Poem: "About Gaining Power"
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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the January 2, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from lone_cat andwe_are_spc (Jay). It also fills the "soul bonding / soulmates" square in my 1-3-18 card for the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
trope_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Calliope thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
"About Gaining Power"
By mid-November it was getting too cold
for Calliope and Vagary to visit local parks
after a therapy session, so they started
exploring other cultural attractions instead.
They went to the MultiArts Center because
it had just announced some new attractions.
There was the obligatory Thanksgiving table,
of course, but so many other things as well.
"They do the Holiday Gift Gallery every year,"
Calliope said, pointing to the different displays.
"See, there's Christmas, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa,
Yule, we have something for everybody here."
"Perfect," Vagary said, turning toward
the cashier. "Do you have a shopping cart?"
She stared at him. "We have hand baskets?"
"That will have to do," Vagary said with a sigh,
eyeing the armload-sized baskets. "We'll take two.
Calliope, you don't mind helping me carry, do you?
I'll never fit everything into just one basket."
"Seriously?" Calliope said. "What are you
planning to do, buy out the gallery?"
"We'll want some padding," Vagary said.
He chose two sets of red, yellow, and
blue t-shirts with the center logo, placing
one into each basket. He handed one
to Calliope. "This is a holiday gift display,
right? So I'm holiday shopping. Unless
you don't want to waste the time? I
won't take all that long, honest."
"No more than an hour," she said,
accepting the basket. "I heard that
they hired a magician and I don't
want to miss his performance."
Vagary checked the schedule
and set an alarm on his vidwatch.
He then proceeded to fill the baskets
with silk pumpkins, log candleholders,
a walnut tea box, several incense boxes
with incense, pinecone firestarters in red
and green, two completely different dreidels,
Chanukkah gelt, a set of Adinkra symbols
carved from calabash, and Kwanzaa candles
in several assorted sizes and styles.
Calliope felt pretty sure the matched set
of God and Goddess candleholders
was intended for Aconite, while
the Christmas ornaments of felt
and blown glass were probably
meant for the children and adults
of the Ba family, but the rest of
the gifts were mysteries.
She picked up a Christmas quilt
embroidered with redwork churches for
her parents, which she had to put over
her arm because both baskets were full.
They checked out and left the pile of
purchases with the cashier for safekeeping.
They actually had fifteen minutes before
the performance started, so they went
to look at the Native American art show.
That featured paintings by various artists
from all over Oklahoma and neighboring states
along with pottery, wall masks, an afghan,
and all kinds of other arts and crafts.
"Do you feel that?" Vagary said suddenly.
Cautiously Calliope lowered her shields
a little bit, but her empathy could not
pick up anything unusual. "Feel what?"
"That, I don't know, it's like static?"
he said hesitantly. "In the bond?"
Calliope ignored the damn bond
as much as she could, but now
she turned her attention to it.
There might have been, sort of,
a slight change in texture.
"Maybe," she said. "I'm not
sure if it's real or I'm just
imagining things because
you're getting antsy."
Vagary slumped. "Yeah,
you're probably right."
His vidwatch chimed.
"Time to go anyway."
One of the classrooms had
been set up with folding chairs
in front of a modular wooden stage.
Calliope and Vagary took their seats,
and they got pretty good ones since
only the front row had filled so far.
Then Vagary hissed in distress.
"What?" Calliope said. "If you
wreck this, I will not be happy."
You *** never **ppy,
filtered across the bond.
"Okay, that I felt," Calliope said.
"You're right, it does feel like static.
Do you want to get out of here?"
"No, you wanted to see the show
and so do I," Vagary said. "If it keeps
getting worse, then we can bail."
As soon as the classroom doors
swung closed, a short guy in
a suit bounded onto the stage.
"I'm Myron the Miraculous, and
I'm here to entertain you!" he said.
"No recordings, please, I won't take
responsibility if you fry your camera."
Polite applause spattered the air.
He turned tiny green apples
into much larger red ones.
"I know how he did that,"
Vagary muttered.
"Shh," said Calliope.
"I want to watch the show."
The magician's wand
poured out smoke, which
Calliope had seen before,
but then it changed colors
in midair. That was new.
"Huh," she said thoughtfully.
