nextian: my, my slow descent

Emma (

nextian) wrote,
@ 2011-04-08 11:59 pm UTC

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eyai, tumblr breaks me of my tidy tag habits, what do you mean unduly excited

my, my slow descent

I would apologize for doing this at midnight but actually I think we are now all officially on enough different time zones to justify any posting hour.

EYAI DRABBLES GO

All settings or none! All characters or none! Prompt, fic, discuss, do interpretive dance!!

(And for those who selected "what in the name of God": here's a writeup I did on Tumblr for

pseudo_tsuga of what exactly I'm talking about.)

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I GOT 99 THESES AND THIS AIN'T ONE

nextian
2011-04-09 07:16 am UTC (link)

* Mai Linh & Dieter & Nahia ~~and a bear~~
* Mai Linh & Julian and their many and storied interactions that end in fire?
* Still no one has written Tee and Leo and I think that's criminal actually!
* Little Dieter Learns To Fly (By Falling Off A Twenty-Story Building That One Time)
* Aimee's attempts to pass.
* Er, more about the Yorkshire counter-counter-revolutionaries, perhaps?
* I will keep asking for Oliver/Nacio until someone writes the penny dreadful about them, so that's what I'm requesting now, I guess: the far-future penny dreadful about them.
* the history of hansom-cabs in eyai London

(And of course feel free to hit me with requests.)

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fahye
2011-04-09 09:01 am UTC (link)

* Ridiculous AU scenarios (space. pirates. mail-order-bride. I DON'T CARE.) starring anyone you please.
* Why does Dominic's brother want a kiss from Prerna? (For that matter, what is Dominic's brother's NAME?)
* To be honest I also want someone to flesh out Nadira Qureshi. MY PROMPT IS: DOMINIC'S FAMILY. BASICALLY.
* I will also take absolutely anything to do with the counter-revolution so that I have fodder for my Agatha fic.

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so they're all notorious space pirates

nextian
2011-04-10 07:56 am UTC (link)

"I claim this spaceship in the name of Blacksheep!" Julian cried, vaulting over one of the chairs. "Surrender or be boarded!"

"We've already been boarded," said the first officer, and looks inquiringly towards Tee.

"He's new," says Tee, helplessly. "Oi, Julian, point that blaster at someone in particular, alright?"

"Theodore," says Pru, with quiet urgency, "the captain isn't here."

Tee covers his face. "He's staging a daring rescue, ain't he."

Dom, silently, points his blaster at a patch of ceiling in which there are noises suspiciously unlike life support. He jerks his head, and at Tee's nod, shoots out the rivets.

"Hello," says Oliver Wolf, once the crashing has subsided. He winces, and pushes aside a panel that is suspiciously close to his ribs. "Welcome to the ship."

"Eh, we like it," says Tee. "Mind if we keep it?"

"Personally? Nah," says Wolf, with a debonair grin that'd look a lot more nonchalant if he wasn't supine. "But my security officer, I think she's got a few things to say."

"Not particularly," Mai Linh says from an inch behind his ear. "Mostly 'out.'"

"Excuse me," says Julian, raising his hand. "I'm very sorry, but is there time for a round of autographs?"

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	no subject fahye 2011-04-09 09:06 am UTC (link)
	PS - EMMA YOUR TUMBLR PRIMER IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER (Reply to this) (Thread) (Hide 1 comment) (Show 1 comment)

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	* Nacio and Nahia * Oliver/Nacio * The martyrdom of John Gabriel * Bastian's first date * Dieter in L.A. * The counter-revolution * Tee and Wolf go drinking (Reply to this)

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fahye
2011-04-09 10:32 am UTC (link)

Introducing Bastian to her tattoo artist probably isn't the strangest thing she's ever done, but it certainly feels like it to begin with. He hasn't spent much time pipeside, but he knows all the buildings and the High Streets just as well as she does, and he keeps stopping to murmur commentary or stare fixedly at archways as though comparing them to an internal image.

"Not much further now," Emily says, mostly to herself.

The studio is tucked inside an enormous arcade, one of the better ones, with a curved ceiling of glass. Emily the girl who grew up in Upper Kensington takes this sort of soaring sky-view for granted, but Emily the biotechnician, who spent years working in labs and now spends her days in tissue theatres, pauses and lets her skirts swish to a pendulous halt around her while she looks upwards and inhales. She feels less self-conscious when Bastian does exactly the same thing.

