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Yeah, so I spent the better part of the morning when I should have been working on things or cleaning, looking over really really old stories and going OH GOD I REMEMBER THIS with lireavue. Flashback Friday, anyone? So yes, I'm going to be digging down deep for the October OCs, at least for a while. And half of these are all "oh shit. I should really do something with this" so the next month will be me struggling to go NO I AM WRITING THIS ONE. ALL OTHER ONES CAN FUCK OFF.

Also at this point this has actually distracted me from both breakfast and Japanese. I've fallen down the rabbit hole, folks. It's going to be an uphill battle to get anything done from here on out.

I'd better, though. Because when I get home, it's going to be nonstop cleaning to get things ready and presentable for people to come over. And at this point, yeah, I'm doing Japanese, Arabic, and Hindi when I get home after I pick up the living room. Living room tonight, maybe bathroom tonight maybe not, if not bathroom tomorrow morning, and the craft room tonight/tomorrow ish although it is at least still reasonably picked up. Just the last two or three projects are kind of scattered over things. I am so distracted this morning I cannot even tell you.

I did manage to pet a Cassius though. Adorable cat. And to take the peeling polish off my nails, which I guess don't get painted again until after the roda so I don't pick at them during. Because my work is sometimes very hard on my nails, and then they chip and flake, and then I pick and peel. Lets not do that during the roda. Let's also not get sick over the roda because I was coughing and sniffling some last night, I could feel phlegm coming up from somewhere around my lungs, let's not do that. Seems to have gone away today though, with luck it was just a migrating sniffle.

I have so much shit coming over the next few days. I did not quite realize this, but the necklace I ordered for fear it would sell out, for my Christmas present (etsy necklace that I think was only one of a kind), that's coming. My pens from JetPens and the 12 pack from Amazon are both on their way (I did not know you could get scratch and dent box discounts on Amazon but I am very glad), so I'll have pens that don't give me fits to write with. My Stitch Fix box is on its way with another excellent cardigan, and my sports bra that I exchanged is presumably on its way soon, the return was received and processed. I swear I did not plan this. Well, the necklace and pens I did, the rest just sort of all coincided. Go figure. You'd think it would be in three weeks from now or so, because I'm going to get some overtime on this next paycheck, and yet no.

Okay, so. Work. White Lightning, Sandborn, County Witches which I think I finally figured out what's going on, if not necessarily how the protagonists are going to figure out what's going on. Fuckit, though, if I get enough free time I might even finish it tomorrow or Sunday. Then, the web page annotating. Further outlining apart from maybe tossing in the most obvious things I remember/can think of into Long Road will have to wait till Sunday. Everything is happening at once and it feels like the next couple of days are going to be prep-rush and then event rush and since I'm working most of the day Saturday and then going to a roda I don't get a fucking weekend and aaargh. The next couple weekends better be goddamn relaxing. That's all I've got to say about that.

ETA: OH okay then there are cat allergies at play, so I don't have to worry too much about cleaning. I'm still going to just in case, but between the rain and everything else I think we might be safe this time around. Still feel all running the red queen's race.

OC October: Day 2 - Chloe Kyne

Day 2: Chloe
It turns out I'm actually lifting this with only minor edits from something I wrote... when was this document created. Oh, goodie, March of 2006, god this is old.

Chloe Kyne is fifteen when she starts to lose control of her powers. Her father has been away for seven years by this point, and it is not all that she hoped it would be. She was eight when they had their last fight, when she yelled at him that it would have been better if he’d never come back, and she had thought it would make their lives better. It didn’t.

The smaller parts of her powers, the calling rain and the ability to feel the wind and electricity, those parts she enjoys. The larger parts of her powers, the fact that they’re tied into her emotions and that it can give her migraines and spiral out of control if she isn’t careful, those parts scare her and make her cranky and moody. It gets worse when puberty hits and she has only somewhat of an idea what’s happening to her. Spike and Chloe have manifested different powers, different aspects, and she feels cut off from her only companion in that way, as well.

Like her mother, Chloe is a loner. She’s perfectly content to sit around by herself and make things out of the earth, garden, build something with tools, or read a book. She’s comfortable inside her own head and has few friends, all of them connected to the family in some way or another. She also is impatient with the people in the town, figuring that it’s pointless to try and change their mind about her and that if they aren’t willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, she shouldn’t have to tolerate or extend her hand to them. She is civil in school and civil to the townspeople, but that’s the extent of it. They consider her to have airs and graces, and don’t like her for that as much as for her strange powers, but she doesn’t know or see this.

Chloe is scared more of the time than she’s willing to admit. Scared of her powers, scared of her solitude, scared of her future. She doesn’t want to be stuck on the farm the rest of her life, but at the same time she’s too afraid to go out and seek other options. She definitely doesn't want to turn into a pet rainmaker for the town, though it's always been one of the more fertile areas of the Blasted Lands. Though Spike has a plan for the future, she doesn’t, and she both resents and admires him for that. Admires because he is capable, strong, resents because she doesn’t want to be hanging onto him the rest of his life and yet she also doesn’t want to lose him. Her mother is a fixture in her life, always been there, always will be. Her father is a source of much confusion; she is puzzled by his love for her, and hates him for making her into someone who can never be normal.

Through talking to the gods few magicians and sorcerers who come through town she realizes that she is more at home among them than she is in the town. She enjoys not only feeling important, but also dealing with large-scale matters, fixing things and keeping a kind of order on a general level. Being with the gods self-styled immortals, or as good as as far as she knows also gives her a sense of peace she has never found at the farmhouse, although if asked she couldn’t pin down exactly why. Some of them scare her, but the ones she met are nice and she considers them friends, or rather will after Violet is revealed to be a conspirator and not her friend after all. With them, she finds acceptance of herself and the manifestation of the storms in her blood, she finds a way to make peace with who and what she is.