and so, it begins
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rivendellroseI can't beat IO9's headline for this story: The Folks Who Made The Robot 'Big Dog' Are Building a Real Cylon.
...Is it too early to say that I, for one, welcome our new Toaster overlords? ♥
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deborah_judge:
In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door'.
Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and I'll give you a treat. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
Can't promise I'll be prompt (y'all know usually happens when I do, after all... and I am actually at work, alas), but I'll try to get everybody!
...Is it too early to say that I, for one, welcome our new Toaster overlords? ♥
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deborah_judge:In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door'.
Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and I'll give you a treat. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
Can't promise I'll be prompt (y'all know usually happens when I do, after all... and I am actually at work, alas), but I'll try to get everybody!
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Date: 2011-10-31 09:50 pm (UTC)Trick or treat?
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Date: 2011-11-01 05:02 am (UTC)Anyway! I don't think I can do justice to what you did for mine (eeee, so pretty, will be getting over there to reply in just a minute!), but I'll give it a shot.
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If this was how a pantheon started, Kara wondered what poor souls had failed to die properly in order to give the colonists the Lords of Kobol. She tried not to wonder about it too much, though - something in her still rebelled at the inherent blasphemy.
Six seemed to think they were angels, and Baltar, of course, agreed with her. Leoben probably agreed with her, but he kept his own council - probably he knew somehow how Baltar had upset Kara the last time he called her that word. Maybe Athena had told him. She mostly stayed with Kara and Helo, but she seemed pretty cozy with her Cylon brother, as well.
Sometimes she wondered if another would show up. She'd look up at the sky and wonder why the other Cylon man, the one she'd been able to love without feeling dirty and guilty, the one she'd betrayed and lost and eventually had to send off into the sun, wasn't with them. Maybe she didn't deserve him. Maybe none of them did, or ever had. Or maybe he was there, doing his job in this new... whatever it was.
Maybe that was why, the first time Leoben came to her, it was at night. Maybe that was why she let him in, and held him in her arms, and took him to bed with her. Night and day, two sides of the same coin.
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Date: 2011-11-01 05:13 am (UTC)Kara wondered what poor souls had failed to die properly in order to give the colonists the Lords of Kobol.
Very interesting thought. I like that she'd see it that way.
Maybe that was why, the first time Leoben came to her, it was at night.
Oh, lovely. And she's settling, taking what comfort she can in the awful confusion that is her (after-)life. She'd really rather it were Sam. But when she's got no options she's got no options. It's like an arranged marriage that she doesn't really have a choice about. And that totally makes sense as a take on the Kara/Leoben relationship, neither of them are really in it because they want to be, but they can somehow find a way to love each other anyway.
Are you still thinking of expanding this into something longer?
Besides, do you really want to think about how many politicians would take the "you can't enslave a machine" tactic?
Most of them. But I like to think some wouldn't.
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Date: 2011-11-01 05:17 am (UTC)To be honest, I'm not even sure she'd really rather it, or at least not how seriously she would, deep down. There's so much messiness and confusion in her relationship with Sam that I just don't understand. She obviously loves him, but he's obviously not enough, and... on some level, she just keeps getting herself tied up with these oddly solar boys and can't make her mind up between any of them. I don't even know.
Are you still thinking of expanding this into something longer?
Thinking, yes, and even sometimes trying. The blasted thing keeps fighting me. The last time I tried, Six and Baltar were the sticking point - I can't seem to figure out whether to stick with the head!Six and head!Baltar that we see in the series, or with Caprica and Gaius, or with some weird combination of both somehow. I keep hoping I'll pick it up one day and it will have fixed itself. The last Leoben/Kara fic did that, so there's hope...
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Date: 2011-10-31 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-01 04:31 am (UTC)----
All right, you asked for it. ;)
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John had made a great deal of progress in his first four months on Minbar. He spoke Adronato well enough to get by on his own in the city, now, and could purchase necessities without her at his side. He hardly ever insulted people accidentally anymore. And most of the time he even remembered to bow correctly.
But Delenn remembered the lonely months of her change, alone on the station after all of her people but Lennier turned their backs on her, and she recognized the wistful sadness that sometimes crept into her husband's expression. Tuzanor was not yet home to him - she suspected it would not be until the birth of their child - and he missed Earth, or at least a posting where he was mostly surrounded by other Humans, rather than alien strangers. Delenn sympathized. And she thought she knew what might help.
When John got home that night, Delenn had darkened the living room, and lit a number of her candles around. She sat on the floor, wearing a dark set of robes, and something in her expression reminded John of the first time he'd seen her. It took him a moment to realize that it was her 'serious and inscrutable' expression, which she hardly ever pulled out for him anymore.
"Delenn? Did I forget one of your holy days?" The 'again' went unspoken.
