tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135301473915671680.post6484602546003836764..comments2023-12-14T18:17:52.957-08:00Comments on The Train Wreck Love Life: it's a question of not letting what we've built up crumble to dustEmilly Orrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07245643246821826101noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135301473915671680.post-73356494530492475512008-01-18T19:11:00.000-08:002008-01-18T19:11:00.000-08:00What doesn't kill us makes us stranger? If not st...What doesn't kill us makes us stranger? If not stronger. But strength is found in adversity...<BR/><BR/>If so, the both of us should be very, very strong after the trials of the year past.<BR/><BR/><I>*smiles ruefully, then realizes she needs more rivets. And possibly more sheet metal. And where did she put the copper-bound ivory squares...?*</I>Emilly Orrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07245643246821826101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135301473915671680.post-66562894071431732322008-01-18T19:02:00.000-08:002008-01-18T19:02:00.000-08:00My guess, Miss Orr? He's laughing at the poor fool...My guess, Miss Orr? He's laughing at the poor fool that challenged you. <BR/><BR/>Not that I wish to speak for him. The worst is over for you, but I will <I>never</I> be free of his legacy. If only I could...<BR/><BR/>*Eyes glaze over as he starts to whistle a familiar tune to himself. He pulls down his goggles and snaps on his rubber gloves. He bolts towards the laboratory access switch as the Spark submerges his burdens for at least the length of another experiment*itsdavidvchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00697102963756096755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135301473915671680.post-13191369607980063592008-01-18T16:51:00.000-08:002008-01-18T16:51:00.000-08:00The rivet hammer's in her hands, clutch of copper ...<I>The rivet hammer's in her hands, clutch of copper and steel rivets held between her teeth, and she is upstairs, standing on boxes that are on crates that hold up the alphabet blocks, so she can reach halfway up the wall to fix this panel in. She pauses, blue neko ears swiveling, catching laughter through the aether.<BR/><BR/>Laughter she's still attuned to, after all this time.<BR/><BR/>She shakes her head of lime-green hair, lips quirking in a half-smile.<BR/><BR/>"It's all very well to laugh," she murmurs, half-aloud, half-sent back along pathways she still knows. "Remember who said goodbye</I> first, <I>though."<BR/><BR/>Voice calls from the base of the stairs, her partner in change. "What was that?"<BR/><BR/>She laughs a bit, herself, tossing the small hammer in the air, catching it. "Nothing," she calls out, then bends in close, tracing a pattern on the wall, breathing her words against it, too faint for anyone earthly to hear.<BR/><BR/>"You ever get back here, you should say hi," she says, her words traveling the path back, along the pattern. Her smile widens. "Have a cup of tea..."<BR/><BR/>She turns her attention to her task, selecting a copper rivet this time, wondering if she can talk Lady Darkling out of a small tin of her...special tea blend.</I>Emilly Orrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07245643246821826101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135301473915671680.post-7376447410034524792008-01-18T08:27:00.000-08:002008-01-18T08:27:00.000-08:00*sounds of distant laughter**sounds of distant laughter*Bloodwinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05424226405048216645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135301473915671680.post-19313825180749478272008-01-17T16:47:00.000-08:002008-01-17T16:47:00.000-08:00*smiles warmly*Thank you, Doctor. It is more than...*smiles warmly*<BR/><BR/>Thank you, Doctor. It is more than metaphoric, but it's in the nature of a private little war--I don't intend to change one iota of how I'm behaving, and I don't intend to publically embarrass the declaring party. <BR/><BR/>I'm fairly confident of who's going to win, but this could be pure <I>hubris</I>--we'll see.Emilly Orrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07245643246821826101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135301473915671680.post-10247591558032196582008-01-17T06:31:00.000-08:002008-01-17T06:31:00.000-08:00War upon your House? By whom? If this is something...War upon your House? By whom? If this is something more than metaphorical, know that the Foundation will always come to your aid if called.itsdavidvchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00697102963756096755noreply@blogger.com