aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
"Because everything is better with the end of the world."

Welcome! Below you can find hundreds - thousands, really - of posts, many of them fiction.

I write a lot - much in established universes, some in one-off settings. Much of what I write ends up here. In addition, you'll find homesteading blogging, the occasional crafts-and-clothing post, and journals of my wine-tourism of New York State.

Here (and here on Livejournal) you'll find an index of my universes. Each 'verse has its own landing page with an index of stories within.

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aldersprig: (NanoGiraffe)
I was going to write up a post of links to word trackers, but this site has lots of the widgets.

Do you track your wordcount? When you're doing nano, do you use their site exclusively, or do you keep your words somewhere else? A widget tracker? A spreadsheet? What about when you're not doing nano?

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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
“What are you playing at, anyway?” Kekdela had three books open in front of her but she was drawing doodles of goat horns in her notebook. “You know this really could get you expelled. It could get everyone expelled. Me and Tesdes included.”

Tesdes looked up at the mention of his name. “What?”

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aldersprig: (me-lyn-kitty)
Because it seems like the only way I actually write things down is if I blog it, sigh.

If for any reason you happen to want to be in on the "pain" filter, comment here. I don't expect it will be very exciting. ;-)
aldersprig: (NanoGiraffe)
So, you're writing something! Good, good, that's always a good first step no wait.

So, you're planning on writing something! (or pantsing, in which case come back to this post in November, or whenever you write it ;-)

You probably have characters, and they probably need names.

(I got through two very long chapters of a theoretical serial without naming the characters, once. I'm pretty sure the Finder is just named Finder by now).

Names with Meaning
Behind The Name is the most accurate, comprehensive name site I've found.
Think Baby Names is also pretty good.
20,000 Names has nice lists: "Dark" Names. "Weather" Names. And so on.

Want to name a character appropriately for a historical American era?
the Social Security Database goes back to 1879 with the top names for each year.

Via [personal profile] anke: "In case anyone wants to name someone from Germany, has lists of the most popular baby names from 1890 to the present. just pick the birth year and see"

And here's a huge resource on historically accurate names:
The SCA's name articles

If you can still get your hands on a phone book, that's a great way to pick out surnames.

Or check out Wikipedia's lists of most common surnames by location.

Names with no Meaning
Fourteen Minutes has a lovely random-name-sound generator
Springhole has several name generators
Seventh Sanctum is like the granddaddy of name generators
Chaotic Shiny has quite a few name generators, too.
This one's new to me (Mithril & Mages) but makes some fun names.

There! Now that all your male characters are no longer named Jack (or maybe that's just my problem), you're ready to go.

Well, I mean, your characters are ready to go...

...well, at least they have names.

Know any more great sites? Let me know!
aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
There are several newspapers in circulation throughout Reiassan. The most well-known and widely-circulated, the Empire's Paper, comes out of Lannamer, from the Emperor’s own press, and covers primarily nation-wide events.  It is printed weekly and delivered to all corners of the land.

Most ever...

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aldersprig: (Cooking)
X posted from Google+

It's Apple Season!

so far, we've made "crock pot cider" (cook quartered apples until squishy, strain) and "boiled cider" (also known as apple cider syrup: boil down cider until the consistency of maple syrup). We've also cooked apple cake, apple coffee cake, and apple pie, apple risotto and apple-butternut soup.

Next on the list are apple sauce, apple chutney, and apple butter, as well as apple cookies, apple-and-sausage savory pies, and apple kale soup. 

Anyone have a favorite apple recipe, esp. one that cans or freezes well?
aldersprig: (Evangaline)

Heirlooms and Old Lace

When Evangaline’s Aunt died, it fell to her to clean out the old house where her Aunt had lived and, before her Aunt Asta, her Aunt’s Aunt Ruan and so on. Family history went back four mour generations, but Evangaline felt as if, if she tracked it far enough, there would be an unbroken line of Aunts all the way into pre-history. As a childless Aunt herself - as the childless Aunt in her generation - she accepted that the house would now become hers, but not that she needed to keep the piles of accumulated auntieness that filled it....