Bella is nowhere in sight when they step inside Montague's, but bells tinkle, announcing their arrival; Bastian gives a sudden short laugh. Before he can explain himself the first few yards of Bella rustle out from behind a curtain.

"Emilissimo!" she cries. "I thought you weren't booked in until next week, pumpkin."

"I'm just visiting. Bella, this is my friend Sebastian Tate. Bastian, this is Bella Montague."

"The glovemaker," says Bastian, and bows nicely.

"Oh, yes." Bella beams. "Enchantay. Any friend of Emily's."

Bella gives Bastian a quick artist's look, up and down, while Emily gives her a few moments to adjust various parts of her outfit. Bella Montague is probably the most beautiful human being that Emily knows, and also the most heavily decorated. The intricate tattooing around her eyes has recently edged out into some new curlicue on her cheeks, and the fabric of her rust-coloured skirt floats above a mysterious mass of underthings.

Predictably enough, Bastian has his unblinking eyes fixed on Bella's heavy coils of hair, today tucked up and arranged around a dove-grey hat.

"And how are the Worcesters?" Bella offers.

"Edmund's finally engaged," Emily says, "to...someone suitable."

Which isn't very fair to Lillian, but then, Lillian has fussier manners than even fashion could wish, and she only listened to Emily talk about her job for two minutes at the engagement party before she ran away.

She doesn't have time to move before Bella snatches up her hands and frowns at them. "Darling, what have you been doing to my canvas?"

"Surgical soap," Emily says.

"Moisturise," Bella shoots back, and hauls her dress with enviable speed across the room to snatch some tubes of things down from a shelf. Bastian, when Emily glances at him, is smiling.

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schiarire
2011-04-09 01:58 pm UTC (link)

When Bastian takes her to Blacksheep afterward, Emily is surprised to discover a casual, cheerful atmosphere: a big, well-lit room with a plentiful supply of biscuits and tea. In fact--and this startles her only slightly--there is a tea fountain in the center of the room, which--she sniffs--currently seems to be pumping Darjeeling.

"Come here often, do you?" she asks.

Bastian shakes his head. Emily isn't sure how she knows this, but he seems faintly amused. Before she can figure it out, a short, scrawny-looking man slams into the room with three tablets of different sizes tucked about his person. His hair looks as if he's run his hands through it dozens of times just in the last fifteen minutes. "Pru!" he shouts. "Pru!"

Then, spotting Bastian, he stops. "Bastian! Back for your check-up? With a mate? Come here, then!"

"Theodore Collins," says Bastian, indicating the man with an economic gesture.

Theodore Collins winces. "It's Tee. Bloody formal eyai."

"I know what you mean," Emily says. She waits for Tee to juggle the tablets around enough to get a hand free to shake. "I'm Emily Worcester. Pleased to meet you."

"Nice," says Tee. He blinks. "Nice hands."

Emily senses Bastian's smile, and follows suit. "Thank you. So you're the man who put Bastian in touch with the surgery I work at?"

"That's right! Unique thinker, your friend. I was keen as anything to get in his head."

It's the kind of thing other people probably couldn't say, and it sounds frankly still a bit odd coming from Tee, but Emily thinks she can understand. "Yes, we felt the same. Bastian is that rarest of things--a genuine novelty. And a gentleman, besides."

"Ay, we could use more of those around these parts." Tee runs his fingers through his hair again, making it stand up even more. "The shenanigans we've got underfoot... look, make yourselves at home. I'm sure Julian will be by on one of his hospitality larks in a mo, just sit down--anywhere. Sit on the fountain. That'll do. Try not to get too wet!"

He flashes them another crooked grin and hurries out. Emily laughs, dragging Bastian over to the fountain as instructed and perching neatly on its rim. "I like your friends," she says.

Another almost-smile from Bastian; he remains standing, but they are looking in the same direction. He answers, "Yes. I like yours, too."

