Oct. 22nd, 2015

kittydesade: An open book with the top edge smouldering on fire (break my staff burn my book)
Day 19: Solace
Okay, so after several entries describing the other characters in Turing Shrugged we come to one of the main protags, the heroine, I suppose. I'm not sure why I say I suppose, she does a lot of arguing, deducing, and fighting for the causes and incidents in the story, but anyway. She's the heroine. I've forgotten her non-code name, if she has one. I don't think I ever gave anyone but Ananda and Bodhi real grown-up names.

Solace had briefly been a programmer, an analyst, she wore a lot of hats before she came to work on the AI and AE (artificial environment) project. Partly her lack of specialization showed a restlessness employers were wary of, but partly it also showed a multiplicity of skills the board and her supervisor needed for the project, so she was recruited and hired. She demonstrated an instinct for dealing with the artificial environment and talking to the AI that was more acute than they had expected, certainly more acute than her boss or the two other teammates who became monitors because that was where they excelled. She was the first one, possibly would have been the only one for months if circumstances hadn't intervened, who talked to the AI. She was the one who gave him a name, and she was the one he trusted out of process of elimination, everyone else was either too guarded or too eager.

And Solace tends to be somewhat guarded herself, aloof from a lot of people, but also open in the sense that she doesn't conceal her opinions or her feelings very often. She's guarded about what she says, tries not to promise things she can't keep, but she's honest and willing to talk about a lot of things to the AI. And she advocates for it, which was not common for the rest of the team in the beginning except for Saudade.

She's also somewhat lonely, well, a combination of alone and lonely, which leads to some compromised judgment in some places. But for all that, she does manage to keep a level head and deal with the problems and threats that come up in the course of the story without falling too much.

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Day 20: Victor and Kitten
So, Victor! I guess I already talked some about Victor, didn't I. His childhood was by and large unremarkable, not poor per se but not rich as he grew to become, either. He was just smarter enough than the other boys and charismatic enough to become their leader. First of a gang of boys, then as they got older he drew other young men into his orbit, then he stormed into the mayor's office and pretty much declared he'd be taking over the town. There wasn't much anyone, including the sheriff, could do to stop him because by this point he'd already recruited two necromancers and a minor hedge wizard to his side.

This was the start of a good fifty-sixty years of rule on his own. He closed down the mayor's house, though he kept it running for a while, and bought a farm a little distance away on the edge of town so he could have land and cattle and visible prosperity. He also bought a building, a tavern from which he could conduct his business which was mostly the buying and selling of fancy food and drink-stuffs, the finer things while he left the day to day grub and resources to other people. He gathered around a crowd of gunslingers and magicians which, at his fullest strength, was somewhere around thirty or so. And then there were others in town who took this as a sign that, if they allied themselves with him, they could also get to bully other people, so they joined up and enforced along the sidelines.

After about fifty-sixty years of this Kitten dragged herself into town. She'd been running for a long time, and Kitten wasn't her real name but when she refused to give it, he gave her a nickname that stuck faster than anything she could have said. (I think her real name was Andromeda, if I remember right. That's at the end of Sandborn, I could always go and look I suppose.) She did manage to shoot enough of his men to ensure that they respected her at least, and yet was blocked from leaving the town. She took rooms in a boarding house elsewhere and stayed, restless but very, very tired from running. It was as good a place as any.

