Ohhh, all those lovely Doctor Who stories, all in one place! And look what ELSE arrived in the same box...
Toys! Wonderful, wonderful TOYS!
I was indeed a happy writer.
So what else have I been up to lately? Well, I've been writing, amazingly enough. I have taken two weeks off Book Nine to focus on coming up with new stories for Armageddon-Outta-Here (haw!) which'll be out next summer.
As a sample of what the new stories will feature, we're talking the Dead Men in the Wild West, the story of how Valkyrie met Caelan, a Billy-Ray Sanguine solo adventure, and Skulduggery Pleasant and Gordon Edgley at a horror-themed masquerade ball, set 25 years ago.
Time is tight, deadlines are onrushing, but I'm having FUN, so none of it seems quite like work. And hopefully it never will.
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«Oldest ‹Older 4601 – 4800 of 4944 Newer› Newest»(I have never gone legitimately sledding... Snowboarding, yes. And the double black diamond almost killed me.)
*She looks back*
Ay though. I have no idea what I'm doin, so whattayagonnado, but just go for it. *She scoots the sled forward, inch by inch, waiting for gravity to pill her down*
Whattttt?
Okay I must have my timelines wrong again. Nevermind.
I don't do snowboarding, but I ski. I've never been down a double black diamond though :L
Ha, I do that all the time. What time is it for you?
We used to drive out to the mountains to go sledding. Haven't in years.
#ChaseForBook9
(2:15 in the afternoon. And don't. It's terrifying.)
In England, we call it sledging, and we go every year if there's enough snow. :) Once when I was little I took the morning off school to go sledging because it was the only snow we'd get. XD
Nowadays, we go down this really good slope . . . *was about to give the location and describe the place, but you don't live here, so you won't go "Oh yeah, THERE!"*
When I used to live in Switzerland, when I was like two, my dad wanted to take my sledging but my mum thought it was dangerous so my dad bought this really good sledge which has brakes and a steering wheel and we still have it. :) :) :) We also have an old-fashioned wooden one.
So all the other people are just there with their normal sledges that are barely more than sheets of plastic and we're just there with our awesome ones like YAH. :)
We have two sledges between the four of us, but it's cool. :) :) You have to walk up the hill afterwards anyway. Rests are needed occasionally. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*She catches the gravity* YAY!
*She starts to speed up, and realizes she has no idea how to steer*
*Her path is relatively clear*
*Then a tree*
*She smacks into the tree and goes flying to the side, landing on a separate tree's branch, hung over it*
(George Eliot calls it coasting!
Fun fact)
@Saph: YOU THINK SO??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Well, that just made my day. :)
Barely anyone even knows who they ARE, so having someone know who they are AND say they're amazing is just O_O
Like O_O
And O_O
And
and
and
And I don't even know why things like this surprise me, because OBVIOUSLY they're amazing, but it surprises me even so. :)
And yes.
And yes.
And yes.
O_O
#ChaseForBookNine
I haven't been sledding/sledging, whatever you want to call it, since I left England :) Last Christmas was really hot- it was too uncomfortable to be inside, and we were going to the beach and swimming everyday just to cool off XD
@Adra: Right foot/arm on the ground to go . . . left, I think, or maybe it's right . . . no, I think it's left . . .
Assuming I'm correct, you drag the ground on the right to go left and on the left to go right.
Idk, you'll probably pick it up. :)
(It's one of those things you forget every year, beacsue you can remember it's one or the other, but the main thing you remember about it is not remembering)
#CjaseFOrBookNine
@Saph: *laughs*
:)
#ChaseForBooknine
*Laughs at Star* I've listened to about two of their songs, but I thought they were cool :)
I keep spellinbg because like beaucase, and I just KEEP doing it, and my fingers just never seem to learn it's NOT beacuase. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
( I genuinely do not know. Adra's all: "let's go sledding!" And then there's me: "well fuck then I know how this is going to end.")
*beacsue
I think . . .
Idk, I just keep typoing it. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*She blinks, feeling sore* hell...
(Wait- is Trip still here?)
