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Me says: Ari didn't mean for her crew to start out female-heavy, but when her mechanic Callie and her gunner Briley retired, she managed to pick up Thierry and he introduced her to Nyla, and, eventually, Jerrin
Gully Dwarf Blues says: Ah.
Me says: Jerrin is good as a gunner but also serves as a bit of a Jack-of-all-Trades (joat) helping wherever someone needs an extra hand
Me says: 'cept piloting, which seems to be a talent reserved for the womenfolk of their ship
Gully Dwarf Blues says: Hollander can pretty do almost everything, but he spends most of his time planning their next attack.
Me says: Ari is the worst cook ever. She can burn water.
Gully Dwarf Blues says: Hehehe. I'm glad she isn't making food for me!
Me says: Merril took her off the cooking rota, after that week they got food poisoning and nearly lost the ship to some scavengers who mistook a drifting Valerie for a derelict
Gully Dwarf Blues says: Ouch.
Me says: fortunately, no scavenger appreciates being vomitted on and a sick crew is a desperate crew to get the threat off their boat 'fore the next round of vomitting and diarrhea
Me says: their attackers were very cautious approaching derelicts after that, and still turn pale at the sound of vomitting
Gully Dwarf Blues says: I love it.
Me says: I love making this stuff up on the spot

Fin.

Rec-Go-Round: Rec me one story you've written that you're proud of, any genre, here on my LJ. Then go forth and ask the same in yours.

Be brave.

Fin.

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( I got a little carried a way maybe )

Today I finally sat down at edited a short story I wrote about a year ago. I've posted it here before. On some concrit I got over at nz_writers I finally sat down and cleaned it up a little. Maybe I'll post the new version over at fictionpress.com later on. I kinda want to go over my works already posted there and work on them too. There's definitely room for improvement.
The weather is so nice I'm wearing a dress. I look so dressed up with my hair up like it is, and the matching necklace and earrings. It's kinda nice, looking nice. And Liz admired my dress. It got warm enough I ended up opening my windows to let in a breeze or die of the stuffyness. 'Cause there's a bunch of maintainence going on and such, so there's workers around outside, I figured it would be a good idea to put away all my clean laundry before they can tell what I wear under everything. Ha. I got a bit OCD even and ended up going through all my drawers and actually sorting and folding all my clothes. Usually I just shove 'em in every which way.
I have this pencil holder, something I've had for years, but I hate it. So I decided to replace it. I got an old can that once held spaghetti, washed off the label, and made a new cover. I put one of my photos of a dragon and its keeper from a past Ren faire, and glued it to a piece of paper along with the sticker that says, "Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup!" And taped that on to the can. It looks cool.
Spent last night curled up on my bed with a hot water bottle. Stupid cramps. Thankfully they were nice and done with when I finally decided to go to sleep last night.

Fin.

...He was tall, taller than her uncle, with long blonde hair and steel grey eyes. He was dressed in muted greys and browns as if they would help him fade into the background and keep people from noticing him. From the many appreciative looks women—and men—sent his way, it wasn’t working. Arnette allowed her eyes to wander over his form before inspecting the couple that could only be blood relations if not his parents...

Fin.

1. Pick any one of my user icons.

2. Write a drabble (read: very short story) about the one you picked. Yes, you. :D

3. Post it for me? Pretty please? *g*

(Then post this in your journal and I'll do the same for you.)

[Text only: "I intend to live forever. So far, so good."]

It seemed so easy when I thought of it. Immortality comes in many forms, but truly the best is in not dying. So far it has been good. No death threats, youthful body, great sex partner... what more could a gal ask for? Ahhh, money. Material acquisition will certainly have to change, as now I'll have more time to appreciate the good stuff. Hey, I wonder who else plans to live forever? We should start a group, so we have some future connections when it comes time to take over the world. First, Antarctica. I'll get those penguins yet! Then, something bigger, bolder. Australia. Good shark hunting, those waters. And then... hey! Who are you, and what are you doing listening to my Secret Plans?!

Fin.