some quick Margot expressions. Margot is the lesbian space dwarf scientist protagonist of the science-fantasy serial Chaos Theory. Laugh, gasp and cry as this very tired un-graduate student attempts to science her way through a world that runs on pure wishes, good dreams, and dragon farts. Read it on Fictionite!
Excerpt from Episode 1: Murphy’s Law:
Finally it was time. The committee members began filtering into the room, though perhaps ‘filtering’ was the wrong word for it. Wizards, as a rule, did not filter. They pomped. They swaggered. They blustered. They swept. They hardly ever did anything as meek as filtering.
Margot anxiously counted the committee members as they pomped, swaggered, blustered, and swept inside, swirling their robes and adjusting their pointy hats as they took their seats. Margot briefly locked eyes with Ignatiolus Thrum, the head of the experimental magic department. He offered her an indulgent smile behind his beard and rolled his eyes as though to say, very well, get on with it.
She would get on with it. She would get on with it so hard that none of them would know what had hit them.
She tapped her foot nervously. Where was Galloway?
The centaur appeared seven minutes past the hour, by which time several of the committee wizards had started to get uncomfortable and distracted, absent-mindedly casting spark spells and vainly arranging their hats. As Galloway whinnied apologetically and took his seat (or, well, remained standing), a full half of the committee was no longer paying her much attention.
Well. She would just have to demand their attention. That’s what the demonstration was for, after all. She knew it had been a good idea.
“Greetings, Honorable Magisters,” Margot began. One of the wizards yawned.
“What I am going to present today, the culmination of all my student work, is liable to change the history of magic and science forever. I’ll be getting to the presentation of my thesis momentarily, but first—”
Two of the wizards audibly sighed. One even groaned softly.
“But first,” Margot ground onward, “I have a demonstration. A prototype of future innovation. May I present,” she gestured grandly to the device, “the Magisynthesizer.”
“Ah,” said Thrum. “And what does this hunk of metal do, exactly, Miss…” He glanced at the paper in front of him. “Margarine?”
Margot sighed. “Marsgrǿldǽg,” she corrected, wincing. “But please, just call me Margot.”
“Well, I certainly can’t be expected to pronounce these ethnic names, Miss Marbledarg,” the wizard said. “You’ll just have to make do with my best attempt.”
