Loki dreaming

I dreamed me and half the MCU were stuck inside The Sims. ( Read more... )

It was interesting Loki being there and having his power split up between those he'd usually consider beneath him, a lower level of real. It's like how the player is a storyteller in these wide open games. It was being meta about the fragmentation of story in a gaming environment, which was kind of fascinating at the time.


But now I'm awake I feel vaguely like I should apologise to Loki and give it back, and quite a lot like I should try and write something today. After all, I haven't done what the power was given for, get whatever aggressive paranoid magic got aimed at our warrior out of him and back in the storyteller where it belongs...

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I wrote a thousand words! Actual fiction words, all in a row!

this very seldom happens.

I'm a bit annoyed with where I started. I invented a whole other system of gender, and now I seem to have invented very familiar sexism to go with it. ( Read more... )

On the other hand, in that thousand, I already have a culture of Alchemists who have college open days where tutors talk to each other in sign language cause they've blown themselves up too much. They have a building with big thick walls. And presumably firework factory roofs. And a hundred yards of clear space around them, because that's how big the effect gets, if an elixir blows.

It is not yet quite clear that the reason they try to kick her out right away is roughly like if a princess tried to sign up for mine clearance. I'll have to work that in to the next bit.


Maybe it'll get interesting.

Maybe I'll even finish it this time.