And she sensed a kindred spirit of a kind in Victor, as he did in her. By this point everyone had gotten used to him not aging like a normal human, it contributed to his authority over the town and reinforced his power, so he didn't mind it. Kitten stayed around a good twenty years before he realized she was like him and yet was also far more educated, far more quick minded in some ways (also even more suspicious and in some ways more impulsive than him, because while he was sometimes impulsive it was never to the detriment of either his rule or the town's existence). After around ten years he began trying to talk to her, at the fifteen year mark he began courting her. By this time the water had become barely noticeably scarcer, but not enough to frighten anyone. Around twenty two years they married, and had a few years of bliss before Kitten had a child, Dorothy. She lived another five years before she took sick, quickly sick, and died. Victor lived a little over ten years after that, before Kitten's threat came to town and destroyed what was left of it, including all the people. It couldn't destroy Victor directly, though. It had to cut his throat first.
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I may have accidentally a screed on tumblr about just because it's feminine (clothing, physical practices, whatever) doesn't mean it's not combat worthy and this whole response to a query is sexist. Oops. Basically what happened is someone wrote in for writing advice on feminine ass-kicking and the guy (it seems a reasonable assumption that it was a guy) was all NO DRESSES. JEANS OR KHAKIS AND A LEATHER JACKET AND A SHIRT ONLY. FATIGUES BETTER. COMBAT BOOTS. NO JEWELRY. MAKEUP WILL GET IN YOUR EYES. There was considerable eyerolling at that one, as someone who has been on stage and endured the pancakes of sweat-resistant makeup that has to be visible from 40-80 ft away, not to mention getting it off afterwards. BALLET IS FEMININE AND WILL NOT PREPARE YOU FOR COMBAT IN THE LEAST. I may have gone off on that one, since ballet has prepared me in stamina, in physical awareness and following movements, and in a lot of other ways I didn't anticipate, for capoeira. I mean, it's not going to teach you to kick someone's knee out or throw a punch, but it damn well doesn't hurt and can indeed help, and even provide a cover for "operative" training, if your background requires it. I just. Fucksake. You fucking sexist moron. You know nothing of the feminine OR of what works in combat, for that matter. I wasn't the only one going off on a screed either, thankfully, just took the aspects that hadn't already been covered.

So I went to capoeira royally pissed off and defensive of my ballet-ness. And ended up spending a good chunk of warm-ups thinking, well, ballet taught me spotting, that's useful. Taught me learning choreography, that's hella useful. Taught me balance, taught me footwork. Seriously, I was making a list in my head. It was kinda cute.

(If anyone's wondering, modern/jazz I would consider the most useful, followed by ballet, followed by of all things belly-dancing, mostly for the sheer amount of core strength but in capoeira and more 'round movement' martial arts particularly it also helps for the muscles that let you move and bend in circles.)

(Ballet won't help with combat my ass. Person used the example of Jean Claude Van Damme learning ballet and claimed it only made his movements graceful, yeah, have you SEEN some of the dances ballet dancers do? Have you tried to do that for as long as they do? Ballet will make you REALLY FUCKING STRONG. A sixteen year old aspiring professional ballerina, who's doing all the camps and prep for that, is probably comparable to a high school footballer. Only without the head injuries.)

It's a button. They pushed it.

Debating starting up not so much meal planning but lunch planning again. I attempted it when I was starting to inject more protein into my diet, that didn't work too long, but if I start pre-making meals for lunch over the course of the week on Sunday I wonder if that would even work. Argh. I just have to get into the habit. They don't even have to be very involved lunches! Just, food. High protein tasty food so I'm not scrounging and eating yogurt cups all week. Not that that's not tasty.

Did finally start getting caught up on OC October yesterday. I did exercises this morning! Go me! And after OC October, or this evening, maybe finishing up County Witches like I meant to do oh, three weeks ago? and starting up a whole shitpile of edits. Ugh. Why have I been so fucking tired the past few weeks? (Why the hell am I so energized now.) I do not know. But there's work to be done, so I guess I'd better get to doing it. Both work of my choosing and day jobligations.
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I actually almost fell asleep at my desk this afternoon so, no, no writing for me between day job work and falling asleep. But there is better news, though: our financial situation is stabilized! Boy is coming back to job as soon as all meetings are closed, what it sounds like happened (not that we'll find out till the rumor mill finishes churning) is it sounds like the director of the entire center stepped on the shift director's neck and said, basically "Quit being a tool." But the upshot, YAY FINANCIAL STABILITY ACHIEVED. He's still going to jump as soon as an opportunity presents itself, which it may well have or may do in the next month. But still YAY AUGH.

Oof. Financial insecurity is the fucking worst. Or among the fucking worst. Whatever the cause, the fucking worst.

I'm giving up though, now that we have some degree of financial security, and getting Little Bit to a vet. I'm pretty sure we're going to end up keeping her because at the moment I can't decide whether it's better to keep or adopt her out and I'm pretty sure the boy wants to keep her and blame me for it. (Inasmuch as we blame each other, it's more like "Before sunrise he's YOUR son." type blame.) And in either case she'd have to be vaxed and checked anyway, so we might as well. The hard part is going to be when they look at our patient records and see we haven't taken the other cats for their immunizations in a few years. Basically because they've been indoor cats the whole time and their likely exposure to other things is nil. Still. There may be fundraising? There may also be this thing called care credit, which is apparently no interest for 6 months, which makes everything infinitely more doable.