The story that began it all has been touched up and reposted on Patreon, free for anyone to read!
aldersprig: a red-heded freckled girl, smiling (Autumn)
Okay! I stole this from [personal profile] balsamandash, whose post is here; they stole it from [personal profile] thebonesofferalletters, whose post is here. And because October goes up to 31, I have 31 characters. The characters are from 15 different settings (Counting Fae Apoc, Addergoole, & Doomsday as separate...) so there's a good chance your favorite setting is on here.

Here's the game. I have a set of characters numbered from 1 to 31. You may ask them any questions you'd like, and you can keep the conversation going. You can ask them ICly or just as yourself. They will respond with an honest* answer and as people ask questions, I will update the post with who correlates to what number.

* they might lie!

You can:
ask multiple questions to one character.
ask questions of as many characters as you'd like.
ask the same question to different characters.
ask more questions of characters that have already been revealed.
ask additional/clarification/tangential questions in response to answers.
jump in on another answer/conversation if the subject sounds interesting to you and/or your character.
use original or fannish characters to ask/comment
leave your own character for people to ask questions to if you want, be it as a list form or as a singular character who you would like to play with.

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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Edally Academy and the other six schools of its sort were built for many purposes, not the least of which was to promulgate a consistent narrative about Calenta and its culture throughout the entire continent. The schools’ more commonly spoken-of goal, however, is to train up professionals in many

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Oct. 2nd, 2015 08:22 am
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Does anyone know what happened to Plunge magazine? [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith?
aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Come now, readers, and tell to me
The tales you think you'd like to read

Come now, friends, declare the fate
Of Patreon's words on these cold dates

(pardon the bad extemporaneous poetry! and vote below :-)
If you don't have a DW account, feel free to vote in the comments).

Poll #17003 October Theme Poll
This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 10

What should the October Theme be?

View Answers

Addergoole (Setting)
4 (40.0%)

tiny fiction (type)
0 (0.0%)

The Aunt Family (Setting)
5 (50.0%)

Vas' World (Setting)
0 (0.0%)

Survival (motif)
1 (10.0%)

Facets of Dusk (Setting)
0 (0.0%)

Hurt/Comfort (motif)
1 (10.0%)

Legends and Myths (motif)
5 (50.0%)

Weather and the Outdoors (motif)
3 (30.0%)

Gender & Sex (motif)
4 (40.0%)

aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
"Are you feeling all right?” Taikie's hand brushed over Enrie’s shoulder.  “You looked a little spooked in Biological Systems."  It was late in the day and Enrie had gotten through her classes by the skin of her teeth and the set of her jaw.

“Yeah-” Enrie shook herself.  She had to give Taikie a p

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aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Written to [profile] kiarrith's prompt here

The thing was, the industrial areas of the city hadn't been abandoned that long. 15 years since the last manufacturing business folded in the area, sure, seven since the last start-up trying to use the old spaces fizzled out. But there were hobos and drifters, skaters and hippies. There was always someone wandering through the space. Leticia walked through herself, Tuesdays and Thursdays when she didn't have much time between work and classes.

Which is how she knew something was up when she encountered the oak grove. It was Tuesday, which meant she'd last been through this cut-through - between the old Gleason Works building and the even older Lomb plant, where the workers of both had once shared bag lunches and a brief bit of unfiltered sunlight - it had last been only 5 days ago.

Last week, the courtyard had been full of weeds, a little bit of trash, with a beaten path straight through the middle.
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie watched Lovdyo flee the Tower, one boot still half-untied, a look of sick panic on his face.

That, she thought, had not gone as well as expected. As a matter of fact, it had gone far worse than she’d thoughtit might.

“I wonder what it is that got into him?”

Enrie looked over. Gianci,,,

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aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
It occurred to me that I could and possibly should try writing a novella (10K words) every second month (because I could work on something longer-form in the off months).

So here is an incomplete list of things I want to write long form stories on:
* A proper intro to Tir na Cali
* Fires of Gobann
* Rock and a Hard Place (see first: Rock, Hard, Now What?)
* Prince Rodegard (first: here)
* The Kaa-tah (here)

Hunh, last time I counted 8.

