dear forgiveness / we have had our differences

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[koscchei]

[lissy-strata]

[koscchei]

lissy-strata·:

A page from a memo about the Master’s characterization. 

Text: 

THE MASTER:

A lapsed Time Lord of equal, perhaps even senior, rank to the Doctor. Now on the run from the Time Lords.

Sinister, polished, charming. A manipulator of others for evil ends, with a vested interest in chaos and misrule, which he turns to his own profit. He will cooperate with any evil force but will readily double cross his evil allies if things get sticky. Completely selfish and ruthless.

Tends to use a variety of roles and aliases, often based on his title. Masters, Masterson, Le Maitre, Il Maestro. Always chooses a distinguished and affluent role for himself. Uses a naturally dominant personality amounting almost to hypnosis, to bring others under his way. (But they can sometimes break loose)

A long standing and implacable enemy of the Doctor, he is the force of evil bound to oppose the Doctor’s force of good.

[koscchei]

BEACH BUM

     His brow lifts, infinitesimally.   “A view of empty horizon,”   he says, not quite disagreeing and not quite asking. One can come to hate any view. Any place, no matter how beautiful.

     Her words are unfamiliar and manner off-putting, and he is used — or was used — to a certain amount of respect, but it’s hard to be offended when his life now mostly consists of gods making strange speeches to him. So he turns off his bitter desire to laugh and bows with surprising grace, instead.   “I cannot deny it, my lady. You catch me at a disadvantage.”

❛ YIKES. More of a glass-half-empty sort then. ❜

She appreciates his commitment to realism in the face of such abject splendour, and is enormously pleased by the bow. Finally, some bloody MANNERS. He may look like a wet paper bag but at least he's polite. Which, speaking of... 

❛ You’re right, of course, how rude of me. HELEN. —

Koschei curtsies with a grin and a wink, as if she’s letting him in on a secret. 

— and who might you be, saturnine stranger? ❜

[koscchei]

to do. ??? who's to say starters. open!! mutuals like this post for one or find yourself an ask meme. dm’s open to plotting still as well update. what's up!! started my new job and it's been a crazy steep learning curve so i've sort of just been sleeping and turning my brain off in the evenings? but things have settled so. back again. gonna try get drafts out tonight or tomorrow

listening to. the void / martha  ♪

[koscchei]

BEACH BUM.

     The crash of waves is a constant on his life, a sound that makes it difficult to hear footsteps on the sand even though he’s attuned to it, but this time he heard, and he did not react at the approach. Kalypso is the last person he wants to speak to.

     But then it isn’t Kalypso who speaks.

     He turns slowly toward the unfamiliar voice, his expression guarded. One of the other nymphs? Their faces blur together to him, but they speak to him sometimes. They’re hardly strangers. Some other god?

     Gods, in his experience, don’t like pointed questions about whether they’re gods.

     “Indeed, stranger.”   He’s wary, but there’s a spark of interest underneath. He hasn’t felt that in… far too long.   “You’ve come far out of your way.”   It’s not a far reach. Ogygia is far out of everyone’s way.

❝ Who wouldn’t for a view like this, eh?  

She sidles in closer, taking care to keep her toes clear of the surf. The sandals aren’t really her usual style, but WHEN IN ROME — or, when in Greece? Whatever. A pale, fist-sized crab scuttles its way past and she watches curiously. 

❝ You seem a little glum to be here on your holidays. Trouble in literal paradise? Step on a jellyfish? Trip down a dune and spill your PIÑA COLADA?

[koscchei]

@claraosiwald

THE KETTLE IS BUGGERED.

She glares at it sullenly. Old, stained at the spout and cracked along the side where the measurements should be, it's DISGUSTING. Jiggling the power cable around doesn't seem to be helping much but short of pulling the thing apart, it's the best idea she's got.

Even worse, there's definitely someone watching from across the break room. A COLLEAGUE. Maybe she knows the knack.

❛ Fancy a cuppa?

[eviefyres]

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

[koscchei]

WHAT UP TIME NERDS. not gonna make a full-on activity post because that seems silly but i'm here! sorry for not being around much of late - i just got promoted to a full-time position at my grad job, so i've been doing a lot of contract stuff and training up my replacement at the café. the good news is i'll have a much more regular schedule from now on, which means more time to write! very exciting times.

[koscchei]

to do. one starter, some theme meddling starters. open!! mutuals like this post for one or find yourself an ask meme. dm’s open to plotting still as well greetings to. @anywherexwhen!! update. got my booster yesterday so i am hopped up on paracetamol and ready to get sillllyyyyyy (by which i mean my rules page needs updating and so does the about probably). i need to do a little work first but i’ll have the tab open 

listening to. cubs in five / the mountain goats  ♪

[koscchei]

BARFLY.

We have all the time in the world. She’s not so inebriated as to ignore the universe telling her that this is some kind of clue. She squints, all focused up, until — 

Well, she keeps squinting for awhile, head pivoting from the bouncer to the bar to the handle of liquor placed next to the complimentary peanuts. She tries to remain skeptical, unimpressed. Maybe it’ll lend credibility to the idea that she knows what the fuck is going on. 

Think about it like this. Spirit, unassuming and unimportant as she is, in the grand scheme of it all, has a damn near infinite pool of unpaid interns who can research and plot and do all sorts of tasks without Spirit having to lift a finger. However, interns are just interns. They’re only capable of so much, at the end of the day, and there’s not a soul, living or dead, who has the lived experiences or view from above to explain why the pompous alien-dressed-like-a-person at one of her favorite dive bars knows what she suspects to be mind control. 