"No, John. Come here, sit with me. I wanted to tell you a story."
Once he'd sat, she began to speak in a low, careful voice. "Long ago, before he met my mother, my father served out his novitiate at a little temple far away from here, on the northeastern coast. The village was small, mostly Workers of the local fishing industry, and my father was very lonely. He took to walking late at night, after he had helped the head priest to close the temple. One winter afternoon, when only the last glimmers of light clung to the horizon, my father was walking along an old stone road down by the shore, and he saw a light. It was pale and yellow, bobbing gently above the rocks, and he thought it must be a crew of fishermen, delayed by the winds or the tide and disoriented by the weather, trying to pull their little boat ashore before night fell completely. He knew nothing of boats or the sea, but he could not think of leaving those people to face the cold and the water and the rocks alone, so he climbed over the little fence that guarded the side of the path, and clambered down the stones. He shouted to the people, but heard nothing, and he thought perhaps they were too far away still for him to be heard over the wind. So he kept climbing, down toward the water and the little yellow light that burned in the darkness.”
She paused to see how her story was being accepted. John looked perplexed, but fascinated. “Go on, Delenn. What happened?”
“Well, just as my father was nearing the level of the water, he heard a shout from above him. It was one of the fishers from the village - a man he had seen many times in temple, a hard worker and a... how do you say it? A pillar of the community?”
John nodded.
part 2!
Date: 2011-11-01 04:32 am (UTC)John stared blankly at her. “Delenn... why are you telling me this? That’s horrible, but... why...”
“I looked at your Human calendar. Is it not the holiday you call Halloween? The computer said it was traditionally celebrated with costumes and the telling of fortunes, and of frightening stories.”
“Ghost stories, yeah, but...” John’s brow furrowed, then relaxed, and he laughed a little. “Then that story was just made up! Something you came up with to scare me.”
Delenn tilted her head. “No, it happened to my father, just as I told you. Why, is the story not supposed to be a true one?”
“No, but... that thing, the, the death light. You made it up, right? There’s no such thing as... big scary fish-things with lights that wait on the beach for people.”
“Of course they do not wait on the beach, John. They wait under the water, and hold their lights up above the surface to be seen. But they are very real, very much so. You must always be very careful walking near water here, John, and never go toward any such light that you might see. People try to keep them away from settlements, but it does not always work.”
John Sheridan thought of all the pleasant night walks on beaches that he’d taken on Earth, and immediately banished any vague thoughts of doing the same on Minbar, with his lovely wife. “Delenn, sweetheart... Is everything on your planet really trying to kill people?”
“Mostly, why?”
He shook his head. “Just thinking that I’d better stick to the city. No nature walks for me. At least not unless you’re along. And possibly an honor guard of six Rangers, just to make sure.”
“That might be wise.”
“You’re not even joking about that, are you?”
I actually don't have a John/Delenn icon. Sadness.
Date: 2011-11-01 03:42 pm (UTC)Thank you! *hugs you* *falls over*
Re: I do! XD
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Date: 2011-11-01 05:35 am (UTC)Still. Some genius vac-head just had to introduce the Cashlings to the idea of Halloween, didn't they?
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Date: 2011-11-01 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 10:25 pm (UTC)Also? Trick or treat!
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Date: 2011-11-01 05:29 am (UTC)But on the third visit to New New York - the with Martha, to make up for her getting kidnapped on her first visit, and with plans of going back and finally figuring out what was going on with the Face of Boe, he... well, the time rotor slipped and they ended up right smack on Halloween. Or, rather, Halloween week, because someone high up on New New York's list of glitterati had decided that the holiday would run a whole week, apparently, and the whole city was glittering orange, purple and pale green, with big plasticy pumpkins floating in the air. Sweets literally rained from the sky.
"It seems a bit much," Martha commented, even as the corners of her lips struggled against a smile. "Bit tawdry, y'know?"
"Nahhh." The Doctor reached out and snagged one of the pumpkins. It was, as he'd suspected, full of candy.
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Date: 2011-11-01 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-02 02:41 am (UTC)(The interest in Thor has not proven especially passing, but if you're hoping for more fic, it's doubtful - someone else's fic has turned into my personal canon to such an extent that while I'd love to write fic of her fic, I can't quite picture the characters based purely on the actual canon anymore.)
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Date: 2011-11-02 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-01 03:40 am (UTC)This (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uDuls5TyNE) should get you started on the many many many videos of him. He's adorable. ♥
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Date: 2011-11-02 01:08 am (UTC)Thanks, you made my day!
Love ya!
Re: The Cylon
Date: 2011-11-01 04:29 pm (UTC)Re: The Cylon
Date: 2011-11-01 09:00 pm (UTC)