The prompts are in, my head is spinning, and I've picked my top 5. I couldn't even narrow it down any further, because so many of them were so freaking good! Some of them were just a single line that worked brilliantly to capture my imagination, and others are almost a complete story in themselves. Getting it down to 5 was hard enough work, any further...yikes. One stood out as particularly appealing for a serial story here on my blog, but I'm not going to ignore the others. I have plans, so many plans...
To Wayne, who came up with a brilliant idea for #2--I love the holographic lover concept, I just want to steer away from sci-fi for a while, but I'll probably write that out into something within the next year, because it's awesome.
To Bluebird, who suggested an amazing post-apocalypse fic for #4--that sounds like just the dystopia I need! And the bit with the apple as an artifact of better times, I love it. Way to work with the last minute panic :)
To Tiffany, who suggested combining #1 and #5 into a single prompt because she knew it would drive me CRAZY, I'm waiting for inspiration in the form of Half Life 3. I'll replay some BioShock Infinite to get me prepped, but basically this is me saying I love the video game angle.
To VC, who also combined #1 and #5, yours is probably, on a visceral level, my favorite prompt of the game. The only problem is that I know nothing about Brighton, very little about the '70s and am not a native British-English speaker, so I've got a lot of research to do before tackling this prompt that I'm incapable of at 9am Tuesday mornings when I do most of my serial writing. I loved it though, totally loved it and will not let it go. I hope you'll Brit-pick the final product for me.
And the winner and champion, for the prompt that suited my needs and captivated me with its possibilities...Lisa T! Close enough to contemporary that I don't have to sweat bullets about accuracy, just my kind of urban fantasy twist, and I can't help it, I'm unnaturally biased toward this pic lately. It'll be just the thing to draw out for my readers here. Let me combine her pic and prompt choice for you guys and see if you don't agree with me...
They've called me a soothsayer, a clairvoyant. Even a prophet. Hell, no! It is true though, I do see the future. Your future. Look me in the eyes. That's all it takes. I fucking hate it. Most hate me even more.
You think you want to know, but trust me, you don't. That's not the way it's supposed to work.
And hell, if you're looking for advice, go the fuck on. I ain't no fucking shrink. If you come to me you better be willing to pay, play, and then stay the fuck away.
You'd think that last bit'd be the easy part. Why would they ever come back after the things I've done to their lives? But they always, always come back. Looking, seeking, needing. There was only one who ever left and stayed away, and I can't see his future anymore. It's just black. I guess I know what that means. Fucker went off and got himself snuffed. Dammit.
So yeah, I'll take your money, your fortunes, your fucking soul, if I could, because there's got to be something to balance the scales. Each one of you eats at my soul every time you "have to know". It's just never enough, though, for any of us.
***
So much potential! I just had to grab it and start making plans with it immediately. I've got another month or so of posting for The Academy planned, and then it's on to a brand new story.
I'm so grateful to everyone who sent me a prompt, you don't even know. You've made my birthday something really special, so thank you! I wish I could have taken all of them, but I'm not as fast a writer as some incredible people (you know who you are) and have plenty of projects on my plate already, so...we'll just have to play this again next year, I think.
Hey top Five-ers...you all get $5 Amazon giftcards or an e-book out of my backlist, your choice. Email me at carizabeth@hotmail.com to work it out.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Last Day to Prompt Me!
I've gotten some amazing prompts so far, here and on Goodreads and on my Facebook page...really, really good ones, choosing just one is impossible. But I'd love a few more before I grab my favorites and tell you all about what I'm going to be doing with them! Tomorrow is my birthday, and nothing makes me happier than gifts of creativity, so if you've thought about it but haven't prompted yet, or are inspired to offer up another, check my pics out here: From Pics to Prompts to Story.
If you've already played and are waiting to see what happens next, thank you! I haven't responded to prompters yet because I don't want to inadvertently give anything away, but I am so, so happy with everything I've received. I appreciate your participation more than I can say.
Also, Happy Father's Day!
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
The Academy Post #27
Notes: The last
chapter before the climax begins. It’ll be a long, drawn-out climax, with
plenty of denouement J
Also, huge thanks to everyone who’s sent me a prompt so far for one of my pics—I’m
so excited to see what people come up with, on the blog and email and on
Goodreads and even Facebook! I’ve read two prompts so far that I absolutely
have to do something with, and I’d love to be tempted with more. Please, go
look here and feed my muse!
Title: The Academy
Part Twenty-Seven: Ten’s Guide to the Art of Non-Apology
***
“We can’t wait any longer.”
“We can’t afford to push the
schedule up, Fledgling,” Admiral Liang said to his operative. “I don’t have all
the pieces in place yet. Phase Three can’t start until all the players are
where they need to be.”
“With respect, sir, if we don’t get
a handle on the situation as it stands now, it could go beyond our ability to
control.”
Admiral Liang shut his eyes and
rubbed a hand over his face, knowing that Fledgling was right but disliking the
situation so strongly that it bordered on hatred, which would be a dangerous
wormhole to fly down. He didn’t have the luxury of emotional involvement with
this, not if he was going to win his course. And that was the most important
thing, in the end, not the things that went awry along the way, even if those
things were people.