* Space Accountant
* The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper
* Beekeeper
* Pet Story

Edited to add:
* Doomsday Academy

Edited Edited to add:

something I'm starting from a relatively short piece. That leaves out The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper, Beekeeper, makes Rock and a Hard Place & Space Accountant questionable.

Something I know I can have fun writing.
That leaves out Doomsday & makes Space Accountant & Kaa-Tah Questionable.

Easy/no worldbuilding?
Makes Prince Rodgeard & Subverse questionable.

Something with easy plotting?
Tir na Cali & Fires of Gobann.
aldersprig: (LynConstruction)
Today, so far, I/we (T & I) have:

* Pulled the chest freezer out from the garage, thawed it, and cleaned up the exploded apple goo from the bottom (Cider jugs have a variable amount of headspace. Sometimes it's not enough.)

* Run a batch of tiny apples from the Spare Trees through the squeezo set up on the mixer (T. chopped 'em and put 'em to boil a couple days ago)

* Boiled down the last of the pico de gallo from the company picnic into a passable tomato sauce & froze that

* Picked more tiny apples

(* took a nap)

(* Had a very tasty fried egg & jowl bacon w/ pico de gallo & chives for breakfast and very nice not-at-all-traditional latkes w/ more chives and sour cream for lunch)

* cut new supports for the mailbox front out of plastic wood

* Made a sour cream apple coffee cake (it's currently in the oven) (this recipe) with sour cream from the company picnic

(The company picnic was catered by Moe's. Next up are fried cinnamon-and-sugar tortilla chips...)

* Wrote an Aunt Family Piece for [personal profile] kelkyag/Patreon & created a Canva picture for it, though it's not my favorite design.

Next up:

* Pick more apples, take a walk, write the last kitty Patreon piece for the month, do some Day Job, maybe do some Edally & This Other Project Thing writing. Have dinner, hang out with husband, pet cats.

* Clean up the kitchen, put the freezer back in the barn
aldersprig: (Beryl)

Lilac in Spring

“Hey, stop that, stop that. You’re my mother, yes, I fully acknowledge that, but what are you doing, no, no, not inside the ear...”

The cat often known as Radar was in the habit of ignoring voices that spoke in English. It wouldn’t do for anyone - not even the human that theoretically could call him as familiar - to get used to him being tame. He was a cat, after all, no matter what machinations had folded him into that shape....

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Before Kitten troubles and after Charming, Kitten Switch, and Boy Trouble

Aunt Family have a landing page here.

This story is free for all to read!
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Enrie’s dreams were a strange combination of drowning in dark, bitter drinks and being followed around everywhere by Instructor Pelnyen. She woke feeling shaken and hurried to dress herself, fumbling with the buttons on her jacket and messing up her braids three times before getting them into so

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aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
Just for fun, because I don't feel like working on anything big.

theme: Fantasy worlds/fictional worlds/strange lands.
aldersprig: (Beryl)

Vermin Hunter

The bed was cozy and the woman beside her was warm. Annalise did not want to move. But outside, just at the edge of the property, something was stirring, something that did not belong. She yawned irritably and stretched, spine arching, paws padding against the blanket. If she was quick, if she was lucky, she could be back in before the human noticed she was gone.

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For just $1, you can read all the Patreon stories!

This one follows another Aunt Family and another cat. There are most mysteries in the dark than Radar - or Annalise - talk about.
aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie looked at her notes. She’d written it down, the writing sloppy but her meaning clear. “The Coffee Treaty, signed in Arran City Federent. Year 25 of Empress Azhnatarennezha’s reign.”

She looked back at the document, ancient and brush-written, the edges crumbling. She’d been reading a sectio

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aldersprig: (Shiva Unhappy)
Near the end of Year 5
There were nights when Rafe woke up not knowing where he was anymore. Those were the bad nights - not the worst, but close to it. He'd stare at the ceiling, or at Renata's fall of blonde hair, refusing to move, afraid to even breathe, until he remembered that this was his Kept, not his Keeper, that this was okay, that he was safe.

