Week 123 (May 22nd to May 29th). Poems. Topic: Car Music

[Edward]

Me: I don't have weird non-PG-13 fantasies with my characters.
Terry: You modeled Meghan McCarthy off the appearance you're most attracted to: red hair, green eyes, freckles ... short.
Me: And still no fantasies.
Caroline: There's something wrong with you.
Terry: So, this Caroline person is extremely blunt, I see.
Caroline: Don't talk about me like I'm not here.
Terry: How would you rather I worded it? The question was direct at Edward. "So, Edward, this Caroline, who I acknowledge is standing right next to me, seems to be extremely blunt." Is that better?
Caroline: You're lucky I don't deck you.
Terry: Why don't you? My job description is basically to crack jokes and get beat up.
Me: She's a cop. She won't do it with witnesses around.
Terry: Oh, cool. Nice to meet you Officer ...
Caroline: ... Gelato. And it's detective.
Terrry [supresses laughter]

[Cheyenne]

Goodnight everyone who's going to sleep. I have a headache and should probably go to sleep. But I won't.

[Edward]

Strange dreams to all, indeed.

[Stephanie]

Pricilla: What's an officer?
Me: What? You don't know what a- oh right... you live in a seperate world. Think of the kings palace guards but they protect the public and live all over the kingdom.
Pricilla: Right....
Me: I know, that wasn't the best description. But it's all I can think of for now.
Derik: That was awful. Hey, Pricilla, it looks like you and Caroline would get along. Cold, stand-offish. Yup.
Pricilla: Jerk.

[Edward]

Terry: Officers are shining knights, keeping peace in the streets.
Caroline: No, we're not.
Terry: Really? How different are you, really from feudal-time knights.
Me: Well, technically -
Terry: All due respect, creator, but I'd like her to answer.
Me: That's fair.
Caroline: I carry a gun.
Terry: ... Really? That's your answer? Marines carry guns too; try telling them they ain't warriors.
Caroline: Redneck.
Terry: Redneck? We were talkin' 'bout leathernecks.
Caroline: Would you be so smug if there weren't witnesses?
Me: Yes. Yes, he would.

[Cheyenne]

Albert: So this is what happens to old poem threads. They turn into popcorn threads.
Me: It would seem so.
Albert: Oh well. Entertainment for me. Say, why don't you go sit by the pool and throw things in? I'll dive in to get them.
Me: Seriously? You're not helping. At all. First you name yourself Albert. Then you say that. What's wrong with you?
Albert: That was my attempt at being comforting.
Me: I think you do better when you're not trying.
Albert: *raises eyebrow* Well I'll just go take a nap in my trailer.
Me: You did NOT buy a trailer!
Albert:...... *backs toward the door*
Me: Tell me you didn't.
Albert: I didn't buy a trailer.. *slams door*
Me: *runs to the door and finds it barred from the outside* I can't believe he bought a trailer.

[Stephanie]

Pricilla: Are they always like this, Edward?
Me: Would it kill you not to be rude?
Pricilla: I was asking a question.
Me: I heard the tone in your voice, missy.
Pricilla: *glares* Call me that again and I'll kick you butt.
Derik: Oooo, feisty!
Pricilla: *punches him in the arm*
Derik: Hey!

[Edward]

Terry: Are y'all always like that Pricilla?
Me [sighing]: Are you going to antagonize her too?
Terry: It's not like I try; it's just a natural talent of mine.
Caroline: You should be dead by now.
Terry: Maybe. Hey, are we always going to be like this?
Me: I dunno. Detective Gelato isn't even until Book Two, along with Temperance and Sarah.
Terry: Wow, from no female leads to three?
Me: Only Temperance will be a lead in Book Two. The other two -
Caroline: I'm not a lead? But I'm a detective!
Me: And this is about private investigators ... more or less.
Terry: Less.
Caroline: It used to be a badge garunteed a lead role.
Me: You and I read completely different books.
Terry: Hey, Pricilla, if you'd like, I could so you around the modern world. It's completely mad, full of flashing lights, bleeping noises, and people moving at speeds no human should ever move, but it can be fun if you know what you're doing. And you don't live there.
Me: Is that ... Are you asking a character from another world on date?
Terry: Are you surpised?
Me: ... No.