“You realize,” he said, opening his
eyes and looking at Fledgling, “that no matter what course of action you take,
without taking the time to put safeties up you’re going to be implicated in the
results. And these implications will have very far-ranging consequences for
you, consequences that I won’t be able to get you out of, not if this is going
to work. I wanted this to be a bloodless transition, not a damaging one.”
“Blood’s already been spilled, sir,”
Fledgling pointed out. Admiral Liang knew that, of course; he knew all the
damage that had already been done, and beyond that, he knew the damage that had
been narrowly avoided thanks to luck and circumstance.
“Then we move on to Phase Three,”
he sighed. “For the record, I’m sorry to have to use you this way.”
Fledgling smiled suddenly, the
expression surprisingly sweet. “It’s all right, sir. I’m used to it. At least
this time I got to choose my involvement.”
“Be safe, then. Use your judgment
on the timing, but get it done as quickly as you can. The situation on Liberty
is volatile, and I want us to be out in front of it this time.”
“Yes, sir.”
A moment after Fledgling left the
room, Admiral Liang said, “Mercury, report.”
“One attempted incursion by Argus during lockdown. Reverting to Hermes
mode.”
Argus Panoptes, the many-eyed
watcher…Admiral Liang should have chosen a different myth for his foe,
something with many limbs instead, each of them battering at his plan and
knocking it off course. Well. Like an ancient Earth general once said, no
battle plan survived contact with the enemy. He just had to make sure than
everyone else did.
***
Ten was very rarely wrong.
It wasn’t bragging, it was true!
Ten was almost never wrong, not in hir calculations, not in hir formulations,
not in hir interpretations of science and, usually, not in hir interpretations
of other people. Ten had learned what made people tick, and ticked off, very
early, and applied hir knowledge with little compunction. Was ze always
diplomatic? No, because that was usually a waste of time. If someone was going
to be mad at you, they were going to be mad, end of story. Might as well not
bother softening the blow if they were just going to be angry anyway.
Ten was starting to think that ze
had miscalculated when it came to Cody, though.
Ze had presented the facts, and
they were as close to incontrovertible as could be. Cody was just being stubborn, and Ten was determined to make him see the truth.
Unfortunately, it turned out that Cody could be just as stubborn as Ten when he
wanted to be, and apparently this subject was a sticking point for him.
Ten tried over breakfast the first
day, after not speaking with Cody for an entire evening and night, which had
been…hard. He’d obviously been in pain, seemed worried about something that he
didn’t want to talk about, at least not to Ten, and that hurt. What Ten really
wanted to do was help him get into his uniform, because Cody was having a hard
time getting it on with his broken collarbone, then brush his hair back for him
so he wouldn’t have to twist his good arm around, get him some food and make
sure he ate it. And maybe hold his hand.
What ze did instead was let Cody
dress himself in painful silence, wrestle with his hair until he gave up, then
followed him into the kitchen, where Grennson fed him before Ten could.
“What are you going to tell people
if they ask about that?” Darrell said, gesturing at Cody’s arm. “If you don’t
want everyone to know about the natural thing.”
“Oh, shit.” Cody went paler than he
already was. “I don’t know. It’s not like I can hide the sling like I did the
bruises, I don’t know!”
“Perhaps you could stay out of
class until it heals?” Grennson suggested.
“No, I’d have to miss way too much
before then.”
“Easy,” Ten said, finally sensing a
way to get back into Cody’s good graces. “Tell anyone who asks that you had an
allergic reaction this time around and they had to pull you out of the tank.”
Darrell frowned. “Do those even
happen with Regen?”
“Point-oh-five percent of all
immersive Regen treatments result in a moderate to severe allergic reaction in
the patient, regardless of prior exposures,” Ten said, settling the coronal
transducer around hir head and tucking it behind hir ears. Ze had taken to
wearing it constantly, setting it to record the energies around hir for later
analysis. “I can show you the statistics if you want them.”
Darrell made a face. “No, that’s
fine.”
“So that’s a reasonable excuse?”
Cody asked, looking more relieved already. Ten felt a warm feeling well up in
hir belly, knowing that ze had put that expression there. “People won’t think I’m
lying?”
“Some people might not believe you,
but you can’t do anything about idiots,” Ten said philosophically, biting into
a soft, squishy thing that might have been a muffin or might have been a
mushroom, it was hard to tell with Grennson’s foods sometimes. Whatever, it
tasted delicious.
“Thank you.” Cody exhaled heavily,
then bit into his own muffroom. “Mmm…this
is really good,” he said to Grennson after he swallowed. The Perel’s quills
fluffed with pleasure.
“They’re one of my father’s
favorites,” he confided. “For when he felt uneasy. They have calming
properties.”
Ten blinked, then looked with more
interest at hir food. “Did you lace these with sedatives? Will they make us
high?”
