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prydainroyals · 4 months
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[THE FOLLOWING MORNING...]
The weekly team meeting began after the crew had their breakfast.
It was a small meeting and the base was relatively quiet-- non-essential research teams were either well on their way home the prior month, weeks before Longest Night and the New Year, or back at the main, larger research base--or one of the Prydainian Navy's research ships--rather than spend the rest of winter in this particular outpost.
Despite the serious nature of a skeleton-crew meeting, the Captain's introductory remarks had been rudely interrupted...
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FRANCIS: --One of you: Take Frankie back to his spot downstairs so we can resume this meeting.
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JAMES: Sorry, Captain. None of us has the heart.
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ARTHUR: I dunno Sirs, I think Frankie has something to say.
FRANCIS: Does he, now? Let's hear him then.
EVERYONE: [EXPECTANT SILENCE]
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FRANKIE: ... Meow.
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THOMAS: See, Captain? This cat here is a valuable contributor to our team.
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FRANCIS: Why don't you train him to be your replacement, then, Thomas? Seeing as you're willing to vouch for him.
THOMAS: A fine idea, Captain. I'll ask him.
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THOMAS, LEANING IN: Frankie, would you like to have my job?
FRANKIE: Meow!
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THOMAS, LOOKING TO FRANCIS: Sorry, Captain. He says 'no.'
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If you think I'm going to write a dialogue-heavy meeting scene in prose, you're outta your damn mind. <3
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ofescapisms · 5 months
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@detectivegoldstein
Charlie had been sick of waiting around and ventured out into town when things settled, checking triage stations to see if the few people she knew were there. She came across one and saw a man injured but seemingly already taken care of, and he looked lucid enough, so she approached him. “Hi, you haven’t seen Chris Winters around here have you? Among the injured?” she asked. She wanted to ask about Killgraves too, but she realized she didn’t know his fake identity’s last name.
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getoutofmytown · 1 year
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who are you? asked the man from the lake. who are you? asked the man, who wielded rust. i'm nobody, he said. i highly doubt that, he replied. so, who are you, then? the man conduit from the lake asked again. i'm somebody, said the man who wielded was made of rust. just somebody. it's better than being nobody. you're not nobody to me. why? do i know you? water asked fire. maybe, i think, fire quietly told water.
i think.. maybe.
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cecils-dragons · 1 year
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FINALLY! Finished off the portraits of the dads of Ever Autumn. I’m now gonna work on the ranking thing now :3 heehoo I love charts and rankings.
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brittvaidya · 6 months
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"Alright, dude, let's see it." Britt was already rolling up James's sleeve and checking to see how her last piece had held up. A satisfied grin spread across her lips. "Nice. Looks perfectly healed," she noted as her thumb grazed over the skin. "And that line work?" She paused, bringing her free hand to her mouth with a 'chef's kiss' motion. "Fucking crisp. Am I good, or am I good?" It was at that point that a normal person would've removed their hand, but it remained there and curled around his arm. "So, when are we booking you in next?" @jamesxgarrett
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sebcox · 1 year
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Midtown Village ; Bar X w/ @jamesmitchel
After a particularly dull week, Sebastian found himself in need of a drink. He was already heading to Bar X to meet up with a few friends and extended the invite to James since she lived in the area and Sebastian had always been one for company of any kind. Breaking away from his group of friends, Sebastian spotted the familiar blonde at the bar and headed over. Setting his nearly empty beer on the counter and flagging the bartender for another, Sebastian averted his attention to his friend, "You made it, you must really miss me," He joked with a smug look across his face. "So this really is the best Midtown has to offer, huh," he half teased with an inkling of a grin beginning to make itself known on his features, "Let me buy you a drink and you can tell me how wrong I am."
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erosisms · 3 months
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History was something that fascinated the young man ever since he was a kid, this being one of the many reasons why he'd chosen to invest into antiquities and choose this particular marketplace for his brand of stores. That's why for most of the free time he had, you'd find Xuan lurking around various Museums, be it art or history ones, meant to satisfy his aesthetic needs, just like on this particular evening. "It's quite an interesting piece, isn't it? Sometimes makes me wonder how they achieved this kind of magnificent outcomes with the rudimentary technologies they had back then." The raven haired commented, speaking to the man who'd been admiring the same piece as him for a while. It was just the two of them in that entire section of the exhibition. [for James, from @phoenix-of-jade ]
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"it is, i'm quite fond of pieces from the tang dynasty." james agreed, offering the man beside him a smile as he turned his attention away from the painting. "there were so many advancements in art during that period that it's quite fascinating really. there's a reason it's considered the golden age of art and literature in china." he continued, seemingly an endless fountain of knowledge when it came to history. "it's rare to see a piece from that period in such good shape still, very few works still exist. most of what we do see tend to be copies of the originals instead."
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veramckinncn · 4 months
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"Looking to buy some new brooms? I might way for the post-holiday discounts," Vera struck up conversation with the other playfully as she crossed paths with him in the Quidditch shop.
