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sunday snippet and random updates
My acting kid is starting the audition process for next summer work--it's such a grind, but he handles it so well. This past summer he ended up working an outdoor, original-staging version of Hair, so he didn't shave or cut his hair from spring break through the middle of August, and I got these random updates from him, like I was annointed Robe Holder today--everybody got naked in front of me and threw their robes at me as they went onstage, whoo. (We did not mention this production in front of his very conservative grandparents for obvs reasons.) This year, he says he's jonesing for the Elizabethans, so Shakespeare or Marlowe (but really, Shakespeare b/c who actually does Marlowe these days?) This means I get random skype/zooms to watch him do his monologues, so I'm all in on Twelfth Night at weird times.
Kids, y'know? I'm an engineer married to an engineer. Who knew I was going to be drowning in the Bard?
Anyway, Sunday writing snippet, which is more of the ST:Discovery H/C that I've been fighting my way through. I actually started posting this in an effort to keep my brain terrorized enough to push through and wrap up the last few thousand words...
It wasn't the first time Chris had called for damage reports while he'd been picking himself up off the deck, but he'd known it was bad even before he opened his mouth.
"Warp and impulse engines down, Captain."
"I’ve got nothing for either sub-space and internal communications, sir."
"Captain, I'm reading hundreds of micro-fractures in the hull. I can't--I can't verify hull integrity, sir."
"Life support is showing at under ten percent across the board." Nicola spun around. "That can't be right, sir, but that's all I'm getting."
"Anybody have any good news for me?" Chris asked, helping Yeoman Colt to her feet and making sure she was steady.
"Well, we haven’t hit anything," Una said from the helm, where she had apparently weathered the entire ride with not so much as a hair out of place. "Yet."
"Always good to hear from you, Number One," Chris answered dryly, but he threw a quick nod at her, grateful that she’d once again supplied the most important thing in the moment, this time a much-needed break in the rising nervous tension. If the Old Man and Number One were snarking at each other, things weren't entirely lost; Chris could almost feel everyone taking a deep breath and leveling out a bit. Now, he just had to keep that momentum going.
Have a good week!
Kids, y'know? I'm an engineer married to an engineer. Who knew I was going to be drowning in the Bard?
Anyway, Sunday writing snippet, which is more of the ST:Discovery H/C that I've been fighting my way through. I actually started posting this in an effort to keep my brain terrorized enough to push through and wrap up the last few thousand words...
It wasn't the first time Chris had called for damage reports while he'd been picking himself up off the deck, but he'd known it was bad even before he opened his mouth.
"Warp and impulse engines down, Captain."
"I’ve got nothing for either sub-space and internal communications, sir."
"Captain, I'm reading hundreds of micro-fractures in the hull. I can't--I can't verify hull integrity, sir."
"Life support is showing at under ten percent across the board." Nicola spun around. "That can't be right, sir, but that's all I'm getting."
"Anybody have any good news for me?" Chris asked, helping Yeoman Colt to her feet and making sure she was steady.
"Well, we haven’t hit anything," Una said from the helm, where she had apparently weathered the entire ride with not so much as a hair out of place. "Yet."
"Always good to hear from you, Number One," Chris answered dryly, but he threw a quick nod at her, grateful that she’d once again supplied the most important thing in the moment, this time a much-needed break in the rising nervous tension. If the Old Man and Number One were snarking at each other, things weren't entirely lost; Chris could almost feel everyone taking a deep breath and leveling out a bit. Now, he just had to keep that momentum going.
Have a good week!