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Aug. 18th, 2018

Writing Samples: Rosalind Lutece

Third Person:

The kettle boiled, whistling shrilly. It could barely be heard over the lusty whirring sounds of the device, crackling and alive in the other room. Rosalind left Robert bending over one of its components, his jacket draped carefully over a chair and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he fiddled with some of the gears. In the kitchen, she pulled two china tea cups out of the cupboard - a couple of the delft patterned ones she was so fond of - and set about putting the tea in the strainer. Earl Grey, Robert's preferred tea of choice. The bergamot was a bit much, Rosalind considered, but the pure elation she felt about Robert's presence overpowered any distaste for the drink. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at her lips at the thought of him. He was there, just in the other room, only a few of walls separating them. It was nothing compared to the barriers that they had already overcome to co-exist in the same universe.

What had life been without Robert? He had only been there for a couple of weeks, but Rosalind could barely remember life before. It seemed impossible that she could have existed without him there, and yet she had been wrestling with this train of thought since his arrival. She had never needed another person to validate her living and breathing on this earth; she had never even had a real romance, much to the chagrin of her dear mother. Relationships with men had never interested Rosalind, who would have married her profession if she could have. She never understood women who lived every minute for their beloved, doing anything and everything to ensure their happiness and pleasure, even if it meant forgetting their own. It had been a sheer waste of time to Rosalind, not to mention pathetic.

But here she was, in the kitchen in her own laboratory - the lab she had earned on her own, her named emblazoned across the front of the building in beautiful lettering (she remembered going outside just to look at it when it was first put up: Lutece Laboratories) - pondering how she could have possibly breathed without the man in the other room. Rosalind wondered, often, if Robert felt the same. She assumed he must. After all, they were the same person. The thought of it made her lightheaded with giddiness. Her usual composure had become difficult to maintain around him, but she managed it. Rosalind was, above all, a scientist, and her brain was wired to think with a certain degree of logic, even as unadulterated emotion threatened to overpower her.

It wasn't romantic. Or was it? Rosalind couldn't tell. She had never loved anyone, really, apart from her family. She considered, at first, that this affection toward Robert was the kind one might feel toward a brother - no, a twin. But it was certainly more than that. Rosalind struggled to define what it was she felt toward the male version of herself. They were two separate people, to an extent. They had both been living in their respective universes without knowing the other existed and doing just fine. But now that Robert was there, flesh and blood, and Rosalind could reach out and touch him... the thought sent a shiver through her. She hadn't touched him apart from taking his hand as she pulled him through the Tear and into her lab. It was warm, and strong, bigger than her own but still the same. Rosalind had never struggled for words, yet she could not find the right ones to describe what she felt about Robert.

Rosalind placed the cups and tea pot on a tray, along with a plate of chocolate biscuits (she didn't like sweets, but Robert devoured them) and made her way back down the hall to the front of the building, where the lab was. Robert was in much the same position has Rosalind had left him, except there were a few tools scattered on the floor around him now. She stood in the doorway for a moment, admiring the man's profile, the way he was so enraptured in what he was doing. After a moment, she crossed the threshold, not wanting Robert to discover her staring at him.

"The tea is ready," she announced, and Robert moved to clear a small space off one of the tables, gathering papers and books and balancing them precariously on another table. "This is the last of the chocolate biscuits. I just bought the box yesterday."

"I suppose we shall have to take an outing later, then," Robert replied, pouring the tea for both of them as Rosalind perched on the edge of a chair. Rosalind took a sip of tea to hide the smile on her lips. She thought, maybe, she did understand those women that gave everything to their beloved. A little.

First Person:

An extraordinary discovery: the girl can open Tears. My brother and I received a message to come to Comstock's office at our earliest convenience, but it does not do to keep him waiting. I admit I am curious about the girl. Comstock tells us she can open Tears without the assistance of our contraption or any other machine. She cannot be allowed to use this power at such an early age - just five years old - and Comstock is loath to lose her to the trans-dimensional wanderings of a child. So we are to create a device to curb her power and keep her in Columbia. A siphon, and, I suspect, a prison. Comstock mentioned something about Monument Island. The siphon can be built in the base of the monument, its interior easily converted to an observatory. She must be monitored. She must be studied. The ramifications of her ability are unknown.

