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H'Okay...
So.
My house is, relatively speaking, clean. I even washed (part of) the kitchen floor. And that's saying something. (Specifically: "I do not wash my kitchen floor, yo.")
The chicken I baked this morning? Uh... I cooked it a tad too long. I now have chicken jerky. It is very thick. But it does the job. :-)
Idioglossia came over at 2pm and stayed for six and a half hours.
We read each others' stories and made comments and stuff.
I need to establish a bunch of stuff in my story.
Like getting to the point where Daniel dies and showing it happen, so it's not just a freaky dream sequence but a chaotic reality.
(I need to show Kit's breaking point).
I also need to show the physical differences between Kit and Nita because, right now, they're physically very similar - slender boygirl women with different hair. Idioglossia says I need to find the smells.
So I will go traipsing through the BPAL catalogue and see what tangerine dreams I can find for Miss Nita to use in her shampoo. What scents cling to her body? What's been there for as long as Kit's known her - before the additions of engine grease and boot leather?
[EDIT:Moscow crossed with Brisingamin, or touched with Bilqis: Tangerines, orange blossoms, lily of the valley and thyme, a little amber underneath to warm it up close to her skin.]
(What about Kit? What does she smell like under the sweat and the scotch? Vanilla body-wash and toffee-scented bubble bath? Maybe... But what else?)
[EDIT: Madame Moriarty or Sed Non Satiata maybe, but mostly likely Blood Kiss. I think that one's appropriately dark and close and would work for her]. :-)
Tomorrow Ami_B comes over, and we chatter and hang out and talk stories (and who knows what all else), and I give her really sugary pie. It will be wonderful. :-)
So.
My house is, relatively speaking, clean. I even washed (part of) the kitchen floor. And that's saying something. (Specifically: "I do not wash my kitchen floor, yo.")
The chicken I baked this morning? Uh... I cooked it a tad too long. I now have chicken jerky. It is very thick. But it does the job. :-)
Idioglossia came over at 2pm and stayed for six and a half hours.
We read each others' stories and made comments and stuff.
I need to establish a bunch of stuff in my story.
Like getting to the point where Daniel dies and showing it happen, so it's not just a freaky dream sequence but a chaotic reality.
(I need to show Kit's breaking point).
I also need to show the physical differences between Kit and Nita because, right now, they're physically very similar - slender boygirl women with different hair. Idioglossia says I need to find the smells.
So I will go traipsing through the BPAL catalogue and see what tangerine dreams I can find for Miss Nita to use in her shampoo. What scents cling to her body? What's been there for as long as Kit's known her - before the additions of engine grease and boot leather?
[EDIT:Moscow crossed with Brisingamin, or touched with Bilqis: Tangerines, orange blossoms, lily of the valley and thyme, a little amber underneath to warm it up close to her skin.]
(What about Kit? What does she smell like under the sweat and the scotch? Vanilla body-wash and toffee-scented bubble bath? Maybe... But what else?)
[EDIT: Madame Moriarty or Sed Non Satiata maybe, but mostly likely Blood Kiss. I think that one's appropriately dark and close and would work for her]. :-)
Tomorrow Ami_B comes over, and we chatter and hang out and talk stories (and who knows what all else), and I give her really sugary pie. It will be wonderful. :-)