Vagary stuck his finger
in his ear and wiggled it.
The static was getting worse.
Myron the Miraculous
shucked ears of corn
to pull balls out of them --
first sponge balls, which
weren't very impressive, but
then pool balls and softballs
and finally a bowling ball.
"Okay, I no longer have
any idea how he did that,"
Vagary admitted.
The crowd applauded with
much more enthusiasm.
An enchanted rope crawled
across the stage and began
to perform Activity Scout knots.
A little girl in the front row
pointed out an error.
The rope corrected itself.
Myron the Miraculous
threw cards at a pumpkin,
neatly bisecting it -- and then
it cracked in half with a spray
of golden sparks, spilling
static across the bond.
A long white snake slithered
out of the shattered pumpkin.
"Myron the Miraculous,
ladies and gentlemen,"
the snake hissed at them.
"Thank you and good night."
"This has officially become
very weird," Vagary said.
The people who had not
scrammed at the first sight
of the unexpected snake
now applauded vigorously.
It took a few minutes
for Calliope and Vagary
to pull themselves together
enough to head for the door.
"Stay," the snake hissed.
Calliope and Vagary
looked at each other.
"I'm game if you are,"
Calliope said.
"Sure, why not,"
Vagary replied.
Myron the Miraculous
scooped up his snake and
hopped down from the stage.
"Hi," Myron said. "I could feel
you in the audience. Ghost and
I were hoping you'd stay to chat.
We haven't met many other soups."
"It's good to meet new people,"
Calliope said. "You're new at this?"
"Yeah, it happened during a show
I was doing for Halloween," Myron said.
"I wonder about your control," Vagary said.
"You were kind of hosing the room, and
we're getting some static from it."
"I wasn't kidding about the cameras,"
Myron said quietly. "Magic really can
mess with technology. I didn't know
it could interfere with superpowers,
though. I'm sorry about that."
"Human tools are too fragile,"
Ghost said, flicking his tongue.
"Not your fault," Calliope said.
"You might want to be careful
about mentioning that," Vagary said.
"Some people could find it threatening
if your power tampers with theirs."
"Yeah, things got a little ... fractious
at home," Myron said. "That's why
I bought a 48-48 bus pass and
took my show on the road."
"Oh, those are fun!" Calliope said.
"After high school, some friends and I
bought the Plain Summer package.
Let's just say: Best. Vacation. Ever."
"If you like to travel, I know some folks
who hire soup-friendly entertainment, and
might give you some educational tips too,"
Vagary said, holding out a card.
"Thanks," Myron said as he took it.
"Come to that, would you consider
playing Tishomingo?" Calliope said.
"It's not on the route, but Ardmore is,
that's where I joined up with friends."
"Our next gig is in Oklahoma City, and
we're only booking one ahead," Myron said.
"So yes, we're open to new opportunities."
"I'll pass the word," Calliope said,
sending a message on her vidwatch.
"Thanks for the tips," Myron said.
"It's nice of you to help after Ghost
and I spilled static all over you."
"Connections matter," Vagary said.
"Besides, I never met a real magician
or a talking snake before. Sorcery is rare."
"Tell me about it," Myron muttered.
"SPOON found me a mentor, but that's
just one guy. One. I'm used to learning
from dozens of different magicians! I
may not be brilliant, but at least I know
to study what each does the best."
"I do not have my own mentor yet,"
Ghost said, resting his chin on
Myron's shoulder. "Snakes that
talk are even rarer than magicians."
"Yeah, most animal soups are
mammals," Vagary said. "It sucks
to go without a soup mentor."
"Something will come through,
sooner or later," Myron said.
"We can pass the word for that too,"
Calliope said. "So what have you
learned from your mentor so far?
"Real magic is not about gaining
power over others: it is about
gaining power over yourself,"
Myron said with a smile.
Calliope shivered, thinking
about the bond and how hard
it was to gain any control at all.
Maybe they'd been going at it wrong.
"That's good advice for anyone,"
Calliope said as she shook hands
with Myron the Miraculous and
let Ghost lick her fingers.