He never talked about those moments with anyone. Of the three of them - Eris and Joff and him - he was supposed to be the strong one, supposed to be the calm one. Of the three of them, he'd had it the easiest. Nobody had taken to cutting him up as a weekend hobby. Nobody had locked him in the closet whenever he forgot his script. He was strong. Protective. He wasn't supposed to be the one with nightmares.

Last night had started with a bad night, and things were not looking up. He smiled at Eris, squeezed Joff's hand, and gave Renata a gentle hug. "We'll be back in a few hours. We're going to go visit the kids."

"I wish I could come with you." Renata wrinkled her nose and looked down at the floor. "I'd like to meet your kids. Your other kids."
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aldersprig: (Shiva Unhappy)

The Invasion of the Kaa-Tah

The Kaa-tah arrived in early Spring, as the snow was melting. They came down in unsettled areas, their small landing craft hiding easily in forests, in deep grass, in rolling hills. They were picked up on radar, but even so, falling a few a day, all over the globe, it took the world’s authorities too long to recognize the invasion for what it was.

The Kaa-tah did not immediately engage local populations; instead, they put the robots and tools they had brought to good use, building structures, setting up small, isolated settlements and beginning to manufacture more tools, more advanced robots.

The first humans to discover Kaa-tah-ah settlements were gently rebuffed, sent away with a light smattering of weapons fire...

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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie glared at Saydrie, feeling more than a little betrayed. Leave her down here, alone, with—

“I’ll come with you two.” Professor Pelnyen stood up. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

Just a few short minutes later, Enrie studied the Empress Otyeriotanerio final outfit while she

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
I was thinking this morning of Cya having to deal with a new teacher:

"I wanted to talk to you about this picture of his family Yoshi drew."

Horns? Tails? Cya's worried for a moment; humans get so bent out of shape about these things, thinking they're symbols when they're just the way the family looks.

But no. She looks over the picture. Yoshi's probably not a budding Picasso, as much as she'd like him to be, but it's a pretty good representation.

"Yeah, that's about right. That's Yoshi and his brother Viddie - it's Viðrou, that's an eth, don't mark him off for a wrong D when it's not, please - those are my friends Howard, Leo, and Zita - she really is that short. Leo is Viddie's father, that's why he's over there next to Viddie, and then that's Leo's daughter Sigruko and Zita's kids Amy, Ariel, and Brandy. That's everyone."

"But the assignment was to draw his family."

Cya aims a look of patient disparagement at the teacher. "You're new here, aren't you?"
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
They had a plan. It was not, in Enrie’s professional opinion, a very good plan - more of an outline of the start of a plan than anything you’d go into a hostile negotiating situation with. But they were, as Kekdela pointed out, first-year students, and it was at the very least an interesting plan

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aldersprig: (Summer)
It was only Applebee's, but they were on college student salaries, after all, the food was good enough, and they could take the bus.

Summer sat between Bishop and Mellie, but they'd gotten one of the small round bar tables, so everyone was, technically, between everyone else: best of all worlds.

As a rule, they weren't that unusual: three college kids, out on a Saturday night. It wasn't until Summer stole a small kiss from Mellie that anyone looked askance at them, and it wasn't until Bishop responded by stealing his own kiss from Mellie that someone whispered to someone else at their table.

Summer didn't mind the stares. She was nineteen, she wasn't famous or looking for a Professional Job, and if people wanted to stare, it wouldn't be likely to hurt her at all.

But Mellie, the stares made her uncomfortable. Summer stole another kiss and pressed a blessing into it. Nothing to see here.

If making your girlfriend comfortable wasn't using your powers for good, she didn't know what was.

Un-slump-me prompt call
aldersprig: drawing of the author (LynLyn)
Near the end of year 5...

"You didn't tell me!"

Mike sighed. Over the four years of school - the only four years she was supposed to be here! - Magnolia had gotten used to many of Mike's sighs. This one, this one was new.

"I told you, Magnolia. I told you last year. I told you the year before. And Professor Pelletier and Professor Solomon told you, too."

Magnolia leaned against the wall of Mike's office and blew quiet raspberries. They had, she had to admit. Her classwork wasn't up to par. She wasn't paying enough attention in class and she wasn't doing the homework at all. It was just...

