Cait's stand-in double Valerija Jemeljianenko did a podcast posted on May 14. Here are the highlights:
- She started in S4 and only does far shots, title cards or close up shots of hands, toes and never see Cait's face. Most of the time these clips don't make the cut. Has never done romantic or nude scenes. She's not a stunt double but a stand-in double. A stunt double needs to be registered as one.
- Only times she's been on set at the same time with Cait has been when Cait directed. Did stand in for Claire so Cait could watch the monitor in order to see how she'd look while filming.
- Also was mostly on set during S6 when Cait was pregnant ready to jump in if she was sick or needed to rest but she was not needed as Cait did everything herself.
- Cait is no diva and works her tail off.
- Valerija saw Cait acting the scene in the garden where Claire tries to save Malva's baby and was in awe with Cait wondering how she could perform such a horrific scene while being pregnant herself.
- The JC barn scene with Malva watching them was all Cait. Production managed to work around her pregnancy with props.
- During 512 Claire rape episode filmed at night, the mood on set was dark due to the nature of the plot.
FFxivWrite 2021
Prompt #26: (you pick!)
“You’re hurt, you idiot. Come here.”
“What? I’m fine! It’s barely a scratch. You worry too much.” Zularti swatted Faye’s hands away as she reached for him.
“That’s a lot of ‘barely a scratches.’ Now stop it and be quiet.” She jabbed at one of his fresh bruises, and the two wrestled for a moment, batting each other’s hands away until eventually Faye’s stubbornness reigned supreme and her palms began to glow with that familiar, gentle, white light, her conjury at work. Once his wounds were mended, that warm glow faded and she withdrew her hands. “What happened, anyway? What did you do?”
“There were some bandits causing trouble, so I took care of ‘em!” he answered, punching one fist victoriously into his opposite palm.
“What, all by yourself?” she asked, rolling her eyes at her fellow teenager.
“Well, duh! Who else would I have help me?”
“Me, you moron.”
“You?” He barked out an obnoxious laugh. “What would you do? Nag them to death?”
“Very funny. I am a mage, you know?”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re soooo good at patching me up.” He took his own turn to roll his eyes at the other Midlander. “Just leave the fighting to me, okay?”
“Hmph. I hope you know, if I could take back my healing, I would.”
“Good! I didn’t want it, anyway!”
Day 72, and I’m 11′1″ tall now. My tits grew another size, though I don’t know how much that matters now, since I can’t really wear bras anymore. They’re so fun to play with.
I also feel kinda bad for how big they are. Especially since yesterday I tripped and... I squashed something underneath them. Just heard a crunch, and I had to go wash myself off. Don’t even know what it was, that’s how much I destroyed it. At least it was just a dumb animal. Should’ve gotten out of my way, since I’m the Queen of the Forest. *laugh* Kinda like the lion. But at least I’m sexier.
The manor was fully awake and abuzz with activity when the young lord shuffled from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Servants hurried back and forth with somber diligence, setting out silver urns of coffee and hot water for tea, multi-tiered trays packed with small sandwiches and biscuits, and boards of cheese and meats.
Raven scratched his head and yawned as the stream of silent servants flowed around him and he checked the standing clock in the hallway. Six in the morning? He squinted at it until it was clear he was reading it correctly. He dared not stop one of the maids so he set out to look for his parents. He found them in the parlor huddled into loose groups with a handful of other adults he vaguely recognized.
They spoke to each other in hushed tones, the men shaking their heads and patting backs, the women sniffing delicately into handkerchiefs and holding each other by the wrists.
“Who died?” Raven asked. The entire group turned their head toward him and the boy reared back slightly under the weight of scrutiny.
“Brynn!” Raven’s mother whisper-yelled. Brynn, Raven’s father held his hand up to her in acknowledgement, bowed his pardon to the others and whisked Raven into the hall by his elbow.
Brynn sank to his knee to address his son more or less eye to eye. “For Fury’s sake, boy!” he said as quietly as he could manage while still basically yelling. He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. It was what Brynn did when he was attempting to control his temper to a reasonable degree in order to converse with his son in a rational manner. Raven saw this look a lot.
“Lady Messier has passed, Raven,” Brynn said gravely.
“Ok,” Raven replied, not entirely certain who that was but getting the jist. “So, then...black suit?”