* * *
Notes:
Myron the Miraculous (Myron Roles) -- He has fair skin with freckles, brown eyes, and short brown hair. He lives in Motor City. Myron is a stage magician who enjoys performing for a crowd. Nimble and adaptable, he is popular and has plenty of contacts in entertainment. He's not quite famous yet, but has hopes of moving up eventually. While good at planning shows, however, Myron frequently fails to think ahead in his personal life.
Origin: In October of 2014, he volunteered for the variety entertainment at a Halloween festival. There was also a man dressed as a genie offering to grant wishes. He wished for real magic -- and got it, but it never works as expected. He found this out when he went to pull a rabbit from his hat, and instead produced a talking leucistic snake.
Uniform: On duty, a classic magician's outfit of a top hat, a black suit and bow tie, and a white shirt. Off duty, he favors smart casual or business casual.
Qualities: Good (+2) Adaptable, Good (+2) Dexterity, Good (+2) Emotional Intelligence, Good (+2) Friends in Show Biz, Good (+2) Stage Magician
Poor (-2) Thinking Ahead
Powers: Average (0) Animal Companion
Poor (-2) Magic
Motivation: To entertain people.
Ghost -- He is a leucistic Texas rat snake, pure white with blue eyes. He is the magical companion animal of Myron the Miraculous.
Origin: Myron tried to pull a rabbit out of a hat, and got a magical talking snake instead.
Uniform: None. He goes nude.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Magician's Assistant, Good (+2) Snake, Good (+2) Wise
Poor (-2) Fussy
Powers: Good (+2) Magical Companion Animal
This metapower includes Human Speech and a connection to Myron's magic.
Motivation: Make Myron look impressive and keep him out of trouble.
* * *
"Real magic is not about gaining power over others: it is about gaining power over yourself."
-- Rosemary Guiley
The MultiArts Center (on West 10th Avenue) is just north of the Stillwater Public Library (on West 12th Avenue, between South Duck Street and South Duncan Street). The inside holds various art galleries to display works, both individual items and whole art shows. See the tribal art show. Snacks and buskers help to attract viewers.
The sales gallery offers items made by mostly local artists. In T-America the commission is only 10% instead of the 35% charged in L-America. This is the Thanksgiving display.
In T-America the Holiday Gift Gallery begins the day after Thanksgiving and includes Christmas, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, and other holidays. Shopping baskets are available for customers.
Classrooms offer space for various creative activities. The MultiArts Center is soup-friendly and often holds classes with a super theme.
This is the original logo and t-shirt design, which is always available. In T-America, the center also holds a new contest each year and adds a new round of t-shirts with art from a local artist which is only available for one year.
Featured holiday gifts that you can make at home include fabric pumpkins, log candle holders, felt ornaments, pinecone firestarters, wooden dreidels, and adinkra stamps. Others are blown glass ornaments, a tea box, incense boxes, and God and Goddess candleholders. Chanukkah gelt has various reasons behind it. Kwanzaa candles may come in votive, pillar, or LED styles. Calliope's Christmas quilt is done in redwork. Read some tips for doing redwork.
A modular wooden stage makes it easy to customize performance space.
Thanksgiving magic tricks include pumpkin patch performances.
Here is a quick guide to scouting knots.
Throwing cards is fun to watch.
Terramagne-America has much better public transportation than local-America does, so long-term passes are plentiful, popular, and high in quality. Depending on how much identification you want to show at the ticket window, you can get a punch-pass (which anyone can use, but if you lose it you're out the investment), a personal pass (which requires photo ID, but only you can use it and it's replaceable if lost), or a mass-transit ID (which is an actual picture ID card issued by major bus/train companies, for folks who don't drive, and can be loaded with any pass you buy). Passes can be local, state, regional, or national in range. The more common timespans are for one, three, six, or twelve months. Then there are the oddball specials. A 48-48 is a bus pass that gives complete access to the company's routes in all 48 contiguous states for 48 days. Similarly, the Plain Summer pass is a 90-day regional one that covers the Great Plains states. Cal and friends first rode south into Texas, then up to Colorado, and so on around the loop until they came back to Oklahoma, spending about a month in each group of three states.
See a map of the Chickasaw Reservation in southern Oklahoma.
lone_cat andwe_are_spc (Jay). It also fills the "soul bonding / soulmates" square in my 1-3-18 card for the trope_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Calliope thread of the Polychrome Heroics series."About Gaining Power"
By mid-November it was getting too cold
for Calliope and Vagary to visit local parks
after a therapy session, so they started
exploring other cultural attractions instead.