Aaaguh financial semi-security. I am so fucking relieved. I am so relieved I am of course immediately looking at the list of shit I've been saving up to buy and figuring out what I want first. And probably buying none of it until I get paid next so as to not become totally irresponsible, but if something comes up, at least I can pick up something. So damn relieved.
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Day 21: Sophie again, Val, and Nicky
This story, oh god. This whole story is a study in hell that people make for themselves and each other. Let's see if I can remember bits and pieces. Some of which I will undoubtedly discard because I first drafted this almost ten years ago? Over ten years ago? And I've gotten some better since then.

All right, we'll start with Sophie I guess, since that's the first one on the list. Sophie has a pretty unremarkable contented life, enough so that the details blur and come to think of it, she was kind of a bland character outside of her relationship with Val. One of the first things I'm going to have to change when I rewrite this. (That's definitely a when, not an if.) One thing I do remember is that she was very young when she met Val, and she was defensive of him and protective. She brought him over so he could partake of her loving family, she had a younger sister who also adored her, and Val for that matter. She ended up in a job that she enjoyed, not doing too badly for herself when the whole thing went down.

Val grew up in a not so much abusive as neglectful household, and also too poor to get proper attention for his schizophrenia (with borderline personality disorder? I got as far as schizophrenia at least) which manifested when he was a teenager. With Sophie's support he was able to control it as long as he was in school and near their family, getting medications at a clinic and getting emotional support from her and her family, though there wasn't much in the way of talk therapy, which would have involved him trusting a stranger with everything that bothered him. After school though he had maybe one, one and a half years of higher education and then he left. Disappeared, scrounged for food and a living. The hallucinations came back while he was off his medication, nightmare visions of decay and rot and everything else. This part I'm fuzzy on but somehow he managed to turn back into a respectable person who was probably a businessman and ran for public office. This is where things started to go sideways. He didn't just run, he engineered sympathetic events, including the death of Sophie's sister when the polls weren't going his way. And the longer the stress of the campaign wore on him, the more his mental state degraded.

Nicky! Oh Nicky. Nicky was the third of their little group, coming about six months to a year after Sophie and Val met each other. Nicky was kind, he was gentle, he was equal parts naive and perceptive depending on the day and the alignment of the planets, and who the hell knows what else. Nicky knew better than Sophie what Val was capable of, or at least was more able to face it. And eventually Nicky was the one that called him out on it, which directly led to, well, bad shit happening because not only could Val not stand getting told no you can't have what you think you need, but also Val blamed Nicky for him not ending up with Sophie. Their friendly little trio died a slow, publically invisible but privately excruciating death.

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Day 22: Beauty Kincaid
Oh, Beauty! Beauty Kincaid, okay, sure, we'll do her now. I love Beauty Kincaid. I wrote the story of her and her five brothers making a sort of mercenary wandering life for themselves and then getting mowed down by zombies. At least, most of them did. All of her brothers died that day, or day and night roughly, I think it was. Beauty was injured, but moved on.

She developed a gunslinger reputation for herself, but more than that she developed an uncanny ability to sense necromancers. Not that she could ever do necromancy herself, but she knew when things weren't right, and she knew when the undead was crawling behind her. More than that, they could sense her too, in a strange way. She never found out why, but she did get caught one time in a town and almost killed, managing to escape with her life and a man named Jacob Fell in tow.

Beauty was named because she was the youngest child and finally the girl in a handful of boys, she isn't in any particular way striking. Her model was Sharon Stone in The Quick and the Dead, though mostly that's in the blond hair and the shape of the face and the permanent unsmilingness. After Beauty's entire family was killed in two batches she doesn't have much reason to smile. She's terse, not very polite, but not cussing everyone out either and not aggressive. She's quiet and polite to people she has no reason to be aggressive with, for the most part. Sometimes she's just wandering from place to place, looking for the next meal or the next bed. Sometimes she's following traces of necromancers, trying to find one who can explain to her what happened. Was she always this way? Was she the one who doomed her family, both times? Or was this something that had happened to her, that changed her, because of how her family had died? Or something else altogether? But her desire to have those answers changes, depending on her mood and how things have been going, considering how impressively bad those answers could be. When she's not dealing with that she's moving from place to place, making brief and distant friends. What exactly is going to happen with Jacob Fell I'm not sure, I haven't gotten that far, but I know she's not interested in a relationship with him. I'm not sure she's interested in relationships at all, she doesn't feel like she is.

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