broadcast me a joyful noise

RIGHT. POSTED. YES.

the manor house -- Inception, Ariadne/Arthur/Eames -- 23,636 words
"The aims of this session are twofold," Arthur lies.

Make sure you admire the gorgeous illustrations by inknose, who extracted the settings right out of my head and onto a page :) It's the first collab that I've managed to wheedle her into, but I hope it won't be the last. If art school ever gives her a spare moment to breathe.

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Fridaaaaaay. Hurrah. A whole group of the Orange students are heading off to see Deathly Hallows tonight. I have forgotten enough of the plot that I am sure it will be a very entertaining experience.

Do you know what today is?

THAT'S RIGHT. FRIDAY.

I have a lot of busy-making plans for the weekend but my plan for this evening is basically to write and write until my fingers fall off. I've discovered that writing short fun things helps my long fun-but-also-exhausting fic along, so:

I'm taking Inception 'five things' prompts

Inception because I need to keep my brain at least a little focused. Five things because I LOVE THEM. I admit right now that I probably won't write every prompt, but I will give as many of them as possible a shot. Prompts can be serious. Or ridiculous. Or anything you want, really.

Dear Inception fandom,

Here are some things that can be put into a human vein:

- cannulae

Trocar needles are used as insertion vehicles for cannulae, yes, and then they are immediately removed and put into a sharps bin or something.

Here are some thing that DO NOT REMAIN IN A VEIN:

- needles, Jesus Christ (do you want all your characters to wake up with massive haematomas?? NO YOU DON'T)
- SYRINGES

Repeat after me, fandom: you do not slide a syringe into your vein. Or anyone else's vein. The anatomical logistics of that are completely fucking baffling.

Okay then.

I'm glad we've sorted that out.

Right, so, because moonythestrals is CRAZY and also has this habit of just rocking up to fandoms and magically REDUCING THEM TO TEARS THROUGH HER GENIUS, she wrote me a story based on the joke I made about not being able to pin a first name on Eames, and how finding it out would require professional extraction.

YEAH.

I can't decide if I like it better or more than the one with drinking games! Because that one had DRINKING GAMES. But this one was written for meeeee.

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My need to rewatch Inception and renew my grasp on the character voices is reaching CRITICAL MASS, but this weekend I bought a book of W.H. Auden's poems and (finally! finally!) both Strong Poison and Gaudy Night, so any further expenditures will have to wait until I've done some tutoring.

I do have a day off on Thursday following my overnight shift in Neonatal Intensive Care, so maybe I will snooze for a few hours in the morning and then make a solo trip to the movies. Yes.

ALL RIGHT, UNIVERSE, YES, I AM WRITING FIC ABOUT FORGERS.

It's built around a giant medical metaphor (please, don't act surprised) but I maintain that the film went there first.