“I know you didn’t set that up before all this, to fuck with me. I know you don’t  have something on this bar that would compel all the staff to be nice to you. I know you’re kind of just being a dick, with then bottle, and you could’ve been getting free drinks for me this whole time instead of me having a tab.” She’s scrambling, clearly, and that last little bit is more a personal feeling than some sort of psychic premonition or gossip. 

“That’s — all I’ve got.”

❛ Right. So you only know what I didn’t do. Forgive me for saying so, but that’s not terribly insightful. ❜

WINNER WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER. It’s not his fault she didn’t set stricter parameters. Gracious in his victory, he lifts the bottle and gestures it towards her with a hum. 

❛ Do you expect every random stranger you accost to supply you with drinks, regardless of their means? Nevertheless, here. GO AHEAD. You may have to live with the mystery, but at least you’ll do it with a nice malt. ❜

He pulls out a phone that’s only slightly anachronistic and begins to scroll. Game won, conversation over. Not much in the way of useful information gleaned — still, he’s had a good time. 

[koscchei]

FASCIINATING.

                ON THE BRIDGE, SPOCK FINDS things are as they should be. The bridge is sleek and clean, monitors steadily humming away as they work. An occasional beep punctuates the rhythms of the crew. His science console is smooth beneath his hands; beyond the great viewing pane streak the stars as they leap into warp. There is no reason, then, for Spock to experience a sense of burgeoning curiosity, as though something is out of place, his mind and spirit galloping ahead of his body which must remain still, still on the bridge. When the doors of the turbolift hiss open, he finds himself shifting his glance minutely, checking to see who has come. —red. Engineering. A simple communique would have sufficed.

“Has Commander Scott completed his upgrades?”

❛ Of course. All, ah — SHIP-SHAPE, as they say. ❜

Do they still say that? The smattering of human phrases that have wormed their way into her vocabulary are frustratingly without context. Not to worry though: the fact that she could pick her teeth with this guy’s ears suggest she could get away with saying something much weirder. While she can’t put her finger on an exact race, he doesn’t seem to be from one of the ones with a presence in any of the major colonies. Limited terrestrial contact, at a guess. She should be so lucky. 

❛ Just doing a round, making sure there aren’t any GLITCHES. Everything looking good from where you’re sitting? ❜

[litaratura]

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[koscchei]

BARFLY.

“It’s a group of guys. They own a bunch of shit bars on this side of town — a nicer one, too, a few blocks downtown. I’ve never been, but one of the shit ones got named after a dead dad, in memoriam, whatever, which is such a fucking insult. Come on, ask me something hard. All these fucking — fucking —”

If she reveals how tedious it is to hear old ghosts talk about old bones and what this place used to be and every sequence of drunken nonsense that gets observers here every night, she’d be letting this game-not-game play her. 

“Whatever. Ask me something hard. Ask me something I wouldn’t know if I was some gutsy gumshoe reporter talking to — to clerks with old records at city hall.” 

Spirit is leaning forward again, precarious but impossibly eager. This is something she could actually win. And she’ll learn the name of a planet.

❛ Patience, my dear, PATIENCE. What are you in such a rush for? We have all the time in the world. ❜

He lets the smoke waft slowly from the end of his cigar into her face, watches it warp her features and oh good, the barman has finally decided to do something about it, stomping over with a scowl. “Hey pal, you can’t do that shit in here”. Why not have some fun? 

Twisting, he looks deep into the man’s eyes and in a steady cadence says, ❛ Of course I can. And you can fetch me another drink — the entire bottle, in fact — and then you will leave us alone until I call you back. ❜

With a glazed expression he does exactly that, and Koschei smiles and SMILES. 

❛ What was I saying? Oh of course, the questions. Very well. If you know as much as I say you do, how on Earth did I do that? ❜

[koscchei]

CWPANAID.

      He has no idea who this person is,  and why they knocked before entering,  but Ianto assumed it was your typical tourist looking for information,  or someone that probably needs a bit of help.  So with his polite customer smile plastered on his lips,  Ianto started with a:  “morning.” and kept to himself until he eyed at the pamphlets the stranger flickered through.       “you know,  that pamphlet,  right that,  you should take as i definitely recommend visiting the heart of the capital;  cardiff castle.  two-thousand years old,  it is now.  beautiful scenery when it’s not pouring it down.”  He adds,  pointing to the pamphlet on the desk.  “all facts in there too,  but the romans,  nobles families.  it’s all up to date.” 

❛ Oh wow, two-thousand? Hard to imagine anything being that old, isn’t it? ❜

His SHOELACES have probably been around for longer. Funny, the things these humans are impressed by... If they only knew. That being said, if the mutterings he’s been picking up on are true, this one SHOULD know. Old habits die hard, he supposes —  or maybe the poor sod’s just a cheap guard dog, ignorant of the bounty he’s been entrusted with. Koschei picks up the brochure. 

❛ Anything else you recommend? I’ve never been out this way before and I’d like to try some new things. Get a feel for the place, you know? It’s all so ALIEN. ❜

[koscchei]

to do. three drafts, one starter  starters. open!! mutuals like this post for one or find yourself an ask meme. dm’s open to plotting still as well greetings to. @notimminent, @reporther, @bluntache && @claraosiwald!! update. i’m done with work early! messing about with setting up a carrd but i’ll start working on drafts in a bit. 

listening to. wait for me (reprise) / hadestown  ♪

[koscchei]

[koscchei]

do you have a link for your rules and about? i think you've might have had something in the header, but it's all wonky now.

of course!! sorry i was mucking about with the theme and probably messed some stuff up. about is here and rules are here (although they're both four-years old so they may need a bit of updating).