@whysosirius-james
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tomsland · 4 months
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La traición de Patrick había sido devastadora para James, contando no solo como una gran pérdida financiera sino como la traición de un hermano. A pesar de sentir como si tuviera una daga clavada en la espalda, esa jugada sucia era ahora la menor de sus preocupaciones. Aquel hombre que había estafado a toda la organización y traicionado su confianza, resultaba ser también el padre de la mujer que amaba. La solución para saldar cuentas ahora estaba en sus manos, el deber de venganza por el cual dos vidas corrían peligro, la de su pareja o su propia vida.
Pasa horas meditando en el estudio tratando de hallar una salida alterna a tal catástrofe sin tener que arriesgar nada más, tan ensimismado en sus pensamientos que por un momento olvidó que esa noche había acordado celebrar su aniversario. Escucha la puerta abrirse a sus espaldas, pero carece de motivación para cualquier tipo de festejo. "Creo que deberíamos posponer..." inicia, pero al girar por completo para encararle se le nublan los pensamientos. Debía haber otra salida, pero ninguna de ellas era permitir que ella se enterara, por lo que debía pretender que todo marchaba bien. "...el brindis con tu familia. Quiero que seamos solo tú y yo esta noche." Improvisa, puesto que cancelar los planes simplemente iniciaría un interrogatorio que no estaba listo para enfrentar. "Te ves espectacular."
( @thvnderbird )
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battleofpeter · 1 year
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where:  Oxford Street, London. 
when: July 1979
who : @mighty-prongs​
“Keep up, Prongs, ” Peter called back at his mate, who had gotten distracted by a particularly fascinating muggle item in the window of Harrods.  A wide grin on his face despite the nerves in his stomach.  “It’s just a hoover, it’s what the muggles use to pick up dust from their floors.” They had gotten fancier in recent years, now they didn’t even need a cord.  This one just moved around the floor on it’s own. Some sort of robotic technology that Muggles had gotten there hands on.  A laugh flushed through Peter’s throat, “maybe if you are good boy this year,  Santa might put add one to your Christmas list.”  Peter placed his hand on James’ back as his friend caught up. 
Peter had needed James here today, for a bit of assistance. James had proposed to Lily earlier that year and Peter, would everybody could tell was smitten with his girlfriend,  Mary,  had gotten a feel for the romantic gesture himself.  It wasn’t going to be the most expensive ring,  nor would it be particularly flashy.  Peter had spent weeks saving, taking extra shifts and being particularly nice to customers in anticipation of an additional tips. In his efforts, he had managed to raise a fabulous pot of money.  However, wizarding rings were particularly expensive, more than any bar man at the Leaky could afford. And the pot of Pettigrew ran no deeper than what lay in Peter’s pockets. Ewan had made sure to drink his mother’s inheritance fund dry. 
“Right, if I were a ring. Where would I be?” Peter spoke, stopping dead at the junction where Oxford Street met Bond Street.  “This is difficult. I know what Mary likes - obviously but I want to impress her, I mean what if it’s a shit ring? I don't want to disappoint her with a shit ring.” 
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unbridledcreativity · 8 months
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 James sighed, looking down for a moment before he met her eyes and smiled a tight, small smile.
 ‘I’m sorry, okay? I was taking care of a few things and I forgot to call, I forgot to write, I forgot to e-mail or anything else. I just forgot about everything in my search to make sure that you were safe. They were after you and yours and I just... I messed up.’ 
 He ended lamely, sighing. He knew he was in the wrong but he was able to capture the entity that threatened them and able to at least safeguard them for a little longer. It wasn’t defeated, but at least contained.
@halliwellauto
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prydainroyals · 5 days
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((Continued from here.))
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EVERYONE (BUT THE CAPTAIN): [LAUGHING]
FRANKIE: [NOW BORED, LEAVES ANYWAY]
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FRANCIS, TRYING TO HIDE HIS AMUSEMENT: Alright, alright, we've had our fun.
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FRANCIS: Now then! Listen up--
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FRANCIS: --The holidays are behind us, but that doesn't mean we can afford to let ourselves relax.
FRANCIS: Rising temperature averages have made the winters here harsher, in some ways--unpredictable.
FRANCIS: This is why the Powers-That-Be have elected to withdraw most of our personnel from outposts as remote as our little slice of paradise, save for a select few, where necessary.
FRANCIS: As you're all already aware, this team of just a dozen will maintain the Cabot Sound outpost until summer. Commander Murray, I give the floor to you to explain our plan of attack to help us avoid preventable, horrific tragedy.
JAMES: Thank you, Captain. A very cheerful, yet sobering reminder of the devouring, unfeeling void that awaits us all.
FRANCIS: I'm always happy to motivate.
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JAMES: As the Captain said, we all need to be extremely diligent. That means no skipping meals, no skipping sleep, and attendance at daily meetings is required.
JAMES: The rota for duties will be updated and posted here every week at 18:00 sharp every Sunday. If you have any questions or complaints, bring them first to your immediate superior or to myself or the Captain.
JAMES: Morale is also paramount, as is health. Physicals will be conducted every fortnight and they are mandatory. Any small injury or condition could become something deadly, and anything you hide from us might come back to hurt yourself and others later.