They went to the MultiArts Center because
it had just announced some new attractions.
There was the obligatory Thanksgiving table,
of course, but so many other things as well.
"They do the Holiday Gift Gallery every year,"
Calliope said, pointing to the different displays.
"See, there's Christmas, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa,
Yule, we have something for everybody here."
"Perfect," Vagary said, turning toward
the cashier. "Do you have a shopping cart?"
She stared at him. "We have hand baskets?"
"That will have to do," Vagary said with a sigh,
eyeing the armload-sized baskets. "We'll take two.
Calliope, you don't mind helping me carry, do you?
I'll never fit everything into just one basket."
"Seriously?" Calliope said. "What are you
planning to do, buy out the gallery?"
"We'll want some padding," Vagary said.
He chose two sets of red, yellow, and
blue t-shirts with the center logo, placing
one into each basket. He handed one
to Calliope. "This is a holiday gift display,
right? So I'm holiday shopping. Unless
you don't want to waste the time? I
won't take all that long, honest."
"No more than an hour," she said,
accepting the basket. "I heard that
they hired a magician and I don't
want to miss his performance."
Vagary checked the schedule
and set an alarm on his vidwatch.
He then proceeded to fill the baskets
with silk pumpkins, log candleholders,
a walnut tea box, several incense boxes
with incense, pinecone firestarters in red
and green, two completely different dreidels,
Chanukkah gelt, a set of Adinkra symbols
carved from calabash, and Kwanzaa candles
in several assorted sizes and styles.
Calliope felt pretty sure the matched set
of God and Goddess candleholders
was intended for Aconite, while
the Christmas ornaments of felt
and blown glass were probably
meant for the children and adults
of the Ba family, but the rest of
the gifts were mysteries.
She picked up a Christmas quilt
embroidered with redwork churches for
her parents, which she had to put over
her arm because both baskets were full.
They checked out and left the pile of
purchases with the cashier for safekeeping.
They actually had fifteen minutes before
the performance started, so they went
to look at the Native American art show.
That featured paintings by various artists
from all over Oklahoma and neighboring states
along with pottery, wall masks, an afghan,
and all kinds of other arts and crafts.
"Do you feel that?" Vagary said suddenly.
Cautiously Calliope lowered her shields
a little bit, but her empathy could not
pick up anything unusual. "Feel what?"
"That, I don't know, it's like static?"
he said hesitantly. "In the bond?"
Calliope ignored the damn bond
as much as she could, but now
she turned her attention to it.
There might have been, sort of,
a slight change in texture.
"Maybe," she said. "I'm not
sure if it's real or I'm just
imagining things because
you're getting antsy."
Vagary slumped. "Yeah,
you're probably right."
His vidwatch chimed.
"Time to go anyway."
One of the classrooms had
been set up with folding chairs
in front of a modular wooden stage.
Calliope and Vagary took their seats,
and they got pretty good ones since
only the front row had filled so far.
Then Vagary hissed in distress.
"What?" Calliope said. "If you
wreck this, I will not be happy."
You *** never **ppy,
filtered across the bond.
"Okay, that I felt," Calliope said.
"You're right, it does feel like static.
Do you want to get out of here?"
"No, you wanted to see the show
and so do I," Vagary said. "If it keeps
getting worse, then we can bail."
As soon as the classroom doors
swung closed, a short guy in
a suit bounded onto the stage.
"I'm Myron the Miraculous, and
I'm here to entertain you!" he said.
"No recordings, please, I won't take
responsibility if you fry your camera."
Polite applause spattered the air.
He turned tiny green apples
into much larger red ones.
"I know how he did that,"
Vagary muttered.
"Shh," said Calliope.
"I want to watch the show."
The magician's wand
poured out smoke, which
Calliope had seen before,
but then it changed colors
in midair. That was new.
"Huh," she said thoughtfully.
Vagary stuck his finger
in his ear and wiggled it.
The static was getting worse.
Myron the Miraculous
shucked ears of corn
to pull balls out of them --
first sponge balls, which
weren't very impressive, but
then pool balls and softballs
and finally a bowling ball.