“No!” Grennson affected a shocked
look. “I wouldn’t drug you without your permission.”
“Unlike some people here,” Darrell
muttered. Ten ignored him.
“They just contain a few herbs from
home that my father discovered helped to quiet his mind when he was upset. They’re
not addictive, and they won’t make you fall asleep or turn you manic.”
“Because some people don’t need the
help.”
“Aww, is our little Legacy feeling
catty today?” Ten asked sweetly, taking a big bite of the muffroom, then grinning
at Darrell with hir mouth open.
“You guys are disgusting,” Cody
said, but he was smiling. He finished his food fast, then stood up. “I’ve got
to run, I need to see Phil before my first class.”
“Hang on,” Ten mumbled, stuffing
the rest of the food into hir mouth and running for their room. Ze grabbed hir
tablet, then joined Cody at the door. “I have to go out too, I’ll walk with
you.”
“Oookay.” They left together, and
made it all of five steps before Ten couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“Did you use your pain pen this
morning?”
Cody nodded. “And I’ve got it with
me if I really need it during the day.”
“I don’t think she calculated the
dosage right.”
Cody smiled at hir. “Of course you
don’t.”
“No, I’m being serious, you have a
line between your eyebrows that indicates a feeling of pain, and if she had
done her job right, you wouldn’t have that line. You should lodge a complaint.”
“I’m not going to do that, and I’m
not in pain.” Ten couldn’t hold back a scoff, and Cody relented. “Okay, a
little bit, but it’s not in my collarbone. I’ve got a headache, and my back
kind of hurts from not being able to roll around last night. I’m usually an
active sleeper, and just lying there is…it’s hard to stay asleep for long.”
“Plus you didn’t sleep well because
you had an upsetting conversation with your parents yesterday.”
Cody’s mouth fell open; Ten tried
not to preen. “How did you know that?”
Ten was about to reply, but stopped
when they passed Pamela, along with a few of her quadmates, at the door of Hebe
Tower before heading out into the sun. They exchanged a little wave but nothing
more, and once they were out of earshot Ten picked up where ze’d left off.
“You were in bed pretending to
sleep when I got into the room, which was two hours before you usually fall
asleep. You left your transmitter out next to your bed, and the only people you
ever talk to with that are family members, I assume because of all sorts of
security measures built into the device. If it had been really bad news you
probably would have been crying—”
“Shut up!” Cody looked back at the
girls, who were loitering at the door chatting, but they were too far distant
to hear them now.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, it’s a normal
physiological response to stress and anxiety, among other things, and no
indicator of masculinity or adulthood or whatever stupid thing you’re thinking
right now,” Ten said, brushing off Cody’s discomfort. “Anyway, you weren’t
crying and didn’t show any signs of having been, so I assume everyone is all
right, but you were still upset, so…oh right. They found out you’d been
injured.” Ten bit hir lower lip before ze could stop hirself. “Were they really
mad?”
“Yeah,” Cody said with a sigh. “They
got into a fight over whether to pull me out of the Academy or not.”
“What?!” Ten felt like Cody had
reached into hir chest and squeezed hir heart, it was fluttering so hard. “They
can’t take you out of the Academy, you’re a cadet here, you won’t be able to
continue in the military if you don’t stay, especially because of your…” Ten looked
around suspiciously, then said, “unique circumstances. They can’t take you out!”
What would I do here without you?
“Garrett managed to persuade my dad
not to, but I really hate it when they’re arguing,” Cody confessed. “They get
along so well most of the time that it’s really disconcerting when they don’t.”
“Nice word.”
“Thanks, I’m not a total idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot at all,” Ten
said, and the warm smile ze got from Cody almost took hir breath away. “Except
about Kyle,” Ten added, and the smile dropped away.
“Ten…”
“Why won’t you believe the
evidence?”
“Because I know better!” Cody
insisted, walking faster toward Hephaestus Tower, which loomed in the distance.
“Because I know him better, and he
hasn’t hurt me or taken advantage of me, not even when it would have been easy,
Ten. Kyle’s done nothing except be a good friend to me, and I am really sick of
fighting about him with you.”
“So am I!” Ten said. “It’s not my
fault you won’t believe me!”
“Maybe you could try believing me for once,” Cody said, hurt still
filtering in through his terse words. “You haven’t liked Kyle from the moment
you met him, and I think that’s coloring your impressions of him and your
interpretations of everything he does. So no, I don’t believe you.” They got to the front door of Hephaestus
Tower and Cody put his hand up to swipe in, but Ten grabbed his wrist before it
got there.
“I don’t want to fight with you,”
ze said, not even surprised anymore at how true that was. Nothing made hir feel
as bad as being ignored by Cody.
“So don’t fight with me, then,”
Cody said, as if it was that easy. “Just accept when I tell you that I’m sure it
wasn’t Kyle who tried to kill me, if it actually wasn’t an accident, which I’m
still not completely sure of.”
