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genessia2016-07-23 10:42 am
skilledwithwords) wrote in genessia2016-07-23 10:42 am
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Video & Action | For All Writers & Readers!
Who: Levy & EVERYONE (Feel free to make top posts for the gathering!)
What: Reading & Writing Event
Where: Scribes and Scripts in Fayren
When: July 24th
Warnings: None, Will update if needed.
VIDEO
[Levy smiles shyly a the screen.]
Good Morning Genessia. This is just a reminder that my writers and readers get together is this afternoon.
I hope to see you there.
WRITERS GATHERING | OPEN
[As promised Levy has everything set up for the gathering. There is cheese and crackers as well as some salted meats. There are, of course, napkins and plates and utensils. She’s very serious about not getting anything on the books. There is water provided but she doesn’t want it to spill so she purchased bottles from Genessia and brought them to Fayren. There is a bin for empty ones so she can recycle them later.
She’s at the counter greeting those who step inside and warmly welcoming them to the discussion. She wants people to meet and talk and share their love for reading and writing. She’s also taking submissions and will see about backing any local writers who want to get a start in writing. Their books will be featured at all three of her stores.]
[ooc: This is an open post prompt. Feel free to make a top level and mingle and interact with each other.]
ACTION | GETTING SICK
[After the gathering Levy closes the store and begins cleaning up. She feels feverish but she pushes through the discomfort to finish the task at hand. Her fingers cling to the book pressed tightly against her chest as her vision blurs. Her hand reaches out for support catching a book shelf and falling against it.
Her breath is heavy and she is finding it more and more difficult to breath. She drops the book to the floor and presses her fingers to her forehead.]
It’s hot…
[She decides to rest but instead of moving she kneels and curls up on the floor. To those passing the shop or coming to see her it looks as if she might be asleep.]
What: Reading & Writing Event
Where: Scribes and Scripts in Fayren
When: July 24th
Warnings: None, Will update if needed.
VIDEO
[Levy smiles shyly a the screen.]
Good Morning Genessia. This is just a reminder that my writers and readers get together is this afternoon.
I hope to see you there.
WRITERS GATHERING | OPEN
[As promised Levy has everything set up for the gathering. There is cheese and crackers as well as some salted meats. There are, of course, napkins and plates and utensils. She’s very serious about not getting anything on the books. There is water provided but she doesn’t want it to spill so she purchased bottles from Genessia and brought them to Fayren. There is a bin for empty ones so she can recycle them later.
She’s at the counter greeting those who step inside and warmly welcoming them to the discussion. She wants people to meet and talk and share their love for reading and writing. She’s also taking submissions and will see about backing any local writers who want to get a start in writing. Their books will be featured at all three of her stores.]
[ooc: This is an open post prompt. Feel free to make a top level and mingle and interact with each other.]
ACTION | GETTING SICK
[After the gathering Levy closes the store and begins cleaning up. She feels feverish but she pushes through the discomfort to finish the task at hand. Her fingers cling to the book pressed tightly against her chest as her vision blurs. Her hand reaches out for support catching a book shelf and falling against it.
Her breath is heavy and she is finding it more and more difficult to breath. She drops the book to the floor and presses her fingers to her forehead.]
It’s hot…
[She decides to rest but instead of moving she kneels and curls up on the floor. To those passing the shop or coming to see her it looks as if she might be asleep.]
[Action] [Open]
He'd invited Bracken, Satsuki, and a few others who were probably too busy. He's especially eager for Lucy to arrive, who told him she'd 'think about it'. She'd better come...
But for the most part, he's happy, enjoying the snacks and company and seeing what sort of literary output Genessia had brought.]
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Not content to merely consume, Ted would bring along four bits of writing for people to talk of, should the goings get slow.
A.) Ephemera: A poem on the nature of love.
"Do you think that is love's destiny? A continual parting?" It struck him very sadly.
