GBB second check-in
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gabrielbigbangHi all! It's time for our second check-in!
Just as a reminder, our writers' first drafts are due on May 15 2016. Just over a month! Oh no! I mean... everything's under control, right? Right?
So, this second check-in is not compulsory, but it's strongly encouraged for purposes of Touching Base (you may leer if necessary). And this time you get to share a snippet of your fic!
Please answer the questions below in a comment - and add anything else you feel like adding - then share a snippet, of not-too-long length. (Look at me being completely pedantic.)
1. Have you started the story yet?
2. How confident are you of making the May 15 deadline?
3. What sort of difficulties (if any) are you encountering in writing the story?
4. Why is a blackboard?
5. If a bullet is fired nowhere near a queer female character and there are no cameras to see it, what happens?
Just as a reminder, our writers' first drafts are due on May 15 2016. Just over a month! Oh no! I mean... everything's under control, right? Right?
So, this second check-in is not compulsory, but it's strongly encouraged for purposes of Touching Base (you may leer if necessary). And this time you get to share a snippet of your fic!
Please answer the questions below in a comment - and add anything else you feel like adding - then share a snippet, of not-too-long length. (Look at me being completely pedantic.)
1. Have you started the story yet?
2. How confident are you of making the May 15 deadline?
3. What sort of difficulties (if any) are you encountering in writing the story?
4. Why is a blackboard?
5. If a bullet is fired nowhere near a queer female character and there are no cameras to see it, what happens?
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Date: 2016-04-03 10:00 pm (UTC)2. How confident are you of making the May 15 deadline? Pretty confident- there's a couple of exams coming up and at the rate it's going I'll have to write about 1k every day for the rest of the time, but hopefully once they're out of the way I'll have a bit more time to edit.
3. What sort of difficulties (if any) are you encountering in writing the story? No difficulties exactly, but how do you find betas?
4. Why is a blackboard? Because a tin can.
5. If a bullet is fired nowhere near a queer female character and there are no cameras to see it, what happens? It turns out that the bullet didn't want to hit the queer character all along. It helps them elope with their lover to somewhere with better policies before the cameras return.
It was evening by the time they got around to visiting Crawford Hall. Gabriel whistled as they stood in front of the imposing stone arch of the front doors and looked up at the ornate stained glass window on the second floor.
“Wow. Nice place. No wonder it’s haunted. If I died here, I wouldn’t mind squatting for all eternity either.”
They were met in the hallway by the janitor. At first Gabriel thought, by the hulking silhouette, that someone had found a line-backer to show them around, but a second glance showed that the man was wearing dull work overalls. Damn, what Gabriel would give to peel those off, see if the rest of him was as buff as the muscled forearms that were showcased by his rolled-up sleeves. He’d always had a thing for big guys.
The man must have felt the eyes on him because he looked up from where he had been reading the paper waiting for them, and he shot them a dimpled grin as he straightened to his full gigantic height. Woah.
“Hi. You guys must be the electricians.”
Gabriel beamed at him, holding out his hand. “That’s us! I’m Mike, this is Brad.”
“Call me Sam,” the giant said, slightly slanted eyes twinkling out at him from under a mop of messy brown hair as he engulfed Gabriel’s hand in a warm, firm handshake. Oh yeah, he was screwed. Hopefully literally.
Sam shook Cas’ hand as well, and he was probably imagining that the handshake was slightly less enthusiastic than his own, but then again Cas was doing his stiff and awkward ‘I might be an alien in human form’ impression that he did whenever he met new people, so he couldn’t really blame Sam for being a little put off. It looked like it was up to him and his sparkling conversation skills to save the day.
“So, Sam, how long have you been working here?” Smooth, Gabe, smooth.
Sam chuckled as he led them down the corridor. “I’ve been mopping these floors for six years. If I ever escape, I might need therapy to integrate back into society.”
“Six years, kiddo? You’ve gotta be only, what, twenty five?”
Cas threw him a frown telling him not to insult the possible lead’s life decisions but Sam just laughed. “I’m actually older than I look. Here you go, guys.” He let them into a spacious office and Gabriel reluctantly pulled the EMF meter from his pocket. They did still have work to do after all.