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  Yo, Aleh
Posted by: classicdrogn - 10-07-2025, 07:32 PM - Forum: General Chatter - No Replies

Your PM mailbox is full

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  Lullaby/Psychometry: Away From The Roll of The Sea
Posted by: Proginoskes - 10-06-2025, 10:22 PM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - No Replies

This is a beautiful song by Allister MacGillivray. I'm thinking specifically about the SATB choral arrangement by the composer.

Quote:Small craft in a harbour that's still and serene
Give no indication what their ways have been.
They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams,
Away from the roll of the sea.

Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air,
A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar,
But never they whisper of journeys afar,
Away from the roll of the sea.

Oh, had they the tongues for to speak,
What tales of adventure they'd weave.
But now they are anchored to sleep,
And slumber alee.

Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray;
Come harvest aplenty to them every day,
'Til guided by harbour lights they're home to stay,
Away from the roll of the sea.

Oh, had they the tongues for to speak,
What tales of adventure they'd weave.
But now they are anchored to sleep,
And slumber alee.

Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray;
Come harvest aplenty to them every day,
'Til guided by harbour lights they're home to stay,
Away from the roll of the sea.

Away from the roll of the sea.

As a lullaby, this song improves the restfulness and ease of all sleep in Doug's AoE. This "improved rest" effect also applies to vehicles and machinery at rest, automagically performing minor regular maintenance. But vehicles under this effect, especially small working boats, will "talk" to Doug "in their sleep", allowing him to learn about what happened on or around them since the last time they were in harbour (or equivalent, for non-watercraft vehicles).

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  Grotesque, Unbelieveable, Bizarre and Unprecented - Presidential Election 2025
Posted by: Dartz - 10-06-2025, 02:27 PM - Forum: Politics and Other Fun - Replies (2)

Every 7 years Ireland gathers together to watch paint dry.

And occasionally elect a President at the same time. And while the current incumbent is well loved - we're required to get a new one after 2 terms of 7 years. (A constitutional referendum to nail him inside the Aras would take too long to spin up)

And yet, considering how utterly inconsequential the position of President of Ireland is, it tends to turn up some the most vicious of catfighting (Probably emulating the yanks) and usually ends up with one candidate being monumentally humiliated in the public eye by some utterly trivial 'scandal'.

After a nomination campaign which has been as electrifying as a dead battery, with the only spark being the establishment sending Maria Steen back to 1954 where she belongs, the race began with a shrug, and had been proceeding with all the processional drudgery we've come to expect.

Until it floated up that, about 16 years ago, Jim Gavin had once owned an apartment.

And he rented it to a tenant who paid the rent by direct debit.

And, of course, Jimmy could no longer pay the mortgage on that flat in 2009 - because very few people *could* - so handed the keys back to the bank and rolled the remants of the loan into his home mortgage. The tenant, unfortunately, kept paying him for several months, totaling about 3300k in rent. (About a months rent in 2025 terms)

And for 16 years, and even after a solicitors letter, that debt stayed outstanding. Washed under the carpet. Too much money to be dealt with summarily in small claims. Too little money to be dealt with in real court. Probably not actually owed in legality. So it was forgotten. One tenant agrieved by their own mistake. One landlord too busy to think about it - thinking it was all so long ago.

It lingered like an old German shell under a Belgian farm, waiting for it's opportunity to ruin someone's day with a bang

That day was Saturday. After receiving a bruising earlier in the week for flying a video drone without the proper permits - something someone who once worked for the aviation regulator should've known about, the final knife in the back came on Saturday.

A report of a disaffected former tenant floated up early in Saturday - a tenant who sent proof to the political party backing Jimmy of their complaint that they were owned a substantial sum of money - just in time for poor oul Jimmy to deny on a publically televised any knowledge or having any records of the 3.3k debt ever being owed in the first place. The party knew, and they didn't warn him. The knives were out.

So now, Micheal Martin who put him forward looks like a gobshite. Everyone involved in the whole affair looks moronic. And the entire thing is turning into a political omnishambles worthy of our Westerly and Easterly neighbours.

Reports that Bertie Ahern was seen huddled in Fagans with his circle of sheisters clustered around a mobile phone like witches around a cauldron, have yet to be verified. But if the cutest, most devious hoor of them all had put a knife in the Gavin campaign's back- I wouldn't be surprised.

Jim Gavin officially withdrew from the campaign last night.

Too late for his name not to be on the ballot on polling day.

