EDIT: because I am a massive turd burgler who bedtime tumbles on an iPod, I won’t actually be able to send anything until tomorrow morning at the earliest, so be prepared to experience >12 hours of AGONIZING SUSPENSE while you wait for my response.
So I heard on NPR that lobsters are believed to be functionally immortal, and I have now made it my life goal to acquire a pet lobster and force my descendants, for untold generations, to care for my pet lobster.
Our family legacy will be caring for this fucking lobster. Like, in 2130, Epsilon-432 Kilo will be invited to a party in the holodeck and will have to be like “nah man, I got to take care of my great-great-great-great grandma’s lobster.”
Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
*Crying with laughter*
ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.
Back on the meme there was a discussion post where someone asked about WIPs and asked what people were working on. This person started first by sharing they were writing a Legion Courier story. I thought this was very interesting. They seemed to be expressing some difficulty with trying to wrap…
That was me! I am that person!
Thanks for your response. The direction I’m taking is that the Courier (her name is Helen, so that’s what I’ll call her) is extremely pessimistic and fatalistic. Helen genuinely believes that the Legion, having learned from the first battle at Hoover Dam and fortified its position in the Mojave, is going to win. She’s traveled throughout the Mojave, she’s seen the NCR’s bases and outposts, and she doesn’t think there’s any way they can defeat the Legion.
Her mindset, to paraphrase The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, is that the Legion is like a wave: stand against and you’ll be knocked over, dive in and you can swim through.
She’s allied with the Legion, not out of loyalty or belief in its values, but out of (in her mind) necessity. She believes that the best way to get through a bad situation is to place yourself under the protection of someone powerful, and she thinks she’s got a good enough grasp on the situation to play the game. If she can make herself invaluable to Caesar, she’ll live long enough to secure power in her own right.
I don’t want to say too much else about her plans and motivation (because that would spoil the story!) but I’m having fun writing her. She’s very different than most characters I write: she’s wary, jaded, ambitious, and she’s determined to play the game or die trying.
One thing that really helped me develop her character was not giving her any PoV scenes. I’ve learned a lot more about her observing her through other characters than I did by being her, so to speak.
Swift reminder that placentalmammal is the most annoying ever
A ringing endorsement from my BFF.