Monthly Archives: July 2016

This week in the Slacktiverse, July 30th, 2016

(posted by chris the cynic; written by members of The Slacktiverse)

The Blogaround

  • chris the cynic wrote:
    • I feel like I’ve done better this week than I have been doing lately, first I have three fics:
    • On the non-story front, the Kim Possible fan-fiction community awards had several categories tie and go to runoff, two of my things are in the running in those categories.  So do please vote for me by August 3rd.  It just so happens that August 3rd is my birthday, so you could consider it your present.

In Case You Missed This

No submissions this week.

Things You Can Do

Heather wrote:

SURJ (Showing Up for Racial Justice) is an organization aimed at mobilizing white people in the struggle for racial justice. They are currently looking for people to assist with phones in August. They need a total of 200 people to work one three hour shift to do the following:

  • Connect with people in SURJ Action’s network about racial justice work
  • Build SURJ Action’s Membership
  • Raise Resources to Support People of Color-Led Organizing
  • Recruit new volunteers to take bold powerful action in local work
  • Build your leadership and fundraising skills, create connections and community across the SURJ network and have fun!

–Co-authored by the Slacktiverse Community

Deconstruction Roundup for July 29th, 2016

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who has an appointment, but it’s a very long time away.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Froborr: Jed A. Blue

Philip Sandifer: Eruditorium Press

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

RubyTea: Heathen Critique

Vaka Rangi: Eruditorium Press

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you are really craving a particular soundtrack that has some that sounds happy but aren’t. Or for any other reason, really.

Dragonsdawn: The Impossible Plot Unveiled

Last time, a villain was once again forced into incompetence by the narrative, the colonists continued to fight Thread, and finally decided on the last-ditch option – asking the geneticist to build dragons. To everyone’s surprise, she agreed.

Dragonsdawn, Part Two: Content Notes: Murder, torture

Now that permission has been obtained, basically everyone with any knowledge of animals is put to work helping Kitti Ping. Everyone else is basically conscripted into fighting Thread or researching it. When Fall is going to drop over Stev Kimmer and Avril Bitra’s stake, the administration orders an evacuation, and Stev comes back laden with metals and minerals and mentions that Avril came back weeks ago, putting the administration on alert for her. Avril herself has left Landing and settled into a nearby stake to wait everyone out and see if she can steal the spacecraft, the narrative shows.

The narrative shifts to an impatient Benden and Boll being consoled to patience by Kitti Ping, who reminds them that they cannot rush gestation unless they like having their work go for nothing. Being dismissed sparks an idea in Benden to hold a day of rest and festivities so as to keep up morale. At the event itself, before the festivities get started in earnest, Ongola casually mentions that it would be a good idea to gather more often, and we have a slightly more subtle call forward to the Gather festivals.

However, we get nothing of the festivities, only the fatality reports from the Fall that happened at the same time due to crashes brought on by pilots horsing around, and Ongola having sought a hangover cure before work. And then someone comes in to see him because they found where Kenjo was hoarding space fuel. Ongola swiftly reassures her that the fuel is from the colonists, and not any aliens, and then tells her she found nothing and nobody gets to know. Tarvi arrives and suggests stripping the shuttles so as to repair and rebuild air sleds lost to collision and damage.

Soon after, Kitti Ping dies, having completed the program needed to generate dragons from dragonets. And Ezra reports to Benden and Boll that two probes have attempted to scan and collect data on the wandering planet. Both failed and were destroyed at the same place.

Oh, and that the Thread thing could last up to fifty years, if his program calculations are correct. This segment seems to be all about trying to be a tragedy from start to finish, the part in the narrative moving toward the lowest point in the story, as if the arrival of Thread hasn’t been a good enough low point. The deaths and bad news are all piling up at once, now that the plot flag of dragon eggs has been achieved. Now that we can be reasonably sure the colony will survive, individuals can now be killed off, it appears.

Plot-wise, Ezra suggests sending someone up to the colony ships to fix the remaining probes and send them to the red planet and the tail the planet is leaving behind. Kenjo will pilot, and both Bitra and Kimmer are passed on before Ongola is selected as the second for the mission.

