Fic Excerpt: Wallace excels at Diamond Dots in Space and makes a prediction
This is an excerpt from my fic about the retired Jedi. They are doing a group project similar to Diamond Dots and most are failing spectacularly when they try to use the Force. Wallace is admittedly senile (he has no short term memory due to brain injury) but is surprisingly doing very well. Simet had been helping him and is able to move the dots with ease, to the astonishment of everyone. Cupro is younger than the other residents, he recently lost a leg and is only in the home until he recovers enough from his injuries to live alone again, so it's been weird for him to live among the old people, and he doesn't quite fit in. Master Bes is an older amputee that Cupro looks up to.
* * *
“This is lovely picture, Brother. Who is it for?” [Wallace asked].
“You’re making it for Cin,” the monk explained. “Luna is his tooka cat.”
“Cin has a tooka cat now?”
“He does.”
“Did you make the pattern, Brother?”
“No, Master Clearing. You showed your idea to Master Silvanus and he helped you lay it out.”
“Master Si has a good eye. You should see him paint.”
“Master Si doesn’t paint anymore,” Brother Trose explained. “But he did make many lovely paintings.”
“He’ll paint more later,” Wallace assured him.
Cupro, who had still been admiring the design, looked over at Master Silavanus’s shaking hands. “Really?” He knew Master Clearing was totally off his rocker, but that sometimes the Force revealed things through him.
“Yes,” Wallace nodded. “He just has to figure it out.”
Brother Trose shared a skeptical look with Cupro and shrugged. “He did do many wonderful paintings, but as far as I know he can’t paint anymore and even stopped drawing years ago.”
“You should have him do your portrait after you get your new leg,” Wallace advised. “Simet painted a lot of amputees and scarred Jedi. Helped them feel normal again in their new bodies.” Wallace continued to transfer the gems to the tile. In fact, he seemed in his element, working more efficiently than anyone else in the room.
“Why did he paint amputees?” Cupro asked. That sounded fine for a single work, but odd for a trend.
“He dated a man with one leg and one arm. Painted a nice portrait of him. They broke up but other amputees saw the painting and sought him out since he would make the paintings vibrant.” Wallace shrugged. “It’s not a fetish, it just happened. Plus, he worked with a lot of injured Jedi doing rehab.”
“Huh.” Cupro hadn’t really thought about it before. He had noticed Master Bes didn’t have many pictures of himself and most of the ones he did have were from before his accident. It was probably very normal, but not necessarily healthy.
“When is Master Silvanus going to start painting again?” Cupro asked.
Wallace never looked up from his task. “When he gets to it.” He could see Trose out of the corner of his eye. “This is a lovely picture, Brother. Who is it for?”
“It’s for Cin, Master Clearing. It’s his tooka cat.”
“She’s such a pretty cat.” He had filled in half of her name, starting from the bottom. “This is fun. Have I done this before?”
“If I’m not mistaken, this is your first project like this, Master Clearing.”
“Do you think Cin will like it?” Wallace frowned. “I don’t want to embarrass him in front of his friends.”
“He dotes on Miss Luna,” the monk assured him. “I think he’ll love it.”
(Si and Bes are original character in a Prequel Trilogy fanfic universe I write in. Both are retired Jedi and Bes lost his legs in an accident several years ago).
* * *
“Do you know any of your family?” Si asked.
“A little, mostly through letters.” Bes settled into the cushions, remembering. “I met my parents once when I was a young knight. Apparently, I was the youngest, a surprise baby, they were elderly, and wanted to meet me before they died and tell me about my clan so I would know my heritage. I think they were initially a little put off when I told them I was a homosexual, but when they realized as a Jedi that I wouldn’t be having children anyway, and that it was not an issue in the Order they were much less bothered. I think it would have been more of a problem to be gay on Kiffar at the time. They gave me a book with my family tree and history and sent me birth, death, and marriage announcements so I could update it. Two of my grandnieces came to visit with their children when I was in rehab for my legs. We still write every few months. The children send their little arts and crafts and I do the same, which is normal for Kiffar. Their families are expatriates, so I think they like the connection to another relative, even a distant, unattached one, and being younger and more cosmopolitan, they don’t mind that I’m gay.” He pointed out a flat pic of himself with two younger women holding toddlers in the Visitor’s Garden of the Healing Halls, all of them with the same clan markings. Bes looked thin, pale and stressed, but his facial injuries were mostly healed.
