Day 7

[tawek.livejournal.com]

Please post today's updates and any excerpts / thoughts / etc in comments.

Here's today's daily prompt for your updates and any excerpts, thoughts etc.

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[azdak.livejournal.com]

Ugh, this has been one of those mornings when every word has to be dragged kicking and screaming onto the page. Definitely one for the re-writes.

Music II:

The read-through proceeded straightforwardly enough. Arthur, flipping through the script, was disappointed to discover how few lines he had. Elsa, of course, had the lion's share, followed by Dorsday. Arthur looked across at Brandhofer, and discovered the man was following the text with his finger, his lips moving silently as he read, and had to repress a contemptuous grin. The fellow was barely literate. Sure enough, when it came to reading his own lines aloud, Brandhofer stumbled over the longer words, his pronunciation a vile mixture of local dialect and proper German.
When he came to the end of Dorsday's proposal to Elsa – that he would pay off her father's gambling debts in return for being allowed to look at her naked for fifteen minutes – he looked up at the director, frowning in puzzlement.

"'Tain't right," he said. "He do be a right twisted one, this Dorsday. What does he want to be looking at little girls without their clothes on for?"


BPE (A bit of plotting. This fits in somewhere before Tommy orders Jim to seduce Dildo):

JIM: That creepy kid's still out there.

DILDO: Zoe?

JIM: How do you remember the names of all these losers?

DILDO: Maybe it's because I care?

JIM: Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a nice person. Well, Zoe the Zombie's watching the door, hoping to collar us when we come out. "Pleeeease, Mister, I wanna be on TeeeVeee!"

DILDO: Don't call her that. It's mean.

JIM: But she looks like a zombie. Did you see the way she shambles about? And her skin's that awful grey colour. What do you reckon she's got in that bag?

DILDO: All her worldly goods, probably. She's got "runaway" written all over her. Parents are alcoholics, I'd guess. Or she's got an abusive stepfather. Something like that.

JIM: Maybe it's her stepfather's head she's got in the bag. (Off DILDO'S LOOK) Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I'm not a nice person.

[azdak.livejournal.com]

I've just discovered, to my amusement, that my daughter's school music book has Klimt's Music I on the cover.

[kalinda001.livejournal.com]

More progress.



The Trykor's docking hatch led to a corridor somewhat similar to the Sedener's, but comparing the two would be like saying a tiger is just a bigger cat. It was considerably wider, enough to drive a few tanks through two abreast, and someone who wasn’t colour blind and completely without taste or imagination, had chosen dignified shades of blue and grey to colour its walls.

The greeting party, if that was what it was, outnumbered them by two to one. The Admiral - it was hard to mistake the row of stars stuck on his ranking strip - was a tall, imposing man with thinning brown hair and shrewd, judging grey eyes. Beside him was an officer, a sub-commander by rank, plus a lieutenant and an assortment of troopers wearing side arms.

Captain Tarn stood to attention as his own small party lined up behind him. "Admiral."
"Captain…Tarn, is it?"
"Yes, sir."

Verel's eyes raked the line behind him, homing in on Adrian's impassive face. "And Stannis?"
Tarn turned and introduced his men. "This is Lieutenant Stannis and…"
The Admiral said, "The Lieutenant will follow my first officer, Sub-Commander Chell."
"I don't understand, sir," Tarn looked uncertainly at the Admiral.

Verel was no longer paying attention to Tarn. His voice was like tempered metal as he addressed Adrian. "I expect my orders to be followed immediately, Lieutenant."
Chell said, "This way."

There was no reaction on Adrian's face as he followed the first officer. He no longer had any expectations, that way nothing could surprise him anymore. Four guards fell into step behind him. Kali was about to go after them but Bryce blocked her with a case.

Tarn said, “Admiral, the Lieutenant has agreed to cooperate, you...”
“Are you presuming to tell me what to do, Tarn?” Before the Admiral, the rest of them were faceless nuisances, without even benefit of rank.
“No, Admiral, I would never presume. It’s just...” Tarn was a prudent man, though less charitable, narrow-minded people might have a different name for him. “Nothing, sir.”
“Good. I was afraid you had something further to add.”
“No, nothing.”
“You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, sir.”

Captain Tarn looked briefly at Kali and then he turned and went back down the docking tunnel. A lonely figure fleeing the scene of battle.

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

Just a dialogue between My Original and still Utterly Beloved Heroes - yes, it's Blakes 7, follows on from - and slightly changes - that little misunderstanding in the last episode :) and 'tis here (http://sallymn.livejournal.com/430483.html).

[just-ann-now.livejournal.com]

I got the Apple drabble (http://community.livejournal.com/tolkien_weekly/604003.html) finished, hooray! Now I can focus on the Swordspoint thing for the rest of the weekend with a clear conscience.

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

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.