So, since everyone is on high alert and ready to go, now is the time Avril decides she’s going to steal the ship and get away, worried that they’re isn’t going to be enough fuel left for her if she waits any longer. As soon as she decides to go, the perspective switches to Sallah, who recognizes Avril again by her gait, and this time is not dissuaded by appearances. Picking up a big wrench, she hustles after Avril, but isn’t able to stop Avril hitting Kenjo and Ongola hard enough to have blood coming out of their heads. Sallah throws herself inside the airlock just before Avril takes the ship up and then passes out. Children discover the two men soon after – Kenjo dead, Ongola severely hurt – after Ezra reports that the shuttle docked successfully with the carrier in space. This is finally enough to shock Benden into a need for a drink and a sit-down. He decides on asking whether or not Kenjo’s wife knows where the rest of the fuel is before trying to figure out who just committed murder and stole the ship.

“Then ask Jake if there are any unmodified sleds on the grid. Find out exactly where Stev Kimmer, Nabol Nahbi, and Bart Lemos are. And-” Paul held up a warning hand. “-if anyone’s seen Avril Bitra anywhere.”
“Avril?” Ezra echoed, and then clamped his mouth firmly shut.
Suddenly Paul swore in a torrent of abusive language that made even Ezra regard him with amazement, and slammed out of the room.

And now, it turns out, we have a very mad Admiral, but luckily, the guidance chip dummies that Ongola had been swapping in and out are still in place on the shuttle ship, so Avril has no way of getting away. Benden thinks there’s something that could have been done to stop Avril, but given the characterization that she’s had, there’s nothing short of letting her go that would have worked to stop Avril. After the self-flagellation from Benden, Boll notes that Sallah is unaccounted for as well.

“Unfortunately,” Emily said, “she had a hostage, whether she knows it or not. Sallah Telgar-Andiyar is also missing.”

Before we follow the narrative over to Avril and Sallah, I have to say that this plotline feels misplaced, as if it were should be put somewhere else, but an editorial decision decided that it would be better to have all the danger all at once.

Avril, as characterized here, is a mid-boss at best. She wants to fill up a craft with gemstones and fly back from where she came to live out a life of luxury. Good gemstones aren’t particularly hard to find or mine, apparently, so there’s no real reason why Avril would wait eight years before deciding to leave. If she needs Landing depopulated enough to steal the ship, then smarter villainy suggests that she would be trying very hard to get everyone else established in their stakes so that they go away and leave her to taking the craft. She would not be ignoring Landing so much as to miss the whole Thread thing – she’d be hip deep in it, looking for opportune times to steal the spacecraft. It feels like a plot that should be happening in the first year or two of the colony, a small test of the leadership to see if they can stop her from stealing and/or trying to get herself elected leader so that she can just take the shuttle herself. The whole Avril arc should have been concluded by now, so that when the world-threatening menace appears, it can be a proper threat. Depending on how things resolved with Avril attempting a democratic takeover, maybe Avril does this sequence as an opportunistic attempt, but this sequence should be in the context where Avril’s already been defeated a few times and is popping up again.

Not to mention that the narrative itself seems to have been struggling at this point. It started with three groups – the administrative team for when logistics was needed, Sean and Sorka for exploration, and Avril for the voice of the discontent, which is usually used to poke holes in the utopic visions of the others. Avril’s disappearance and Tubberman’s mental break took the teeth out of that voice, and once things started to settle, Sean and Sorka stopped appearing, too. Now Avril’s back, for no apparent reason, and the narrative is struggling to put her back into the Thread plot.

Finally, Holds and Weyrs are named after people, presumably, that the colonists look up to and respect. Given their characterization do far, why do Bitra and Nabol Holds exist at all?

The plot gives us this sequence to open the confrontation between Telgar and Bitra:

Sallah returned to consciousness aware of severe discomfort and a throbbing pain in her left foot. She was bound tightly and efficiently in an uncomfortable position, her hands behind her back and secured to her tied feet. She was floating with her side just brushing the floor of the spacecraft; the lack of gravity told her she was no longer on Pern. There was a rhythmic but unpleasant background noise, along with the sounds of things clattering and slipping about.
Then she recognized the monotonous and vicious sounds to be the curses of Avril Bitra.

