I added 410 new words to progress the story today, and added in a couple of pieces of exposition ito yesterday's work in response to vilakins' comment.
Today's extract:
Letting Zack have first use of the shower, Rob settled himself on the big bed, leaning back against the pillows and surveying the posters as he opened his beer. Zack's tastes hadn't changed much over the past two years. He still liked the old bands that he had been to see with his Dad. One or two newer ones had crept in amongst the densely packed pictures, but they followed the pattern of being instrumentalists that Zack's Dad might appreciate just as much.
Rob preferred random synth sounds to anything created deliberately by humans, but he would go to gigs with Zack when asked. Mostly Zoe came along too, although her taste in music was different again. She liked ancient stuff: Second-wave Psychobilly and Rocka-Rolla-Disco, although the latter seemed to be undergoing a revival right now with new songs by new bands, in the old style, appearing on some of the popular music streams.
He wondered what time Zoe would get back. Hopefully she would understand that Staff Sergeant Campbell had ordered him to stay here tonight, and not try to make him go home before Zack got back from training.
The shower stopped running, and a couple of minutes later Zack came into the room, towelling his hair dry, his skin flecked with drops of water.
“You'd better get yourself sorted out,” he said. “I can smell the smoke on your clothes from over here.” He opened a drawer, and pulled out a set of training casuals. “You can borrow these.” He threw them onto the bed, closing that drawer and opening another. “If you put your clothes through the machine now, they should be dry and pressed in time for breakfast.”
I still haven't got around to introducing Zoe, but hopefully she'll turn up tomorrow.
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I added 410 new words to progress the story today, and added in a couple of pieces of exposition ito yesterday's work in response to
Today's extract:
Letting Zack have first use of the shower, Rob settled himself on the big bed, leaning back against the pillows and surveying the posters as he opened his beer. Zack's tastes hadn't changed much over the past two years. He still liked the old bands that he had been to see with his Dad. One or two newer ones had crept in amongst the densely packed pictures, but they followed the pattern of being instrumentalists that Zack's Dad might appreciate just as much.
Rob preferred random synth sounds to anything created deliberately by humans, but he would go to gigs with Zack when asked. Mostly Zoe came along too, although her taste in music was different again. She liked ancient stuff: Second-wave Psychobilly and Rocka-Rolla-Disco, although the latter seemed to be undergoing a revival right now with new songs by new bands, in the old style, appearing on some of the popular music streams.
He wondered what time Zoe would get back. Hopefully she would understand that Staff Sergeant Campbell had ordered him to stay here tonight, and not try to make him go home before Zack got back from training.
The shower stopped running, and a couple of minutes later Zack came into the room, towelling his hair dry, his skin flecked with drops of water.
“You'd better get yourself sorted out,” he said. “I can smell the smoke on your clothes from over here.” He opened a drawer, and pulled out a set of training casuals. “You can borrow these.” He threw them onto the bed, closing that drawer and opening another. “If you put your clothes through the machine now, they should be dry and pressed in time for breakfast.”
I still haven't got around to introducing Zoe, but hopefully she'll turn up tomorrow.