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clevermanka) wrote2021-01-30 09:15 am
clevermanka) wrote2021-01-30 09:15 am
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Saturday
This morning I had a dream! It's been a while since I had one that I remembered. I've always loved my dreams, even when they're weird or scary (especially when they're weird or scary, tbh). eta: This dream was not scary, or even very weird, so feel safe reading.
I had recently been hired at some sort of small office. It was laid out like Color Art, the business interiors design firm in Kansas City where I worked until I was laid off (prompted by budget cuts due to poorly-handled funds—sound familiar? Ha! Ha ha! Two jobs in a row, friends.). I’d been working there for about a week, but still didn’t know anyone and was feeling lonely and incompetent.
Someone asked me if I’d like to go out with a group after work one day and I accepted. They said they would meet me at their car, but I was late getting out of the building and then I was walking over the top of the hill of the KU campus, past the building where I used to work. There’s a huge lawn there, and it was filled with Renaissance Festival performers. Lots of the old court from when I used to work at KCRF. I was going to hug one of them (a very sweet young man who played a duke and often got into trouble with management for hanging out with the whores—something court players weren’t supposed to do) when I realized I wasn’t wearing a mask.
So I hurried off with my hand over my face, increasingly uncomfortable, but I couldn’t find my co-workers. Eventually they called me over, but there wasn’t any room in the car for me. They all squeezed together and encouraged me into the back seat, but there was no way I was fitting in there with the two large bags I was carrying (for some reason, I don’t even know what was in them).
The driver popped the trunk, but it was full, too, and I couldn’t get it to close. I kept trying and it wouldn’t latch no matter what configuration I tried to make more space. And then I woke up.
Don’t see any metaphors, there, nope! It was a kinda-depressing dream, but like I said, it’s been so long since had/remembered a dream I don’t hate it.
Continuing with the questions,nnozomi asked for a snippet of a fic I don’t plan to actually write. I’m gonna cheat a bit and use my abandoned RPF that was turning into a novella. I didn’t feel comfortable continuing because of cultural stuff and also I didn't have a good handle on Bai Yu and Zhu Yilong's characters. When my favorite character was the guest star Dr. Jiang from HIStory 3: Trapped, I definitely needed to lay the project down. So from the sadly-retired Table One (inspired by this tweet):
“Good to see you both!” Jiang Jin Tang looked back and forth between them, grinned and clapped his hands. “Well, I’ll assume since you’re sleeping together, you’ve already met. Wow!” He squatted down to look at the painting. “Yu-ge, this is nice! Is this for me?” He shook his head. “I really don’t deserve this.”
“No, you don’t,” Bai Yu said. “And don’t call me that.”
“Oh, now, don’t get testy.” Jiang Jin Tang stood and patted Bai Yu’s chest. Frowning, he poked at it. “Are you irritable because you’re starving to death? Is the gallery doing that poorly?” He poked Bai Yu again, harder. “You’re practically bones.”
“Dude!” Bai Yu slapped his hand away. “You make it sound like I’m poor and starving.”
Jiang Jin Tang cocked an eyebrow. “You expect me to think you’ve changed?”
I had recently been hired at some sort of small office. It was laid out like Color Art, the business interiors design firm in Kansas City where I worked until I was laid off (prompted by budget cuts due to poorly-handled funds—sound familiar? Ha! Ha ha! Two jobs in a row, friends.). I’d been working there for about a week, but still didn’t know anyone and was feeling lonely and incompetent.
Someone asked me if I’d like to go out with a group after work one day and I accepted. They said they would meet me at their car, but I was late getting out of the building and then I was walking over the top of the hill of the KU campus, past the building where I used to work. There’s a huge lawn there, and it was filled with Renaissance Festival performers. Lots of the old court from when I used to work at KCRF. I was going to hug one of them (a very sweet young man who played a duke and often got into trouble with management for hanging out with the whores—something court players weren’t supposed to do) when I realized I wasn’t wearing a mask.
So I hurried off with my hand over my face, increasingly uncomfortable, but I couldn’t find my co-workers. Eventually they called me over, but there wasn’t any room in the car for me. They all squeezed together and encouraged me into the back seat, but there was no way I was fitting in there with the two large bags I was carrying (for some reason, I don’t even know what was in them).
The driver popped the trunk, but it was full, too, and I couldn’t get it to close. I kept trying and it wouldn’t latch no matter what configuration I tried to make more space. And then I woke up.
Don’t see any metaphors, there, nope! It was a kinda-depressing dream, but like I said, it’s been so long since had/remembered a dream I don’t hate it.
Continuing with the questions,
nnozomi asked for a snippet of a fic I don’t plan to actually write. I’m gonna cheat a bit and use my abandoned RPF that was turning into a novella. I didn’t feel comfortable continuing because of cultural stuff and also I didn't have a good handle on Bai Yu and Zhu Yilong's characters. When my favorite character was the guest star Dr. Jiang from HIStory 3: Trapped, I definitely needed to lay the project down. So from the sadly-retired Table One (inspired by this tweet):“Good to see you both!” Jiang Jin Tang looked back and forth between them, grinned and clapped his hands. “Well, I’ll assume since you’re sleeping together, you’ve already met. Wow!” He squatted down to look at the painting. “Yu-ge, this is nice! Is this for me?” He shook his head. “I really don’t deserve this.”
“No, you don’t,” Bai Yu said. “And don’t call me that.”
“Oh, now, don’t get testy.” Jiang Jin Tang stood and patted Bai Yu’s chest. Frowning, he poked at it. “Are you irritable because you’re starving to death? Is the gallery doing that poorly?” He poked Bai Yu again, harder. “You’re practically bones.”
“Dude!” Bai Yu slapped his hand away. “You make it sound like I’m poor and starving.”
Jiang Jin Tang cocked an eyebrow. “You expect me to think you’ve changed?”
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I like the snippet; crossovers are so fun in the way you get to bring out new reactions and connections among characters.
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Glad you liked the snippet! Maybe someday I'll return to this. I've got nearly 15k words on it and perhaps I can shift it to an AU? idk. Dr. Jiang is so much fun!
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When my favorite character was the guest star Dr. Jiang from HIStory 3: Trapped, I definitely needed to lay the project down.
Ah, I've still been kinda sad that you abandoned the project, but this sounds like it wasn't meant to be. <3
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And yeah, poor Table One! I'm sad I abandoned it, too. It might be massage-able into an AU at some point, though? Maybe someday?
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I can't plot for the life of me. I am struggling so hard on my current thing, and it's not even like there's *a lot* of plot required.
But I guess we can always keep doing the parts we like, and other people in fandom will be happy we did. Win-win. :D