What makes the girl different? I suspect it has less to do with what she is, and rather more with what she is not. A small part of her remains from where she came. It would seem the universe does not like its peas mixed with its porridge. The tip of her pinky was lost as she reached for her true father, who had a change of heart (selling off an infant to clear gambling debts should produce the feeling of regret in any decent human, and I must admit I am pleased to have seen it in him, even though it nearly cost my separation from Robert). The fingertip. For a moment, however brief, the girl existed in two universes simultaneously. This must be the cause.

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Jul. 2nd, 2010

For Igpy because I am not Canadian.

In honor of Canada Day, and because I am not a Canadian citizen, I present a (slightly) dirty drabble to Igpy, who is lovely and amazing. And also Canadian. ♥


PS: I think my icon is appropriate.

NSFW, or McGonagall needs love, too. )

May. 26th, 2010

Blame it on my countless hours of playing Red Dead Redemption.

But seriously, I want to. Make an RP. Thing is, I've never even modded a game let alone created one, and I'm not sure there's really a player demographic for the kind of game that I want to make. I was in a wild west game, once, and it seemed pretty active -- though it was awhile ago and I was hoping it was still around but it's not. I actually can't even remember the name.

So yeah. It will be loosely based off of Rockstar's fucking AMAZING new game, Red Dead Redemption. And by loosely I mean I'm basically borrowing the setting, changing the name of the town, and using some of the larger, gamewide plot arcs (like the fact that it's the last of the "American frontier," the new government/marshals coming in and taking over the local law of shoot first, talk later, &c.).

Here's the rub: I suck at graphics. And I feel like most of the games I join are co-modded and have people already wanting to join before it's even open. I'm not asking for pity, but I do want you guys to answer one thing: do you think people would join this sort of game?

And if you say yes, it means you have to. Just kidding. But seriously.

I want to start a wild west RP.

May. 4th, 2010

Oh hai guis.

Guess what?

My last paper of the semester is due next week.

Which means I have the RP itch.

DIRECT ME TO SOME GOOD GAMES, GUYS. Preferably 'Arry Pottah, but OC/multi-fandom is okay too.

Apr. 28th, 2010

Oh, hello, what's this?

I miss RP. But I've just felt so... uninspired? Lately? Like I can't get into my character's heads? Even Dominique was sort of slipping away from me at the end.

And all of my RP friends are far more talented than me and so I always feel like I suck.

Mar. 6th, 2010

Give me something to distract me from homework.

Pick one of my characters and I'll answer:

1. What would your character kill for? What would they die for?
2. What would they refuse to do under any circumstances? Why?
3. What do they dream about?
4. Are they happy in the relationship they're in, or are they wishing for something more?
5. What’s their biggest fear?
6. What single object would they be most hard pressed to part with? Why?
7. What is their fondest memory?
8. What is their worst memory?
9. What or who was were their most significant influence?
10. What do they believe makes a successful life?
11. What makes them laugh?
12. What are their religious views?
13. What is their greatest strength?
14. Do they have a fatal flaw? If so, what is it?
15. Who is the most important person in their life?
16. If they died, who would miss them most? How would they die?

Feb. 21st, 2010

It always makes me sad when a game I love ends.

Revelation closed its doors the other day, and I hate to say that I felt it coming... but I felt it coming. Even with the amazing players and super amazing mod [info]bilo (Igpy, you rock), it was just time for it to end. Things happen.

I always have some regrets when games end. I wish I had been more active. I wish I had offered more help. I wish I had gotten to know more of the other players better, even though my characters didn't really interact with them, and I wish that I knew I would be in a game with them again. I wish I didn't sound so creepy when I say that.

But with endings come beginnings. A new game is in progress and, although there's no set open date, I'm willing to wait as long as it takes to have the game in great form before opening to ensure, or at least give a great chance of, success. I hope to see some familiar faces there. And if not there, then elsewhere in the RP world.

Now I need to find another game!

Jan. 5th, 2010

I don't know what I'm supposed to write in this.

I forgot about this thing for a couple of weeks.

I have a terrible addiction to applying for games between semesters and then quitting the ones I'm not really into come school time. Though I'm only in ONE game right now and it's brilliant and I'm not leaving it. And the only people who read this are from there.

So maybe I should join more games if only to get more friends for this thing. Though I'm thinking that's not a valid reason to join an RP.

I really want to use Melanie Laurent as a PB for something but I'm not sure what. I haven't really seen anything that's caught my eye.

Dec. 22nd, 2009

I realized today that I won't apply for games that:

A) Have bad grammar/spelling in their ads (I just read one that said "steampunk-esk" instead of "steampunk-esque")
B) Have shitty graphics