:09 am (UTC)And good news! I got my computer back earlier than planned from the Apple Store AND it was cheaper to fix than they thought! What a relief. It was a lot easier to do this writing tonight in my usual spot with my trusty laptop. :)
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