“You need to send them a new picture,” Simet told him after a long look. “They are probably worried for you if they last saw you that frail.”
Bes shrugged. “I don’t get my picture taken often.”
“I know.” Simet gave him a pointed look. “That’s why I suggested it.” He looked down at his own hands and sighed. “I’d offer, but . . .”
Bes snorted. “But we’d have to wait for me to be cleared for strenuous activity?”
Si looked slightly disturbed. “I don’t think that would be an appropriate means of getting a good picture for your psychometric grandnieces.”
Bes burst out laughing. “No, it really wouldn’t.”
“Loris is good with a camera. You should ask her sometime if she’s having a good day.”
“That sounds safer.”
“If you want an art piece that shows you are professionally respected but in an entirely platonic way, ask the Duckling. The psychometric Jedi say he imprints well on his work, and he knows you fairly well.”
“That’s a good idea. Maybe he can do one of me and Quinlan together.” Bes grinned in delight at the idea.
* * *
If you have read ‘All the Little Lights,’ you’ll know why Simet thinks he’s an inappropriate artist for psychometric relatives. Sorry, a bit of an inside joke.
LASZLO SIMET CAMMINA SUL DANUBIO video
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Il filferrista ungherese, Laszlo Simet ha attraversato il Danubio, da una riva all'altra, in equilibrio su una fune metallica tesa tra le due sponde del fiume. Il cavo su cui l'acrobata ha realizzato l'impresa era teso ad un'altezza di 30 metri, lungo 280 metri e spesso 22 millimetri.
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A BUDAPEST UN GRANDE EVENTO (MEDIATICO) CON LASZLO SIMET
A BUDAPEST UN GRANDE EVENTO (MEDIATICO) CON LASZLO SIMET
Un grande evento, anche mediatico, in occasione della Giornata Mondiale del Circo. Per la prima volta in Ungheria, un uomo cammina sul Danubio da una sponda all'altra, in equilibrio su un cavo teso tra le due sponde del fiume. Questo prodezza da record è opera di un artista ungherese, László Simet jr. che si esibirà all'evento di apertura delle Olimpiadi del Teatro, nell'ambito del programma 150 anni di Budapest
E’ possibile assistere in live streaming online godendo di una visuale da più angolazioni differenti grazie a un importante lavoro di regia televisiva.
Inoltre avremo l’occasione di una visuale davvero eccezionale, oscillando sulla sottile fune metallica sul Danubio, grazie ad una videocamera GoPro montata sul bilanciere dell’equilibrista Simet! Le altre visuali saranno rese possibili da riprese aeere in diretta dai droni, da piattaforme galleggianti sul fiume e dal punto di vista dell'artista! Grazie allo streaming online, l'esperienza è garantita, come mai prima d’ora. La trasmissione in diretta online è finanziata dal circo stabile di Budapest.
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- Guarda in diretta ciò che vede il funambolo: segui la traversata dal punto di osservazione dell'artista László da un'altezza di 30 metri.
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Elliot has gone to visit his best friend Simet after they have been avoiding each other for a while, offering to tune up his lightsaber, which Simet no longer has the dexterity to do himself. Both are facing growing old and infirm (and are in their late eighties and retired from official duties).
* * *
“Hi . . .” The tone was so surprised it was almost a question.
“Hello, Simet.” Elliot’s grin was genuine, touched his old friend’s obvious concern. “I had some time this afternoon and thought you might want your lightsabers tuned.”