"Okay, I no longer have
any idea how he did that,"
Vagary admitted.
The crowd applauded with
much more enthusiasm.
An enchanted rope crawled
across the stage and began
to perform Activity Scout knots.
A little girl in the front row
pointed out an error.
The rope corrected itself.
Myron the Miraculous
threw cards at a pumpkin,
neatly bisecting it -- and then
it cracked in half with a spray
of golden sparks, spilling
static across the bond.
A long white snake slithered
out of the shattered pumpkin.
"Myron the Miraculous,
ladies and gentlemen,"
the snake hissed at them.
"Thank you and good night."
"This has officially become
very weird," Vagary said.
The people who had not
scrammed at the first sight
of the unexpected snake
now applauded vigorously.
It took a few minutes
for Calliope and Vagary
to pull themselves together
enough to head for the door.
"Stay," the snake hissed.
Calliope and Vagary
looked at each other.
"I'm game if you are,"
Calliope said.
"Sure, why not,"
Vagary replied.
Myron the Miraculous
scooped up his snake and
hopped down from the stage.
"Hi," Myron said. "I could feel
you in the audience. Ghost and
I were hoping you'd stay to chat.
We haven't met many other soups."
"It's good to meet new people,"
Calliope said. "You're new at this?"
"Yeah, it happened during a show
I was doing for Halloween," Myron said.
"I wonder about your control," Vagary said.
"You were kind of hosing the room, and
we're getting some static from it."
"I wasn't kidding about the cameras,"
Myron said quietly. "Magic really can
mess with technology. I didn't know
it could interfere with superpowers,
though. I'm sorry about that."
"Human tools are too fragile,"
Ghost said, flicking his tongue.
"Not your fault," Calliope said.
"You might want to be careful
about mentioning that," Vagary said.
"Some people could find it threatening
if your power tampers with theirs."
"Yeah, things got a little ... fractious
at home," Myron said. "That's why
I bought a 48-48 bus pass and
took my show on the road."
"Oh, those are fun!" Calliope said.
"After high school, some friends and I
bought the Plain Summer package.
Let's just say: Best. Vacation. Ever."
"If you like to travel, I know some folks
who hire soup-friendly entertainment, and
might give you some educational tips too,"
Vagary said, holding out a card.
"Thanks," Myron said as he took it.
"Come to that, would you consider
playing Tishomingo?" Calliope said.
"It's not on the route, but Ardmore is,
that's where I joined up with friends."
"Our next gig is in Oklahoma City, and
we're only booking one ahead," Myron said.
"So yes, we're open to new opportunities."
"I'll pass the word," Calliope said,
sending a message on her vidwatch.
"Thanks for the tips," Myron said.
"It's nice of you to help after Ghost
and I spilled static all over you."
"Connections matter," Vagary said.
"Besides, I never met a real magician
or a talking snake before. Sorcery is rare."
"Tell me about it," Myron muttered.
"SPOON found me a mentor, but that's
just one guy. One. I'm used to learning
from dozens of different magicians! I
may not be brilliant, but at least I know
to study what each does the best."
"I do not have my own mentor yet,"
Ghost said, resting his chin on
Myron's shoulder. "Snakes that
talk are even rarer than magicians."
"Yeah, most animal soups are
mammals," Vagary said. "It sucks
to go without a soup mentor."
"Something will come through,
sooner or later," Myron said.
"We can pass the word for that too,"
Calliope said. "So what have you
learned from your mentor so far?
"Real magic is not about gaining
power over others: it is about
gaining power over yourself,"
Myron said with a smile.
Calliope shivered, thinking
about the bond and how hard
it was to gain any control at all.
Maybe they'd been going at it wrong.
"That's good advice for anyone,"
Calliope said as she shook hands
with Myron the Miraculous and
let Ghost lick her fingers.
* * *
Notes:
Myron the Miraculous (Myron Roles) -- He has fair skin with freckles, brown eyes, and short brown hair. He lives in Motor City. Myron is a stage magician who enjoys performing for a crowd. Nimble and adaptable, he is popular and has plenty of contacts in entertainment. He's not quite famous yet, but has hopes of moving up eventually. While good at planning shows, however, Myron frequently fails to think ahead in his personal life.