@Adra: *laughs*
But - you live in a place where it's SNOWY. Why you not go? :P
You have more snow than us, anyway. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
(Well, that doesn't mean that it's sledding snow, and I love in a large neighbourhood... So... I wouldn't know where to go :3)
(I'm back)
#ChaseForBook9
*She feels herself slip from the branch* wait- NO! *She falls into the powder snow drift*
*Grumbles*
(Wb! *hugs*)
@Adra: Okay.
Actually, I don't really know how to respond to that. :P
I think what we did was just, when we went on walks, say "Ooh, that would be good to sledge down" and remembered it. OR, sometimes, we might have just driven around looking for a hill . . . XD
#ChaseForBookNine
*drives across the horizon*
*watching the pine-scented air freshener dangle from the mirror*
*and thinking of days gone by*
Khasiis: Five days . . .
Five days . . .
(Hullo, all!)
(I wonder if it's possible sled down the border of Switzerland... I mean, if it would be okay with the border patrol..? Of there is some idk how they do it)
Hi Anni! :)
Oh, damn. I just wrote 'hey Khasis'.
#ChaseForBookNine
(Hi Anni *waves*)
*She sits up painfully, noticing how the sled was splintered and crushed* Awh hell..
@Adra: Possibly. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(I don't really have a plan, right now. I've already completed Day Seven on my Imminent Death chart.)
(And yes, I actually have a chart. I need to make sure all the right things happen on all the right days. I call it The Twelve Days of Slow and Tedious Death.
Also, Merry Christmas everyone!)
*Waves to Anni*
Wbd
(I'd do it, Star)
*She gets to her feet, moving slowly to the sled*
This was an awful idea
(*waves at Sapphire*)
*accelerates*
*feeling the power of the engine*
What to do . . . what to do . . .
*closes eyes*
*takes hands off the wheel*
Nobody ever loved you but me. Not even the car dealer wanted you.
*sighs*
*eyes still closed*
(Bye Saph *waves*)
*She clears some snow to make a portal back to the lab to get her head checked out*
*shakes head*
Heh. Look at me, getting all sentimental over a car.
*chuckles*
That . . . that's a little pathetic.
*stomps on the gas pedal*
*and the van shoots across the horizon*
*like a black lion*
*She walks through to her lab, feeling cold, and closes the portal, taking some medicine* *She checks to make sure that any patients aren't in need of her help*
*She crawls into her bed and closes her eyes, head still pounding*
I have returned! And I /will/ stay now.
#ChaseForBook9
*sits at his desk*
*quietly polishing his nameplate*
*and humming a David Bowie song*
*elevator doors open*
Billy-Joe the Intern: *trots in*
Sir?
*winces*
Mister Neurotic, please.
Billy-Joe: Yes, of course.
*holds up a manilla envelope*
I've brought it.
*face splits into a wide smile*
Perfect.
Back!
*takes the envelope*
Intercom: Billy-Joe! Coffee!
Billy-Joe: *runs back into the elevator*
*gently runs a hand along the edge of the envelope*
*opens it*
*smiles wider*
Oh, Zafira, you darling, darling girl.
*pulls out a picture of the burned and ravaged headquarters of Scorpia Enterprises*
*tries to hold back a laugh*
*fails*
(Do you want to continue what we were doing Anni?)
#ChaseForBook9
(Hello again, Trip, Saph)
*there's a knock on the lab door*
*She groans, going to it and opening it*
Whaaaattt
*spins in his swivel chair*
*holding up the photo*
Oh, this is too good!
Too good!
*pulls out the other pictures*
*pictures of charred corpses*
*pictures of blackened husks of buildings*
*a picture of the CEO of Scorpia tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth*
Heh . . .
Heh heh . . .
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha!
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
(Yes, Trip! Just give me a sec . . .)
*Watches everyone roleplaying and contemplates writing more of my own*
*There's as all box on the ground. It's red*
*She picks it up, and takes the top off the box* hmm..
*She suddenly smiles, pulling out the stone fastened on a necklace* *She hooks it on* *She smiles*
*picks up the phone*
*dials*
Mr. Finish?
