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OOM: A posteriori knowledge
Jul. 3rd, 2013 12:55 am"Get up! Get up, you pretentious twerp!" they chortled, as he hit the ground.
Autor never used to fight his bullies. It was just easier that way, really. He'd collect his allotted amount of bruises and move on. Then he found Milliways. He met Rae. Lohengrin. Punie. People who thought he had some measure of worth.
The writer curls his fists as he stands, ready to strike or run, as necessary.
Autor never used to fight his bullies. It was just easier that way, really. He'd collect his allotted amount of bruises and move on. Then he found Milliways. He met Rae. Lohengrin. Punie. People who thought he had some measure of worth.
The writer curls his fists as he stands, ready to strike or run, as necessary.
Kisses Given and Taken
Jun. 28th, 2013 04:38 pmA list of everyone who has pressed their mouth on me against my will:
Katya licked me on the cheek while in tiger form in the forest
Tamara the Mermaid seduced me by the lake
Raven, a trickster god, took female form and kissed me on the mouth in the corner of the bar
A drunken Katya landed in my lap and smooched me on the cheek in the same booth as Raven's assault. I need to stop sitting in that spot.
Hannibal. Aged-down to seventeen. Bastard!
Kisses that I consented to:
I kissed Mia on the cheek for helping me with sun jars for Rae
Rae. Also at seventeen. Um. Strange week.
Rae kissed me on the cheek because I gave her a bouquet of friendship flowers
Rae kissed me on the forehead while I was drunk; I later kissed her palm
I kissed Bonnie on the cheek, and later Rae, because Bonnie treated me to a song about... condoms. I was drunk but I don't regret the kisses.
Jay kissed me while I was drunk, and it was the first kiss that I've given to someone's mouth
A girl named Rikki kissed me on the hand to free me from the mistletoe
Emcee also kissed me to free me from the mistletoe and I, uh, kissed him back
Jay kissed me while I was stuck under the mistletoe, and then we kissed again after that to experiment. Yes.
I kissed Miss Kuriyama! She was stuck under the mistletoe with me and I kissed her hand and managed to pun her beforehand which was awful but the kiss was great!
Katya kissed me again on the tip of my nose to free me from the mistletoe--after teasing me, of course
Sherral kissed me, too, which was a surprise! It was to free me from mistletoe, naturally
Ava Wilson kissed me on the cheek to free me from the mistletoe because Dr. Lecter told her to. Grr!
Jay kissed me on the cheek and lips and invited me up to his room... Oh. I declined, because I don't love him. Do I?
Emcee kissed me on the cheek and apparently left a kiss mark there without telling me!
I kissed Jay. I was using him. Damn it.
OOC Fun Facts:
1. Poins also tasted his lips, which Autor does not remember as he was high on post-Cubefall opiates.
2. Tamara's, Raven's, Poins', and Katya's second kissing sessions took place from late May to late June--four in roughly a month's time.
Kisses that I consented to:
OOC Fun Facts:
1. Poins also tasted his lips, which Autor does not remember as he was high on post-Cubefall opiates.
2. Tamara's, Raven's, Poins', and Katya's second kissing sessions took place from late May to late June--four in roughly a month's time.
OOM: The Clothes Make the Man
Jun. 2nd, 2013 09:47 pm
After thoroughly embarrassing herself in front of Lohengrin, Autor holds her cloak shut and staggers up the stairs. She grips the banister and tries not to slide back down the steps, gritting her teeth. How those girls do ballet, I have no idea, she thinks, as she grits her teeth against a fresh wave of nausea.
'Moving is difficult' was not a side-effect the boy-turned-girl expected.
Once she manages to stumble to her room, she drops her cloak to the floor. Then she digs into the bundle Bar gave her for the Goldkrone Academy's girl's dress. The boy's uniform she's currently wearing is a little too recognizable--and it's a tiny bit too large, besides.
After setting the dress on the bed, she lifts a lacy contraption between two fingers and holds it out at arm's length. "The hell is this?" she says, marveling at the pitch of her voice.
It only takes her a few seconds, of course, to recognize what it is, and why Bar gave it to her. But that's long enough to shriek and toss it in the corner--which unbalances her just enough to tip over.
This... is quite possibly the worst idea I've ever had.
Autor doesn’t do goodbyes. He prefers to simply fade in and out of people’s peripheral vision, leaving just the barest imprint that he was there at all. At the end of his trip to Lunar, though, he finds he’d be remiss if he’d just left everyone without saying something--a change he finds terribly unsettling.
Plus, he has the impression they’d drag him back by his ears.
So, in an effort to put off the inevitable, he dawdles in the markets on his final shopping trip. He picks up his carpet, of course. A ring, a slew of books, and some giga wasp venom. Then a few potions of floatation and pain reduction. Some giga ant eggs, truffles, and a little bauble he’d put an order in for weeks ago.