Part of me thinks it'd be fun to vote for someone who now desperately wants not to be President. If we follow Hitchicker's logic, he's the perfect man for the job. Or we can cause a constitutional crisis for shits and giggles.

Now it's just Heather Humphries, and Catherine Connolly.

They each exist, and have a body temperature of approximately 37 degrees.

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  It's been 30 years...
Posted by: Dartz - 10-03-2025, 06:19 PM - Forum: Drunkard's Walk VI: Angel Baby - No Replies

...since an Otaku first gooned to Rei Ayanami.

(And the first episode of Evangelion premiered on Wednesday, October 4th, 1995)

Imagine coming home from cram scool at 18:30 in the evening and whatching this thing for the first time. This weird mix of giant robot cliche and what-the-fuck? Would you have kept watching it without knowing what it was to become? 

Anyway - not only have we had the series - we've had the manga, the movies, the weird AU's, the merchandise and that one garage figurine of Asuka sitting on a cutaway toilet (Seriously, WTF?). And it still lingers, drawing fans like a siren. Once captured, you cannot escape.

It's also been about 20 years since I started *that bloody fic* and maybe ten years since I lost any ability to create. So it goes. Time and the world move on.

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  Just to show I haven't abandoned DW...
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 09-29-2025, 03:50 PM - Forum: Future Steps - Replies (3)

This is a little something I've been working on, on and off, for a few years now. It's nowhere near done, but there's enough here to serve as a tasty teaser.



FAMILY UNION

A "Drunkard's Walk" Side Story

by Robert M. Schroeck

A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another.
If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as
a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one
another it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.
-- Buddha (B.C. 568-488)

"Basically, I'm part of this large, creative, mildly crazy,
loosely connected loving family. But really, these days, who
isn't?"
-- Kate Burton

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a
family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
-- Jane Howard



*OK. So. It's a dream,* Shinji thought. *It's got to be.*

The last thing he remembered was going to bed, so suddenly
finding himself standing up and dressed in front of a perfectly
ordinary-looking door was understandably disorienting, at least
until he realized that he had to be dreaming.

That he'd never realized he was dreaming *while* dreaming before,
at least not without an Angel being involved, did occur to him.
But the Angels had been beaten back, completely and permanently,
more than a year ago, so he was pretty certain that one couldn't
be involved now.

*So...* he wondered. *What's going on?*

The door declined to answer.

Shinji slowly turned around and decided that whatever his
subconscious was up to in this dream, it was decidedly *not*
playing fair. White walls, white floor, white ceiling -- an
unfamiliar one, he thought with a small smile -- and no windows
or other doors. *Okay, so... either open the door or have the
most boring dream I've ever had.*

He had to admit that with his life there was some *attraction* to
the idea of a boring dream.

However, he knew perfectly well what Asuka would say if he
*didn't* open the door. Plus, he had to admit to a certain
amount of curiosity about what his subconscious had in mind. So
with a little laugh at his hesitation, Shinji reached out,
grasped the simple brass knob, and opened the door.

On the other side was a room out of a movie -- dark wood
paneling, built-in bookcases filled with books of all sizes,
colors and ages, and several chairs and sofas arranged in a
semicircle around a fireplace in which a fire was blazing
merrily.

He'd barely taken that in when he realized there was someone in
the room -- two someones, actually, the backs of whose heads he
could see over the top of the sofa on which they sat. From the
hairstyles he thought they might both be women. One had hair the
same color as Misato's, but what little of her skin he could see
was a warm chocolate color. The other had hair of the most
improbable shade of pink, and at the sound of the door closing
behind him she stood and faced him.

Shinji's breath caught for a moment. Ah, yes, definitely female.
Brilliant blue eyes in a heart-shaped face, perched atop a blue
jacket of a decidedly military design, red biker shorts and...
Shinji tore his eyes back up to hers -- he wasn't going to admire
anyone's legs other than Asuka's, not if he was going to survive
the inevitable telling of this dream in the morning.

"Um, hi?" he half-asked as the pink-haired girl -- and girl she
was, not much older than him if he was right -- smiled broadly.

"Oh, hey!" To his surprise she suddenly grabbed the back of the
sofa with her left hand and vaulted it, pivoting over the
overstuffed upholstery and dropping neatly on the carpet in front
of him. The other girl turned to follow her with a fond, amused
smile on her face. She had amazing emerald eyes, Shinji realized
before the pink-haired girl regained his attention by sticking
out her hand. "Shinji, right? I'm Utena." When he failed to
take her hand, she grabbed his and shook it anyway. "I'm your
sister."