Origin: In October of 2014, he volunteered for the variety entertainment at a Halloween festival. There was also a man dressed as a genie offering to grant wishes. He wished for real magic -- and got it, but it never works as expected. He found this out when he went to pull a rabbit from his hat, and instead produced a talking leucistic snake.
Uniform: On duty, a classic magician's outfit of a top hat, a black suit and bow tie, and a white shirt. Off duty, he favors smart casual or business casual.
Qualities: Good (+2) Adaptable, Good (+2) Dexterity, Good (+2) Emotional Intelligence, Good (+2) Friends in Show Biz, Good (+2) Stage Magician
Poor (-2) Thinking Ahead
Powers: Average (0) Animal Companion
Poor (-2) Magic
Motivation: To entertain people.
Ghost -- He is a leucistic Texas rat snake, pure white with blue eyes. He is the magical companion animal of Myron the Miraculous.
Origin: Myron tried to pull a rabbit out of a hat, and got a magical talking snake instead.
Uniform: None. He goes nude.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Magician's Assistant, Good (+2) Snake, Good (+2) Wise
Poor (-2) Fussy
Powers: Good (+2) Magical Companion Animal
This metapower includes Human Speech and a connection to Myron's magic.
Motivation: Make Myron look impressive and keep him out of trouble.
* * *
"Real magic is not about gaining power over others: it is about gaining power over yourself."
-- Rosemary Guiley
The MultiArts Center (on West 10th Avenue) is just north of the Stillwater Public Library (on West 12th Avenue, between South Duck Street and South Duncan Street). The inside holds various art galleries to display works, both individual items and whole art shows. See the tribal art show. Snacks and buskers help to attract viewers.
The sales gallery offers items made by mostly local artists. In T-America the commission is only 10% instead of the 35% charged in L-America. This is the Thanksgiving display.
In T-America the Holiday Gift Gallery begins the day after Thanksgiving and includes Christmas, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, and other holidays. Shopping baskets are available for customers.
Classrooms offer space for various creative activities. The MultiArts Center is soup-friendly and often holds classes with a super theme.
This is the original logo and t-shirt design, which is always available. In T-America, the center also holds a new contest each year and adds a new round of t-shirts with art from a local artist which is only available for one year.
Featured holiday gifts that you can make at home include fabric pumpkins, log candle holders, felt ornaments, pinecone firestarters, wooden dreidels, and adinkra stamps. Others are blown glass ornaments, a tea box, incense boxes, and God and Goddess candleholders. Chanukkah gelt has various reasons behind it. Kwanzaa candles may come in votive, pillar, or LED styles. Calliope's Christmas quilt is done in redwork. Read some tips for doing redwork.
A modular wooden stage makes it easy to customize performance space.
Thanksgiving magic tricks include pumpkin patch performances.
Here is a quick guide to scouting knots.
Throwing cards is fun to watch.
Terramagne-America has much better public transportation than local-America does, so long-term passes are plentiful, popular, and high in quality. Depending on how much identification you want to show at the ticket window, you can get a punch-pass (which anyone can use, but if you lose it you're out the investment), a personal pass (which requires photo ID, but only you can use it and it's replaceable if lost), or a mass-transit ID (which is an actual picture ID card issued by major bus/train companies, for folks who don't drive, and can be loaded with any pass you buy). Passes can be local, state, regional, or national in range. The more common timespans are for one, three, six, or twelve months. Then there are the oddball specials. A 48-48 is a bus pass that gives complete access to the company's routes in all 48 contiguous states for 48 days. Similarly, the Plain Summer pass is a 90-day regional one that covers the Great Plains states. Cal and friends first rode south into Texas, then up to Colorado, and so on around the loop until they came back to Oklahoma, spending about a month in each group of three states.
See a map of the Chickasaw Reservation in southern Oklahoma.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-22 03:12 am (UTC)power over others: it is about
gaining power over yourself,"
YES. Well, at least, that's the first step.
Cool snake! Reminds me a little bit about Saffron and Spot what hang out with their human at OVFF.
Thoughts
Date: 2018-01-22 03:17 am (UTC)A necessary prerequisite to subsequent endeavors.
