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Don't worry, guys! My clones and I are ready to take over the world! Everything's gonna be a-ok!
Antarctic Termite said
Alternatively, there wasn't any advice, Future-Kaga was just winging it because she knew you wouldn't remember, and couldn't herself remember what she was supposed to say.
Nah, like I said, future-me looked like she really knew what she was doing.
HollywoodMole said
Isn't Ireland already a name people use?
K-97 said
The general idea is correct; even the oldest names we still use have changed in spelling and pronunciation since their inception. For instance Henry would never have been considered a viable girl's name in the past and now it is. Using the example of Henry again and goggling its origins, it apparently has its origins in the German name Heimirich (meaning home ruler) which then became spelled as Heinrich. The name was then exported over to France as Henricus (based on the Latin version of the meaning of Heimirich) and then shortened to Henri, at this point over a number of years it was exported to England where it eventually became Henry (and Harry apparently has its origins here to). And that completely ignores the evolution of female variants of all the names above. So over a number of centuries from around the 9th Century to the end of the Middle Ages , Heimirich became Henry/Harry. You'd imagine the difference between the 20th and 51st century would be even bigger in terms of names.
Yeah, I mean, her point was a valid one, and I hadn't thought of it before. I was just amused by her examples - Orange Jello in particular.
"So wait... if he's from the 51st century, how is his name 'Jack'? You'd think that by the 51st century people would be all like, 'Hey, let's name our kids weird things like 'Ireland' and 'Orange Jello'!'"
“Nope. Not a mechanical problem…” Eight continued to muse as he pulled himself out from the underside of the TARDIS console, screwdriver in hand. “So what’s wrong?” he asked, placing his hands on top of the console again. He thought back to anything that might’ve happened recently to leave her in a less-than-optimal state. He paced around the interior a bit, struggling to think of what could’ve happened. His eyes wandering as he thought, his gaze landed on a cup of tea he’d left sitting on a table. He took a sip. It had started to get cold, as he never did finish it, instead having gotten distracted by… oh.
“Oh. Oh no.” he spoke up, hastily setting the tea down again as he scurried into the cloister room. “That shouldn’t even be possible.” he told himself. But, sure enough, an enormous crack was visible across the Eye of Harmony, leaking wisps of TARDIS energy. Rushing over to the Eye and looking it over more closely, he noticed familiar, translucent green slime remaining around the cracks. “The Master’s alive…?!” he whispered, astonished.
Frantically, he looked around the surrounding area for any more reptilian ghost slime. Tracking that maniac down had immediately become #1 priority. Unfortunately, though, he didn’t see any sort of trail that had been left. He ran his fingers through his hair in somewhat of a panic, thinking desperately of what to do next — where to even begin searching inside of something as grand as the TARDIS.
Thinking fast, he ran back into the console room, and did the only thing he could think of to do. “Master!” he called out, bellowing so loudly his voice nearly echoed inside the TARDIS corridors. “I know you’re in here somewhere!” he yelled. “I know you’re still alive! …Somehow!” he continued shouting, turning his head in various directions as he awaited some sort of response. When none came, he continued to call out to the emptiness: “Well come on, then! Show yourself already!!”
Because clearly this would be the best time for some stranger to just waltz right into the madman’s box.
“Oh. Oh no.” he spoke up, hastily setting the tea down again as he scurried into the cloister room. “That shouldn’t even be possible.” he told himself. But, sure enough, an enormous crack was visible across the Eye of Harmony, leaking wisps of TARDIS energy. Rushing over to the Eye and looking it over more closely, he noticed familiar, translucent green slime remaining around the cracks. “The Master’s alive…?!” he whispered, astonished.
Frantically, he looked around the surrounding area for any more reptilian ghost slime. Tracking that maniac down had immediately become #1 priority. Unfortunately, though, he didn’t see any sort of trail that had been left. He ran his fingers through his hair in somewhat of a panic, thinking desperately of what to do next — where to even begin searching inside of something as grand as the TARDIS.
Thinking fast, he ran back into the console room, and did the only thing he could think of to do. “Master!” he called out, bellowing so loudly his voice nearly echoed inside the TARDIS corridors. “I know you’re in here somewhere!” he yelled. “I know you’re still alive! …Somehow!” he continued shouting, turning his head in various directions as he awaited some sort of response. When none came, he continued to call out to the emptiness: “Well come on, then! Show yourself already!!”
Because clearly this would be the best time for some stranger to just waltz right into the madman’s box.
Aragorn said
Dreams always mean something. I've had several dreams in the past that have predicted the future.
And that's why it's driving me crazy that I didn't catch my future-self's advice.
Antarctic Termite said
I like to think that all dreams actually occur in one huge world, and the only reason we can't make sense of them is because we don't stick around for long enough to add sufficient context to the situations we're in. Ask your future self next time you see her.
Hah, I will.
