25 Days of Multiverse #12
Dec. 12th, 2013 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickIt occurs to me that maybe this one should have been the 13th, but I don't feel like switching them around. Let's have some "pre-AMA" angsty stuff:
Day Twelve:
She wasn’t sure the doctor would approve. With those burns, anything touching the girl beyond her bandages, gown, sheets, and a professional’s skilled hands was more or less forbidden. But it was Christmas, and the poor child had too recently lost everything else. It was only right that she make this delivery to the little one’s bed.
She crept into the still ward, where her charge lay in fitful sleep. Carefully, she slipped the sooty, worn rabbit between the sheets beside her. “Merry Christmas, Alice,” she whispered, then crept away.
And just missed Alice’s arm moving to embrace the toy.
-TTV: Well this is heartbreaking. Thank you for reminding all of us her family died just a little under two months before Christmas.-
Yeah, I know -- that REALLY sucker-punches you in the gut once you realize it, doesn't it? Not to mention I get to vaguely describe here just how badly burned she was. Poor Alice. . .at least she got her bunny back. If you're wondering what on earth she's doing with it long before the opening scenes of AMA, she's described as coming to the asylum clutching it in the casebook -- Dr. Wilson removes it from her room later, and the opening is the nurse bringing it back to her.
-D: Do you always need those few 'depressing Christmas' ones?-
Yes, because nothing is sweet without a little bitter. Also some verses just lend themselves that way. Most are happy or funny though -- I can promise you the A:MR one is humorous.
-TTV: *squints*-
. . .Humorous in a slightly creepy way, perhaps, but still! That's the fourteenth, so I'll explain then. In the meantime, just enjoy this one, for what it's worth.
Another workshop day -- I really wish we'd stop getting our lunch late, getting up at six means I get hungry pretty fast in there. Still, it was a good ride. We talked about "elevator speeches" -- good, fast introductions to ourselves that make us seem employable, get people's interest, and help us network. We also had a guest speaker come in from the school's own HR department to give tips, such as making sure your resume has something that stands out on it, liberally use the job keywords, stuff like that. Tomorrow is actually all about resumes, and I hope to get some more good stuff out of it. That seems to be a major stumbling block for me.
On the more "fun" side, I got a few more Christmas drabbles written, and gave Chapter 22 another look-over -- should be ready to post by tomorrow. Seems appropriate. :P And then Chapter 23, aka the chapter everyone who replies regularly seems to be on pins and needles for, should go up no more than a week after, to allow for editing passes and to catch the story's anniversary. Yes, it's taken me a year to get this far. Then again, this is easily the longest of the stories. . .
No time to yap all day, though, I'm afraid -- I've got some tags to catch up on, and Twitter's still a complete mystery to me. And I have to get to bed early again, so off I go!
Day Twelve:
She wasn’t sure the doctor would approve. With those burns, anything touching the girl beyond her bandages, gown, sheets, and a professional’s skilled hands was more or less forbidden. But it was Christmas, and the poor child had too recently lost everything else. It was only right that she make this delivery to the little one’s bed.
She crept into the still ward, where her charge lay in fitful sleep. Carefully, she slipped the sooty, worn rabbit between the sheets beside her. “Merry Christmas, Alice,” she whispered, then crept away.
And just missed Alice’s arm moving to embrace the toy.
-TTV: Well this is heartbreaking. Thank you for reminding all of us her family died just a little under two months before Christmas.-
Yeah, I know -- that REALLY sucker-punches you in the gut once you realize it, doesn't it? Not to mention I get to vaguely describe here just how badly burned she was. Poor Alice. . .at least she got her bunny back. If you're wondering what on earth she's doing with it long before the opening scenes of AMA, she's described as coming to the asylum clutching it in the casebook -- Dr. Wilson removes it from her room later, and the opening is the nurse bringing it back to her.
-D: Do you always need those few 'depressing Christmas' ones?-
Yes, because nothing is sweet without a little bitter. Also some verses just lend themselves that way. Most are happy or funny though -- I can promise you the A:MR one is humorous.
-TTV: *squints*-
. . .Humorous in a slightly creepy way, perhaps, but still! That's the fourteenth, so I'll explain then. In the meantime, just enjoy this one, for what it's worth.
Another workshop day -- I really wish we'd stop getting our lunch late, getting up at six means I get hungry pretty fast in there. Still, it was a good ride. We talked about "elevator speeches" -- good, fast introductions to ourselves that make us seem employable, get people's interest, and help us network. We also had a guest speaker come in from the school's own HR department to give tips, such as making sure your resume has something that stands out on it, liberally use the job keywords, stuff like that. Tomorrow is actually all about resumes, and I hope to get some more good stuff out of it. That seems to be a major stumbling block for me.
On the more "fun" side, I got a few more Christmas drabbles written, and gave Chapter 22 another look-over -- should be ready to post by tomorrow. Seems appropriate. :P And then Chapter 23, aka the chapter everyone who replies regularly seems to be on pins and needles for, should go up no more than a week after, to allow for editing passes and to catch the story's anniversary. Yes, it's taken me a year to get this far. Then again, this is easily the longest of the stories. . .
No time to yap all day, though, I'm afraid -- I've got some tags to catch up on, and Twitter's still a complete mystery to me. And I have to get to bed early again, so off I go!