Photo Q. Finish: Yes?
You're the get-it-done man around here.
I have something I need you to get done.
*looks at the photo*
I need an expedition sent into the labyrinth beneath the charred remains of Scorpia. I need you to recover the Keystone.
Photo: Thy will be done, Mr. Neurotic.
As soon as I finish checking the records. There's a gentleman down here asking about some Chimera fertilizer.
*stands in the lobby, admiring the clean windows*
#ChaseForBook9
*snaps phone shut*
*resumes searching for Trip Castalan's name in the filing room*
(Sorry. I don't yet have a Photo Finish profile picture.)
Hmm . . .
No . . .
I doubt that . . .
But maybe . . .
*shakes his head*
*walks to the end of the filing room*
*enters a complicated-looking code into a panel on the wall*
Wall: *slides back*
*revealing a very small room*
*runes painted on every surface*
*steps in*
*the walls begin to whisper*
*closes eyes*
*listens*
*She is drawn back into her lab where she sits at her desk, scattering out her notes for the stone, as she unfastens it and places it on the table*
Greetings?
*listens*
*eyes closed*
. . .
. . .
. . . AH!
*eyes snap open*
*they're milky-white, now*
ZafiraKeriesAdrasdosDarkSirReingingtonSapphireIotaStarNevyarAmbyriteDoctorPrecociousDoctorTarotDeathRoseNiccoloCroatoanTripCastalan-AH!
*spasms violently*
*eyes snapping shut*
*the lights turn up again*
*opens eyes*
*his eyes are normal now*
*hisses* Trip Castalan.
Hello Ed! It's been a while!
#ChaseForBook9
Yes, it has. Well Hello all
(Hey Ed!)
*flicks a loose sequin off his shirt*
*turns on his heel and storms back into the lobby*
Trish: Photo, baby, what's wrong?
Where's that man? The man who was asking about Chimera shit?
Trish: He wandered off, looking at the windows . . .
Damn!
Trish, we might have a situation here.
Rook exhales as Liz Herald disappears, then walks to the phone and dials Ioux again. Voicemail. He's considering what to do when there's a voice from behind him.
"There will be no need for that."
Rook whirls around. "Ssh! She might hear you."
Mister Ioux lowers his voice. "Where is she?"
Rook gestured up the stairs. "In the spare bedroom. She had a pretty bad head injury. I healed her, of course, but she'll probably be out for a while."
"I was unaware that you possessed such abilities."
Rook didn't explain how his powers worked to Ioux. I should probably explain them to the reader, though. Just a sec....
#ChaseForBook9
(Hullo, Edward! How are you?)
(*jumps up and down*
*squealing like a teenage fangirl*
*and clapping her hands together rapidly*
Mister Ioux!
Mister Ioux!)
Fine thank you
(I've got to go guys. I'll be back soon. About an hour or so, maybe two.)
#ChaseForBook9
Goodbye Trip
(That's quite alright, Trip. I must egress in two hours.)
(Anyway, I hope you have fun! Doing whatever it is you're doing!)
(Well, as I have no plans, would anyone like to play with me? I've already done all I technically need to do on the Seventh Day, and even did a bit explaining what Oscar's been doing this whole time.
Anyone want to play? Here's my character list. FOR NOW.
Doctor Precocious
Oscar Neurotic
Khasiis {sort of}
Doctor Tarot
Bob
Photo Q. Finish)
(Okay then.
Who would you like me to play?)
You pick
Hey Ed, my man, how you been?
(Bye Trip *wave*)
*Adra looks at the stone through a microscope* hmm..
Hello Bob, I have been well apart from losing my magic.
*nods*
Yeah, yeah, I bet that was rough. I lost my magic once. That was a while ago, though. In Canada.
*shudders*
Canada . . .
I saw a flying moose in Canada once.
Good morning, afternoon, or evening, Blogland.
I dunno, man. I just deliver the FedEx boxes to some weird as heck-all people, I can tell you that.
Not that you're weird as heck-all.
*holds out box*
Sign for this?
