I heard that increased power was to be provided for this train, and waited in pleased anticipation of a Class 5X or a Baby Scot. On 18 January 1937 there arrived at Ayr for the 7.46am Caledonian class 60 4-6-0 No 14641! I am not exaggerating when I say that of all classes of engine employed on main line express work at that time, none had a poorer reputation than the Caley 60s. My own runs behind them had been dull in the extreme. I knew an LMS official (ex-Caley) who commuted by the 7.46am, and in conversation I ventured to hint that the authorities might have done something better for that train. He was shocked. 'Oh, but these are grand engines!' he protested.
- David Smith, Legends of the Glasgow & South Western Railway (in LMS Days)
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Prompt 314
Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else.
But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver.
But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.
Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too.
So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake.
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Random Concept: Terry Silver with a TikTok-obsessed Beloved
It would be cute if beloved wanted to film cute couple moments with Terry.
Spicier with Terry during the Halloween season because of all the Ghostface masks trending.
I can imagine Gen Z beloved doing something like the Gothic Baby account if they have a kids with Terry.
Like, I do think Terry Silver, in his old age majorly keeps up with trends.
He always has.
He always had his finger on the pulse of the 'brand new thing'.
More so than young people, undoubtedly --- he's a businessman, after all.
He's too clever not to keep up. That's how he can blend in so perfectly and adapt if need be, being chameleonic in nature, changing and transforming with the times. It's how he can manipulate perceptions and cultural norms --- by being in touch with things around him, sure, like the advent of social media. The Online sphere. Being Vegan for a while, because that's a la mode and acceptable in a more Liberal, upper crust crowd in Los Angeles --- it's admirable, even. A societal badge that says one's a conscientious, good person (And Terry Silver's just that? Right?) when that wouldn't have been the case in the past. Thirty years ago it was perhaps the discourse between nuclear and fossil fuels or green new energy that mattered, and today, it's all about Tik Tok. It's Twitter. Or X, rather. And what's trending on there --- the type of stuff that can make or break one's reputation because someone said something stupid or cancel-worthy two decades ago. Heck, even the branding of social media itself changes, having one name and taking on another practically overnight! The world moves fast and Terry Silver moves with it. But, in spite of him been keenly aware what's what and what it means, I envision his Online presence is incredibly scarce and unbelievably curated on purpose and what information can be found on him on the Internet has been fine combed and is continuously fine combed so really, not only can you not find anything too controversial about him on there (maybe just the right amount of controversial, tactically speaking; acceptable controversies, as to not make him seem too inhumanly saintly and by extension, unrealistic, too suspicious and fake) --- you can't even really find anything much of anything in general except what Terry deliberately and specifically wants on there. Man's incredibly private all while putting up a facade that he's an open book --- which, don't be fooled, he's anything but.
What I mean to say with this is that Terry Silver undoubtedly wouldn't be on Twitter, for example, posting his actual, real opinions about...anything. He's smart like that.
So, any beloved of his? Gen Z or otherwise?
Chances are, they wouldn't be chronically Online either.
They wouldn't be on Tik Tok, plastering videos of themselves, their family or Terry Silver himself for the world to see consistently, because the thought of thousands of people (Voyeurs, the way an already voyeuristic Terry would see it) tuning in to see and watch his beloved --- random punks commenting on them, expressing their opinions willy-nilly, judge, complementing them, leering, passing, bookmarking, downloading and sharing said clips around unstoppably, without any monitoring as to how they could use and abuse such material...legitimately forever --- well, it presses the button of someone fiercely territorial, jealous, possessive, protective and control oriented like Terry. He doesn't like it. He doesn't allow it. He thinks it's bullshit. He would take advantage of someone's else's uploads Online for sure, if push ever came to shove, so maybe it is a bit of projection on his behalf, that somehow, someone, somewhere, would do the same to him and someone who belongs to him to weaken him or retaliate against him, so to take precaution against it, beloved's presence Online becomes, possibly, even scarcer than his, because they're the most precious thing he has and when something or someone's precious or valuable, they're tucked away. Hidden, in ways. Plus side to this, though --- I can envision Terry Silver, like a man who was young in the 70's and 80's being big on home videos instead. Private collections for his private viewing pleasure and usage only. Cute couple moments galore are permissible --- everything is permissible, in fact --- but these recordings, lets call them, belong and remain explicitly in Terry Silver's private care, because he's a man who doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve and tends to strategically tuck away everything that ever mattered to him. Everything that makes him vulnerable. Everything that can compromise or damage him. Most of everything he really is from the public. Includes beloved. Whatever children he might or might not have with them.
If someone was somehow skillful enough to discover their names and Google them, chances are, nothing specific comes up in their search results. Not anywhere.
That's deliberate.
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Dell was amazed when he heard the team was getting another engie, wouldn’t have through RED had so many to spare after his years of working solo. Not that he was complaining though, Taurie had been loads of help and with this new fella Dell figured he just might start having more free time than he knew what to do with…
The knock on the garage door pulled dell from his worries, and looking around he realized he had actually finished clearing the new workspace about five minutes ago and was just sweeping nothing along the floor.
Placing the broom down and shaking the thoughts from his head Dell came over and hefted the door up, clicking the gate it into to place and greeting the new face with a smile and howdy.
It had been a long journey to get to the new base but John was hopeful about his new team. Or he's trying to be, after the mess of his last one falling apart he is just trying to not get too anxious before he even meets his new teammates.
He'd heard his old pal Taurie was here, but also another Engineer he didn't know. Well he can't be too bad if Taurie likes him right?
With a box under his arm, toolbox in hand and a backpack weighing him down John struggles his way from his Truck to what he's been told is the workshop door.
He really hopes this is the right one.
Knocking on the metal with his fist he starts fidgeting with the goggles on his forehead, and brushing off the invisible dust of his dungerees.
As the metal of the door clicks up out the way he smiles himself at the taller man, feeling himself relax a bit at the man's friendly smile and warm greeting.
"Howdy yourself, I'm John, your new Engineer, glad to be working with you. "
@dirty-dell
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