Monday Salagian

friday prompt.

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 10:00:03 GMT

(Note: this runs parallel to the game mentioned in intheannulus's entry, and it's similarly written in third person limited.)

Early: Paul looks at Monday expectantly when they sit down; she makes a face at him. "Hey, I'm the one celebrating, I don't think I should have to go first."

"It was your idea," Paul points out.

Monday turns for back up and is met by an innocent look from her girlfriend. "Great. I love you too." She pours a shot. "Um, okay! Never have I ever...committed a crime.

They all pause over their drinks. "Any crime?" Paul says tentatively.

"Under United States Law," Monday clarifies, "that might result in actual jail time and not, like, a fine."

"Well, I'm fucked," says Sara, "I don't know about you."

"...yeah," Paul says, "And I know Monday is, because she was there, usually."

"Ruin the dramatic pause, why don't you."

They slam down their shots in unison, and she pours the next round. "Your turn."

Middle: "Wait, wait...if it wasn't that...does that mean you had sex in a tree?" Paul's staring.

"Monday's turn!" Sara says brightly, pouring herself another shot.

Monday says, grinning, "Never have I ever had sex in a tree."

"Never will you ever have sex again," Sara mutters, and downs hers. The other two leave them untouched. Paul furrows his brow and tilts his head as if drawing diagrams and eventually rubs his eyes and shakes his head.

"Awwww. Even if it's in a tree?" Monday giggles and pouts prettily at her.

Sara rolls her eyes. "Especially not in a tree."

End: "Your turn," he says and pushes the bottle at her. "Unless you're out."

"Fuck no."

Monday pours herself another shot with both hands very, very carefully. "Never...have I ever...been in love with one'a you guys." She barely finishes the sentence before taking the shot, smiling.

Sara and Paul look at each other, awkward for a minute, and Sara tosses hers back and puts it down very quietly.

Monday reaches and tugs Sara towards her with an insistent too-hard gesture that throws her own weight backwards into the chair, tipping it a little and pulling Sara forward. Monday says, "You know, right? I really do love you..."

"You're so drunk," Sara laughs.

"m'not..."

"Love you too," Sara says back quietly, and kisses her.

Paul finishes his shot while they're wrapped up in each other, and pours another before they're done, letting his head rest on the table and his eyes fall closed.

[filtered away from: meg, sara]

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 22:13:54 GMT

Catching up with prompts.

Here's Wednesday.

More later.

Wednesday prompt.

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 06:26:31 GMT

If there were a book about me, it'd have to be about No Cover, too, because let's face it, that band's my life.

OOC: No Cover is personified by The Birthday Massacre, who don't belong to me: nor do these images. Any use is for fun.

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:19:24 GMT

1. (Trick) What's your favorite trick? It can be anything from a prank to a magic trick to whatever else comes to mind.

My favorite trick is making people think I'm harmless.
I've found being 5'1 and having my hair in various forms of pigtails helps with that.

2. (Treat) What's your favorite childhood treat? Candy apples? Brownies? Snickers? And why?

Mmm....Friendly's Happy Ending Sundae, of various kinds.
My parents didn't have a ton of money bringing us up, but they did always manage to take us out to Friendly's for special occasions. Sometimes those occasions weren't birthdays (after all, you can handmake a cake), or Mother's Day, or something other families would recognize... but my family knew how to make us feel special. My brother Simon won his class spelling bee, I got a B+ on a test in a math class I'd been failing, Sime got into jazz band on sax, I got into art school.

And man, those sundaes still remind me of how good it felt and my parents being proud.

Prompt: Monday, Monday

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 05:09:16 GMT

OOC Time! Mun-day prompt.

Dear Monday,

Well, it's just rolled over past your day into Tuesday. Nevertheless.

Current incarnations or not, you're one of my oldest characters. Characters-that-are-sort-of-you can be found in my writing, on a hard drive somewhere without a monitor, way back when I was 15...you've been a pagan girl who wore dresses over jeans, a gothy chick who wore big stompy boots, the punk rocker, the girl who has a 9-5 and rocks on the side.

It's actually kind of weird to look back over your history, because you are the most like the real me (in some ways) of any of my characters -- and certainly the most like my particular phases.

But you were always the side character. The NPC that was convenient: the girl who said the witty line, someone's best friend, someone else's girlfriend, the vocalist for someone's band, the fill-in for the backstory.

And then you raised your snarky head.

Thank you for finally screaming, "HELLO, I'M IN EVERYTHING YOU WRITE: TELL MY STORY!", for it is awesome to write you! I love finding out about the littler characters in YOUR story, and your relationships and your little fucked-up weirdnesses and OCD fears.

Actually, on that note: those insecurities? They make you human. Please to be revealing more of them. Because up until now, that NPC nature of you has made you kind of the perfect friend and hence the perfect person. And while I totally understand that role -- hell, I play it a lot -- it'd be nice to see what your flaws are. Aside from being sort of a bitch sometimes.

So please, tell me more!

And definitely -- keep on rocking.

Love, Faye.