B.) A MacBeth quote: "And you all know security/ is mortals' chiefest enemy."
"I wonder if everyone here knows that? Why do you suppose that is?"
C.) A piece from Phantastes:
“They who believe in the influences of the stars over the fates of men, are, in feeling at least, nearer the truth than they who regard the heavenly bodies as related to them merely by a common obedience to an external law. All that man sees has to do with man. Worlds cannot be without an intermundane relationship. The community of the centre of all creation suggests an interradiating connection and dependence of the parts. Else a grander idea is conceivable than that which is already imbodied. The blank, which is only a forgotten life, lying behind the consciousness, and the misty splendour, which is an undeveloped life, lying before it, may be full of mysterious revelations of other connexions with the worlds around us, than those of science and poetry. No shining belt or gleaming moon, no red and green glory in a self-encircling twin-star, but has a relation with the hidden things of a man's soul, and, it may be, with the secret history of his body as well. They are portions of the living house wherein he abides.”
"I agree with this whole-heartedly. What do you think is the 'intermundane relationship' posed to us by Genessia itself?"
D.) 1 Corinthians 13:12 " For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
[No one gets through Ted sharing his reading without Bible quotes. NOBODY.]
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The Bible was a title he would recognize, but he knew very little about it beyond that. All he could do was stare with a stunned expression, a deer in headlights look, until finally he asked..]
Wh... What does that mean?
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Glad you asked! First, some context.
That comes from the apostle Paul, fresh from instructing a fledgling church about the primacy of love over many things, like knowledge, for the knowledge of divine things is sufficient, but not yet complete.
Have you ever heard the phrase "information asymmetry"? It merely means the situation arising from one party knowing more than the other. In this case, God knows more about us than we. Indeed, the Jews, the forerunners to the Christians Paul is addressing, believed that one would die if they ever looked God in the face, so radiant is He. Even looking at God's back would blind.
That was the Old Testament. This is the New Testament, were men could draw nearer to God. In that vein, Paul looked forward to a more glorious future, where they would finally know God as completely as God knew them. They'd be light enough to see Him, face to face. In that phrase, Paul wonderfully and succinctly anticipates a coming completeness. The information, at last, will become symmetrical.
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Who... Who is Paul?
[Really, in his time with his friends the topic of religion rarely came up, and he never delved into it. Nor did he think too hard about joining any organized group. He had formed some beliefs of his own and didn't consider it further than that.]
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[Ted is never discouraged by any bewilderment, so long as one's curiosity held fast. He'd explain tirelessly, without loss in enthusiasm]
The Apostle Paul was one of the first and, arguably, the most instrumental in spreading the gospel of Christianity and getting it off the ground. It was all the more striking, for he was previously one of its most ardent enemies.
You see, Christianity's arrival was not well-received, most fully demonstrated with the crucifixion of Christ, its titular founder. He was raised later, of course, but even so, the world was none too happy with its adherents. Chief among the faith's enemies were the Pharisees: a group of Jews fanatically devoted to the letter of the Law, but not its spirit. Paul, who was known as "Saul" at first, was one such. He'd travel far and wide to arrest and persecute the Church, until God saw fit to strike him blind and correct his course.
So an enemy became an ally, and what an ally! After that, he endured the sort of trouble he was so intent on giving, all while sewing and tending to church after church and converting the nations. That was when he was given a new name, "Paul", for he was a new man promoting a new faith.
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Are you enjoying yourself?
[She knows what books he's most interested in talking about. They had worked together for some time.]
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"Goodness, no! Enjoy myself? I should hope not!" [Ted laughed. People really need to stop saying that.]
"But I'm enjoying all this, certainly. Bracken, the bigger blonde, was asking me about Corinthians; an especially arresting novelty, coming from a mage. That's enough to make one's day on its own. But the day is still young; I'm looking forward to what other scripts and scribes fall into my lap.
How about yourself, Levy? Is this shaping up the way you hoped?"
