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Year One: Cadet Scott, Canon
When it became perfectly clear to me that the original Scotty couldn't stay in the new universe, aboard the new Enterprise, without it slowly breaking his heart, I needed a solution. I didn't want a new character, though. I wanted the one I knew intimately, the one who I'd been writing for so long. So, I needed an answer. I needed a Scotty who ( Read more... ) -
Year One: TOS!Scotty
So, this is the one year anniversary of this journal. I don't know how many still read it, though I do know there are a few. Aside, this gives me a chance to wax reminiscent about how I got this journal and where it eventually lead, so I'm all for taking it. And finally, it's a handy sort of way to recap all of the threads in it. XD Which I ( Read more... ) -
For I am a Sheep - Baaaaaaa
headcanon meme
Cadet Scott (Rhy'Din) | TOS Scotty (Canon)
♥ comment as your character
♥ ask other characters (IC or OOC) things you want to know about them
♥ feel free to continue the line of questioning
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[Open] - Fit th'...
New Fairfield tended to be a quiet kind of place. Peaceful. A good place to be, if you happened to be displaced from your native timestream by about two centuries and some change ( Read more... ) -
OOC - Och.
To whomever sent me the balloons... thank you. ::blush!:: <3 Thank you, I am blushing and flattered and touched. And beaming. XD icon worthy, by far. -
Where the Streets Have No Name - [Connecticut, 2009] - [Rated NC-17]
The trip to the town of New Fairfield, Connecticut, was only about a two and a half hour drive from Princeton, but it took them until late evening to get there. First, because Sandra had to coordinate with an eager-to-help Jane, who said that the gentlemen could hide there as long as they needed. Then, because they had to discuss a few more ( Read more... ) -
OOC - Oh, Lord
To the anonymouse who sent me the rose, and the paid time... thank you. You made a very, very rough few days much happier.
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Wee Small Hours - [New Jersey, 2009]
When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk til dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you...
-Frank Sinatra, In the Wee Small Hours of the MorningThe thing that stuck most strongly with Scotty about October in New Jersey was the smell; it was musty and sort of sweet, in a way. He couldn't ( Read more... ) -
What Thoughts at Heart - [New Enterprise]
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread ( Read more... )