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Scheduled Maintenance 'Stravaganza
Shortly, LJ will go down for scheduled maintenance for approximately two hours. Whatever will we do in those hours of forced disconnection?
I KNOW!
Let's write. :)
Spend some or all of the LJ downtime writing and then comment here with what you've written. A sentence, a drabble, a thousand words for those of you who can compose off the cuff--whatever you've got post it! It's like lorraineflashfic. LOL
And your prompt is ..... REGULARLY SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE.
Feel free to spread the word. Much like Fivel gazing out of his window and knowing that somewhere out there his family looks up at the same moon, I like the thought of all us engaged simultaneously in the awesomeness of making more fic.
I KNOW!
Let's write. :)
Spend some or all of the LJ downtime writing and then comment here with what you've written. A sentence, a drabble, a thousand words for those of you who can compose off the cuff--whatever you've got post it! It's like lorraineflashfic. LOL
And your prompt is ..... REGULARLY SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE.
Feel free to spread the word. Much like Fivel gazing out of his window and knowing that somewhere out there his family looks up at the same moon, I like the thought of all us engaged simultaneously in the awesomeness of making more fic.
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Oh my.
*preens*
We do seem to be getting along like a house on fire, don't we? :)
I don't remember us talking before the past few days. What brought you over this way, if you don't mind me asking? (I always enjoy meeting new fandom people!)
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I have a professional background in writing along with just being a pretty fussy consumer of reading material, so I really appreciate fandom authors who have a genuine grasp of good storytelling and a solid literary voice.
I try and friend folks along those lines- or if they are terrifically silly.
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You are certainly making me feel fantastic this evening.
Well, welcome to the crazy train! I haven't been writing nearly as much as I'd like to lately which is pretty much a bummer, but hopefully I'll be done with my dissertation soon and then I can play all the time again.
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I do not envy you. Such a totally bad-ass undertaking. Props like mad to you, though.
I'm coming up on the end of the zaniest BS ever at a non-tradiional SUNY school- basically I'm getting a degree in talking about American pop culture like an anthropologist.
And- of course!- I am going intoa field that has nothing to do with that. Irony is the Real spice of life, yo.
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You would not be the only person I know who is working in a field entirely different from hir degree.
Your school sounds kinda fantastic. You're getting a degree in awesomeness. Who doesn't love pop culture?
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Lorne and Cam at the pool tournament
Re: Lorne and Cam at the pool tournament
I love that Cam's perception of Lorne is a skewed from the perception of him we have while watching Atlantis. On Atlantis, Lorne is never one of the scientists--he's pretty much a consummate officer, but of course that wouldn't be the case under the mountain.
Excellent!
I'm almost done with mine. :)
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STAR TREK VOYAGER: Regularly Scheduled Maintenance
Seven of Nine does not enjoy the oral consumption of nutrients. Food is off-putting in its variety of textures and tastes, in the way it causes her body to react involuntarily--the overproduction of saliva caused by an excess of sodium, the activation of tear ducts after consuming Mr. Neelix‘s “Four Alarm Chili.” She also finds sleeping actively disturbing. Seven attempted the activity once on the Doctor’s orders, and she will never do so again of her own volition. Regeneration begins instantly, and though she dreams, she does so cocooned in technology she finds more comforting than she cares to admit.
B’Elanna likes to get her hands dirty. She’s never as happy as when she’s elbows deeps in circuitry and conduits, when she’s channeling all Voyager’s immense power exactly where and how she wants it to go. B’Elanna never pegged herself as having a power complex, but she has to admit there’s something seductive and compelling about commanding the strength of a warp core, of corralling forces that unchecked would destroy her. Every repair, every modification she makes is more than a little like playing God. Janeway captains the ship, no doubt about that, but Voyager is B’Elanna’s through and through.
Harry knows that replicated reeds work just as well as the handcrafted ones he used to buy from the Music Emporium in San Francisco. If anything, the replicators can more precisely control the thickness and grade of the cane than any human manufacturer. But Harry can’t shake the feeling that Mrs. Malloy’s reeds are superior to anything he’s ever replicated on Voyager. His music feels subtly off, his tone quality diminished in a way he can’t explain. Every time Harry must replace a reed, he remembers watching Mrs. Malloy work in the back of her shop and longs for home.
Neelix fervently believes that he will one day see Earth and that his whiskers won’t be down to his knees when he finally does so. He has to believe this, or he won’t be able to convince Voyager’s crew of the same. Morale is a fragile thing on this vessel, and Neelix spends more time than his shipmates would believe trying to keep them all from succumbing to despair. They notice his ostentatious gestures, his exuberance, his unremitting optimism, but they don’t mark the little things: a hand on a shoulder, a brief comforting word, a favorite dish unasked for.
Tuvok does not often allow himself to think of T’Pel. To wonder how she copes with his absence is illogical. T’Pel is an imminently practical woman, and Tuvok knows she is handling their separation with the dignity and grace that first drew him to her. And yet. Tuvok always stops himself before that thought can finish. Though his crewmates would likely disagree, a Vulcan marriage requires the same cultivation and care as those of other species. Tuvok has no doubt that T’Pel fares well, and yet he must acknowledge the possibility their time apart will damage their relationship beyond repair.