And a present or two for the Lunarian residents. The most difficult farewell was to Majesty Lemia, of course. Followed by the children, whom he gifts with little trinkets and croissants. The next set of farewells are to Jessica, Master Mel, Nash--the latter of whom receives a smirk. And Rabastan, of course, with his ever-confusing lady-friend, Elea.
Pockets empty and goodbyes said, Autor hesitates before following Mia through the door to Milliways. But only for a moment.
Plus, he has the impression they’d drag him back by his ears.
So, in an effort to put off the inevitable, he dawdles in the markets on his final shopping trip. He picks up his carpet, of course. A ring, a slew of books, and some giga wasp venom. Then a few potions of floatation and pain reduction. Some giga ant eggs, truffles, and a little bauble he’d put an order in for weeks ago.
And a present or two for the Lunarian residents. The most difficult farewell was to Majesty Lemia, of course. Followed by the children, whom he gifts with little trinkets and croissants. The next set of farewells are to Jessica, Master Mel, Nash--the latter of whom receives a smirk. And Rabastan, of course, with his ever-confusing lady-friend, Elea.
Pockets empty and goodbyes said, Autor hesitates before following Mia through the door to Milliways. But only for a moment.
OOM: A Tale of Two Cities
Apr. 2nd, 2013 05:18 pmPain never used to bother Autor, not really. He didn't dwell much on his or others'--there was no point wasting the time when he had so much work to be done.
But then Lohengrin flinched and Rabastan cried, so now the boy is looking back at other ponds he may or may not have made waves in. To his chagrin, he found a few. Even worse, he found some storms ready to burst.
So he put off his work and scoured the library for a solution. He devoured poetry after poetry book, history after history, and found nothing. As much as it irritates him, he's out of his depth. He knows he needs to turn to a person with experience in these matters.
Someone who knows him, but is disconnected from the situation. Someone who can't possibly guess who else is involved. Someone who happens to be walking right beside him at the end of a long day.
"Majesty Lemia?" he asks hesitantly, and then straightens his posture. "You have a great deal of experience in diplomatic negotiations, do you not?"
But then Lohengrin flinched and Rabastan cried, so now the boy is looking back at other ponds he may or may not have made waves in. To his chagrin, he found a few. Even worse, he found some storms ready to burst.
So he put off his work and scoured the library for a solution. He devoured poetry after poetry book, history after history, and found nothing. As much as it irritates him, he's out of his depth. He knows he needs to turn to a person with experience in these matters.
Someone who knows him, but is disconnected from the situation. Someone who can't possibly guess who else is involved. Someone who happens to be walking right beside him at the end of a long day.
"Majesty Lemia?" he asks hesitantly, and then straightens his posture. "You have a great deal of experience in diplomatic negotiations, do you not?"
OOM: Everything will always be all right
Mar. 26th, 2013 12:38 am"I swear, I've passed this fountain thrice already," Autor mutters, wrinkling his nose at his map of Vane, one of Lunar's capital cities.
Mia had told him to go browse for flying carpets on his day off, so here he is, wandering around downtown and losing hope in finding the store he had set out to find. He sees groomed courtyards, crowded marketplaces, and a particularly gorgeous fresco of Althena, the local goddess, but nothing to do with airborne rugs.
Autor frowns. All of this walking around is exacerbating the pinches in his legs, sore from a new morning run routine. Needless to say, the kid is stumped and irascible--something he's thinking about working out on the stupid fountain which he has now passed for the fourth time.
Mia had told him to go browse for flying carpets on his day off, so here he is, wandering around downtown and losing hope in finding the store he had set out to find. He sees groomed courtyards, crowded marketplaces, and a particularly gorgeous fresco of Althena, the local goddess, but nothing to do with airborne rugs.
Autor frowns. All of this walking around is exacerbating the pinches in his legs, sore from a new morning run routine. Needless to say, the kid is stumped and irascible--something he's thinking about working out on the stupid fountain which he has now passed for the fourth time.
OOM: Her Majesty Lemia Ausa
Mar. 23rd, 2013 03:09 pmAutor steeled himself before opening the door--a thin wooden barrier separating him from the second largest library on the moon. He knew it was certainly not as expansive as the one back at ho--er, Milliways--but this one boasted enough books that it would theoretically take a person a thousand years to read.
It just wouldn't do to drool on Lemia Ausa's carpet, so he held his breath as he opened the door to face her and her national collection of words.
It just wouldn't do to drool on Lemia Ausa's carpet, so he held his breath as he opened the door to face her and her national collection of words.
Housekeeping
Mar. 14th, 2013 03:21 pmAnything found in this journal not marked with "ooc" is a portion of what one could read in Autor's journal, and thus Millicanon.