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Oliver & Nacio: The AU: Explained

schiarire
2011-04-09 12:13 pm UTC (link)

ji: "* untitled fic by Fahye, which is actually one in a very, very long line of attempts to just — take Oliver and Nacio’s stupid, stupid metal faces and smash them against each other going Y U NO KISS (I will spoil this fic for you and tell you that they do not kiss) and here are some other ones: one, two, three, four, five."
ji: Laughing
ji: Laughing
ji: Stomach...in pain
fahye: I think she has put her finger on the MAIN NARRATIVE IMPERATIVE OF THE VERSE, what do you think
ji: cough
ji: We are definitely kind of fixated
fahye: I think because it has been so long and nobody has managed it
ji: It is a horrible challenge.
ji: DO YOU THINK WE CAN DO IT TONIGHT?!
fahye: hey, I mentioned AUs
fahye: I BET IT COULD HAPPEN IN AN AU
ji: I BET I BET
ji: WHAT IS THE CRAZIEST AU ROBOTS CAN HAVE
ji: IS IT AN AU WHERE THEY ARE HUMAN?!
ji: AM I PLANNING A WHOLE FIC NOW
fahye: WELL OBVIOUSLY
ji: IN MY HOT LITTLE BRAIN
ji: about a mild-mannered divinity school boy and, er, Oliver Wolf, prosecutor extraordinaire
fahye: AAAAAAHHHHH
ji: ha ha ha
ji: It's so good
ji: so good
fahye: GO

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Re: Oliver & Nacio: The AU: Part 1

schiarire
2011-04-09 12:15 pm UTC (link)

It was the coldest winter Ignacio Gravenor could remember; when he came to Mass, he had to break ice to slide his slim white hand into the holy water and bless himself. But St. Stephen's was poor and old-fashioned and could not be heated. Only he and a few old parishioners came to hear Father Nolan preach these days; the rest of the flock stayed at home, buried three jumpers deep in their wool.

But today a man he'd never seen before sat in the pews. The man was young and visibly monied, wearing a finely tailored black coat that made him seem taller, thinner, and paler than he was, following the current fashion. When Ignacio looked at him he felt austere, invisible. He found his attention moving from Father Nolan's voice, so that he realised a moment later he could not recollect his Father's words. Shock chilled him. Never, never before had he lost the sense of a sermon. He imagined Hell's fire, so savage and so bright it had no color, waiting to warm him, and turned his eyes with a long shiver back to the pulpit.

After Mass the parishioners shook hands with each other and Father Nolan and left, but the new man did not leave. "You're just the man I've come to see," he told the august priest, and drew him by the arm into an alcove for deep conversation. Ignacio wished to speak to Father Nolan, too; and he wished to know what these two men could be discussing, but he saw their need for privacy and left the church.

He was standing beneath snow-bearing trees in the yard outside, contemplating the lives of those buried together here in the earth, when a rich Pipe voice said at his shoulder, "So you're the protégé, are you?"

Ignacio started. "I beg your pardon?"

"The name's Wolf," said the man who had been so familiar with Father Nolan. "Oliver Wolf." When he grinned, Ignacio saw that his incisors were very slightly longer than those of other men, so that his appearance carried a faint hint of the feral. "Here-- my card."

Placing his left hand politely over his own chest, Ignacio took the card in his right and read: OLIVER WOLF, ESQ., DEFENCE COUNSEL, BARTLEBY & SCRIVENER.

"But you're very young to be an attorney," said Ignacio, looking up. "Aren't you, Oliver?" The name felt foreign on his tongue, as if he had never spoken it before, had never so much as heard it, never seen it written in any book.

"And you're young to be renouncing the material world," Wolf said. "You'll be wondering why I'm here but don't worry, it's nothing serious, just a small lawsuit."

His voice climbing higher than it had done in years, Ignacio asked, "A small lawsuit? Against whom?"

"Oh, no one, no one, just the priest there." Wolf waved his dismissal. "Don't worry, I said."

"Against Father Nolan?"

Ignacio whipped his head back to look at the church, small and snow-covered and at once vulnerable, a thing not of stone but of fancy, a dream you could set up or collapse, take away, and felt himself beginning to tremble. "I'm sorry," he said, "I must--"

"Must nothing," said Wolf. He took Ignacio by the shoulders, looking for his startled gaze. "Jes' trust me to put everything right, Nacio. I'll fix it. I'll fix it all. Then you'll have not a thing to fret you but the state of your soul."

Once more he gave that sharp, vicious grin. "Only come for a drink first. It's colder than an eyai's heart in this graveyard."

"That's terrible," said Ignacio, but somehow the panic that had seized him now released his heart; was carried away with the ebb of his blood. He took a deep breath. "And I don't drink."