Simet blinked at him, uncharacteristically uncertain. “There isn’t something else you would rather be doing with your time?” Or someone else you’d rather be spending it with?
“No.” Elliot just smiled back at his friend, trying not to wonder how long he had known and what else he could sense. “May I come in?”
“Yes, of course.” Simet backed up and let Elliot in. “Would you like some possibly terrible tea?” he asked as he took Elliot’s robe and hung it up, then followed him to the workbench and hurriedly removed the plants that had taken up residence since he had lost the ability to maintain his own weapons effectively.
“How terrible is terrible?” Elliot asked as he sat down and opened his toolkit.
“Hmm,” Simed held up his shaking hand, mulling it over. “It will be sloppily prepared and presented, but it’s still looseleaf. I haven’t resorted to tea bags. Yet.”
“With or without len root?” Elliot asked as Simet brought over his saber. It was clean, but the polish was uneven as Simet had lost the dexterity necessary to clean the hard-to-reach places.
“You are the guest, that is your choice.” Simet stepped into the kitchen and soon returned with several tins of tea. “I also have black breakfast tea if you were so inclined, like some people I know.”
Elliot snorted, knowing Simet meant Yoda and that too much caffeine made his friend’s tremor worse.
“The stonefruit and chamomile. I don’t want to up all night.”
Simet nodded and took the tea back to the kitchen. Elliot could hear a few thumps and bangs as the tea was prepared with less than Simet’s usual grace and more than a little telekinesis, but he seemed to be doing okay on his own. He turned his attention back to the saber, feeling it carefully with the Force. One of the brackets was starting to wear out and should be replaced before it caused the stone to shift and compromised the perfect harmony between the stones. The power supply could also stand to be replaced. Not that Simet expected to be using it a lot. It might very well not be turned on again for anything more than a check before they were both ash in the pyre and the historians were preparing Simet’s plaque. It certainlyq wouldn’t do to have a Kanu harmonized saber carried by a Battlemaster in less than optimal condition when the time came. Leila or Noughty could probably get it into optimal alignment if push came to shove, but the less to fix later the better.
Elliot opened the casing and stopped dead at the feel and sound of the stones. It felt like Simet, this was his lightsaber, it had been for decades, but Force, it still felt like Moosie on the inside. Simet had been neither a stone-reader nor a weaponsmith specialist, but he had always been exceptionally good at picking his own stones and able to hear nuance in stones he had communed with. He had an affinity for sapphires in general, as opposed to a specific color family as was the case for most Jedi. This had surprised the masters and utterly perplexed the docents when they were children, and it had resulted in him using personal weapons with a variety of different colored blades. It also led to rumors that if one strayed too far from the Jedi path, Old Master Silvanus would challenge you to a duel and would take your saber away when you lost. Which was technically true given his earlier career exploits, but it didn’t tend to happen in the salle, and he had his own blades to use, thank you very much.
Yoda and Elliot are having dinner. Elliot has been recently diagnosed with a serious chronic illness. Simet is Yoda's former padawan and Elliot's best friend from childhood. Elliot and Simet are a too old to be taking padawans (which is why Yoda is teasing about it) and Simet suffers from depression
“Hmm, a good argument that was, but so sure you are.”
Elliot looked confused as he felt Yoda scan him in the Force.
“Aha!” Yoda poked a clawed finger in Elliot’s direction. “Knew I did that something different was! A new training bond you have!”
Elliot looked a bit embarrassed. “It formed spontaneously.”
“Hee hee!” Yoda looked positively gleeful. “Looking for a new padawan you are?”
Elliot rolled his eyes. “At my age, no. You go take that nonsense to Simet. We both know he’s not as old as he pretends to be.”
“Eh, on the short list he still is, but looking at other options first I am.”
“How is Simet?” Elliot asked, concerned. “I haven’t seen him around recently.”