No, sorry, that doesn’t work. Cursing, by nature, is not monotonous, and if it were, it could not be vicious as well. Sallah might think Avril’s choices in curses uninspired or ineffective, but they certainly aren’t going to be delivered in a monotone.

Avril kicks Sallah and threatens to space her for what Avril believes Sallah did to the ship. Sallah plays for time to start, and as Avril realizes that the ship can’t do anything, accompanied by a “…tirade of malevolent and resentful oaths spun from Avril’s lips” (See? Much better phrasing.), Avril decides she needs Sallah alive, but not before Avril spins her around in the microgravity until Sallah vomits.

“You bitch woman!” Avril stopped Sallah before she could expel more vomit into the air. “Okay! If that’s the way of it, you know what I need to know. And you’re going to tell me, or I’ll kill you by inches.” A spaceman’s knife, with its many handlepacked implements, sliced across the top of Sallah’s nose.
Then she felt the blade none too gently cutting the bindings on her hands and feet. Blood rushed through starved arteries, and her strained muscles reacted painfully. If she had not been in free-fall, she would have collapsed.

I’m not sure what happened here. Did Avril actually cut Sallah on her nose, which would cause blood to leak out into microgravity and create a bigger potential mess? Especially since head wounds tend to bleed worse than other ones? Or is this just the bad use of a word here?

I also don’t quite understand why Avril is getting upset at Sallah vomiting after Avril spun her around so quickly. Maybe it was fun until reality ensued? Or Avril, who just cut Sallah, got squicked by vomit?

In any case, Avril drags Sallah to the pilot’s seat, tethers her to it, and orders her to put a course in to the nearest system over. Sallah figures that even if the fuel tanks run out, Avril will be able to drift for centuries in deep sleep, eventually be rescued by someone picking up on a distress beacon, and sell off all the gems and metals at a very tidy profit. Everyone knew, apparently, what Avril’s plan was, but nobody appeared to care or think that Avril would try to pull it off. Except perhaps Ongola. Probably because they didn’t think it very likely or possible that someone would be able to pull off the sequence.

When the computer returns an error, Avril turns her rage back on Sallah.

Avril pressed Sallah’s foot against the base of the console module, increasing the pain to the point where Sallah felt herself losing consciousness. Avril viciously pinched her left breast. “You don’t pass out on me, Telgar!”
[…Sallah directs Avril to open a panel and see what’s gone…]
“How did they do it? What did they take, Telgar, or I’ll start carving you up.” Avril flattened Sallah’s left hand over the exposed chips, and her knife blade cut through the little finger to the bone. Pain and shock lanced through Sallah’s body. “You don’t need this one at all!”
“Blood hangs in the air just like vomit and urine, Bitra. And if you don’t stop, you’ll have both in free-fall.”
They locked eyes in a contest of wills.
“What…did…they…remove?” With each word Avril sawed against the little finger. Sallah screamed. It felt good to scream, and she knew it would complete the picture of her in Avril’s mind: soft. Sallah had never felt harder in her life.

So, I’m guessing that the earlier knife attack was an actual wound given there, too. Sallah should be bleeding particularly well at this point, with as much damage as Avril has been doing to her in her rage. This should be a matter of contamination risk a lot earlier than when it is mentioned, but I think we’re supposed to see Avril as letting out her true self, instead of the charmer and manipulator that she’s been cultivating this entire time (and that everyone has already apparently seen through), and so is no longer concerned with such things as whether or not the spacecraft she intends to fly out will actually be safe enough to get to her destination.

As things are, the narrative goes back to the planet, as the assembled administrators, Ezra, and Tarvi watch Avril take Sallah onto the Yokohama to find replacement parts for the missing guidance chips. Apparently, the chips and crystals are the wrong size, but things will apparently work well enough to get the tiny ship out and on its way before the real sabotage, already done by Ongola, is made clear – the ship, once pointed in a direction, will only travel on that line, instead of any particular course laid in.