"'Course you don't," said Wolf. "But you'll come."

To his own surprise, Ignacio smiled. He felt filled with a light as clear as that of the water covered in the font by ice this winter; clear as the high and cloudless sky. He said, "Yes. Yes, I will, Oliver, I'll come."

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Oliver & Nacio: The AU: Part 2. NOW WITH...KISSING? EVERYONE HOLD ON TO SOMETHING.

fahye
2011-04-09 02:28 pm UTC (link)

Ignacio Gravenor doesn't drink, but from the look of him he'll do almost anything to be polite. Wolf orders wine; red, so the man feels at home. Two glasses, and pours.

"To your boss, yeah? I told you. I'll sort it."

A muscle moves, slow twitch, along Nacio's jaw. (He hadn't blinked when Wolf tried the name on him; a whim, a fast intimacy with which Wolf discarded Father Nolan's dusty voice: my brother in the faith, Ignacio.)

"Thank you, Oliver," he says. "I'm sure you will."

Wolf grins and mirrors his posture -- holds it -- and then picks up his own glass of wine. It works. Nacio's long fingers encircle the glass, gently but without hesitance.

"Father Nolan," he says. And pauses, glass raised to the level of his chest, as though expecting an echo.

The wine isn't bad. Wolf doesn't focus on it. Nacio takes a minute sip and sharpens, his colors denser for a moment, before replacing the glass. He moves as though he's still in that church, with the patience of eternity, afraid of throwing a limb out too quickly in case of striking cold stone. Pale and carved in statue lines himself. But there are glimpses, when he talks, when his eyes linger on the aftermath of Wolf's more deliberate smiles, of a crisp and intelligent light. Fierce in the boring sense of the word, but not boring at all.

Wolf wonders what turns such a man to God. And how long it takes to turn him back again.

"Tell me about -- the law," Nacio says at one point, the word soft in his mouth. Wolf can make language do almost anything but it's been a long time since he knew how to pronounce anything with reverence.

He thinks, nothing I say is going to live up to what this person thinks the fucking law is, and he'll find the holes in my speeches before I'm halfway through them. It shouldn't be a comforting thought but it sends heat through him on a path unconnected to the wine's tingling.

Instead he makes Nacio laugh, coaxes it out of him as one would with a shy animal. When he's not being a statue Nacio does a fair impression of one; a cat, perhaps; a cat that ate the complete works of Thomas Aquinas.

They don't stay long; the pub is filling up, and they don't know each other well enough to settle in. Nacio makes it most of the way down his glass and the light of his intellect burns higher, capturing his hands, making them dance. In an hour the word Oliver coheres from a wonder to a certainty.

Wolf buttons his heavy coat with fingers still warm from indoors and wine, and keeps watching Nacio, pleased with himself for spotting the man in the first place. It's the fabric of him, something so entirely new that it begs to be pulled and tested.

Nacio is looking away, less certain of himself here in the cold air, unsteady and quiet and probably quite difficult to break.

"Good night, then."

"Yes," Nacio says, "good night, Oliver --" and Wolf takes hold of his coat's lapels before the word has died.

His own name on Nacio's lips tastes mostly of the same winter wind and red wine that already fills Wolf's mouth, but just before he pulls away he has the sensation of tasting ink.

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	Re: Oliver & Nacio: The AU: Part 2. NOW WITH...KISSING? EVERYONE HOLD ON TO SOMETHING. seekingferret 2011-04-11 04:28 pm UTC (link)
	I don't really want to think through the implications of the fact that making them human solves all problems ever: Now they can kiss, yes, but also now they have easy, understandable places in society that don't push them to revolution. It's like you broke everything that made the eyaiverse the eyaiverse in less than a thousand words. (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent)

PS. YOU'RE WELCOME

fahye
2011-04-09 02:43 pm UTC (link)

Jinah: dimly I realise that in my drabble Oliver Wolf seems to be a vampire

Fahye: haaa

Jinah: humanity: challenging
HE IS

Fahye: I would not put it past him

Jinah: what is he

Fahye: if you take this any further I WILL WRITE VAMPIRE WOLF
back off now

Jinah: but what if I want it to be real
his beautiful skin sparkling in the light

Fahye: Nacio's freesia-scented blood

Jinah: he is the kind of person who would have freesia-scented blood.
Does this make us retroactively Twilight fans

Fahye: no
it makes us willing to take advantage of it...

