"Take the Way Home That Leads Back to Sullivan Street...

[psalm_onethirtyone]

So. anima_mecanique. As our resident Latin expert, I would like to make a special request. Specifically, I am working on a really dorky project and I was wondering if you could beta-read it for me. >_> Would that be okay?

Went on a two-hour walk/horseback ride (meaning I was walking, Mama and Maria were riding) to-day. Have blisters on feeeeets. Paiiiiin.

With the shameless encouragement of mhari, I am posting this meme slightly edited:

1) Make a list of 15 characters and assign each character a number.

2) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them, i.e. "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?"

3) WRITE CRACKFIC BASED ON THESE QUESTIONS. :D So, basically, you invent insane questions and I write you weird little fics based on them.

GO GO GO.

Comments

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Dear Simon,

Our first day at camp. School goes to camp. Sometimes we swim at the lake, because there are turtles in the water, and I like turtles, but they tear their homes apart and make them evacuate, half and half and the turtle is evicted. It hurts. Turtles don't cry. Tell Father that, because he thinks silence is aproval and the truth is we aren't equiped with tear ducts.

In my cabin there are three others, all homesick. They have numbers. Everybody has numbers, even me. I have no name. 9 is lonely and she wants to go outside, but we can't go outside because it's raining. How was the danse? We don't go dancing. 9 wants to dance but it's too small in here and we're supposed to sit still and color our pictures inside the lines, because coloring outside the lines is messy and bad and ugly and nobody wants to be ugly. I don't care if we go home. 9 keeps telling me I have prety hair, but that's because she's scared of herself. She came to camp because her husband doesn't love her any more she thinks. She cries becase she misses him but camp will make her feel better and then she won't care any more.

5 is crazy in his head on Sundays. Sundays are the yellow days. We don't do anything on yellow days, not even pictures. We sit here and pretind. I pretend to be you. You and 5 are the same but not but the same but not but not but not but 5 can cut things open just as nice as you can but gross. When he's crazy in his head we make 9 sing because she knows all the good camp songs. And 7 is last but 7 doesn't miss anybody because she doesn't have anybody at home waiting for her like you are waiting at home for me for someday. Someday. 7 draws superior stars but her genetic predisposition is for melanin deposits and when there's solar energy her skin cracks up and breaks apart and cries. I forgot all my Latin. We never use Latin.

If it doesn't stop raining they'll never let us out. I don't care. I don't care. I think the dance was boring, because they always are. The Danvilles have no taste and their eclares are always soggy, which as you know is a substantial failing in French cuisine of the patisserie variety oh Simon it won't stop raining raining raining 5 is not coloring inside the lines and he'll get in trouble. You know he will. We used to know him when he was young and he would do the same thing all the time until it broke.

7 is telling stories about boring again because her vocal function is broken and on loopback. Remember when we broke the recording and it played on loopback? Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

My evicted shell is empty and on it's back. I am tired. I am going to go back to sleep as soon as I finish my picture. Give Mother and Father my love and tell them the Danvilles were better last year. I am sure they will laugh and think it is very droll. 7 is on loopback and 5 is coloring wrong and 9 won't stop making us all feel her scared by pushing it out into the room through her pores like evil sweat. She isn't fair. I am the only one here who is not crazy today. Have a good day and don't forget to feed my cat.

Love,
River

[mhari.livejournal.com]

Oh, River.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

River wants to go hooooooooome.