Alfredo was whispering to Felix, who instantly stood up pushing his chair over in the process. “That is a great idea. I will speak to Brohm about it.”
“Shh! He doesn’t go by that at all, Felix. You aren’t going to try it out now, are you?”
“Now is the time, dear Alfredo,” Felix said as he braced himself from swaying and leapt on the table on top the pile of coins.
Just as Felix was about to speak, Timothy DeCloud and Jeremiah Ulysses came through a door over the kitchen, bright sunlight gleamed inside the darken saloon. Timothy closed the door. Both men’s shirts and hair were soaked with sweat. Ulysses eyes went wide as the Jester stood atop the table.
Before he could be admonished the Jester spoke. “I purpose a great idea that Alfredo and I have cooked up for when the dark times are over. I call it Make Sex, not Abstinence. It will be a show where I do standup making light of all the freaky things, that I am sure filled with a room of rough and rowdy sky-pirates, that we all love to do in and out of the bedroom.”
Felix gyrated his hips when he said the words in and out and began laughing to himself. Timothy and Ulysses could only watch the horror unfold.
Felix continued, “But there are so many taboos with sex even in this day and age. We need to clear those taboos and make sex a safe subject. Of course, Rub hers are allowed, but not rubbers!”
“Do you think he has a disorder. Can we get him some help?” Ulysses asked.
“You remember even when we were in the Guild together, he has always been obsessed with sex.
“I think he is a whore,” Ulysses said as he scratched his head.
“Thank you dear Ulysses,” Felix said with a wink. “Speaking of whores, a whore who has removable teeth is just an artist who is suffering to be the best at her job. We should not make fun of those artists.”
Alfredo, tugged at the Jester’s leg and said, “You keep talking about women. I thought you played it both ways, Felix.”
Felix looked down at Alfredo and leapt off the table. “Mage, toss my hat!”
Erikson who was blushed a deep scarlet, grabbed the red hat with the seven bells and threw it at Felix. Felix placed it on top of his head. “My dear, Alfredo, I have always wanted my bells rung by a Sky-Pirate.”
Everyone watched as Alfredo and Felix went through the saloon and up to the hotel next door.
“Well, I never knew Felix was so good an engendering camaraderie,” Timothy said as he slapped the jaw dropped Ulysses on the back. “Let’s explain the plan to the guys. We got some work to do and it seems we will be two men short for a while.”
“Oh, brother,” Ulysses mumbled.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
25718: day 36+
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I have 20 chapters, with four separate storylines/sets of characters (two with pairs of characters, two with single characters, and one character who has moved between two lines as of last night), and they're finally beginning to cross with eachother. Two of them will merge soon, and I will declare an end to Novel Part 1. Each chapter is ~1000 words, and I try to make each one a self-contained scene, usually with the characters arriving at and then departing from some locale. I am writing a sort of travel novel?
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“I don’t eat pork,” said Ezi, frowning.
Momoko smiled approvingly. “No meat at all?” She pulled the cabbage out and closed the cabinet, and started peeling leaves off and stacking them on the counter.
“Not if I can help it. Especially not pork.”
“Why not?” Momoko asked, producing a knife from a slotted container attached to the cabinet.
“I like pigs. They have nice personalities. I went to an animal psychology retreat last month, and we talked with some pigs directly over the feed, but we were right there with them at the same time.” Ezi was getting excited. Momoko laid the cabbage out and started slicing, and waited for the girl to finish her story. “They told us that they like to eat, and they liked rubbing up against things, and that they didn’t mind people because we brought them things to eat, and that they wondered sometimes why things are the way they are.”
“They really wonder that?” asked Momoko, smiling as she watched the knife slicing through the cabbage leaves.
“That’s what they said. Two different pigs said it, the same thing. We tried to explain that we were students, and that we were there to learn about pigs and other animals, and how they thought, but they didn’t understand at all. We asked them some questions, but mostly they didn’t get it, and sometimes they gave dumb answers. Dr Levitz was able to get them to give better answers, because he could give them other types of commands, since he works with them all the time. But they were nice, so I don’t think we should be eating them.”
“I guess that’s reasonable. Look in there,” Momoko pointed at a cabinet, “get some noodles and boil some water.”
Ezi complied, and kept talking. “I haven’t gotten to talk to any other animals yet, except for dogs and cats and horses of course, but no one wants to eat them at all. Dr Levitz said you could talk to cows too, but he said chickens were hard, and didn’t have much to say anyways. He said the pigs can talk to each other over their feeds, and that they mostly talk about smells and food and needing to shit. He didn’t say if a pig could talk to a dog, I didn’t think of that until later.” She was filling a pot, also pointed to by Momoko, with water, when a cry arose from the other end of the room.
I have 20 chapters, with four separate storylines/sets of characters (two with pairs of characters, two with single characters, and one character who has moved between two lines as of last night), and they're finally beginning to cross with eachother. Two of them will merge soon, and I will declare an end to Novel Part 1. Each chapter is ~1000 words, and I try to make each one a self-contained scene, usually with the characters arriving at and then departing from some locale. I am writing a sort of travel novel?
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“I don’t eat pork,” said Ezi, frowning.
Momoko smiled approvingly. “No meat at all?” She pulled the cabbage out and closed the cabinet, and started peeling leaves off and stacking them on the counter.
“Not if I can help it. Especially not pork.”
“Why not?” Momoko asked, producing a knife from a slotted container attached to the cabinet.
“I like pigs. They have nice personalities. I went to an animal psychology retreat last month, and we talked with some pigs directly over the feed, but we were right there with them at the same time.” Ezi was getting excited. Momoko laid the cabbage out and started slicing, and waited for the girl to finish her story. “They told us that they like to eat, and they liked rubbing up against things, and that they didn’t mind people because we brought them things to eat, and that they wondered sometimes why things are the way they are.”
“They really wonder that?” asked Momoko, smiling as she watched the knife slicing through the cabbage leaves.
“That’s what they said. Two different pigs said it, the same thing. We tried to explain that we were students, and that we were there to learn about pigs and other animals, and how they thought, but they didn’t understand at all. We asked them some questions, but mostly they didn’t get it, and sometimes they gave dumb answers. Dr Levitz was able to get them to give better answers, because he could give them other types of commands, since he works with them all the time. But they were nice, so I don’t think we should be eating them.”
“I guess that’s reasonable. Look in there,” Momoko pointed at a cabinet, “get some noodles and boil some water.”
Ezi complied, and kept talking. “I haven’t gotten to talk to any other animals yet, except for dogs and cats and horses of course, but no one wants to eat them at all. Dr Levitz said you could talk to cows too, but he said chickens were hard, and didn’t have much to say anyways. He said the pigs can talk to each other over their feeds, and that they mostly talk about smells and food and needing to shit. He didn’t say if a pig could talk to a dog, I didn’t think of that until later.” She was filling a pot, also pointed to by Momoko, with water, when a cry arose from the other end of the room.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Michael A. - Winner!
I won! It feels sweet!I think my novel needs about 20k to be finished! So on I will march.
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