After Sallah watches Avril and the small ship disappear, having been left behind by Avril, she opens communications to the planet and tells Ezra that he has three probes to fire. The people on the ground are not amused by this and want to talk about how to get her back down to the planet. She dispatches the probes according to the directions Ezra gives her, rigs the data transfer to be forwarded on to the planet, and then points out to the assembled on the ground that she doesn’t have enough oxygen in her tanks to get rescued, not mentioning the part where she’s also bleeding out from the wounds that Avril gave her. Tarvi gives an impassioned plea of his love for her and how stupid he was not to have said it and shown it more. Sallah hears it and responds to it before she dies.

As for Avril, it turns out that the vector that she chose, and expects the craft to follow, will take her into a crash with the Red Star. The only useful thing that comes out of that encounter, other than constant curses, is a fragmentary “It’s not the–” that is, naturally, left unexplained before the craft crashes and Avril is also no more.

All that’s left for this section is to give the news officially to Kenjo’s wife, learn about the existence of the other fuel cave, even if they don’t know where it is exactly, and then to have the bonfire lighting. Tarvi has the “honor” of the action, and here we see the first inklings of the custom that will result in the naming of the Holds and Weyrs.

“From now on,” he shouted hoarsely, “I am not Tarvi, nor Andiyar. I am Telgar, so that her name is spoken every day, so that her name is remembered by everyone for giving us her life today. Our children will now bear that name, too. Ram Telgar, Ben Telgar, Dana Telgar, and Cara Telgar, who will never know her mother.” He took a deep breath, filling his chest. “What is my name?”
“Telgar!” Paul replied as loud as he could.
“Telgar!” cried Emily beside him, Pierre’s baritone repeating it a breath behind her. “Telgar!”
“Telgar! Telgar! Telgar! Telgar! Telgar!” Nearly three thousand voices took up the shout in a chant, pumping their arms until Telgar thrust the burning torch into the bonfire. As the flame roared up through the dry wood and fern, the name crescendoed. “Telgar! Telgar! Telgar!”

The tragedy compounds. In a narrative where this was further up in the story, this would be a good lead into the arrival of something more dangerous and deadly – the story of sacrifices made before the world-ending rain arrived. Instead, the truth of Thread means that mourning and resolution is likely to be put on hold because survival is about to become foremost in everyone’s mind again. A big narrative beat is stolen away by not being in the right place.

Furthermore, it’s only after the tragedy that we find out that Tarvi really loves his wife (and has had multiple children with her! Those dawn attacks were apparently super-effective.) and is now regretting not showing it. It’s an action without any sort of precedent at all in Tarvi’s character. Admittedly, being grief-stricken will do shame things to you, but it would have been nicer to have had precedent, like a little more about how even though he basically acts/is ace, Tarvi has flashes of affection or desire for Sallah. People can be complex, and that’s okay.

Writer Workshop July 27th, 2016

(Posted by chris the cynic)

Those of you who also frequent Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings will find this somewhat familiar.  Here, as there, it was requested that there be a regular post to talk about writing projects (and other artwork-creation). Thus this post exists.

Pencil by Elisa Xyz

What are you working on? How are you feeling about it? What thoughts and/or snippets would you like to share? How does your activism work into your art? What tropes are you hoping to employ and/or avoid? Are there any questions you’d like to ask or frustrations you’d like to vent?  Writing workshop below!

This week in the Slacktiverse, July 25th, 2016

(posted by chris the cynic; written by members of The Slacktiverse)

The Blogaround

  • chris the cynic wrote:
    • In my Four Realms setting (first described here) I finally showed one of places other than Earth with the fragment Sam, Micah, and Limbo.  Beyond just giving you a view of another place in the setting and a slice of Sam and Micah’s story, it contains the first really concrete demonstration of the difference between the four “true” realms of the setting title and the six … other places that link them.
    • In the story Bent, not Broken, I had an installment where Kim responds to a security system too good for her bypass by intentionally and repeatedly tripping the alarms in hopes that the alarms will eventually become useless.
    • And I shared the image in my head of what a toadstool person is.  It’s a clear image  that might be a memory of a piece of artwork I actually saw somewhere, or might just be a result of having deja vu when someone else described the image in their head of a toadstool person.

In Case You Missed This

No submissions this week.

Things You Can Do

No submissions this week.