Jinah: Who is Jacob??
I guess Dieter...except Dieter is also in love with Wolf...

Fahye: yeah that doesn't work

Jinah: :(

Fahye: unless Nacio is the vampire

Jinah: Nacio could be. He wears all black.
And he would be a pansy, no human blood consuming kind of vampire, like in Twilight

Fahye: he WOULD. he would be edward cullen with slightly more sense
always whining about his SOUL

Jinah: oh god
oh god
what have we done
Nacio: I'm going to hell. I'm going to hell.
Wolf: Why aren't we having sex yet?!
IT'S ALL CLEAR NOW

Fahye: Dieter: *is shirtless*
Nacio: DOESN'T HE OWN A SHIRT
THIS IS INDECENT

Jinah: Dieter: Who would put a cloth on this?!
The revolution is Nacio/Wolf's vampire/human baby.

Fahye: .........
*SOBS*

Jinah: It all makes so much sense...
Except...that Wolf...is the worst Bella...imaginable.

Fahye: Wolf: I AM AMAZING. WHO WANTS A PIECE. EVERYONE? WELL DUH.

Jinah: Dying
Nacio: I'll be in the church, confessing my sins...
Wolf: You have no sins, except idiocy.

Fahye: wait until Nacio starts moaning that he doesn't believe in sex before marriage

Jinah: And he doesn't. :(

Fahye: look I feel as though we have to post this chatlog to the drabblefest so that it does not accidentally become an actual fic
and then I can return to the VAMPIRELESS AU

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	oh hai prompts littledust 2011-04-10 01:16 am UTC (link)
	* COMMUNITY/EYAI CROSSOVER. MAKE IT SO. * Mai Linh & Dieter, Bond AU * Eyai: The Musical (OOOONE DAY MOOOOORE) * The horrifying story of the magician's eyai from Fortuna Fugit. * Eyai, the fashion industry, and Dom. * High school AU (Reply to this) (Thread) (Hide 9 comments) (Show 9 comments)

	no subject schiarire 2011-04-10 01:37 am UTC (link)
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THIS ... ISN"T EVEN FUNNY

nextian
2011-04-10 02:54 am UTC (link)

AND THEREFORE HAS NO REDEEMING QUALITIES

~

Nahia finds Mai Linh out behind the modulars. Wolf and Nacio are already there, Wolf sprawled out high as a kite against one of the sheds, Nacio sitting cross-legged with the joint between his long fingers like a fork he doesn't know how to use.

Mai Linh lifts a hand, and her jacket lifts too, showing the skin around her waist. When it comes down to it, Nahia's fucked.

"Is anyone allowed to come to this party?" she asks, leaning next to Mai Linh. "Or is it just the high rollers?"

Mai Linh snorts. "I'll tell Dieter you said that, if he shows."

Nahia kicks up her foot, trying to make it look like a casual and unconscious decision, and scrapes a little paint off the shed with her heel. "You do that," she says. "Where is he?"

Wolf raises a lazy hand. "He's out in the real world," he says. "Consorting with strangers."

"He's going to get suspended," Mai Linh says flatly. "He's got two months to go, you'd think he could stick it out now."

"He's not going to get suspended," Wolf says. "Ciro's going to keep changing his attendance record. I told you, I've got everything sorted out."

"Of course you do, Oliver," Nacio says, and Wolf subsides. The creepiest thing about that isn't that Wolf has a first name; it's that it isn't flattery. Nacio holds the joint up to her.

"Thanks." She takes a drag. "It'd just be hard on the Free Minds."

"Not a lot of contracts for a drummer alone," Mai Linh says, fingering her calluses. "I'm really going to kill him if he doesn't show for the open mic."

"Well, if you need a Guitar Hero backup artist," Nahia says, and regrets it immediately when Nacio gives her a Nacio smile. "Here, ruin your voice."

"It's pretty much gone," Mai Linh says, but she cups her hands around the end and takes the hit anyway. Her eyes drift close, and she lets the smoke out in one long hiss.

"You never let it really get to you," Wolf informs her, magisterially. "You got to hold it in for once in your life. It's a totally different world."

"It'd be a totally different world if you closed your mouth for a whole minute between thoughts," Mai Linh says, easily, and bumps shoulders with Nahia, just for a second, and Nahia closes her eyes and tries not to die.