"I didn't think y'all meant it." She wasn't going to cry. That would be ridiculous. but she didn't bother hiding the little wiggle of her bottom lip. "I mean, I took care of the graduation requirements. You helped... remember?"

She had the not-very-pleasurable pleasure of making Mike flinch. "The problem is, Magnolia, that's never been the only graduation requirement..."
aldersprig: (kai-sky)
Set ~50 years after Addergoole: the Original Series, after the "Retirement" stories.

To her credit, his owner hadn't said "make yourself useful."

To his frustration, when she'd said "I want to make use of you," it hadn't been anything like what he'd had in mind.

Rozen looked at the class - all girls, all in their teens - and then back at Kailani. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"You're close enough to full strength now." She had her analytical voice on. She was, however, also smiling. "I'm sure you can handle teaching self-defense."

"Self-defense. Right." He looked at the girls. They looked back at him, as uncertain as he felt. "All right. I've got this," he told Kai. "I won't hurt 'em. You can... go do whatever you do. Dean."

She hesitated. He saw the moment where she questioned her decision to leave him alone with teenage girls. He wanted to be offended - but he didn't want her to get into the habit of thinking he was harmless, either.

Rozen turned his back on his owner and studied the girls. "All right. We're going to start with you showing me what you've got. Don't hold back. I'm hard to hurt."

Un-slump-me prompt call
aldersprig: (Jaunx)
Mid year five

They were whispering again. Eris held her glass out to Aviv and waited, patiently enough, while he filled it.

He raised his eyebrows at her, at the way her free hand was drumming on the counter. "Careful. That's your seventh."

Eris laughed, although there was no humor in it. "What's going to happen if I drink too many? You gonna try to grab me?"

"I won't." There was never a time when Aviv didn't look serious. Eris wondered if the tentacles that made up his mouth under his Mask could even make a smile. Today, he sounded serious, too. "But I wouldn't assume someone else is as smart."

Eris raised her eyebrows. "Smart? You saying I'm a bad catch?"

He saluted her with a drink, the closest he might ever come to that elusive smile. "I'm saying nobody with half a brain thinks that they'd survive putting a collar on you again. If you didn't kill them - and you probably would - well, Joff and Rafe aren't collared anymore. It would be a mess." He leaned back and sipped his drink, or, at least, held his drink up near his lips and some of it vanished. "I might even get involved."
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
He'd tried "no," "fuck no" and "no way in a billion fucking years." Doug had tried everything he thought he'd work and a few things he'd known wouldn't, but in the end, he'd lost anyway. His father had put his foot down, and Doug had found himself sitting in his own office, staring across his desk at a new student.

"I'm going to be your Mentor."

She glared back at him and worked her mouth for a moment, like the whole idea tasted bad. "They told me. Thought we were supposed to get a choice."

Doug swallowed most of a laugh. "Yeah, me too. Guess we blew that one."

She raised her eyebrows, raised her bic, and lit up a tiny flame. "Rock on."

Un-slump-me prompt call
aldersprig: (Jaunx)
This story contains allusions to non-consensual everything

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aldersprig: (Rin)
Two of Arinyanka's younger cousins were helping her dress, while a third and fourth stood behind her on a stool, braiding ribbons into her hair.

On the other side of the room, two more of her cousins were doing what they could with Girey's hair and beard. He was reading, holding the ancient scroll carefully while layers were draped over and around him. There was no complaining. He hadn't spoken, as a matter of fact, since she'd handed him the scroll.

He looked up. There were eight other people in the room with them, but he looked directly at her. "This isn't in any of the Bitrani histories."

Rin opened her mouth to answer, but he beat her to it. "It wouldn't be. We - the priests removed so much as heresy." He set the scroll down with the reverence it deserved; a cousin stepped in immediately to clasp bracelets on both Girey's wrists.

He cleared his throat. "I -" He shifted to Bitrani and tried again. "I understand." His gesture, short as it was, took in the finery he was wearing, the Bitrani royal colors a repeated note in clothing that was otherwise entirely Calenyena.

"You don't mind?" It was a foolish question, but the Girey she was wedding this week was so different from the one she'd kidnapped. She found herself still expecting some complaint, some whining.