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[Her lips relax into an easy smile.] I'm glad you're enjoying this.
I think so. As long as people are having fun then yes. I think that it's great to be able to talk about the literary world.
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On top of his usual anxiety, he did like books but he couldn't be accused of being a particularly good 'reader'. Nor was he a writer. Words failed him and he rarely tried to write anything. He was among people he considered more creative and knowledgeable than he.
He brought with him a horror mystery novel that he had purchased, hugging it to his chest like a shield as he stepped inside. He was wondering if there would be anyone else who had read the same book that he could talk to. He wasn't finished yet and he was interested in hearing what other people had to say about it. He was too nervous to go up to and greet anyone, though, feeling like the odd man out in what was undoubtedly a bunch of people who already knew each other.
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[Levy flashes him a smile.]
I love books like that though I don't always fine good ones. [It's a guilty pleasure of hers.]
Sorry, I'm Levy. It's nice to meet you.
[He doesn't have to know a lot about books or an avid reader to arrive. All are welcome.]
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I... I think so... I'm not done yet.
[Not due to lack of effort. He was somewhere in the beginning/middle and had no idea what the answer to the mystery was yet.
Uncovering it, he held it for her to see.]
I-I like that the main... the main character has long, blond h-hair. Sh-She's like my friend.
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I've picked up book for similar reasons. Will you tell me how it is? If it's good I'd love to read it.
[She talks in an easy friendly manner.]
I like books and I can suggest things that you like if you let me know what you like.
[Action]
Th-Thistle... He liked the horror m-mysteries. And when, when we were all together, s-sometimes... We would read lots of d-different books.
[His tastes had been born from other people's, following along with what they liked. Of course, it didn't mean that he didn't enjoy what they read as a group. He found them interesting, and when he was with friend they could all talk about it.]
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It's meant to be a children's story though she'll be adapting the concept into a movie with Dave which will most likely not be a children's story.
She walks up to the first person she see's and tries to keep her usually cheer optimism and a confident smile.] Excuse me. Can you read this and tell me your thoughts? I promise it's short. [She adds the last part hastily not wanting to bother anyone for to long.]
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He spent some time on each page, and seemed to flip them sluggishly, though his demeanor didn't seem to show that he was losing interest. His eyes stayed on the story, and his legs kicked lazily under the chair.
About 20 minutes later he finished and looked up at her with a smile.]
I-I like it. Are... Are there going to be more pictures?
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Maybe she should have made it all rhymed or made the moral of the story more than just working together. The pictures aren't very good either but then those aren't even hers. Her skills extend to clumsily drawn stick figures at best.]
Ah you do? Um... I don't know. I can't draw bunnies.
[She chews on her lower lip trying to think of a solution.]
Do you think there should be more pictures? Bigger ones?
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He tried to continue as vaguely and softly as possible.]
I... I think they would be nice. I just... I think they would, they would be cute, th-that's all.
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[She isn't opposed to the idea but it isn't in her bag of tricks.]
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An interesting tale. Let's go over it, say, paragraph by paragraph. [He cleared his throat.]
The title isn't quite right. It may be a chronicle, singular, but certainly not chronicles. Something simpler would be more elegant; like "A Bunny Fable". Many of the best stories start out so simply.
The phrase "dared to look" is interesting. Is there some peril near the beach? It's very suggestive. The last line might go better like: "each had their own unique color."
With regards to colors...the blue bunny's sadness, the brown's enterprise, and the yellow's joy are readily sensible. I confess I don't quite see the mischief in green or the duality in red's sloth and energy. Indeed, red having two traits to everyone's one is dissonant. They should all be of a kind; more naturally poetic that way.
[Slight laugh] I like the idea of shells being white, or blank, only to be painted upon. It's almost sinister, as if white things were only so much canvas to be replaced with something else. Hah, what if a white bunny, most natural of all, should see them conquering his domain?[He'll skip the next paragraph for now, moving on to the Eureka moment in the next.]
