leto_rta

Life is boring and that's a good thing. Lady Veronica is a very sweet and beautiful young woman. I wish my father would procreate one more time so I'd quit being the youngest. Wandering round the castle is fun wonder how long I can hide out here. Stupid Karms, wait let me revisit that, Bloody damn (expletive deleted) Karms. Maybe I should sic zombies on them. No wait that's a waste of a good zombie. Fighting them was kind of fun if you could do it without civilians being harmed that would be even better. Taleyn was rather talented in the smiting zombie arena. Wonder if I could take lessons in that regard. Mmmm? Maybe not since smiting zombies is a dangerous way to make a living. Anyways, Screwball and I need to find a warm place to curl up and nap.

( Sol investigates why the troops of the Black Road might be burning mistletoe. )

( Kitezh sees someone who has not ridden through it in many years... )

Bastard sons: 2

Hands: 1

Beatrice knows about the hand already. Maybe I should open with that.

( Sol meets a member of the Amber Expeditionary Force scout group, and saves his life. The Black Road is waking in Kitezh. )

One does a great deal of sitting. This is so that others may also sit, as they must stand if I stand.

One eats one's food impossibly slowly. This is so that others may take their time, as at formal meals they cannot begin until I begin, and must stop the course the moment I finish.

One does a good deal of marching about in public. This I do not mind so much; it reminds me of soldiers on parade, but it can still be tedious.

One misses dressing as one pleases. One misses doing a great many things as one pleases, and to compensate one tries to impose what one pleases on one's surroundings. An interesting trap I do not mean to allow to become a downward spiral.

One has griefs and exhaustion and care and worry and must still talk to people as if one were not wishing for the clean catharsis of blood and battle. Yet one has Purpose, and it is nearly the same thing.

One has terrible, terrible purpose.

Last night I completely FUBARed some gossips and other things.

I held a lovely event at the Palace! There was a +setting in place throughout, and things happened! So, afterwards, I started a +gossip. It was longish and I had fun playing with it in +edit. I proofed it!

Then I went to go fix the +setting on the room, and entered the editor. Missed the note I was already in the editor. Wiped out the temporary setting with +ed/wipe, sorted out what it was meant to say, and hit +ed/done... so my +setting got posted as a gossip. I hastily then also posted my REAL gossip, went back, fixed the +setting, and did a +submit to staff to explain my idiocy, except I was so tired and clumsy I hit 'return' after the word 'Help!' so in fact had to submit TWICE.

Don't drive, or type, sleepy, Boys and Girls.

So the moral of the story: these were obvious errors. However, I know various friends have gotten confused lately and made less-obvious errors that were made just as innocently (if just as daffily and just as sleepily) as the stuff I just described. Try not to jump to conclusions.

Other moral of the story: our staff are long-suffering and awesome. I hope they got a good chuckle out of this in addition to whatever eye-rolling was going on.

I'll be off over most of Christmas-tide and the New Year, with nothing but cheap scotch, my laptop, and bitter, bitter memories. And this scar in the shape of a holly-bush.

I will be around, but it will be irregular. If you need me, please +mail and ask to arrange a time. I'll reply as and when the headache stops and the pain comes back.

( Benedict fails to cut through the Black Road in Kitezh once more. Zombie attack! Interesting special effects. )

( Rae and Julian face the unexpected )