He smiled crookedly. "Of course I mind. But I was always going to go to a state marriage, before. And this... this is a state marriage all right. Just... gaudier."

Rin chuckled quietly. "Don't tell me that Bitrani get married in mud and dirt colors, too?"

"Mud and dirt," he agreed solemnly, "and don't forget dust."

"I'm afraid you'll have to settle for getting married in silk and finest linen, then." Her shoulders settled and Rin found herself smiling. "Not even itchy army-issue wool."

"I suppose I can live with it." The cousins were looking at him strangely. Girey laughed, a short sound she still didn't hear often. "For you."

Anti-slump prompt call


Sep. 18th, 2015 08:38 am
aldersprig: (Mermaid 2)
I'm not entirely certain what happened - work stress, life stress, home improvement, summer, probably some combination - but I have been in a bit of a writing slump lately.

I am slowly clawing my way out of it, but I wanted to let everyone know that, indeed, I do still exist as more than a Wordpress autoposter. <.<

I feel like doing character studies this week/end, 50-150 words of a given character in a plausible situation.


Give me an extant character in any of my settings (or fanfic I've written) (if obscure, give me a link) and a plausible situation, something that ~could~ be canon.

I will write 50-150 words of said character in said situation.

See "character" under my tags for an entirely incomplete list. See Character Lists for characters from Aunt Family, Science! and Planners, as well as a partial list of "Named Male Characters with active personalities/speaking lines."

Thank you for your aid in beating this slump!
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Silence reigned at their table for a minute. Enrie did her best to catalogue everyone’s reactions, but she was having a hard time dealing with her own. It seemed like a lovely idea, but it seemed like a lovely idea that was doomed to fail. That was not how Enrie wanted to flunk out of E

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
I felt like writing this, so I did. Year four was pretty awful for everyone.

End of Year Four of the Addergoole School

The students had all walked across the stage, had all been given their names and released from one set of obligations and oaths into another. Various bonds and promises had broken. The students milled around now in the Village, waiting for parents to pick them up, waiting for Luke's Jeep to take them to the airport.

Regine watched them from a distance, accompanied by Mike and Shira Pelletier. They bounced about, nervous energy making them louder than they normally would be. Students who had spent four years ignoring each other talked now, bonded by the feeling of "us against the world."

There was a chance they'd need it. Mike cleared his throat. "Well, there goes the First Cohort."

"Indeed." Regine's lip twitched. It wasn't a smile, not as normal people smiled. Mike wasn't even sure it counted as an expression for Regine.

"How do you think they'll do?" He snuck a look at Shira, but she was ignoring him. "Do you think they'll be okay, out in the world?"
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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
If I was going to write a story about Addergoole Year one, do any of the students intrigue you as a Point-of-View character?

Cohort 1

Barnaby [name subject to change]
Lavanya [formerly known as Oralee]
aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie rolled her eyes at Riensin. “I'm feeling fine. I didn't sleep all that well last night; I was up working on this paper Pelnyen gave us.”

“I thought it was only a couple pages.” He wrinkled his nose. “That shouldn't take hours, should it? The last time he did that to me, I whipped it off in...

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aldersprig: (Shooting star)
“The thing is, I’m cheating.” The guts of the Heinlein sat in front of them, not all that different from the commercial space shuttles being developed in other parts of the country.

Chloe Rogers was perched there with the brightest mind in space flight, apologizing her ass off and hoping it would be enough. “What we want to do — what we need to do to make this trip worth it — it’s not possible yet. The science isn’t there.”

Dave Krueger looked down at his hands. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, as if the movement helped him think. As if he was trying not to break things. “I thought you’d had a breakthrough. I thought you’d really, truly figured out FTL travel.”

“The thing is, I have.” Chloe couldn’t have felt worse about this if she’d run over Dave’s puppy on the way to lying to him about the drive — fibbing, bending the truth a little, about the drive. But she needed him. “The problem is, I figured it out with magic, not with science.”

He looked up, his eyes widening, his eyebrows lifting. “So when you said you’d made a trip to Mars to test it—”
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