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Ah, a strange place for nostalgia.
Sep. 13th, 2013 08:56 amSo I should be working on stuff that's actually going to get posted on FF.net. I have gotten some more pages written on the next Rockford chapter. But all this week, what keeps calling to me the most is a strange little hurt/comfort piece that was supposed to only be a private hurt/comfort piece and has since taken on a life of its own.
I used one of my favorite angst-ridden scenarios, where someone is possessed and then proceeds to attack their friend. It was supposed to involve only that and the aftermath. Then I was half-asleep and got the giggles imagining the joke of somebody else wandering in during the comfort part and erroneously thinking the two are lovers. That used to happen off and on with various buddy characters in my fics and RPs.
Then their next-door neighbor is a kook who married a vacuum cleaner and keeps them up all hours of the night when she goes dancing with it on her balcony. The piece was supposed to end with the beaten friend calling the police on her for disturbing the peace. Instead, I keep wanting to try adding yet another scene, the next day, when she calls the police on them insisting there's domestic abuse going on and she heard someone being hurt last night. Then I envisioned it turning into an all-out war, since she is always trying to evict them due to their being jewel thieves, and they want to evict her because she is pushing them too far.
This has gone waaay beyond the simple hurt/comfort blurb it was supposed to be. And in some way it reminds me of some of the complex RP arcs Aubrie and I would do with various households of buddy characters and their oddball problems ranging from the angsty to the ridiculous to the mundane.
I used one of my favorite angst-ridden scenarios, where someone is possessed and then proceeds to attack their friend. It was supposed to involve only that and the aftermath. Then I was half-asleep and got the giggles imagining the joke of somebody else wandering in during the comfort part and erroneously thinking the two are lovers. That used to happen off and on with various buddy characters in my fics and RPs.
Then their next-door neighbor is a kook who married a vacuum cleaner and keeps them up all hours of the night when she goes dancing with it on her balcony. The piece was supposed to end with the beaten friend calling the police on her for disturbing the peace. Instead, I keep wanting to try adding yet another scene, the next day, when she calls the police on them insisting there's domestic abuse going on and she heard someone being hurt last night. Then I envisioned it turning into an all-out war, since she is always trying to evict them due to their being jewel thieves, and they want to evict her because she is pushing them too far.
This has gone waaay beyond the simple hurt/comfort blurb it was supposed to be. And in some way it reminds me of some of the complex RP arcs Aubrie and I would do with various households of buddy characters and their oddball problems ranging from the angsty to the ridiculous to the mundane.