Because
you’re being willfully ignorant! Ten wanted to scream, but ze knew that
would get hir absolutely nowhere with Cody, just deepen the crack that had
sprung up between them since their kiss. That kiss…
There was no time to think about it
right now. “Okay,” Ten said, surprising hirself a little bit. “I’ll stop. I won’t
bring it up anymore, I won’t talk about Kyle at all. I do still think that
someone sabotaged your bike, but I’ll shut up about it unless I have something
completely solid to show you. Something undeniable, which I haven’t done so
far. And in the meantime, you keep talking to me. Don’t shut me out.”
“I won’t,” Cody said, perfectly
genuine. “I hate it when we don’t talk.”
“So do I.” More than anything.
“Okay.” His smile was back now,
sweet and relieved. “I’ve really got to go in and meet with Phil, but I’ll see
you later.”
“Good.” Ten let go of Cody’s arm
and watched him head into Hephaestus, hir mind already spinning with
possibilities.
Ze needed something completely
solid to make hir case, not only to Cody but to administrators, that Kyle was a
would-be murderer and all around menace. That he probably had backing from his brother,
and wanted Cody dead because of his parent’s work on Liberty. That he needed to
go to prison, or jail or penitentiary or whatever the military equivalent was.
And nothing was as solid as evidence backed up by a confession.
This…would take some thought.
Friday, June 6, 2014
From Pics To Prompts To Story
Here we go! I'm so excited, thank you for playing along!
A few notes before getting into it: some of these pictures feature recognizable people, but I'm not in this to write fanfic (I love to read it, but I don't write it--I never feel comfortable trying to helm someone else's characters). You're welcome to combine pictures into a single prompt, skip around, provide more than one...go nuts! I may love more than one of the prompts provided, in which case I'll eventually write more than one story, but as it stands I'll pick one to start because I have so much to work on as is. You can prompt any genre (be creative--just because it looks contemporary doesn't mean it has to be) and add in any stipulations you like, but keep in mind the kind of writer I am. If you want non-con, hmm, probably not going to be my first pick. Same goes with bodily-function kinks, super-heavy angst and YA (because I'm writing a YA right now, and one is more than enough to focus on for me). If I love almost all of your prompt but don't want to follow one particular part, I may chat you up about it.
All the pictures are numbered one to five, and you can leave prompts in the comments section or email me (or leave a comment on Goodreads or ping me on Twitter, whatever works for you, I'm versatile). None of the pics are mine or can be attributed to me, they're all from the wondrous morass that is Tumblr. I'm going to leave the prompting window open until the 16th, ten days from now, which is also my birthday--I'm fiction-gifting myself, yay! This story, whatever it ends up as, will be my follow-up on the blog after The Academy, so don't look for immediate posts.
Without further ado...
A few notes before getting into it: some of these pictures feature recognizable people, but I'm not in this to write fanfic (I love to read it, but I don't write it--I never feel comfortable trying to helm someone else's characters). You're welcome to combine pictures into a single prompt, skip around, provide more than one...go nuts! I may love more than one of the prompts provided, in which case I'll eventually write more than one story, but as it stands I'll pick one to start because I have so much to work on as is. You can prompt any genre (be creative--just because it looks contemporary doesn't mean it has to be) and add in any stipulations you like, but keep in mind the kind of writer I am. If you want non-con, hmm, probably not going to be my first pick. Same goes with bodily-function kinks, super-heavy angst and YA (because I'm writing a YA right now, and one is more than enough to focus on for me). If I love almost all of your prompt but don't want to follow one particular part, I may chat you up about it.
All the pictures are numbered one to five, and you can leave prompts in the comments section or email me (or leave a comment on Goodreads or ping me on Twitter, whatever works for you, I'm versatile). None of the pics are mine or can be attributed to me, they're all from the wondrous morass that is Tumblr. I'm going to leave the prompting window open until the 16th, ten days from now, which is also my birthday--I'm fiction-gifting myself, yay! This story, whatever it ends up as, will be my follow-up on the blog after The Academy, so don't look for immediate posts.
Without further ado...
Because this guy screams something, I just don't know what...
Why yes, it is a manip of Richard Armitage and Lee Pace, I'm glad you noticed!
You think you've written enough about people with guns, but no...
I've had this on my dash for months and love it, but never figured out exactly why. You should tell me.
He looks like he's going somewhere. Plus, he looks like James McAvoy, so win-win!
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Writing From Prompts: Help Wanted
The Goodreads M/M Romance group's major free story event is underway as of June 1st, posting three stories a day, all based on a picture and prompt provided by a member of the group. I love this event, it's what got me on to Goodreads at all thanks to my readerwife, and I always take a prompt. I love seeing what other people do with their inspiration, and I like to think about what I would have done with some of my favorites instead.
I love writing from prompts. Some of my best stuff has been inspired by a picture, or a poem, or a call for submissions from a press. In fact, the only thing I can think of off the top of my head that I started with no preconceptions was Bonded, which led to Pandora which led to Paradise which led to The Academy, so I really can't complain. The Academy is coming along well, and probably won't be completely wrapped up until closer to the end of the summer, but I'm already thinking about what to serialize next here. I'm in the process of turning these fics into self-published works, so it has to be something good that I'll be proud to offer to people later. Nothing's grabbed me yet, though (and don't say the sequel to The Academy, I need a break inbetween my sci-fi epics) and I don't want to post a story I plan on submitting to a press on my blog, because I'd have to take it down in order for a third party to publish it.