–Co-authored by the Slacktiverse Community

Deconstruction Roundup for July 22nd, 2016

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who is currently stuck in a very unhelpful mental loop while waiting for health services to call back.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Ana Mardoll: Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings

  • The Chronicles of Narnia
  • Fred Clark: Slacktivist

    Froborr: Jed A. Blue

    Philip Sandifer: Eruditorium Press

    Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

    RubyTea: Heathen Critique

    Vaka Rangi: Eruditorium Press

    Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

    Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you find that what you want and what you want are in complete conflict with each other. Or for any other reason, really.

    Dragonsdawn: Misfit Mobilization Moment

    Last section, Thread continued to fall, the glaring holes in the EEC report (and the narrative) became more apparent, and the colonists decided they needed a central government again to keep them safe from Thread.

    Dragonsdawn, Part Two: Content Notes: Feminine stereotypes

    So, this chapter starts with the Reality Ensues part of what happens when you try to get an untrained non-military force up to spec with things they are untrained with.

    “Practice” was not the appropriate term for the chaos that resulted. Kenjo was reduced to snarling preemptory orders over the comm unit as the inept but eager young pilots plummeted through the skies after Thread, frequently favoring one another with a glancing touch of HNO3.
    Fighting Thread required entirely different techniques from hunting wherry or scoring a hit on a large flying machine driven by a reasonably intelligent enemy.
    Nine domesticated dragonets fell victim to such inexpertise, and there was suddenly a marked decrease in the number of wild ones who joined the fray.
    In the first hour of the Fall, seven sleds were involved in midair collisions, three badly damaged and two with cracked siliplex canopies which made them unairworthy. Even Kenjo’s sled bore scorch marks. Four broken arms, six broken or sprained hands, three cracked collarbones, and a broken leg put fourteen gunners out of action; many others struggled on with lacerations and bruises. No one had thought about rigging any safety harnesses for the flame-gunners.

    Not everyone knows how to handle the sleds and the guns. And, apparently, nobody thought about what might happen to stop people from hitting each other or needed to accelerate and change direction in a hurry. This seems like a lack of basic thinking about the problem, or, possibly, the experts being unable to understand the beginner’s mind.

    Having seen that they need more structure to their efforts, the squad leaders decide to keep each of their squads within a narrow band of altitude to avoid accidental flaming of each other and send them to sweep back and forth across the Thread, tactics that will still be basically in use by their descendants nearly two thousand years later, without improvements or changes. It does work at keeping the accidents down, however, and the tactical improvements shift to figuring out just what’s needed for ground crews, resupply, logistics, and medics. And another reminder that dragonets do know what they are doing, as Benden observes Sean and Sorka directing their fair to efficient ground work.

    Much of the ground crew stays on for the night at their fighting line, with Sean and Sorka tending fire-dragonets by “slathering numb-weed on Threadscored wings and seared hide.” It’s only been a few days since Threadfall started, but all the vocabulary put into use by the descendants has already appeared, as well as the discovery of the numbweed plant (which may have been discovered in the eight years since Landing started) and its use. The narrative and the author, it seems, don’t want to go to the work of showing how these things arrived, and are just stashing them into the timeline wherever possible when the camera isn’t looking.

    After tending to the dragonets, Sorka asks Sean for a massage of her shoulder, which also becomes a massage of her neck, and the two steal off for some sexytimes. (I think this is the first official confirmation of the two as a couple.) The narrative shifts away from them and to the conference of leaders, who understand their current solution is not going to work on the long term, as it relies on recharging the power packs for the sleds. Boll remarks that the dragonets are the best defense, but they’re too small, which sparks an idea from a lot of the other assembled leaders. We don’t get to see them explain it, though, because the narrative decides things are more important elsewhere.

    More specifically, now is apparently the time to mention that Avril and company are still alive and gathering all sorts of gemstones to themselves. This morning is finding a beach with black diamonds for the taking. Avril collects everything she can, and apparently, Stev is unsurprised to find that the day after this discovery, Avril has disappeared, with a sled and the most precious gemstones collected.