This is why I find a number of modern characters so implausible -- they're presented as "masters" of mystical arts but have no self-control. 0_o
>> Cool snake! Reminds me a little bit about Saffron and Spot what hang out with their human at OVFF. <<
I like snakes too.
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2018-01-22 03:23 am (UTC)I wonder what gave Vader his clue-batting? Maybe it was all that time in PT after getting nearly fried in lava? That would sound... hauntingly familiar...
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2018-01-22 03:39 am (UTC)Exactly. I had the same problem with Iron Fist.
>> Ironically, Vader of all of'em by the time of STIV:ANH had the self-control thing down cold...<<
Agreed. I loved that about him.
>> Yo, Ben, if your grandpappy can do it, so can you. <<
I remain dubious. People do grow up, but that would take a great deal of work.
>> I wonder what gave Vader his clue-batting? Maybe it was all that time in PT after getting nearly fried in lava? That would sound... hauntingly familiar...<<
Who knows.
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Date: 2018-01-22 04:43 am (UTC)The right way to go about it, of course, is to direct the magick, not control it. Figure out what it's trying to do, and just sort of nudge it gently in the direction of what you want. Playing with soap bubbles is good practice for this :-)
Well ...
Date: 2018-01-22 04:45 am (UTC)Re: Well ...
Date: 2018-01-22 05:08 am (UTC)Re: Well ...
Date: 2018-01-22 05:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-22 05:09 am (UTC)*smug smile* We have the *ultimate* cat herders on the Island. Laser pointers. One of the kittens gets where we don't want them? a quick game of chase-the-dot has them corralled in a trice.
Of course, not everything lends itself to so (relatively) simple a tool. ;)
Well ...
Date: 2018-01-22 05:12 am (UTC)The Last Jedi was surprisingly explicit about this.
Re: Well ...
Date: 2018-01-22 12:37 pm (UTC)Re: Well ...
Date: 2018-01-22 02:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-27 10:11 pm (UTC)Either that, or, he will become one of a pair - as soon as events catch up to him (HAH!).
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Date: 2018-01-29 03:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-29 07:15 pm (UTC)I'm not sure RIncewind should be "explained" so much as used. But yes - no more adventures of the unlikeliest of heroes, with some of the best lines, and strangest of circumstances. The sort of fellow whose hourglass of life has become nearly as complex a roller coaster as his life itself has become.
There is no justice, and the universe will not preserve even the finest of joys; both of those tasks fall to us.
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Date: 2018-01-30 05:04 am (UTC)Well ...
Date: 2018-01-30 05:11 am (UTC)If we want to keep ready access to it, however, then it's up to us to make records convenient for most humans to use.
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Date: 2018-01-22 09:51 am (UTC)My sorely-missed cat Loki (see userpic) was singularly unimpressed by the red dot. He quickly figured out that it wasn't a thing, a prey object he could pounce upon and grab and bat around and chew on - just an illusion humans liked to play with. (He was a weird cat; he wouldn't eat any fish or seafood-flavored cat food, nor even human-grade tuna. He was very fond of butter, though.)
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Date: 2018-01-22 04:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-22 12:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-22 02:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-22 04:28 pm (UTC)Hmm ...
Date: 2018-01-22 08:36 pm (UTC)* Ghost is shaped like a small snake.
* He travels either in a carrier or wrapped around Myron.
* He doesn't need to take up a seat.
Arguments for passenger:
* Ghost can talk and is clearly a person.
* Passengers get more privileges.
Given the level of common sense in T-America, I suspect they'd process it like they do children: babes in arms don't cost extra, free-range children do. If Ghost prefers to remain with Myron at all times, he doesn't need his own ticket; if he wants to come and go by himself, then he needs a ticket. He wouldn't need to carry the stub, though; everyone on staff would remember that the talking white snake had paid up!
Well ...
Date: 2018-01-22 08:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-23 04:18 am (UTC)Every single damn time one of ours git the go ahead, I grin like a damn kid. :d
Cain't wait 'till we can sponsor one of dese, even if it ain't our own. :) Be a damn happy day.
-Jay~
Thank you!
Date: 2018-01-23 04:32 am (UTC)Yay! :D
>> Cain't wait 'till we can sponsor one of dese, even if it ain't our own. :) Be a damn happy day. <<
I look forward to that too.