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	Re: THIS ... ISN"T EVEN FUNNY littledust 2011-04-10 02:58 am UTC (link)
	dsafkdjasl;fjdka my hopes and dreams (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent) (Thread) (Hide 1 comment) (Show 1 comment)

	Re: THIS ... ISN"T EVEN FUNNY nextian 2011-04-10 03:21 am UTC (link)
	NOW SOMEONE NEEDS TO DO THE BOND ONE (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent)

	no subject schiarire 2011-04-10 03:04 am UTC (link)
	I can't breathe, I can't breathe! 1. NAHIA's unendurable crush! 2. Nacio's...being Nacio. 3. Mai Linh owning everyone. WHERE IS MORE. (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent) (Thread) (Hide 2 comments) (Show 2 comments)

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	YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION. The answer is ... imprisoned in your keyboard. Crying to be let free. (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent) (Thread) (Hide 1 comment) (Show 1 comment)

	no subject schiarire 2011-04-10 03:36 am UTC (link)
	No, no, mine will be the Catholic school AU. You must continue the band one! (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent)

	Re: THIS ... ISN"T EVEN FUNNY fahye 2011-04-10 03:08 am UTC (link)
	A BAND OF COURSE THEY HAVE A BAND <333333 (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent) (Thread) (Hide 1 comment) (Show 1 comment)

	Re: THIS ... ISN"T EVEN FUNNY nextian 2011-04-10 03:23 am UTC (link)
	Yes, Mai Linh does drum & vocals and Dieter plays guitar and loops bass under (they have "acquired" a sample pedal), and Nacio and Nahia both really appreciate the musical artistry and lyrical bossness of the whole experience, and Wolf is starting a moshpit in the coffeehouse. (Reply to this) (Thread from start) (Parent)

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	-Demographic Analysis of the Oliver Wolf Memorabilia Market -Nacio loses a religious argument with someone -Mai-Linh is surprisingly good at playing psallopiano (Reply to this)

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prodigy
2011-04-11 04:49 am UTC (link)

This is SO OFF TOPIC but I have been poking my way through eyaiverse in my spare time, I swear! Not having my own computer set up yet + EAR TETANUS are hampering me, but it's not every day you have an LJ/DW friend who has a nifty transhuman sci-fi verse with a robot revolution and philosophical questions on the definitions of humanity, so I am intrigued to check it out, once I am finished with my application for the National Society for EAR TETANUS AWARENESS.

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nextian
2011-04-11 04:58 am UTC (link)

It's offtopic only in the sense that it is both ONTOPIC and that it DELIGHTS ME. Wait wait ear tetanus?? As in ... tetanus ... in your ear?? Oh wait I've just seen your post okay that's -- that's -- that's a thing that can happen. To your piercings. I hope it's not tetanoidal. Anyway, yes, I'm really glad you're looking through it, I feel it will appeal to you! (Or ... hope. I don't really have a good track record with convincing other people it's as cool as it is in my head. Once I printed out fortuna fugit to show to my mom and she got halfway through and she said "Emma, is this story ... science fiction?" and that was it for that adventure.)

It is an entirely nifty scifi verse though. With so much of a revolution. And probably too many philosophical questions on the definition of humanity, though Nacio would object to your use of the word humanity because honestly how anthropocentric can you get, personhood will do perfectly well in the speeches!

Oh god I'm so tired.

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prodigy
2011-04-11 05:03 am UTC (link)

Dude, I know what you mean about proselytizing things that you swear are cool but are hard to convert other people to without lots of context and history. If it's any help, I tend to find that a. wiki-type (or other-type) databases of clearly labeled character and world info, b. introducing people to characters before worlds, and c. giving people funny/wisecracky stories to start on before the heavier-duty stuff helps.

Of course, none of this is a gospel truth -- I think more people read my like 30K horrorventure story about Jasper + Susanna vs. a haunted house than anything else??? -- but I think it helps. And I'm not sure why I'm trying to help anyway, this is like taking the advice of Rorschach on the street with his doom sign.

Anyway, yes, I am going to sort out and read/comment on eyai as soon as I can. It helped once I figured out that eyai = AI. It literally took me a bunch of times. I'm not kidding. For a while it looked like Hawkeye had hooked up with some person named "Ey."

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