    Stev grinned maliciously. She might have ignored the mayday from Landing, but he had not. He had followed what was happening on the southern continent, and kept an eye to the east whenever a cloud appeared. He had made contingency plans. He had doubted Avril had. He would have liked to see her expression when she found out that Landing was swarming with industrious people, the takeoff grid crammed with sleds and technicians. So he roared with amusement when one of the apprentices anxiously reported that she could not find Avril anywhere.
    Nabhi Nabol was not at all pleased.

    Cocowhat by depizan

    So, we are supposed to believe that Avril has not kept up with any news from Landing, despite having materials that came from there and would probably need to feed power from there. And despite a started desire to rule the planet as a substitute for not getting to rule by Benden’s side. And because she would need the craft that is stored at Landing to get out into orbit with her cargo. But in eight years, we’re supposed to believe that she has blithely assumed everyone would spread out and leave the craft there for the taking, and that the colony itself would succeed exactly according to its own timetable so that they’re wouldn’t be any people there that she couldn’t sneak in and steal the craft. Or some similarly improbable sequence of events. We’re supposed to believe that Avril hasn’t had enough interest in Landing to not know about Threadfall and all that has transpired, but Stev does. If the narrative explicitly mentioned that Stev had been hiding this information from Avril and redirecting her curiosity into greed and lust… it would still be unbelievable, but it would at least have a patina of a justification to it. Here, the narrative wants us to believe Avril is stupid, despite having portrayed her as a skilled manipulator of people earlier in the book, and giving her at least some credit to those skills. I can’t really believe that Avril would decide now is a good time to try and get away from Pern. It doesn’t work, and is the waste of a perfectly good scheme. There needs to be more explanation as to why Avril chooses this completely inopportune moment to go back.

    The narrative changes to Kenjo, getting up into space on a mission to analyze Thread to see if the predictive programs are accurate, trace the source of the Thread and then destroy it before it enters the atmosphere. Kenjo is pretty pleased with how much fuel he’s hoarded and how he’s using it to fly a different kind of aircraft over the skies of Pern, aided by his wife, who appears to be a stereotype of some sort.

    His wife, patient and calm, had ventured no opinion on his avocation, aiding him in its construction. A mechanical engineer, she managed the small hydroelectric plant that served their plateau home and three small stakes in the next valley. She had given him four children, three of them sons, was a good mother, and even managed to help him cultivate the fruit trees that he had raised as a credit crop.

    She’s a saint, and apparently does all the necessary work for keeping them alive while Kenjo goes gallivanting off in the skies. I wouldn’t be surprised at all to see toxic masculinity as Kenjo’s operating procedure in family relationships. There doesn’t seem to be any reason for her to keep Kenjo if she doesn’t want to. And the way that Kenjo is portrayed here, he wants to be back out in space, instead of in the ground, so maybe she will have the opportunity sooner rather than later.

    The narrative switches back to Avril’s return to Landing, where she is livid and confused as to why there are so many people and the ship she was planning on using is gone (Kenjo’s got it right now). With nothing else to do, Avril disguises herself as a mechanic and sets off to poke around. Sallah spots her immediately, based on height, build, and gait, but dismisses the suspicion because the woman then stops to work on some equipment. After that, Sallah returns her attention to Drake, who is teaching volunteers how to fight off Thread. Here we hear the first contraction into “agenothree”, because we’ve gone too long without a call forward, but Sallah can’t keep her attention on the briefing, instead drifting in thought to her children and her husband. And the trouble she is having getting him to be lusty with her – to the point where she’s taken up trying to sex him up right when he wakes up, before he goes about on his day. At the end of the meeting, Sallah goes off to reminisce with a friend, with a casual remark asking about where Sorka is before the narrative shifts over to Sean, aggravated that Benden is asking for a cavalry unit with flamethrowers, and Sorka, who is trying to calm him down. As she watches Sean fume, Sorka notes to herself that his anger is actually a sign of how comfortable he is with her, and that he’s normally a very agreeable, sociable person, unless someone presses his Berserk Button about animals and/or dragonets. There’s a side effect of Sean’s anger – all their dragonets are out of the house, so once he’s calmed a bit, Sean decides it’s a good time for nookie.