JAMES: That should be all. Did I leave anything out, Captain? We already spoke to the other shift--
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FRANCIS: No, Commander, you've covered the whole of it.
JAMES: Any parting words, Sir?
FRANCIS: Indeed, James--
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FRANCIS: To all of you: May we all have a smooth winter and a bright spring ahead of us. ... Don't fuck this up. You're all dismissed.
FRANCIS: And-- Lieutenant Kirkland?
ARTHUR: Yes, Captain?
FRANCIS: I know you've already pulled an extra shift. I can't have our Engineer swaying on his feet.
ARTHUR: But, Sir--
FRANCIS: You look like shit. Go to bed--that's an order.
ARTHUR: Yes, Sir.
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Not changing format or anything, but for dialogue-heavy scenes, this is just way easier.
Time to get to know our characters a little bit more, yeah? Yeah!!!
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ofescapisms · 1 month
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@detectivegoldstein
Amy often stopped by the Sasquatch just for a casual drink, never for very long though since getting drunk wasn’t really her thing. She took a seat at the bar and slowly sipped from her glass, noticing James and how down and upset he looked by then. She didn’t approach right away, but when she figured he must be going through something really shitty, she finally stood and moved a few stools over to sit next to him. “No offense, but you look rough, man. You sure you want to be drinking this much right now?” she asked without judgement, just observing.
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getoutofmytown · 1 year
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Chapter 21: Men, Start Your Engines; In Three, Two--
Beyond the perimeter of Old Silent Hill, Bachman met Bradbury Street. Upon entry they evidently crossed an invisible wall, for their initial step into the neighborhood brought them into ongoing snowfall. The men came to a mutual standstill in the crossroad. Harry had been right. James gawked at the puffy flakes drifting to the earth from a low, grey sky. When Harry’d described it James had believed him. He also thought he was full of shit, and had been prematurely sour that it’d likely been a one-time event specifically for Harry. But no: he stood in snow, and its natural beauty didn’t deserve to be here.
He wanted to say something. Nothing in particular lay on his tongue but he felt the need to say something, and he looked at Harry for inspiration.
There was a man beside him whose tired eyes were closed and had a faint smile resting upon his lips. Snowflakes passed over his cheeks and collected on his hair, never staying for long, while white dusted his shoulders and tumbled down his back. James found himself studying his profile, feeling like he’d only now noticed the incline of his forehead, the beak-like arch of his nose, the elfin point of his ear. There were many things about the veteran he hadn’t seen until the past couple hours; it was as though he were meeting Harry for the first time all over again.
The snow fell in Old Silent Hill, and Harry Mason had once found peace in its silence, his face turned to the sky.
James felt like he was witnessing a re-enactment of a historical event. Seventeen years ago Harry lost his daughter here. Seventeen years ago he also took repose in the streets of Old Silent Hill and let the snow take him someplace soothing amidst a nightmare world. Seeing the way Harry truly seemed to be at ease in it and made jealousy tingle within James. He’d never found something like that for himself in his foggy dungeon. He wondered what Harry must’ve looked like those many years past, taking respite in improbable snow; or what he looked like then at all.
Harry sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. He twisted the pipe in his hands and smiled at James. “Pretty, huh? Home sweet home.”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it just fucking nuts?” He laughed and looked down, scuffing at the snow that never melted and never piled on inches. “Man. I can’t believe I miss this sometimes. I can’t believe I’m happy to see it, and I think that makes it exponentially worse. Whew. Alright,” he declared, clearing the moment to get back to business. “Let’s take a literal walk down memory lane, shall we?”
10/3/22 - happy third anniversary, Get Out Of My Town. you are the love of my life, the bane of my existence, and every last shining shred of my soul. 🥚💖🙏
thank you EVERYONE who has ever peeked at my writing, ever clicked the link, ever read a sentence of GOOMT. no matter how much i complain, i am every day THRILLED and blessed to get to share this ongoing behemoth of a story with you. it means everything to me to know that my fun and fancy has become the fun and fancy of others, too.
heres to many chapters, many months, and many years more of not only GOOMT, but of friendships, growth, and learning. i love you all so very, very much. 
onward and upward into the fog!
don’t touch that dial, now; we’re just getting started..
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cecils-dragons · 2 months
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Round 1: James vs. Adien
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Scholars against each other! Archeologist James versus Archivist Adien.
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bravefl0werlils · 1 year
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El cumpleaños de James nunca pasaría por desapercibido en la vida de la pelirroja. Si bien las circunstancias en las que estaba sucediendo una fecha tan especial en sus vidas no eran las más favorables, Lily no quería pasar por alto un año más de vida de su esposo. —A que no adivinas que día es hoy... —Corrió sigilosamente hacia su esposo para abrazarlo por la espalda y depositarle un dulce beso en su mejilla izquierda. —Harry me ha ayudado a preparar algo para tí, así que el mérito se lo llevará él. —Dijo, mientras encaminaba al joven hacia el lugar donde estaban sus regalos de cumpleaños. —Esta vez te dejaré mantener los ojos abiertos, sé que te gustará y te hará sentir muy bien también. @cornamcnta​
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