Greetings Sir
(Ah, hullo there, Sir.)
*Signs for box* Thanks? What is it?
*She shakes her head* merry Christmas to me...
*She picks up her phone, an calls a number*
..Hello?
Yes I am.
Yes, thank you for the gift. It was a wonderful find.
You did?
That's amazing. I've never seen a Philosopher's Stone in such good condition..
*She laughs* Not a problem.
Yeah.
Alright. Again- thank you for it. Good evening. *She hangs up, still grinning*
Heck if I know.
*takes the box*
*shakes it*
*drops it*
*dribbles it*
*sits on it*
*bounces it*
. . . Well, it's not alive.
And it's not a teacup.
. . .
. . .
. . . S'all I got.
Greetings, Mr. Fletcher, Ms. Dark, Ms. Barnosky, and Ms. Fabienne.
((Oh dear...))
#ChaseForBook9
((Hello Sir!))
#ChaseForBook9
(Hello, Sir!
Oh dear?)
*Stares at box then opens it* Its an invisibility cloak.
*looks into the box*
Really?
I don't see it.
. . .
. . . Eh? Eh?
*elbows Edward*
Eh?
. . . oh, never mind.
*She holds the stone in her hands, which is pulsating light blue light, seemingly to give off life* *She smiles again*
*Falls over* Ha ha. This gives me an idea. As my magic is fading, how about a trip to Hogwarts. To see if it helps
The Little Me lyric/music video >>>> everything.
They even made it more dramatic at the bridge and I just love these girls so much
Yeah! That sounds fun!
*his face falls*
But I've got a route to finish.
*looks down at his clipboard*
I've got to deliver a box of self-help books to a D. Precocious and the monthly crate of moist towelettes to O. Neurotic.
*salutes*
Maybe next time?
I live!
Greetings, Ms. Charm and Ms. Kerias.
(Hullo, Zafira.)
(Hello Mara and Zaf)
Oh well, I have just enough magic for one way so *Disappears*
Hi Sir....hi...Bob? *confused face*
Hey!
What-
*looks around*
. . . Weird as heck-all people, I keep tellin' you.
*walks back to his FedEx van*
*Appears a few feet away* I have run out of magic. I am mortal
(Well, would anyone else like to role-play with me?
Doctor Precocious
Oscar Neurotic
Doctor Tarot
I'm afraid I've had enough of Bob the Delivery Guy today.)
(Hello, Mara!)
(OSCARRR)
(Yikes!
Sorry, Edward!)
Thats ok
(Oh, very well, Adra . . .)
Okay, basically Rook's power is raw energy he can use as
A. A light source (very easy at the basic level. There are harder, more complicated things he can do to the light)
B. A destructive force (not too difficult to do, but hard to control)
C. A power boost for other things (immune systems, car batteries, etc.) (Difficulty varies)
If he does any of that for too long without rest, however, it will draw from his true name and eventually kill him. Were he to learn his true name, this would be less of an issue, as he could likely control it easier.
#ChaseForBook9
(YAYYYY!)
*She puts the Philosopher's Sone back in it's holder on her pendant*
*She feels as if it's nudging her, the amount of energy inside of it reaching our to hers, begging to take over*
*She sips her cider, ignoring the feeling*
*walking down the street*
*flipping through the pictures from earlier*
*and chuckling to himself*
Oh, Zafira, you doll!
*his eyes trace every burnt-out husk of a Scorpia building*
*he smiles*
The Keystone . . .
(Oh...well it seems I am too late. Pity.)
((And...?)
*sits in a public library*
*at a computer*
*and utterly despairs at the machine's complexity*
*She leaves outside in delight* *She sees Oscar a distance away* oh
Shit
*Goes to job centre and gets a job at a bar*
*is pacing around the area of Blogland still in my Elder robes obviously harassed*
Hellooooo
i can't stop crying
how can four people be so perfect
i just
wow
*doesn't notice Adra*
*too busy fangirling over his good fortune*
((Little meeeeeee [hugs Maralieeeeee]
Video was beautiful!))