Now, when they make violet--blue and purple, that is--why does it radiate? There's something interesting here I can't quite pierce; as if the mere act of combination made effulgence.
Ah, you'll want to avoid things like "it was beautiful" or "the amazing sight". These are things for the reader to feel, and cannot simply be told. In essence, you are telling the reader to do your work for you. I trust you can paint with words well enough to achieve the effect.
Oh, lest I forget: It's lovely how the brown bunny is the first to capitalize on the novelty. It avoids beautifully the cliche of the hard-working being dullards. [The rest is passed over. There were a few grammatical errors, like a missing possessive apostrophe and "they" instead of "that", but Ted's not big on details. He's big on big pictures, which he'd lament]
This...is a sadder story than I anticipated. The people in it seemed to go to the beach, and tire of it, not for its own sake, but for...collection? Mere novelty? How terrible. Like a man should quit his job for always having the same pay, or divorce his wife for having the same eye color. And they are reunited, not for love of any especially beachy quality, but for something else. [Ted looked concerned. Somebody was deeply affected by this seemingly innocent children's story]
It's just...men were made to enjoy rhythm. The alternation between constancy and change. Every year the same, every season different from the one before. A sane and eternal truth. The men in this tale were moved from constancy to change, yet...well, one wonders if they appreciate the whole thing. Perhaps that's farther than the story's meant to go.
Heh, excuse my didact. Speaking of which, the story's own didact is shocking in its unexpectedness. Cooperation, I take it, is the moral of the story, yet I can't recall the bunnies ever being especially divided or proud or lonely. Like a bolt from the blue. [Now he's done, handing the script back to her. That was probably a bit harsh, so he thought to end with something comforting.]
Thank you for sharing that with me. On the whole I think your story is good; there's something in it. It just needs a little more refinement to bring it forth and remove dross from gold.
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[She listens to his explanations but part of them don't make sense. As far as her aim for the story is.]
It's a children's story. You know that right? It's about how working together can achieve something great. Usually children's stories have a singular moral with easy vocabulary for kids.
[Airy knows it isn't perfect. That's why she's here but a lot of Ted's opinion's don't help considering her goal of making this a children's story.]
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Indeed, and for that it must be all the better. People learn practically everything when they're young, which is why it's so important to get these things right. I don't object to the words at all, but only the way they're employed. Great writing can always express the great with the simple; they often do in fairy tales.
The moral is singular, true, but it comes from one knows not where. The bunnies were working together before; they did so after, too, but in a different way. That sounds like a promotion for, say, creativity, or admixture, or even accident or interference. Perhaps if they bickered or had more solitary pursuits or...[Ted had come to epiphany]
Aha! That's what it needs perhaps most of all: dialogue. My own mother and father--mostly my mother--would so delightfully amuse with the voices of the colorful characters. I should like to hear these bunnies speak to one another, especially as a child. There's some argument to be made that bedtime stories should be sleepy, but I think your own would be enriched if the bunnies spoke. Unless you'd like to keep the bunnies dumb. But if they were not silent, doubtless the reader could discover them, including their sins, and thus why the moral was necessary.
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...Levy?! [robin darted over to her and she dropped to the ground beside her. she scooped up her friend and she placed her hand against levy's forehead.]
Gods.... you're burning up... Levy, can you hear me?
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Robin? Yeah... I'm fine I just feel... dizzy.
[Her head lolls to the side as she tries her best to look up at Robin. The room is spinning and she can't deny that she feels warm.]
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Levy, I need you to get on to my back, can you do that for me? [once her coat was off robin went and crouched in front of levy, urging her to get on.]
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[She pushes herself up, her limbs shaking slightly. Her efforts last all of 10 seconds before she slumps against the book shelves. She then moves to Robin's back, wrapping her arms around her friend and dropping her pathetic excuse for an argument.]
Thank you...
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