If I posted pictures here and asked for prompts for them, would anyone be interested in playing along?
***Update: okay, it looks like this will fly :) I've just got to go through my picture file and find some that I think could be awesome, and then we'll see what we get.
I love writing from prompts. Some of my best stuff has been inspired by a picture, or a poem, or a call for submissions from a press. In fact, the only thing I can think of off the top of my head that I started with no preconceptions was Bonded, which led to Pandora which led to Paradise which led to The Academy, so I really can't complain. The Academy is coming along well, and probably won't be completely wrapped up until closer to the end of the summer, but I'm already thinking about what to serialize next here. I'm in the process of turning these fics into self-published works, so it has to be something good that I'll be proud to offer to people later. Nothing's grabbed me yet, though (and don't say the sequel to The Academy, I need a break inbetween my sci-fi epics) and I don't want to post a story I plan on submitting to a press on my blog, because I'd have to take it down in order for a third party to publish it.
If I posted pictures here and asked for prompts for them, would anyone be interested in playing along?
***Update: okay, it looks like this will fly :) I've just got to go through my picture file and find some that I think could be awesome, and then we'll see what we get.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
The Academy Post #26
Notes: Okay, so this
isn’t exactly a feel good chapter. It gets a lot of things out in the open,
though, and gives me stuff to work with for next time. I’m setting up a very
long game here, guys. Also, keep in mind that I am a firm HEA believer, and I
won’t hurt you. So now that I’ve
sufficiently warned you, read on!
Title: The Academy
Part Twenty-Six: Imperfect Speakers
***
When Cody woke up, he was alone.
There was no sign that Kyle had ever been there—the chair was back in its place
in the corner, nothing left behind. It was almost as if he’d imagined him, but
Cody held onto the comfort that Kyle had given him, and the new information—Valero
was in Regen. She’d had an accident of some kind. Cody wondered what had
happened to her.
“Awake at last.”
Cody glanced over at the nurse who
appeared in his doorway, the same one who had thrown Ten out last night. “Did I
oversleep?”
“You slept for as long as you
needed to,” she said, coming over to his side and pressing a gloved hand to his
forehead. The glove gave her his vitals, and she nodded. “No fever, and your
endocrine system is back in balance. I’m
sure you want some painkillers, though.”
Now that she mentioned it… “Yeah,”
Cody said, shifting a bit and feeling his collarbone grind unpleasantly. “That
would be nice.”
“You got it.” She adjusted one of
the settings on her glove, then touched her finger to his neck. A burst of cold
spread from the point of contact down into his upper back and shoulder, and
behind it came a blissful numbness. Cody sighed with relief. “This is a
combination of a nerve paralytic and a muscle relaxant, it should take away all
of your pain as long as your bones stay in place. We’re holding them together,
of course, the doctor put jointures in immediately, but a little bit of flex is
possible if you’re not careful. If we could put you in a tank, the Regen would
have those ends knitted together in under an hour, but as it is, this is the
best we can do.” She let go of Cody and
pulled a small, oblong tube out of the holster at her waist.
“This is a pain pen, calibrated to
your physiology. When the painkillers start to wear off, press the round end
here—” she tapped the side of his neck where she’d made her own injection, “and
you’ll get another dose. I’ve loaded it
with twenty doses, and each one should last about half a day, which means I
expect to see you in a week and a half for a refill. You can’t share it, it won’t
activate for anyone else, so don’t even try. If you use it up too quickly, I’m
going to assume you need something stronger that necessitates you remaining in
the infirmary during its use.” She looked at him sternly. “Do we understand
each other, Cadet?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Glad to hear it.” She handed him
the pain pen. “Leave the sling on at all times, even when you’re in the shower.
Sleep on your back and don’t roll around, or you’re going to cause trouble for
the bones. Absolutely no riding your bike until this injury is completely
healed.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Cody
said, a little bitterly.
“Glad to hear it. And if you’re
going to have sexual relations, I suggest you let that boyfriend of yours do
the heavy lifting.”
Cody blushed so hard he felt his
heartbeat in his cheeks. “Ze’s not my boyfriend.”
The nurse raised one eyebrow. “You
might want to talk to Cadet St. Florian about that,” she advised. “Now, do you
want assistance back to your quad?”
“No, ma’am.” That was the last
thing he wanted, to be escorted back to his rooms like a fragile little flower.
Cody had no idea how many of his fellow cadets knew what was going on with him,
but he didn’t want to give them ideas if they didn’t.
“Good. Then I’ll see you in ten
days unless something goes wrong, and if something goes wrong, I expect you to
shelve any ideas of toughing it out you might have and come to me immediately.
Understood?”
Cody swallowed. “Yes ma’am.”
