Word count: 5,064
Scene count: 1 (Oh yes, it was a doozy. I walked down corridors and sat in waiting rooms. And Kael fought people to make a point. Love that girl.)
Quality count: Ahahahahah. Ahahahahahh. Ahhahahah! See that? That is me not caring. That is me laughing in your FACE.
It’s weird, because for the first time in forever, I’m back on the ship, where it all began. I haven’t been there since November. November, Srsly! That’s, like, last year. Dude….. Also, a lot has happened since then.
(Hurrah for stream-of-consciousness! I’m gonna say that I didn’t work today, or yesterday, and I was trying to front-load words in those non-working days because I’m working all day for the rest of the week. Yes, that is fear you see in my eyes.)
A lot has happened in terms of how I write, in what has happened in my life, and what has happened to my characters. Some of them still haven’t realized what has happened- I’m looking at you, Jennet- and some of them, well. Clones, you know what I mean. And Kael is just her own category. Of everything. But yeah, I’m back in an old setting, with old issues that I haven’t had to deal with, cause we haven’t had to deal with.
Like the whole motivation for why Jole went on this little jaunt? The one he told himself, at least? Yeah, that one didn’t come up. Kael and the rest of the Drudges’ precarious position as worthy-to-be-alive? Also taken for granted by the silly Clones. Social issues in Jennet’s world? She kinda danced on those, and now her dancing is frowned on.
In addition, everyone’s been living with the knowledge that they’re gonna die within days, and now, hey, oops, we’re still alive. How about that. *sheepish* Not to mention that certain people aren’t quite as comfortable to be home as they’re supposed to be, in fact they’re downright suspicious. You see, since the end of November I’ve only been dealing with straightforward Bad Guys. These are easy to react too. He’s a sadistic, messed up B**tard- RUN. Now we have my old friends the Good Guys back. The morally ambiguous people with lots of power, who might have your best interests at heart, it’s just that they say they do so sincerely…. Do I believe them? Do I do what I was told? Do I follow the nice man? Or- do I even have any other options? A lot more uncertainty, obviously.
As might be clear, (I’m not sure if is is clear,) I enjoyed myself. ^_^ I actually want to write more, only it’s hard to think, my eyes won’t stay open, and I have to get up at 6 tomorrow. Yes, Snazel, you don’t have to write about wrecked medical bays now. *vague smile*