Yoda sighed. “Climbed back out of the hole he has. Better he is doing, but emotionally difficult retirement has been. Getting worse his hands are.”
“I should stop by and visit him. I’ve been avoiding him,” Elliot confessed. “He’s so strong in the Force and I didn’t want him to sense my illness and worry.”
Yoda carefully patted his hand. “Already knows he does.”
“Oh.” Elliot turned his hand over so he could hold his lover’s hand. “You told him?”
Yoda shook his head. “Told me he did. Sensed it he did before the healers. Told me to tell you he did. Skilled enough to identify the problem he was not but sense the imbalance he could.”
Elliot stilled, not quite sure how to feel about that. “Did you tell him?”
“Told him that go to the healers you had, so that stop worrying that know you did not he could. Pry for details he did not.” Yoda squeezed his hand. “Visit with you he has not either. Worry you with his depression he did not want when know he does that ill you are.”
“We’re both being very silly.”
“Yes,” Yoda agreed. “Enjoy your visit he would now that in a better mental place he is.”
“I should offer to tune up his lightsaber. I know he has trouble with it and the technicians can have difficulty with Kanu Resonance blades.”
“Enjoy that he would.” Yoda gave him a reassuring smile.
“He might need it if he takes on a padawan.”
“Ah, tell him that not. Thinks that off the hook he is.”
Fic Excerpt: Denna Teases Si About His Youthful Exploits
(Denna and Simet are helping a nervous instructor select pop culture images that retired Jedi might find interesting for a craft class).
“Ah!” Denna spied another familiar name further down and tapped it. “Hilla Roose.”
Simet peered down at the image. “That is a terrible depiction of Hilla.”
“I think it looks like her.” Despite being a Twilek, Denna considered herself a good judge of the human form. “And in a real mosaic it would be all sparkly, just like all her fancy holofilm dresses.”
“It looks like a mug shot.”
Denna cracked up. “Has the great Hilla Roose ever deigned to pose for a mug shot?”
“Only once that I know about. She didn’t have a choice in the matter, and it was before I knew her, much less when she was famous.”
“The angle is bad.” Denna was scrutinizing the image. “It does look like a mug shot. There are much better images of Hilla if you want to put her on your walls. Again.”
Simet rolled her eyes. “I’ve drawn better pictures of Hilla than that, and they are already on my walls.”
The instructor turned, having overheard their conversation. “Oh, a fan?” She seemed surprised Jedi would be interested in pop culture.
“Yes,” Denna nodded. “She was.”
The instructor looked back and forth between the two of them, trying to determine if she had somehow managed to misgender Si, who was looking annoyed. “What?”
“Hilla,” Denna clarified. “She was a very big fan of Master Si here.”
“She was not.”
“She greatly admired his—”
“Denna!”
Denna smirked. “His dancing skills. Master Si used to work with her choreographers.”
“Oh.” The instructor frowned at them both, trying to decide if they were pulling her leg (and if Jedi would really do that) of if they were simply going senile. “We do have some dancers in the Action and Sports folder, but they aren’t specific people.”
“Hmm, maybe Cupro will like that. He’s into sports and loud music. He’s still young.”
“Well, there are many more celebrities than just Hilla Roose.”
“I’m sure some of the younger residents and clergy will be interested,” Si assured her. “While Jedi as a whole are often less well-versed in pop culture than the galaxy at large, it is not alien to them.”
“Right,” the instructor nodded.
“We just tend to have our own culture, which is less well known outside the Order, but there is nothing I’ve seen that will cause shock or offense.”
“Good,” the instructor grinned, looking relieved.
“Maybe we’ll find some of your younger fans too.”
Si gave Denna a long-suffering look. “I do not now, nor have I have I ever had fans.”
“Yes, you did.”
“From his dancing?” the woman asked, thinking it was best to just play along.
“His dancing was okay,” Denna conceded. “Most of them just admired his ass.”