“Then have a nice day, Cadet Helms.”
Cody got a lot of looks on his way
back to his quad—it wasn’t a day for classes, the weather was nice, of course
people were milling around outside—but he did manage to avoid any conversations
and get back to his room without stopping, which was good. He felt tired, a
little nauseous, and more than ready to lie down again.
As soon as he opened his door he
knew that wasn’t going to happen, though.
Ten and Phil were sitting on
opposite ends of the couch, staring at each other as if each were trying to set
the other on fire through willpower alone. The air was filled with the scent of
lhossa tea, but Grennson and Darrell
were nowhere to be seen. The combatants looked up as Cody entered the room, and
naturally Ten spoke first, darting to hir feet.
“You should have messaged me and
let me know that you were being released, I would have come and gotten you,” ze
said, coming over to stand in front of him and look him over. “You look awful.
Did they not feed you? Idiots.”
“I didn’t even think about
messaging, I’m sorry,” Cody said. “Where is everyone?”
“I asked them to leave,” Phil said.
“Since we have something to discuss in private. Your roommate refused to oblige,
however.”
“Cody doesn’t keep secrets form me,”
Ten snapped at her. “I’m just saving myself the aggravation of having to pry
whatever you’re going to talk about out of him later, because I’m going to know.”
Phil stood up with a huff and
crossed her arms. “You have got to be the most self-centered person I’ve ever
met, you know that? Not everything is your business, Tiennan, and you’re not
always right, no matter what kind of genius you are. You think you deserve to
know everything by virtue of being indispensable, but you know what? Someday
you’re going to get something wrong, and you’re going to hurt people. I just
hope you don’t end up hurting your friends along with yourself.”
“Spoken like someone accustomed to
failure,” Ten sneered, “which I am not.”
“I think I’d like some tea, please.”
Both of them looked at Cody, almost
in surprise. “What?” Ten said.
“Tea. I know Grennson left some in
the kitchen, and I really need to sit down.” Cody proved his own point by
taking Ten’s place on the couch. “So I’d like some tea, and then I’ll tell you
what I need, Phil. And you can stay,” he added when Ten opened hir mouth to
object.
“Fine. Where do you keep your cups?”
“Oh, I’ll get it,” Ten muttered,
heading into the kitchen before Phil could. “The last thing we need is you
rummaging around in places where you don’t belong.”
“No, you’re the expert at that,”
Phil agreed mildly. Ten hissed at her, literally hissed, and Cody covered his eyes for a moment. Was this what being
a parent felt like?
“Tea.” Ten pushed a cup into Cody’s
hand and sat back on the couch, close enough that if Phil had joined them, Ten
would have completely blocked Cody’s view of her. She shifted to the side and
kept standing instead, and Cody smiled at her, then took a sip of the tea. So delicious, warm and smooth and spicy. It
did more to calm his nerves than anything else could.
“I need your help fabricating
something,” he said to Phil. He would have handed her the false button, but his
only good hand was full. “Grab the…on my
jacket, the second button down, grab it and pull it off.” Phil did so, and her
eyes widened a little as she took in the circuitry behind the smooth metal
face. “It’s an inertial dampener—a used
up one, they’re only good for about five seconds after activation. I used it
yesterday when Ten and I bailed from my bike before it crashed. I want us to
make more of them, if we can.”
“Do you have a working one?” Phil
asked as she looked the device over intently. “And what sort of dampening
effect are we talking about here?”
“I don’t know the exact specs, but
it was enough to keep us alive when we were going several hundred kilometers
per hour,” Cody said, and Phil’s eyes lit up.
“That’s…how…that’s brilliant, how
did the manufacturer make the component parts small enough to fit into a…astonishing!”
Ten also looked impressed, and
annoyed at the same time. “You could have just given it to me and let me figure it out,” ze said.
“It needs an engineer, not a
chemist.”
“I can do both!”
“Isn’t one special project enough
for you at the moment?” Cody asked meaningfully, and after a moment Ten nodded.
“And I do have another working one, but…” His hand tightened around the cup
spasmodically. “I’d like to hold onto it, if possible.”
Phil seemed to understand. “I can
start with this one,” she said. “I’ll expect your help with this when you’re
back to normal, though. This is exactly
the kind of technology that suits our particular challenges in the field, and
it could be extremely useful.”
“I understand.” She patted him on
his good shoulder, then left without another word. Ten watched her leave, then looked
at Cody and sighed.
“Are you really all right?”
“The nurse said I was.”
“The nurse,” Ten groaned. “That awful nurse. I can’t believe she kicked
me out right when things were getting good.”
“Yeah,” Cody agreed, because his
memory of that kiss, and what happened because of it, was still very vivid in
his mind. “Speaking of that…” He left it hanging suggestively, but Ten went a
completely different direction with it.
“Oh, oh! I was going to share my information with you!”
“What?” No, that wasn’t what Cody
had been thinking about at all. “What information?”
“On who sabotaged the bike,
obviously, try to keep up,” Ten replied.