    But even when they were not in season, the creatures delighted in strong emotions, and with thirteen in a chorus of encouragement, the entire neighborhood would know what was happening in the Hanrahan-Connell quartets.

    That has to be awkward. There’s no getting around dragonet gossip, so everybody knows when someone is knocking boots with someone else. I wonder if that makes the gossip more or less juicy when the fire lizards are involved.

    After sex, Sorka frets that she hasn’t been formally married to Sean – her parents are on board, but his parents clearly have a different woman picked out for their son, someone in the Traveler community. Sorka also realizes that she really wants to have a baby with Sean, just in case something Thread happens to him, and now she understands they have enough credit to have their own stake together when they get paired.

    The narrative shifts to Kitti Ping, her daughter, and the assembled high administrators of Landing, having a private meeting in Ping’s house. The chairs are arranged so that the short Ping is sitting tallest of all of the assembled, which Benden notices, before complaining in his mind about the discomfort of the stools. Everyone assembled has come to the same conclusion – Total Party Kill, unless Kitti and her daughter can use genetic engineering techniques to make the dragonets into dragons, with size, loyalty, and flaming ability to match. Kitti agrees, shocking everyone, but doesn’t guarantee any sort of success at the matter. And that ends the chapter.

    Not exactly a cliffhanger, and the narrative runs into the problem of having to have things play out this way, or else it destroys its own timeline. The narrative has done a good job so far of keeping Thread menacing to the colonists, but it’s not always doing such a good job of holding the excitement of the reader.

    Board Business, July 20th, 2016

    (posted by chris the cynic)

    Irregular Business

    The sky doesn’t appear to be falling on my end.  Is that even possible?  I mean things could be better, sure; we could have a plethora of articles ready to go up or something, but this lack of things actively going wrong is … different.

    Regular Business

    There is no submission deadline for articles, open thread suggestions and writing prompt suggestions.  Send them any time.

    The Submission Deadline for the weekend post is 20:00 (8PM) US Eastern Time Saturday.

    Anyone who has submissions for the weekend post should send them in.  Some people wonder if they really deserve to be in the post.  The answer to that is always the same: You do.  So try not to be afraid and do try to send in submissions if you have them.

    The sections of the weekend post are as follows:

    The Blogaround

    Any denizen of the Slacktiverse who has posted an article to their own website since they last submitted to a weekend post is invited, enticed, and cajoled to send a short summary of that article along with its permalink to the group email. That summary and link will be included in the next weekend blogaround. This will help to keep members of our community aware of the many excellent websites hosted by other members.

    Remember, this is since you last submitted to a weekend post, not since the last weekend post. For example, if the last time you submitted was a month ago, everything you wrote since then is fair game.

    In Case You Missed This

    Readers of The Slacktiverse can send short summaries of, and permalinks to, articles that they feel might be of interest to other readers.  These should be sent, as you might expect, to the group email.

    Things You Can Do

    Anyone who knows of a worthy cause or important petition should send a short description of the petition/cause along with its url to the group email.

    Again, none for articles, open thread suggestions and writing prompts.
    20:00 (8 PM) US Eastern Time Saturday for the Weekend post.  Also, if there’s a deconstruction you feel should be in the roundup, you can suggest that at any time.
    In case the links don’t work: the group email is SlacktiverseAuthors (at) gmail (dot) com.
    It is perfectly acceptable to use this as an open thread, should you so desire.

    Writer Workshop July 20th, 2016

    (Posted by chris the cynic)

    Those of you who also frequent Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings will find this somewhat familiar.  Here, as there, it was requested that there be a regular post to talk about writing projects (and other artwork-creation). Thus this post exists.

    Pencil by Elisa Xyz

    What are you working on? How are you feeling about it? What thoughts and/or snippets would you like to share? How does your activism work into your art? What tropes are you hoping to employ and/or avoid? Are there any questions you’d like to ask or frustrations you’d like to vent?  Writing workshop below!

    Open Thread: Mid-Month Check In, July 2016

    (by chris the cynic)

    What have you been doing of late?  How are you?  Are you still alive?  So forth.

    [As a reminder, open thread prompts are meant to inspire conversation, not stifle it. Have no fear of going off topic for there is no off topic here.]