#ChaseForBook9
*Starts serving customers*
*sees Oscar* Isn't fangirling for girls?
(Well, whoever heard of fanboying? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
(I just was gonna call Oscar a girl ad see what happens)
(Isn't the term "guys" for boys? It's universal.)
*Leaves note on bar saying free drinks and starts building a tower of cards*
(He would probably say "Why thank you very much." and then incinerate you with beams of holy sunlight.)
*runs a hand down the picture*
Clarent, Durendal, Vorpal, the Witchblade, the World-Sunderer . . .
*clutches the picture to his chest*
Finally, finally!
*She looks at Oscar*
Wait...
He might not know...
*She calls* OSCAR! HEY THERE!
((Gtg bye...))
#ChaseForBook9
*looks up lazily*
*and is in a good enough mood to even give Adra a smile*
Adrasdos Dark!
What a surprise.
(Goodbye, Fabienne!)
Bye Fabi
Good bye, Ms. Fabienne.
*tackles Fabi*
It was so perfect oh my gosh
Bye:( *huggles*
What up peeps!!!
(Daleks!
*nods approvingly at Edward*)
Hello.
(Hullo, Emerald.)
(Bye Fabi!!)
Hi!
*She dashes over, in a good mood herself* How are you?
Hello Emerald
Greetings, Ms. Melody.
(Good afternoon, S.)
Hello Em, and person who I know but I suspect doesn't want to go by that name so- hello S
Better than I've been in a long, long, LONG time.
*smiles cheerily*
And you're in a good mood too! Lovely. I love your hair. Did you do something new with it?
*looks up*
Look! The sun is up! And birds are singing!
*sighs happily*
(Hai Em. Can I try prying into the moping wrld of Lorcan?)
(Yeah, Daleks!!!) *Places closed sign on bar and sits in street*
All of Blogland appears to be strangely happy today.
It must be Christmas.
(Either that, or the peculiar gases wafting up from Blogland's core.
But it's likely Christmas.)
*sighs, and gives up attempting to understand the computer*
*exits the library, frowning*
Funny how that happens, S:3
And my hair?
Er, no... It's just...wavy-er?
I suppose?
Why are you so happy?
Christmas?
Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to greet you, Mr. or Ms. S.
Hello S
. . .
*ponders how best to phrase it*
. . . Do you know that special feeling you get,
when something you've been thinking about and planning and slaving over for a very long time is finally, finally within reach?
I ded to? All pick something for yourselves
Hello S!
(Ok in PE Twig the one teacher has us all get in groups of 5-15 and we had 5min to come up with a holiday song. Chorus kids got together, 4 part harmony on Believe. Hell. Yes.)
(No worries, Sir. And I'm a girl, but you may call me S. It's easier.)
Yes, I know exactly what you mean Anni. It's sort of frustrating and exciting at the same time. I get really restless.
Of course I do. Is that how you feel?
I'll add to getting exams done
Ed; Great idea! I dedicate to music, because it is the language for what words can't say.
Just please nobody ded to Christmas.
I dedicate to friends and family.
And more, Adra. It's how I feel, and more.
*sighs contentedly*
I can finally do it.
I can finally win.
*brushes his hair out of his face*
So, what's new with you?
(I dedicate to pineapple upside-down cake.)
I tell her to speak up,
Tell her to shout out
Talk a bit louder,
Be a bit prouder,
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful
Everything she doesn't see,
You gotta speak up,
You gotta shout out
And know that right here, right now,
You can be beautiful, wonderful,
Anything you wanna be,
Little Me,
"I look at myself and I feel like I'm not.. good enough.."
"When I'm in the presence of someone mean... I think of what I had to do for it..."
"I see that, well... I'd be better slim.."
"People assume because you live in an estate that means, you know, that you're not good enough; you're poor,"
-
"Just to be who you are, and be proud of who you are,"
"Stand up for yourself, fight for yourself... like, trust in yourself..."
"I like to look different. I don't like to follow the crowd."