“I’ve thought and thought about this and there’s really only one person
it could be, someone who knows you and your habits, someone who you wouldn’t
suspect because of your friendship, someone who knows their way around a hoverbike…”
Ten took a deep breath, then said, “It was Kyle Alexander.”
Cody had been following along until
right up to that point. He immediately shook his head. “No, it wasn’t.”
Ten rolled hir eyes. “You’re being
stubborn, stop it. The evidence is plain. He cancelled on you, didn’t he? He
was supposed to go riding with you but he cancelled, so you brought me along
instead. Don’t you see? He knew this
was going to happen, he planned
things so that you would die without casting any suspicion on him, since he’d
be nowhere near the scene of the crash! He strung you along as his friend in
order to get close to you, and once he was close enough and deemed the timing
right, he went for it!” Ten’s voice got faster as ze spoke, trying to explain
everything all at once.
“He’s a Legacy and the brother of
the president of the Federation, and your fathers are doing their best to
oppose the president on Liberty, so anything Kyle could do to disrupt
negotiations is all to the good. He has no reason to like you, but he needed an
excuse in order to spend time with you and learn your schedule. He’s probably
got the connections to find a way to disrupt Hermes, which would explain why no
one ever seems to record the bad things happening around you. And Marcys was a
preliminary intimidation tactic, a show of force, a way to get you off balance.
It all makes sense!”
“Kyle’s not trying to hurt me,”
Cody insisted.
“You don’t know that, you just want
it to be true because you want him,”
Ten said viciously.
“I don’t want him, the last person I was in the process of wanting is you, and I know it’s not him because he
visited me last night and sat with me while I fell asleep, and yet here I am
still alive today!” Cody shouted.
Ten’s face went pale. “He…he came
to you in the infirmary? He slept with
you?”
“No, I was the one sleeping, he sat
in a chair beside me.”
“Why did they let him stay instead
of me?” Ten asked, sounding strangely young, before shaking hir head. “It doesn’t prove anything. Of course he didn’t
try to kill you in the infirmary, that nurse whoever-she-is was watching you
constantly. He just came to visit you to throw off suspicion.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You should believe me!”
“Why, because there’s really no way
someone like Kyle Alexander wanted me as a friend? Thanks a lot for that,” Cody
said, definitely bitter now.
“I’m not trying to insult you, I’m
just telling you the truth! He’s a scion of the most important family in the
entire Federation and you’re a Fringe charity case, and a natural, and nobody
could—” Ten shut up, but it was already too late.
“Nobody could what? Give a fuck
about me? Thanks a lot,” Cody said, putting his empty glass down on the table
and standing up. “Good to know where I stand.”
Ten looked ashamed. “That isn’t
what I was going to say,” ze said quietly. “It isn’t. I don’t think that about
you, you know I don’t.”
“No, you think I’m a fascinating project,” Cody replied. Fuck, his
shoulder hurt already. Weren’t these doses supposed to last for hours and
hours? “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
“Cody…”
“I’m done talking to you right now.”
“I’m sorry, all right?” Ten
insisted. “I didn’t mean to be, I don’t know, insensitive. Not to you.”
“Maybe not, but you still were, and
I don’t want to talk to you right now,” Cody said. “Just leave me alone.” He went
into their room and shut the door, feeling the throb in his collarbone echo the
throb in his heart. He was so done with this, so done, and he wasn’t supposed
to use the pain pen so soon but he really wanted to because obviously something
was wrong, and why was Ten so…so…like that? Why did everything ze said have to
be barbed, why couldn’t ze just relax and be fucking nice sometimes? Any other day and Cody would have felt up to arguing
with hir, but today wasn’t any other day. Today was the day after he’d almost
died in a fiery crash, broken his collarbone, and gotten the best, most
confusing kiss of his entire life, with no idea of what it meant. Yesterday had
sucked, and today wasn’t looking any better.
The chime of his private
transmitter jolted him out of his self-pity, and Cody realized that as bad as
things were going so far, they were about to get worse. He should have known that they’d find
out. He slumped over to his bed, pulled
out the transmitter and answered the call.
“Hello?”
It was Garrett, and…wait…just
Garrett. “Hey, Cody.”
“Hey. Where’s Dad?”
“Your dad and I had an argument,
and he’s off cooling down in order to keep from saying something he’d regret,”
Garrett said frankly. Cody felt a tendril of guilt start to creep up his spine.
“Was it an argument about me?” he
asked.
“Yes. Specifically, about whether
or not you should stay at the Academy, all things considered.”
“What?” Cody jolted upright, then
winced. “No, I want to stay!”
“Despite the ‘accident’ with your
bike?”
“I’m okay,” Cody insisted. “It’s
just my collarbone, I’ve broken worse at home. The inertial dampener worked
really well.”
Garrett sighed. “I wanted those to
be a last resort, a failsafe, and here you are using one not two months after I
gave it to you.”
“I know, and I’m glad I had it, but
I really am okay.” Cody couldn’t quite articulate why, but he knew he didn’t
want to leave. “I’m as safe here as I would be anywhere.”