[Stephanie]

Derik: *moves in front of Pricilla* I'd watch it if I were you, Terry.
Me: Oh dear.
Pricilla: Get out of the way, Derik.
Derik: You can't go out with him you're with--
Pricilla: You had better not finish that sentence! Last I checked, you tried to-
Me: Shhhhh! Guys! Do you have to give away all the spoilers?
Derik: What? He's going to know about Sidra and I once you put chapter three up.
Me: Chapter two isn't up yet though.
Derik: Only because you're procrastinating.
Pricilla: *folds arms challengingly* What exactly is your role in your story, Terry?
Derik: Hah! You're never going to get her. I mean, I could tell you what it'll take but I'd rather her be alone than with someone else.
Me: Nice, Derik. There's love for you. Besides, you don't know that that's the only way to get her. Not everyone is like you.

[Edward]

Terry: I'm comedic relief. And the unexpected muscle. I'm also boardline genius, though most of my knowledge is pretty useless to your average person. I am a natural at understand people, though. I fulfil a lot of roles. That's my role: Whatever role the universe demands of me.
Me: You make it sound like a lazy plot device.
Terry: What would you call it?
Me: One complicated character.
Terry: Pricilla is Sidra? The girl that ran away from her tyranical pseudo-mother? She sounds hot.
Me: Don't you have a girlfriend?
Terry: Oh, come on, everyone knows that one isn't going to last. Isn't that the whole point of the subplot?
Me: How do you not know what is going to happen in the next chapter, but you know what is going to happen at the end of the book?
Terry: Give it a moment; it'll come to you.
Me: ... Oh. You are a lazy plot device.

[Kyra]

Sara: Wait. I'm still getting caught up on the M/M's muse/Frank/Al drama.
Kyra: Now is not the time.
Sara: Just gimme a second to process!!! So, M likes his muse.
Kyra: Ugh! I'm going to bed.
Nikara: Yes, Sara, M appears to "like" his muse. To use the grade-school version of the word.
Sara: OK, but M is married.
Nikara: We are NOT going into this again.
Sara: Just give me a moment!!! But, Frank "likes" M's muse.
Nikara: Yeah. So?
Sara: So he also likes Al, right? And Al loves him back but is aggravated by him constantly, except she asked him to (gag) sleep with her tonight? Am I reading these right???
Nikara: Go to bed, Sara.
Sara: (headdesk) I'm soooo confused!!!
Nikara: Aren't we all. G'night, Sara.

[Edward]

Terry: It's all adult emotions, Sara. They tend to be angsty people, adults.
Me: Adults? I thought it was angsty teenagers.
Terry: Certainly, in "teen novels," but who writes those novels? Have you ever met a single teenager who was so engrossed in high school drama that they would bother writing a novel on it?
Me: I suppose not ...
Terry: And angst is more of a joke in your story than anything, and you're a teenager.
Me: I'm not exactly a represenative of normal -
Terry: When Jacob spins a tale, what is it about? When Tyler decided to write a story, what was it about? When your sister tries her hand at writing, what does she write about?
Me: God-like powers, zombies, and mythology, respectively.
Terry: And how many of them are angst-filled ramblings?
Me: You're really worked up about this.
Terry: I think your geek-rage from that Harry Potter discussion is getting me excited over nothing.
Me: Oh, sorry.

[Cheyenne]

Albert: Edward's a teenager?
Me: Errrrmmmmmmmmmmm
Albert: Hmm. I'm not very good at reading people.
Me: I know. That's why you bought a trailer. *lunges forward to slap him*
Albert: *side-steps* Well didn't your Albert have a trailer?
Me: YOU need to stop talking.
Albert: I'm sorry. I need to be more gentle with you.
Me: *rolls eyes* I'm not a glass vase.
Albert: Oh? If I remember correctly you once likened yourself to a glass soldier balanced on a feather in one of your poems.
Me: Well obviously you wrote that one.
Albert: *taps chin* Perhaps.

[Edward]

I'm eighteen, just to clarify that.

