Home, B +1, original (Free Wi-Fi) lilian_choDecember 16 2010, 00:31:32 UTC
I almost always give books as presents to children. (I used to give books to teenagers and adults too, but then realized that for the most part this is Too Late). Word of advice: include a trinket or two like stickers and a small pack of crayons. Kids love lots of little presents instead of one big present =P
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"Things I Do for Free Wi-Fi, Item #7b" [ 1][ 2][ 3][ 4]
"So." Justin leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "What neighborly thing can I help you with today
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The long pale eyelashes were exactly as ordered, but he didn’t expect the simulacrum’s brilliant, lifelike eyes. All the simulacra he’d encountered before always had sterile-colored eyes.
Inside the warm carriage, the simulacrum appeared more alert and less doll-like. Green-gold eyes looked out the window, around the carriage and over Joseph himself. Returning the open gaze, he idly wondered what the simulacrum made of the horseless carriage. Strictly speaking, a coachman was not needed to direct the carriage. The coachman, just like the seamless sound of horse’s hooves, was merely part of this society’s Old World pretensions. He occasionally muted the carriage sound, which invariably unnerved his guests. Being the Third Earl Amherst entitled him to his eccentricities and his few…vices.
P +2; Merlinolivia_jDecember 16 2010, 06:49:36 UTC
P is for painting.
Prompt: powder +2 Word Count: 157
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Morgana watches from her window as the sun rises, the red and gold-streaked sky giving the newly fallen snow a rose-tinted glow. For now, the castle courtyard is pristine, dirt and muck and all other evidence of Camelot's inhabitants hidden under a thin layer of powdery whiteness.
All is quiet and clean, and Morgana breathes, inhaling the cold morning air, feeling it chill her throat.
How many times has she stood at this window, leaning against the rough, solid stone as she watches and waits. The future is coming, she knows, every minute hurtling each of them faster, further towards their fate.
These have been her chambers since she was a child. She has seen the seasons come and pass, the years falling away, time always circling back around to the start.
There is change coming, she knows. For good or ill, things cannot ever remain the same.
Adrien placed his folded arms on the table. “I need you to come to my parents’ wedding anniversary.”
“Um, aren’t you going about this backwards? We haven’t even gotten to first base yet.” Nonplussed, Nicholas gave his date an awkward smile.
Adrien didn’t return his smile. “I want you to pose as my boyfriend.”
“Is this you pretending to be gay because you want to get out of an arranged marriage?” was Nicholas’ brilliant response.
Adrien looked at him as if he was questioning his sanity. Right, only my relatives are that crazy. And characters in Bollywood movies.
Before the surreal atmosphere can build to a Twilight Zone level, his Not-Date broke the silence. “No, I am gay, which is why I want you to pose as my boyfriend.” He handed Nicholas his phone. “This man.”
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"Things I Do for Free Wi-Fi, Item #7b" [ 1][ 2][ 3][ 4]
"So." Justin leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "What neighborly thing can I help you with today ( ... )
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Ctd. here.
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Lord Amherst's Commission snippet continued from above.
The long pale eyelashes were exactly as ordered, but he didn’t expect the simulacrum’s brilliant, lifelike eyes. All the simulacra he’d encountered before always had sterile-colored eyes.
Inside the warm carriage, the simulacrum appeared more alert and less doll-like. Green-gold eyes looked out the window, around the carriage and over Joseph himself. Returning the open gaze, he idly wondered what the simulacrum made of the horseless carriage. Strictly speaking, a coachman was not needed to direct the carriage. The coachman, just like the seamless sound of horse’s hooves, was merely part of this society’s Old World pretensions. He occasionally muted the carriage sound, which invariably unnerved his guests. Being the Third Earl Amherst entitled him to his eccentricities and his few…vices.
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Prompt: powder +2
Word Count: 157
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Morgana watches from her window as the sun rises, the red and gold-streaked sky giving the newly fallen snow a rose-tinted glow. For now, the castle courtyard is pristine, dirt and muck and all other evidence of Camelot's inhabitants hidden under a thin layer of powdery whiteness.
All is quiet and clean, and Morgana breathes, inhaling the cold morning air, feeling it chill her throat.
How many times has she stood at this window, leaning against the rough, solid stone as she watches and waits. The future is coming, she knows, every minute hurtling each of them faster, further towards their fate.
These have been her chambers since she was a child. She has seen the seasons come and pass, the years falling away, time always circling back around to the start.
There is change coming, she knows. For good or ill, things cannot ever remain the same.
She closes the window, ready to begin the day.
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I just can't stick to one plotbunny, can I?
The Proper-False [ 1][ 2][ 3][ 4][ 5][ 6][ 7]
“O-kay?”
Adrien placed his folded arms on the table. “I need you to come to my parents’ wedding anniversary.”
“Um, aren’t you going about this backwards? We haven’t even gotten to first base yet.” Nonplussed, Nicholas gave his date an awkward smile.
Adrien didn’t return his smile. “I want you to pose as my boyfriend.”
“Is this you pretending to be gay because you want to get out of an arranged marriage?” was Nicholas’ brilliant response.
Adrien looked at him as if he was questioning his sanity. Right, only my relatives are that crazy. And characters in Bollywood movies.
Before the surreal atmosphere can build to a Twilight Zone level, his Not-Date broke the silence. “No, I am gay, which is why I want you to pose as my boyfriend.” He handed Nicholas his phone. “This man.”
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