“Now that, I agree with,” Garrett said. “And that’s what I told your
dad, and that’s why he’s off being angry at me and not talking with you. I know
that the Federation is limiting the newsfeeds that make it into the Academy,
but we’re just one step above civil war here on Liberty, Cody. It’s dangerous here,
and your dad is worried about that spilling over into the Academy, but I can’t
see how it would be better having you with us. Paradise isn’t safe now that
Miles is no longer in charge there, and there have been two attacks on Fringe
colonies in the last week by ‘pirates,’ and they’ve been brutal. All in all, I
think the Academy is the best of a bad lot for the moment.”
Cody swallowed uncomfortably. “Are
you guys in a lot of danger?”
“No more than usual, I promise.”
“And you and dad…”
Garrett smiled gently. “It’s just a
fight, Cody. We’ll be okay.”
“But you never fight.”
“We never fought in front of you,
but that doesn’t mean we always got along perfectly, even back on Pandora,”
Garrett said. “Don’t worry about us, okay? Keep yourself safe, keep your
friends close.”
But
I don’t even know who all my friends are. There was no way Cody was laying
that on Garrett, though. He just said, “I
will. I promise.”
“Good. I have to go, but Jonah will
probably call you later.”
“I love you.” It seemed important that
Cody made sure Garrett knew that.
“I love you too,” Garrett said, and
he sounded tired, but so sincere. “We’ll be fine here.”
“All right.”
“Get some rest, you look like you
need it.”
“You too,” Cody said, and Garrett
laughed.
“I know. We’ll call again later.”
“Okay.” Garrett ended the
connection, and Cody stared at the transmitter for a long time and tried not to
let his worry fly off with him. His parents were fine. They loved each other,
they weren’t going to fight forever about him. He felt stupid, worrying about
that part before everything else, but Cody could barely remember a time when he
didn’t have Garrett in his life, and the very idea that things might change
made him feel ten times worse than any broken bone could.
No, it was going to be okay. It was all going to be okay.
He wondered how many times he’d be
able to convince himself of that before his brain just stopped believing him.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Movie reviews: X-Men and A Million Ways to Die in the West
So, over the past few weeks I've seen both of these films. I also saw Godzilla a while back, which--okay, the people were kind of lame, especially after they killed off Bryan Cranston, but the monsters? Amazing.
Okay, X-Men: Days of Future Past. I never saw the original reboot, so to speak, I was overseas at the time and just haven't gotten my shit together, but I love James McAvoy and everything he stands for and I collected the comics for a long time, so I was willing to give it a go. And apart from the magical ways in which no one in this cast ever seems to age (Hugh? Patrick? Srsly) the plot was actually quite tight (in a superhero plot kind of way), some of the scenes were hilarious (the acid trip line--I just loved it) and most importantly, I really felt something for the characters. This movie was obviously a challenge to put together, something that should defy coherency for the sake of special effects and super powers, but it didn't. It gave just enough moments for connection and weakness and pain and hope that the action scenes were a boost to the characters, not a foil for them. Great ending, for those of us who like a good HEA. Also, Quicksilver is amazing.
Then yesterday I saw A Million Ways to Die in the West. Could have seen Maleficent, didn't, now I regret it. There was so much potential there for funny, and most of it fell way flat. Some jokes were ruined because they took too long to get to the punchline, others because something funny transitioned into something grossly graphic...McFarlane got away with a lot of stuff using an animated bear in Ted that he couldn't pull off with actual people in this film, and it suffered because of his incessant attempts to be Bigger and Grosser and Funnier than EVER!!! I wouldn't bother seeing this in the theaters. Or rather, I did bother, and I shouldn't have. Learn from my mistakes.
Okay, X-Men: Days of Future Past. I never saw the original reboot, so to speak, I was overseas at the time and just haven't gotten my shit together, but I love James McAvoy and everything he stands for and I collected the comics for a long time, so I was willing to give it a go. And apart from the magical ways in which no one in this cast ever seems to age (Hugh? Patrick? Srsly) the plot was actually quite tight (in a superhero plot kind of way), some of the scenes were hilarious (the acid trip line--I just loved it) and most importantly, I really felt something for the characters. This movie was obviously a challenge to put together, something that should defy coherency for the sake of special effects and super powers, but it didn't. It gave just enough moments for connection and weakness and pain and hope that the action scenes were a boost to the characters, not a foil for them. Great ending, for those of us who like a good HEA. Also, Quicksilver is amazing.
Then yesterday I saw A Million Ways to Die in the West. Could have seen Maleficent, didn't, now I regret it. There was so much potential there for funny, and most of it fell way flat. Some jokes were ruined because they took too long to get to the punchline, others because something funny transitioned into something grossly graphic...McFarlane got away with a lot of stuff using an animated bear in Ted that he couldn't pull off with actual people in this film, and it suffered because of his incessant attempts to be Bigger and Grosser and Funnier than EVER!!! I wouldn't bother seeing this in the theaters. Or rather, I did bother, and I shouldn't have. Learn from my mistakes.
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