[Cheyenne]

That's funny. I could've sworn it was said somewhere that you were 23.
Albert: Don't mind her. All that fresh air went to her head.
Me: You just shut your mouth. That air is good for me. Sacramento air is polluted and bad.
Albert: *whispers* She gets a bit off when it rains in summer.
Me: I do not.
Albert: Don't you have a poem to critique?

[Cheyenne]

I'm I the only one here who's sixteen? It seems everyone else is either older or younger.

[Stephanie]

Me: If I could, Sara, I would suggest that you let the whole character and creator relationships Al and M have go. It's just too weird to think about.
Pricilla: So...Terry, you have no ifficial job?
Derik: *smirks*
Me: Terry, I would suggest you let Pricilla pass you by. There's a reason Derik is the only who's ever got close to her.
Pricilla: *dangeroulsy low voice* And what is that supposed to mean?
Me: Well, just ask Andy and Amanda, you can be sort of cruel.
Andy: You know I-
Pricilla: *pushes him out of the conversation* Don't ever bring those weaklings into this.
Derik: Yeah, she doesn't want to think about that fact that she's reaon he-
Pricilla: *punches him again*
Me: Mmmm, fresh air does sound nice right now.

[Edward]

Terry: Well, I have a job. Several, actually. I've fixed my neighbors' cars, fix their roofs occassionally, dog watched the pitbulls down the street, once exterminated a rat infestation, and the plot of the story revolves around me doing two unpaid jobs: Playing psychologist to some emo kid, and investigating a serial killer on behalf of a gang leader.
Me: You also sell food.
Terry: Yeah, and that.
Me: I think they were referring to you official job within in the story.
Terry: Well, it goes back to what I said to Detective Gelato; I crack jokes and get beat up a lot.
Me: And bring people together. The whole story happens the way does because of your binding effect.
Terry: Anyway, do I ever get a good relationship? Not like this doomed-to-fail one with Evelyn.
Me: Well, you are perpetually flirting with Sarah -
Terry: The mute girl.
Me: - there'll be a few brief moments with Anne -
Terry: Raggedy Anne? The crazy homeless lady?
Me: - and at least once you come very close to falling for a Lucian & Kane employee.
Terry: Ew.
Me: ...

[Stephanie]

Me: Sounds like a tough life, Terry. You should beg for a better role.
Pricilla: Only weaklings allow people to treat them that way.
Me: Sure.
Derik: When are you going to start writing again?
Me: When I finish my Algebra II for today. Why do you care?
Derik: I would rather the story not last forever.
Pricilla: And I would rather your hurry up to the part where I punch him.
Me: So demanding....

[Edward]

Alexis drew Septimus aside. "Listen, I get that you have grand calling and you think you have to do this, but can I ask you a favor?"

Septimus seemed to barely register she was there. "Yeah, sure."

"Leave Wrixon out of it. [...] He thinks this is all clever and fun, but what you're doing here is dangerous. I don't think he gets that."

"Terry is the most dangerous person here," Septimus declared firmly. Alexis opened and closed her mouth without speaking, utterly confused. "Do you even know him at all."

"I know he lets gang members push him around, has a girlfriend who just wants to use him, and puts up with his drunk father -"

"All without slowing down," Septimus interrupted sharply. "Think about it: Who else do you know could go through all that, any of that, and still keep his sense of humor? His innate cheerfulness? He is indominatable in way that this Abomination will never match.

"And he knows what he's getting into. There's no point in trying to stop him now."


^ Maybe a scene from the climax to After Dark

[Cheyenne]

Albert: I agree with whoever said to forget about the relationship thing.
Me: Would you?
Albert: Mhmm. *rolls a rock over in his palm*
Me: Where did you get that?
Albert: From your leather pouch.
Me: You looked in my leather pouch?
Albert: Yes. There was a ring, this rock, and a flashlight.
Me: I know that already.
Albert: That's a strange assortment of items to put together.
Me: *turns away* Maybe it is.
Albert: Ohh. I know what they are.
Me: Yeah?
Albert: Yes. He gave them to you, didn't he?
Me: Can we not talk about this on the poetry thread? *glares*