Milliways' Guides: [ Guide | Job List | Holiday Lists: IC, OOC ]
Sylladex: [ Original | Modus: Couplets ]
Dossiers: [ Template | Master List ]
Recaps: [ Dossiers | Cubefall | OOMs | OOC | Canon | Hannibal | Punie & Karkat | Kuriyama Mirai ]
Milliways' Guides: [ Guide | Job List | Holiday Lists: IC, OOC ]
Sylladex: [ Original | Modus: Couplets ]
Dossiers: [ Template | Master List ]
Recaps: [ Dossiers | Cubefall | OOMs | OOC | Canon | Hannibal | Punie & Karkat | Kuriyama Mirai ]
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OOM: Home sweet home
Mar. 4th, 2013 12:53 amAutor sags in relief as soon as he knows for certain that Milliways is behind him. He makes his excuses to Mr. Cat, and heads out with the intent of getting to the comfort of his library as fast as he can.
Squinting against the overcast sky--he'd spent so many days cooped up in the bar that he can hardly see outside, now--Autor checks his watch and turns his head to the left. Yes, there's Miss Anteaterina, running late as usual. And Miss Bottom, with her donkey head caught on some branches. And there's Arma--Wait, where is Armadillion?
And now Autor notices that other things are different, too. A baby crying at the wrong time. A dog bounding down the path. A cool wind blowing when it shouldn't.
This is not the Goldkrone he left. This is not the Goldkrone he knows.
Terrified, Autor seizes his breastbone. What's--no. No, it isn't really, he thinks, jaw dropping. Is it?
He adjusts his glasses. It is! It has to be! Taking in the new sights, smells, sounds of the people he already knows, Autor finds himself so exuberant and frightened and overwhelmed that he's just about ready to cry.
"The first new day," he murmurs, breathless. So many years of writing the same essays, of playing the same notes, of watching the same people press their lips together, and it all leads to this moment.
The gears shift and grind. The show must go on.
To hell with fear. He has work to do.
Squinting against the overcast sky--he'd spent so many days cooped up in the bar that he can hardly see outside, now--Autor checks his watch and turns his head to the left. Yes, there's Miss Anteaterina, running late as usual. And Miss Bottom, with her donkey head caught on some branches. And there's Arma--Wait, where is Armadillion?
And now Autor notices that other things are different, too. A baby crying at the wrong time. A dog bounding down the path. A cool wind blowing when it shouldn't.
This is not the Goldkrone he left. This is not the Goldkrone he knows.
Terrified, Autor seizes his breastbone. What's--no. No, it isn't really, he thinks, jaw dropping. Is it?
He adjusts his glasses. It is! It has to be! Taking in the new sights, smells, sounds of the people he already knows, Autor finds himself so exuberant and frightened and overwhelmed that he's just about ready to cry.
"The first new day," he murmurs, breathless. So many years of writing the same essays, of playing the same notes, of watching the same people press their lips together, and it all leads to this moment.
The gears shift and grind. The show must go on.
To hell with fear. He has work to do.
True Calling
Nov. 29th, 2012 08:28 pmUntil the end of music class, Autor was having a decent day--by his standards. He was just about done packing up and was ready to hit the library when Herr Brandt, his teacher, called him to the front.
"I wanted to let you know that this essay you've written about Herr Arnold von Bruck is fantastic," Brandt said, waving the thin piece of parchment around. "You are an excellent music student, but have you considered that it might not be your true calling?"
Autor's gaze followed his own small, crisp penmanship as it fluttered through the air. Having spent many years getting his hands slapped with a ruler in order to learn proper lettering, he'd grown quite proud of the result.
"In fact," his teacher said, and Autor prepared himself to be casually devastated once again, "it would almost be a crime to neglect your talent with the quill."
"Yes," Autor said, smiling through gritted teeth as he remembered Fakir clutching the Tree of Wisdom's rock. "It would, wouldn't it?"
With a curt thank you, he snatched up his essay--careful not to crinkle the edges until he could get home and tear it to pieces--and escaped yet another person whose expectations he could not meet.
"I wanted to let you know that this essay you've written about Herr Arnold von Bruck is fantastic," Brandt said, waving the thin piece of parchment around. "You are an excellent music student, but have you considered that it might not be your true calling?"
Autor's gaze followed his own small, crisp penmanship as it fluttered through the air. Having spent many years getting his hands slapped with a ruler in order to learn proper lettering, he'd grown quite proud of the result.
"In fact," his teacher said, and Autor prepared himself to be casually devastated once again, "it would almost be a crime to neglect your talent with the quill."
"Yes," Autor said, smiling through gritted teeth as he remembered Fakir clutching the Tree of Wisdom's rock. "It would, wouldn't it?"
With a curt thank you, he snatched up his essay--careful not to crinkle the edges until he could get home and tear it to pieces--and escaped yet another person whose expectations he could not meet.