Brynn held him still, his hands resting on the boy’s arms. “No, you’re saying here,” he said. “No, don’t argue, listen. Lady Messier’s daughter and her husband, Lord Chaucer, will be here soon. We’re all going to the cathedral together in the carriage. I need you to get dressed and direct the servants. Can you do that?”
“Why can’t I go?” Asked Raven.
“You know bloody well why you can’t go. Lady Messier was a dear family friend to your mother and deserves to be laid to rest with due respect,” Brynn said.
Raven opened his mouth to protest but was cut short by Brynn’s raised finger and a warning look in his eyes.
“Not a word, understand? Family and close friends will be coming here after the service, so you will remain here and ensure everything is set up.” He considered for a moment. “After which you will go to your room for the duration. I’ll have food sent to you.”
Raven’s mouth hung open, “that’s not fair!”
“No it’s not, but it’s what is going to transpire.” He stood and walked back toward the parlor, leaving Raven in the hall. Brynn raised his finger again, an unspoken warning that spoke volumes, before disappearing into the parlor.
Raven sighed heavily and started for his room to get dressed. As he passed the foyer, there was a knock on the door and he stopped. He looked around for Carlisle, the family’s butler, and found him on the other side of the room, directing the cadre of servants. The boy shrugged and headed for the door and pulled it open.
“Oh,” said the surprised woman on the other side whose eyes were tinged red, and held a silk cloth to her nose. She was being held tightly around her arms by a tall elezen with wisps of grey hair in his temples.
“You must be Raven,” the man said. “My, aren’t you growing.” The man smiled sadly, looking down at the boy. “Ah, we’re Lord and Lady Chaucer. Is your father at home?”
Raven nodded, “Mmm,” he said and turned away from the door, waving them both inside. “I’ll dig him up for you.” Raven heard a stifled gasp from behind and he froze in place with wide-eyed horror.
[Fun piece of trivia: This is based on a true story. I did that.]
FFxivWrite 2020
Prompt #26: When Pigs Fly
Masterpost
The First was just a little off. Sure, the people and places were different, but not alien. Fortunately, she’d found much of the language and culture to be the same. There were new names to learn, unfamiliar slang to pick up, and unknown history to research, but that was simple enough. Someone with wit and charm like Faye’s could fit in with relative ease. In some ways, the minuteness of the differences made life on the First Shard even more settling. It was easy to forget she was in a brand new, entirely separate world, until every now and then, as a glaring reminder of her foreign surroundings, a peculiar sight the Midlander happened upon would catch her off guard.
Something rotund floated by her midair, flapping its wings… no, were those ears? A chubby pink pig flew by, beady-eyed and chubby-cheeked, fluttering its oversized ears as if they were wings. Faye blinked owlishly as she watched the porxie drift onward, curly tail swaying behind it. No, she wasn’t on the Source anymore.
FFxivWrite2019
Prompt #26: Slosh
The Twelveswood often saw enough rain to support its wide array of greenery, but such was not always the case. In the heat of the summer moons, the unlucky plants--or, perhaps, the weaker ones--would dry and wilt. X’unmei couldn’t save every flower, but she could at least tend the ones in her own little pocket of the Black Shroud. She trekked through the Lavender Beds, cool water sloshing about in the heavy watering can, its handle clasped between both her small hands. One by one, she sprinkled water over each plant that needed some extra love, pausing to refill her can when it had emptied. It was long and tiring work, but as far as Mei was concerned, it was worth it. She would save everyone and everything she could.
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FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge
Prompt #26: Sacred
“You must learn to respect the Elementals and nature, Miss Covington. One can never properly wield conjury without paying due diligence and reverence to the Twelveswood,” her tutor scolded.
The young child groaned, puffing out her cheeks as she pouted. What had nature ever done for her but leave stains of grass and dirt on her skirts and nick at her skin with thorns and briers? “But I don’t care about the forest or conjury. My father is making me learn,” Faye whined.
The girl drew an exasperated sigh from her mentor. “The Elementals grant us a kindness by allowing us to live within the Black Shroud, and even further by granting those who meet their favor the ability to drawn upon their power. We owe our gratitude to them.”
The stubborn child looked unimpressed and unmoved by the explanation, her pale brows furrowing as she stared. She didn’t respond.
The tutor sighed again. Maybe a different approach was needed. “The faster you learn, the sooner your father might stop our lessons.”
