To conclude or not to conclude...

[gilpin25]

Nearly three weeks with a LJ, and I've come to some conclusions:

1. I can't think of interesting posts that don't involve me doing embarrassing things, so I'm drawing conclusions instead.

2. I still don't know what half the buttons do.

3. mrstater can make a post about getting something stuck on her skirt and domestic problems, and get over 90 comments. Are there a lot of Molly Weasley's out there? ;)

4. Several people friended me after I posted a meme which apparently believes I have a robot army and the power of tan. I don't know whether to be worried or not. ;)

5. I could spend all day doing meme's and discovering that my alter ego is Hermione, my aura is yellow, I'm a film writer, I'm 20% abnormal (they don't say where the abnormality is located), my superhero is The Silver Jet, I'm 73% Scorpio (the other 27% is presumably looking for a home and a star sign), my Italian name is Allegra Esposito, and my famous last words will be "Nice doggy." Although molly_coddles says I can lie, lose a decade of predicted life, but say something far more interesting like "Doctor, please do something..."

Anyway, it's fortunate I haven't done any of that, because I've been too busy finishing my last big chapter of our joint fic "Up All Night." There's one part of it I'll be happy if I never see again, but it appears I'm going to as mrstater and I have come to a joint decision to start posting the fic when I'm back from holiday (Lake District here I come and, yes, I know the one and a half people who are reading this are heaving a sigh of relief;)). So Monday 18th will be D-Day in more ways than one.

And as everyone seems to have mastered a LJ cut, apart from me, there's another short extract behind this (if it works):





He smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever said this before, in fact I’m sure I haven’t, but please feel free to feel sorry for me in that particular way again at any time.”

She straightened up and sobered up almost instantly, her hand falling away from her mouth. Her eyes met his. They were still rather watery but they were sparkling at him, alive with amusement and … possibly something else.

Remus hesitated, reminded himself sternly that he'd given that sort of thing up for the evening and, instead, planned his next line and what she was likely to say in return. Just to make sure, he even planned the line after that. And a back-up one in case he needed to improvise, plus a spontaneous joke in case he needed to appear ... naturally spontaneous. There was also time for an emergency get-out clause, in case it all went pear shaped, though possibly that wasn’t the best choice of words after recent events.

He took a step towards her. At exactly the same time as his feet moved, there was a sharp crack next to his right ear, and his head snapped round in alarm to see what had made it.

Comments

[jdbracknell.livejournal.com]

Ooh, a sneak preview!

That all sounds very intriguing (did Remus accidently accuse Tonks of having child-bearing hips, I wonder?), and I'm still wondering where the glitterball sex comes in - I can't wait to read the whole thing. Cheered me up nicely after a rather crap day.

Hope you have a nice holiday :).

[mrstater.livejournal.com]

did Remus accidently accuse Tonks of having child-bearing hips, I wonder?

Werepup-bearing hips, get it right.

[gilpin25.livejournal.com]

...I'm still wondering where the glitterball sex comes in - I can't wait to read the whole thing

Actually he's just tripped over the glitterball, trying to impress her with his Travolta-like moves to "You Should Be Dancing." That's why she's a bit hysterical... But it's the code blue that's going to be the real killer, and I've left that to my partner in crime. ;)

Hope you have a nice holiday

Thank you. :) If I don't iron anything soon we won't be taking any clothes with us, plus I'm worrying about that computer withdrawal thing!

[godricgal.livejournal.com]

You always seem to be ironing, what's with that? ;)

[gilpin25.livejournal.com]

Well don't live with a man who has to wear shirts at work. But the real snag is I'm always saying 'I should be ironing' or 'I must do some ironing.' I don't seem to get to the more important 'I am ironing stage...'

I blame the people who made me get a LJ against my better judgement. ;)

[godricgal.livejournal.com]

I thought just after I posted, hmm, she always says she's about to, does she ever actually get round to doing it? Perhaps you could train the robots to take over the ironing duties;)

Anyway, why all this blame on me? All I ever did was ask you where your weak points were.....*looks innocent*

[gilpin25.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well I think we've just proved my weak point is my ability to be diverted by just about anything. I'm supposed to be ironing now amd look where I am!

How's my animated icon or have I got to send the robots round for it? ;)

[molly-coddles.livejournal.com]

Perhaps "ironing" is really a codeword for something else entirely...

[gilpin25.livejournal.com]

Will you behave! I'm trying to convince shoebox_addict I'm not the type of girl who'd write whip-cracking, disco-dancing-at-the-circus R/T fic (with vanishing clothes), and you keep trying to make me make poor taste robot dog jokes... And now you've brought the ironing in as well. In a minute, I'm going to have to go and do some. ;)

[molly-coddles.livejournal.com]

Why on Earth would you want to convince her of something like that??
*sigh* I suppose you could tell her that "ironing" is some sort of terminology for adding metal to your robots.

PS - don't forget the glittery balls...

[gilpin25.livejournal.com]

Why on Earth would you want to convince her of something like that??

I don't know really. I just sort of fancied having one person who didn't think I was some kind of Evil Genius with my own robot army and the power of tan. Plus a whip and glittery ball fetish. All in less than three weeks... Still, you're right, it's hopeless. *Sobs quietly in robotic fashion*

Something awful's happened now. Not only the ironing, but my husband's just walked in and mentioned I haven't spoken to him for an hour and a half (actually it's been longer than that, but I'll let him keep his illusions). I may have to go and do something!

[godricgal.livejournal.com]

I may have to go and do something!

"Ironing", perhaps;)

[godricgal.livejournal.com]

lets try that again, this time with at least one good user tag. Gilpin, I think I need lessons.....

Look at the vehmence of that response, molly_coddles, I think you could be on to something. ;)

And gilpin25it's your mind working in overdrive, molly_coddles might have meant something as innocent (?) as training your robots, perhaps. ;) But then again, probably not. :)

[gilpin25.livejournal.com]

Gilpin, I think I need lessons...

See your Mum. Her charges are very reasonable. ;)

I thought 'ironing' did mean training in a crease-free manner...

Did you ever answer my question about that icon or have I got to keep using my old standby?

[godricgal.livejournal.com]

I'm working on the icon, I am, really. I have it all ready to go, I just need to do the fancy bit.

Tomorrow, I'm not going to work, I don't think. I'll hark back to my school days, and leave it all til Sunday night. So I will please Mrs T and get some writing done, and work on the icon when dialogue is bugging me, which will be a lot.

[molly-coddles.livejournal.com]

I think I've struck a nerve. Could it be that "ironing" is the process of adding the tan overlay to GOLD robots?!
Considering her reaction, I'm prepared to assume it's something entirely less innocent. She did mention the involvement of a shirtless husband, after all.