Yet Another Writing Meme
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1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.
4. (I don't tag, but if you feel so inclined, post!)
"Sorry about that, ma'am. I should have asked to be scanned privately," Alinadar apologized, after retrieving her carryall from the scanner belt.
"Don't concern yourself, please. Also, for this trip call me Salli. I don't want anyone thinking I'm a noblevixen," she corrected, as they walked into the lift. "C Deck, Passenger Quarters," she commanded it, as the doors shut. A second later it began moving down two decks to the luxury passenger section.
"We're not going to the promenade to watch undocking and acceleration?" Alinadar asked in surprise.
"No," Salli said sharply. She took a breath and added. "I'm not comfortable in large crowds."
"Oh, all right," Alinadar said, ears turning forward in curiosity. "I'll admit that makes my job easier, but I hope we won't be spending the whole trip in our cabins, though."
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said to the smaller vixen. "I'm bringing you along as a courtesy to my family. Please don't fell obligated to... hover."
"Ma'am, Salli I mean, it's my job to be your minder, to keep you safe. If you're going to stay in your cabin I'll be staying in mind as well." She followed after Salli as the lift doors opened and they headed into the plushly carpeted corridor, the walls paneled in light brown wood. The paneling, expensive to put in, and creating a deficit in the ship's mass/weight ratio every time the ship accelerated, was reflected in the price of the tickets for this trip. Salli didn't mind though. She had the money now, with her family's ascent to their district's Countess-ship, and she had every intention of indulging herself after years of privation. Which made Alinadar's comment inadvertently pointed.
* * *
She handed Colonel Kingston his water, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. "Sir, may I ask what you're doing here?"
Colonel Kingston sipped his water and then drew in a breath, straitening up. "This is an official visit, Alex. Everyone in the Astronaut office should be getting the email that's going to be transmitted in a few minutes, but since you had just come back from the ISS I wanted to tell you personally."
"Tell me what?" she asked. Space Cat, sensing Alex's worry, unexpectedly gave up his shun campaign and hopped up into her lap.
"Were you able to follow the debates in Congress about NASA's latest budget appropriation while you where up on the station?" he asked.
"A little," she said with a shrug. "Same old same old. They've cut the budget as much as they can without deorbiting the station or giving up on the Mars and Venus rovers. That's not going to happen unless the members of Congress want to piss off folks in their states looking for jobs at the contractors."
"Yeah, well, that's what I figured too," Colonel Kingston said uncomfortably. "Turns out we were wrong."
"Sir?" Alex asked, in the pause that followed.
seawasp1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.
4. (I don't tag, but if you feel so inclined, post!)
"Sorry about that, ma'am. I should have asked to be scanned privately," Alinadar apologized, after retrieving her carryall from the scanner belt.
"Don't concern yourself, please. Also, for this trip call me Salli. I don't want anyone thinking I'm a noblevixen," she corrected, as they walked into the lift. "C Deck, Passenger Quarters," she commanded it, as the doors shut. A second later it began moving down two decks to the luxury passenger section.
"We're not going to the promenade to watch undocking and acceleration?" Alinadar asked in surprise.
"No," Salli said sharply. She took a breath and added. "I'm not comfortable in large crowds."
"Oh, all right," Alinadar said, ears turning forward in curiosity. "I'll admit that makes my job easier, but I hope we won't be spending the whole trip in our cabins, though."
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said to the smaller vixen. "I'm bringing you along as a courtesy to my family. Please don't fell obligated to... hover."
"Ma'am, Salli I mean, it's my job to be your minder, to keep you safe. If you're going to stay in your cabin I'll be staying in mind as well." She followed after Salli as the lift doors opened and they headed into the plushly carpeted corridor, the walls paneled in light brown wood. The paneling, expensive to put in, and creating a deficit in the ship's mass/weight ratio every time the ship accelerated, was reflected in the price of the tickets for this trip. Salli didn't mind though. She had the money now, with her family's ascent to their district's Countess-ship, and she had every intention of indulging herself after years of privation. Which made Alinadar's comment inadvertently pointed.
* * *
She handed Colonel Kingston his water, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. "Sir, may I ask what you're doing here?"
Colonel Kingston sipped his water and then drew in a breath, straitening up. "This is an official visit, Alex. Everyone in the Astronaut office should be getting the email that's going to be transmitted in a few minutes, but since you had just come back from the ISS I wanted to tell you personally."
"Tell me what?" she asked. Space Cat, sensing Alex's worry, unexpectedly gave up his shun campaign and hopped up into her lap.
"Were you able to follow the debates in Congress about NASA's latest budget appropriation while you where up on the station?" he asked.
"A little," she said with a shrug. "Same old same old. They've cut the budget as much as they can without deorbiting the station or giving up on the Mars and Venus rovers. That's not going to happen unless the members of Congress want to piss off folks in their states looking for jobs at the contractors."
"Yeah, well, that's what I figured too," Colonel Kingston said uncomfortably. "Turns out we were wrong."
"Sir?" Alex asked, in the pause that followed.
