So the real surprises of picking up long-lingering projects (*waves slightly* it's been fourteen years BMFM fandom and I never got a chance to watch the 2006 revival so I will ignore it) was
transporting my notes and outlines into Scrivener that I use now
it has been a hot minute rewatching any episodes but between this writing and Trigun: Three of a Kind, I have found many details lodged into my long-term memory that I totally didn't expect
picking up the narrative, if only ALL my writing projects could flow like that
Moving things has been complicated because the desktop tower computer a lot of stuff was saved on died and I need to buy a new hard drive for it. The files are fine because of backups. Automatic backups are the best octane; set them up. But there are extra steps to me getting what I'm looking for which is annoying. Me putting details into the stories that I double check and find canon evidence has just been fun. And wow, I've been able to write longhand rough draft on paper, which I have been blocked in other projects to need to have my fingers on the laptop keyboard.
So for everyone who's been introduced to Hannah Davidson in Trigun: Three of a Kind, this is a story from when she was five-years-old, the fourth one in the Evil Jack series.
Three figures get out of the ship and walk to the back door of the garage that led into the downstairs kitchen. They all had big ears and tails and one was a lady. Hannah pushed the window. It slid up easily, letting in all the cold air of December. At least it had stopped raining tonight because these new mice hadn’t brought umbrellas. Dad said there was time for the rain to become snow before Christmas.
They stopped half in the circle from the light over the back door but she could see they all had the same kind of olive green pants. “We definitely miscalculated local time,” the tallest said in a low voice, a man mouse for sure. “Just how late is it?”
“I have only been here once,” the lady mouse answered, equally quietly, “and you expect me to have the local time calculations in my head?”
“I expected to call for a welcoming committee once we got past the Plutarkian patrols,” he said back with a sigh.
“And I want to actually succeed at this mission and not get apprehended,” she snapped back without making her voice louder.
The shortest one heaved out a sigh. “I’d feel bad about waking Charley-ma’am up. She works. Uncle Modo won’t be as asleep at the scoreboard.”
Hannah leaned out of the window. “He’s your Uncle Modo too?”
All three of them looked up at the window and the shortest one moved more into the light. He had pale tan fur, lighter than Dad’s but darker than Uncle Vinnie’s white, and his hair was a dark brown except for a streak of orange between his antennae. “You must be Hannah.” He smiled. “I’m Rimfire, and Modo is my uncle. Is your Mom awake?”
“You live on Mars.” Hannah looked over at the spaceship hidden in the shadows since they turned off the lights. “Nobody said you had a spaceship. Is it broken?”
“No, because I actually know how to fly them,” the lady said. “Can you get your mother? It is important.”
“Okay.” She hopped back from the window and ran around the couch to open Mom and Dad’s bedroom. “Hey! We got company from Mars! Though he wants to go see Uncle Modo and I think he got told no.”
After years of planning, compiling and remastering, Recycled Plastics is beaming with pride to present JYNX'S GARDEN, a twenty-five track retrospective of music by the inimitable MRS JYNX. Containing almost completely unreleased works, going back to as early as 2004, this collection has been lovingly tidied up and sequenced by The Analog Botanist, emphasizing depth and contour for maximum aural contentment.
Musically, Mrs Jynx's work is (perhaps topically described as) the sonic equivalent of those old Lisa Frank binders girls carried to school in the 1980's - bursting with every color you can imagine, psychedelic candy for the senses. Beneath the bright sunrays and endless blue skies, however, are some truly formidable compositional and sound-design talents. Jynx's music is inherently melodic, but there's never a dull moment in her bouncing drum machine rhythms or tight, funky basslines either. You also won't find a musician beholden to using the sounds of "classic" drum machines and synthesizers - rather, Mrs Jynx makes these machines do what she wants them to do, and say what she wants them to say.
Written and produced by Hannah Davidson. Recorded 2004-2013. All tracks written in Chorlton, Manchester, apart from 'V Is For Vienetta' which was written in Mytholmroyd, West Yorkshire & 'Silkworm' which was written in the Ardèche, France. Curated, sequenced and lovingly mastered by The Analog Botanist at Botany Bay in scenic Columbia, South Carolina, 2014-2016. Original painting graciously created by Nicholas Knudson. Design and layout gently implemented by Eric Adrian Lee. This is Recycled Plastics number RP8. (c) + (p) Mrs Jynx & Recycled Plastics 2017.