"I took myself to uni four years ago now, and I graduated last year,
"Since I was little, I've always wanted to be an air host and travel around the world,"
"Do whatever makes you happy and be happy within yourself."
you can be beautiful, wonderful
anything you wanna be
Little Me
Well... Quite a bit. Stories. Long stories. Terrible, excruciatingly painful to remember stories. Immortality. Other stories.
Mara; I love that song!
Exams. *Pulls horrible face* Yeah, I definitely want those to be over and done with. (Except, they can be just a little bit useful for getting into universities and things. You know. Just a little.)
Yes . . . yes, I'm familiar with that sort of thing.
*face falls a little*
Immortality?
Just a tad, S. :3
Mm. As do I.
*hugs Meera*
*walks down the sidewalk*
*sees Mr. Neurotic and Ms. Dark*
*briefly contemplates telling the bystanders to evacuate the area*
*instead, he promptly spins on his heel, to walk in the other direction*
*Glares at Sir*
*sighs contently*
Life . . . life is good.
*nods*
Life is good.
*spreads arms*
This is good. Blogland. Blogland is good.
Of course, it won't be around for long, but it's good.
*sighs contentedly*
It's good.
*sees Sir in the distance*
*contemplates walking over to spread some good cheer*
*decides against it*
*Stamds up and walks to centre of road*
(I will be forced to depart in 55 minutes . . .)
*coughs* osmosis *coughs*
*Walks slowly up the stairs of her hotel, occasionally pausing for breath in between floors*
*Reaches the door to the roof and pushes it open*
*feels an itching sensation on the back of his neck*
*turns his head, to see Ms. Dark glaring at him*
*
.....
*deeply sighs*
Blast and confound it all.
*walks back over*
*Sits down and listens to traffic pass by*
*sees Sir walking over*
*sighs*
*then smiles*
Good afternoon, Sir.
Knew it
*Places large square around self as it causes the ground in the square to collpase into a tunnel to the centre of the earth* *Falls*
*Ground reappears*
*looks confused*
I beg your pardon, Adra?
...
*quietly glances between the two*
Greetings, Mr. Neurotic, and Ms. Dark.
Hatching another diabolical scheme, then, Mr. Neurotic?
I beg YOUR pardon sir
There's no need to beg, Ms. Dark.
*beams*
The diabolical scheme in question has been well and truly hatched.
*turns to Adra*
*gives her a concerned look*
Are you quite well?
Not you, Sir, just...
Agh
Why do you ask?
. . . No reason.
*shakes his head as if trying to clear it*
*Pushes against the door with all her strength, fighting the wind* *Struggles onto the rooftop, Her hair going wild*
*Mutters* I knew I should've tied it up this morning...
*Hugs her coat tight to her body and crouches on the edge of the roof, peering down with watery eyes from the wind*
*Spots three familiar figures on the street*
Yeah sure you can Zaf, you can try lol
Sorry for poofing, family stuff.
(That's quite alright, Emerald.)
...
*sighs knowingly*
Ah, it is this again, is it not?
Apologies, Mr. Neurotic, but whenever she is around you or the good Doctor, Ms. Dark can become quite feverish and start muttering "Osmosis".
((It's okay, Em :) Merry Christmas, by the way.))
*frowns*
That's weird. Must be a nervous tick. Though a strange word to say in everyday conversation.
*shrugs*
*smiles*
I don't care, though. I'm in too good a mood.
Merry Christmas to you too!!!
(*whispers to everyone* Who the hell is S??? :\)
((Sir; It's a rare disease that Adra and I share.
Granted, Mr Neurotic has never met me, but I seem unable to stop myself from muttering it at random moments.))
*sees Lorcan and goes to* Hey Lorcan!
(Hey again Mels)
Yeah. *cough*
(I think its Aiden!)
*Digs into side and crawls up* *Starts cutting down christmas trees in buildings*
Not as strange as you would think..
*runs a hand through his hair*
Anyway, it was a genuine pleasure to encounter you two today!
*shakes Adra's hand vigorously*
Doctor's closest friends.
*shakes Sir's hand vigorously*
Always good to hear from you, and know you're well.
*chuckles*
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