Hopefully I'll be able to remember what she says next time. o.o Also I'd like to point out that that little idea of yours would make a fantastic RP premise, I think.
The hands thing at the start is weird, though, it sounds like something I'd only dream during a fever.
I suppose it's entirely possible that I was just sleeping on my hands weird (or maybe just one hand and my brain couldn't tell), thus causing them to go numb, which would explain why I couldn't move my fingers too well. Though the sounds of bone snapping was an interesting creative choice on my subconscious's part, if that's the case.
Oooooor maybe every part of this weird dream, including that part, has something to do with the fact that it's been such a long and hectic week, and now, at the end of it, I just feel so weird and exhausted. @_@ I mean I don't recall waking up to numb hands so yeah...
Posted. Sorry if it's a little short - I just figured a post was due already and I didn't want to put it off any longer.
Linda nodded slowly as she listened to Qyx’s explanation of the ship’s artificial gravity (or, resistance to gravity? Resistance to lack thereof? Something like that), as she still struggled somewhat to take the whole situation in. “Uh-huh…” she spoke in response, her voice sounding rather dazed and distant as her mind struggled to process everything still. She then shook her head briskly as she tried to pull herself back to reality, or wherever-the-hell she was. Searching for something at least mildly intelligent to say, she realized she hadn’t yet introduced herself.
“Oh and, um, my name’s Linda by the w- …wait is that an alien bar?” she asked as Qyx approached the drinks. “With alien liquor?” Given the circumstances, Linda wasn’t sure whether she should be more concerned with the fact that she was suddenly surrounded by alcohol — which she’d never tried before and she was a bit hesitant about starting right then and there — or the fact that she’d actually just said “alien liquor”. Absurdity of the phrase aside, it quickly made Linda wonder, Why is ‘alien liquor’ even a thing? Would alcohol even exist on other planets? How? Why? And why is that bar so earth-like? For that matter, why does this alien like earth so much? Earth kind of sucks. Humans kind of suck. But despite all that I’ve just been scooped up by an alien with a fully-stocked bar ready to take us on extra-terrestrial adventures and wait hold on a second does that guy have a pot plant? Shit. Space weed. Space weed is a thing in my life now. What is even happening. And who brings marijuana into space anyway? And why… she continued to let the stream of questions run through her head as events continued around her. She didn’t even notice right away when Qyx brought out that tray of cookie-like things.
She did, however, notice when the group was suddenly looking at all sorts of stars, planets, and the dust of the cosmos came into view. “Woah woah woah wait!” she exclaimed, racing towards the windows. “How… how far have we gotten from Earth already?!” she asked, astounded, while the voice in her head berated her for it. Wait, this ship probably moves faster than light or something… of course… how did I not think of that? She breathed heavily while looking out at the cosmos, the amazing sight starting to fill her with a sense of wonder that almost suppressed the instinctive panic that came over her when she realized how far she’d been whisked from her home planet. Almost. Mixed emotions swirling in her head, she couldn’t bring herself to do much else but stare. I’m really glad I thought to pack a toothbrush…
“Oh and, um, my name’s Linda by the w- …wait is that an alien bar?” she asked as Qyx approached the drinks. “With alien liquor?” Given the circumstances, Linda wasn’t sure whether she should be more concerned with the fact that she was suddenly surrounded by alcohol — which she’d never tried before and she was a bit hesitant about starting right then and there — or the fact that she’d actually just said “alien liquor”. Absurdity of the phrase aside, it quickly made Linda wonder, Why is ‘alien liquor’ even a thing? Would alcohol even exist on other planets? How? Why? And why is that bar so earth-like? For that matter, why does this alien like earth so much? Earth kind of sucks. Humans kind of suck. But despite all that I’ve just been scooped up by an alien with a fully-stocked bar ready to take us on extra-terrestrial adventures and wait hold on a second does that guy have a pot plant? Shit. Space weed. Space weed is a thing in my life now. What is even happening. And who brings marijuana into space anyway? And why… she continued to let the stream of questions run through her head as events continued around her. She didn’t even notice right away when Qyx brought out that tray of cookie-like things.
She did, however, notice when the group was suddenly looking at all sorts of stars, planets, and the dust of the cosmos came into view. “Woah woah woah wait!” she exclaimed, racing towards the windows. “How… how far have we gotten from Earth already?!” she asked, astounded, while the voice in her head berated her for it. Wait, this ship probably moves faster than light or something… of course… how did I not think of that? She breathed heavily while looking out at the cosmos, the amazing sight starting to fill her with a sense of wonder that almost suppressed the instinctive panic that came over her when she realized how far she’d been whisked from her home planet. Almost. Mixed emotions swirling in her head, she couldn’t bring herself to do much else but stare. I’m really glad I thought to pack a toothbrush…
Walker of Darkness said
Eh, good enough. I need to watch that again, it's been a good while.
Trigun is always worth re-watching.
Also I recommend the movie if you haven't seen it.
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