Since I hit the halfway point of the story and got to the minimum word count, I'm doubling that as an estimation for how much longer the story will be.
I know for sure that I'll be taking the rest of tomorrow off (unless I get hit by a lightning bolt of inspiration), and probably attempt to write more on Friday. For right now, I'm keeping the first draft word count, until my beta reader gives the okay on the edited version. It's so helpful to have a fresh pair of eyes. I often forget that.
Anyway, same as last time -- every day that I write, I will try to take a word count, and list it under the cut here in the sticky post. The next check-in day is July 1st!
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Okay, so even though 11_reasons is arguably pretty dead, a couple of these badboys inspired me to write in my OTP, so I'm posting the prompt table here. And if I join any other challenges, it's easier to keep them all in one place, which is why this entry is post-dated.
Consider this my first check-in for the Marvel Big Bang 2016
I have a full outline. My word count stands at 10,522 and I'm about 50% of the way through the timeline of the story, so my revised goal is going to be 20,000 words. I ramble enough to hit it, apparently. XD
Title: Rain of Blessings Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress Rating: PG Spoilers: Dragon Age Origins, pre-Battle of Ostagar Warnings: death and neglect mentions in passing Word Count: 959 Summary: Orphne Tabris and the deserter, or a city elf's discount. Word of the Day: mewl, verb: To cry, as a baby, young child, or the like; whimper. Note: Daggerpen's Queti Tabris is meant to be 19-20 during the events of DAO. Orphne Tabris is two years younger (and Echo Surana is the same age), so they are both 17 years old in 9:30 Dragon.
The first time one of the children gives him that narrow-eyed look, Booster Gold feels a flutter of unease. The girl says, "I thought you were Green Lantern" and the time-displaced super gives Skeets a look of pure panic. A quick glance down at his costume affirms that he's still wearing the Goldstar armor (and he's still annoyed at himself for getting tongue-tied over his alias), so Booster just gives the girl a nervous laugh.
"Green Lantern is still speaking with the fire chief," Skeets reports.
"Why don't you let him know he's got a fan waiting to meet him," Booster suggests, then quickly amends, "as soon as they're done."
The girl smiles brightly, and Booster manages a genuine smile back.
* * *
It's only later, pacing in his apartment, that Booster lets the worry show. He pulls off his visor and runs shaking hands through his hair. "How did she know? I made sure this costume didn't look anything like the Corps uniform... Residual projection? Temporal feedback? It's possible that she could be psychically sensitive and picking up on my memories subconsciously... Hmm."
"Or she could have been genuinely mistaken, sir? Human children make errors," Skeets notes. Booster exhales, blowing his bangs up off his forehead momentarily.
"You're right, Skeets. One incident doesn't indicate much. She might even be colorblind!"
* * *
"Don't even start, Skeets!" Booster yells, heading for the primitive excuse for a personal computer available in this time. He boots it up, waiting impatiently for the machine to display its desktop. "It's statistically improbable for this many children to be latent psychics! Or colorblind, or whatever other theory we've floated. Somehow, they know!"
"That is what's improbable, sir. And it makes you seem paranoid."
"We can't risk anyone figuring out the truth. You know I was forbidden from undertaking this mission to the past." Booster starts typing, often having to backspace and retype. Stupid keyboard. "The Goldstar... Booster Gold persona is supposed to minimize paradox. Paradox alerts them. We can't afford to have ISTA on my trail."
"I understand, sir. But what can we do?" Skeets asks, somehow managing a patient tone his voice simulator wasn't equipped to mimic. (Being the companion to the last of the 25th century's Green Lanterns requires improvisation.)
"I have to disassociate myself from Green Lantern traits," Booster says. "Let's see... Selfless, patient, brave, sacrificing... "
"So you're going to... Act like a brat? And a coward?" Skeets asks.
"Brat should get close enough," Booster replies. He flashes Skeets a nervous grin. "Vicky Vale will love ripping me apart for that."
Title: Party Crashers Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress Rating: G Spoilers: none Prompt: Alan/Sam - “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” (from herestoyoumsholly) Warnings: nothing major, the characters are mocking heterosexism Word Count: 635 Summary: Sam Zhao doesn't want his family to keep pretending he's straight. Word of the Day: litotes (LAHY-tuh-teez), noun: Understatement, especially that in which an affirmative is expressed by the negative of its contrary, as in “not bad at all.”
Alan Scott just barely lifted his head from the pillow when he heard his lover call his name. He'd caught a red-eye flight last night in Gotham City in order to visit Sam Zhao, and spent most of the day sleeping to rid himself of jet lag. Sam had gone about his day in Hong Kong as usual, leaving Alan in the apartment.
Alan rolled over onto his back, still holding the pillow to his chest. "Wuzzat, Sam?"
"Oh." Sam was standing in the doorway of the bedroom now. He frowned slightly. "I didn't realize you were still sleeping. I'm sorry."
Title: Follow Through Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress Rating: PG Spoilers: for companion conversation (player initiated; this is mostly transcribed) Warnings: death mentions Word Count: 1558 Summary: Zevran reveals a bit more of himself to Gylaw. Note: non-binary (AMAB) Warden, singular "they" pronouns
Note: My interpretation of Trian Aeducan and his relationship with his siblings is probably pretty skewed away from canon or what BioWare intended. Pre-game timeline, naturally, but leading into a Dwarf Noble Warden world-state.
Word of the Day: obtest, verb: 1. To supplicate earnestly; beseech. 2. To invoke as witness. 3. To protest. 4. To make supplication; beseech.
Mornings Three Terrible Things to Wake Up to, According to Trian Aeducan (and one that wasn't so bad)