Looking at Prompt Coms
Jun. 11th, 2012 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickThere's some interesting ones out there! 30 angsts, 30 fluffs, 30 hugs, 30 smirks -- lots of 30s. Also different numbers, but 30 seems to be the most liked. Dunno if I'm going to adopt any tables yet, but I'm keeping it in mind.
As it is, I actually got plenty done with writing -- got another page on "Finding You," and wrote up some more memory segments for "Forgetting You." I don't have much else to share (I'm feeling apathetic about Sims right at the moment -- think I burned myself out a bit with them), so why don't I show you one of those? You know, sneak preview.
Vale of Tears
“I’ll never have more fun then when I rode the big slide in Hyde Park. Papa will take you soon, Alice.”
Alice felt a twinge as Lizzie’s voice echoed around her. She’d made that comment not long before the fire, during a conversation about all the things she’d done before Alice came along. I never did get that ride, Alice thought sadly, walking back around the rock and looking at the blue mushroom on the other side. Oh, Mama, Papa, Lizzie. . .
She pulled her thoughts away from her depressing past and did her best to focus on what was in front of her. It looked like one of those bouncy mushrooms that had been popping up all over the Vale – but why was this one blue? Did it do something different? Take her underground, maybe?
Only one way to find out, she thought, and leapt onto it. The cap burst up, sending her sailing into the sky –
And then, the world went white. Alice was worried for a split second, but then her feet hit solid ground and the world came into being around her again, revealing – A slide!
Alice nearly laughed. She was standing at the top of a huge slide that appeared to be made of chalkboard material. Below her, she could see it twisting and curving around itself, making a corkscrew path to the ground. Well well – if I can’t have Hyde Park. . .
She was about to drop down onto it when something caught her eye to her left – something glittery and glowing. She turned to see a delicate crystalline butterfly revolving beside her. She regarded it curiously. It looked to be made of the same stuff as the little houses and the syringe, meaning it was probably a memory of some sort. But from who? She touched the crystal, making it shatter and sending a voice out into the air:
“I’ve loved butterflies all my life. They’re pretty much the only things I was never afraid of. I don’t see how anyone couldn’t like such beautiful creatures.”
Aha – apparently Victor was making his presence known in Wonderland as well. Alice smiled at the memory. She’d been examining Victor’s sketches again when he’d said that, asking him when he first fell in love with the insects. She had to agree with his opinion – she’d always found butterflies to be gorgeous. And she liked them even more now that he’d shared his knowledge on them with her. It was funny – Victor was usually so shy and reserved, but if you got him talking about something he loved – typically butterflies or music – he could almost be outgoing. It was amusing to watch him ramble on about migration patterns and feeding habits and all those things. (And then he’d realize he was rambling and get all flustered, which was even funnier.) For a moment, she wondered what he’d make of the nutterflies that were flapping around the Vale. Pity she couldn’t bring him here. . .
She shook her head. She was getting distracted again. She was here for a reason, and that slide was just waiting for her to go down it. She leapt onto the chalkboard and rode it down, wondering what other surprises Wonderland had in store for her.
She quickly found out – a bloody lake, the skeleton of the Jabberwock, her old friend the Vorpal Blade, some monstrous tar-like thing with a china doll’s face – and apparently, giving her the ability to burst into a small rabble of blue butterflies to avoid attacks. Had she gotten this from Victor too? From his stories of watching Emily dissolve into butterflies and fly up to the moon? If so, thank you, she thought, continuing on her way as the roots blocking her path drew back. This will be extremely useful, I’m sure.
-TTV: Why does it go white when she jumps on that mushroom?-
Because that's what the game does, and I couldn't think of a better way for her to switch locations. Having the world briefly disappear and reform around you works as well as anything, right? Anyway, hope you all enjoy that. :)
All right, I think I may go watch something Rifftrax-related.
As it is, I actually got plenty done with writing -- got another page on "Finding You," and wrote up some more memory segments for "Forgetting You." I don't have much else to share (I'm feeling apathetic about Sims right at the moment -- think I burned myself out a bit with them), so why don't I show you one of those? You know, sneak preview.
Vale of Tears
“I’ll never have more fun then when I rode the big slide in Hyde Park. Papa will take you soon, Alice.”
Alice felt a twinge as Lizzie’s voice echoed around her. She’d made that comment not long before the fire, during a conversation about all the things she’d done before Alice came along. I never did get that ride, Alice thought sadly, walking back around the rock and looking at the blue mushroom on the other side. Oh, Mama, Papa, Lizzie. . .
She pulled her thoughts away from her depressing past and did her best to focus on what was in front of her. It looked like one of those bouncy mushrooms that had been popping up all over the Vale – but why was this one blue? Did it do something different? Take her underground, maybe?
Only one way to find out, she thought, and leapt onto it. The cap burst up, sending her sailing into the sky –
And then, the world went white. Alice was worried for a split second, but then her feet hit solid ground and the world came into being around her again, revealing – A slide!
Alice nearly laughed. She was standing at the top of a huge slide that appeared to be made of chalkboard material. Below her, she could see it twisting and curving around itself, making a corkscrew path to the ground. Well well – if I can’t have Hyde Park. . .
She was about to drop down onto it when something caught her eye to her left – something glittery and glowing. She turned to see a delicate crystalline butterfly revolving beside her. She regarded it curiously. It looked to be made of the same stuff as the little houses and the syringe, meaning it was probably a memory of some sort. But from who? She touched the crystal, making it shatter and sending a voice out into the air:
“I’ve loved butterflies all my life. They’re pretty much the only things I was never afraid of. I don’t see how anyone couldn’t like such beautiful creatures.”
Aha – apparently Victor was making his presence known in Wonderland as well. Alice smiled at the memory. She’d been examining Victor’s sketches again when he’d said that, asking him when he first fell in love with the insects. She had to agree with his opinion – she’d always found butterflies to be gorgeous. And she liked them even more now that he’d shared his knowledge on them with her. It was funny – Victor was usually so shy and reserved, but if you got him talking about something he loved – typically butterflies or music – he could almost be outgoing. It was amusing to watch him ramble on about migration patterns and feeding habits and all those things. (And then he’d realize he was rambling and get all flustered, which was even funnier.) For a moment, she wondered what he’d make of the nutterflies that were flapping around the Vale. Pity she couldn’t bring him here. . .
She shook her head. She was getting distracted again. She was here for a reason, and that slide was just waiting for her to go down it. She leapt onto the chalkboard and rode it down, wondering what other surprises Wonderland had in store for her.
She quickly found out – a bloody lake, the skeleton of the Jabberwock, her old friend the Vorpal Blade, some monstrous tar-like thing with a china doll’s face – and apparently, giving her the ability to burst into a small rabble of blue butterflies to avoid attacks. Had she gotten this from Victor too? From his stories of watching Emily dissolve into butterflies and fly up to the moon? If so, thank you, she thought, continuing on her way as the roots blocking her path drew back. This will be extremely useful, I’m sure.
-TTV: Why does it go white when she jumps on that mushroom?-
Because that's what the game does, and I couldn't think of a better way for her to switch locations. Having the world briefly disappear and reform around you works as well as anything, right? Anyway, hope you all enjoy that. :)
All right, I think I may go watch something Rifftrax-related.
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