*Yup, definitely dreaming,* Shinji thought.

* * *

Several minutes later Shinji found himself surrounded by more
people than he was normally comfortable being around. Moments
after Utena had introduced him to the dark-skinned girl -- Anthy,
her name was, and he was a bit stunned to learn that she was
Utena's *wife* (and thus, they pointed out to him, his
*sister-in-law*) -- the door had opened again to admit three more
people who were energetically chattering. Immediately
uncomfortable, Shinji tried to slide back against one of the
bookcases, but Utena hooked her arm around his before he could do
more than twitch, and drew him gently but inexorably forward.

The new three were two more girls and another guy, who all
quieted down and studied him speculatively when they spotted him
on Utena's arm. "Hey," said the guy, who was a Westerner with
messy black hair, green eyes just as striking as Anthy's behind
round glasses, and the faded remains of a nasty scar on his
forehead, "Is that...?"

Utena smiled. "I finally found him. Ladies and gentleman, may
I present our no-longer-missing sibling, Mister Shinji Ikari."

"Brilliant!" the guy responded while grabbing his hand and
enthusiastically shaking it, Western-style. "It's about time you
showed up! Now us guys are only outnumbered two to one, instead
of five to one. I'm Harry -- Harry Potter," he added, releasing
Shinji's hand. "And in case Big Sis here hasn't gotten to it,
I'm your brother."

"Um," Shinji offered. "Hi?"

"Oh, for..." said the smaller of the two girls. She was slender
and delicate and tiny, with wavy dark hair and hazel eyes no less
striking than Harry's green. "Can't you see you're crowding him,
Harry?" She elbowed Harry out of the way -- he gave a very
dramatic-sounding "oof!" but grinned at Shinji as he did -- and
to Shinji's surprise stepped forward and very gently hugged him.

"Right, and *I* was crowding him," Harry muttered with obvious
amusement in his tone.

Shinji went very still, not quite sure even after all he'd been
through how to react to a stranger -- and a girl, at that! --
hugging him. "Hi, little brother... I'm your sister Bibi
Summers," she said when she released him and stepped back. Then
she screwed up her face in concentration. "At least I think it's
'little brother'. I mean, physically and mentally I'm like
twenty-sevenish, but I'm really only five years old, so..." She
shrugged.

"Five years old...?" Shinji managed to ask before the other girl,
a tall, voluptuous brunette with her long hair in a high
ponytail, laughed.

"Well, I know for a fact that he's 'little brother' to me," she
said with a chuckle.

"Well, that's because you're a thousand years old to Bibi's five,
Grandma," Harry snarked good-naturedly.

"Watch it, wandboy, or I'll kick your butt again," she riposted
in exactly the same tones. "There's still some life in these old
bones." Shinji noted that while she didn't look any older than
Bibi or Utena, she didn't dispute the claim. "Hey, little bro.
I'm Kino Makoto, the oldest and best of your big sisters."

Bibi made a raspberry noise while Utena called out, "Hey!" To
the side, Harry laughed softly.

"They're always like this," he said when Shinji glanced at him.

"I'm... confused," Shinji murmured. "This is a very strange
dream."

Harry laughed. "That's because it's not a dream so much as a...
meeting of minds."

"What little bro number one is trying to say," Makoto interjected
as she linked her arm through Shinji's and led him over to one of
the couches, "is that we're all real, but we're all in different
universes and the only way we can meet up is like this -- when
our minds are relaxed and open to connections."

"But how?" Shinji asked as he sat down.

"That would be me," Utena said from the opposite sofa as Anthy
snuggled in under her arm. "I'm my world's avatar of Apollo, and
I can use Apollo's power to do things like, well, send dreams to
people in other universes."

"Why?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"Isn't it obvious?" Bibi asked, plopping down onto the floor in
front of the fireplace to sit tailor-style. "We're all of us the
adopted kids of Doug Sangnoir."

Shinji's eyes grew wide and, unbidden, the memory played itself
out: after yet another Angel, with not a word from his ... from
Gendo, Doug-sensei had clapped him on the shoulder, shook his
hand, and said, "Well done" before smiling and adding, "I would be
proud to call you 'son'."

Apparently it had been more than just an empty sentiment.

Shaking his head, Shinji seized on a random detail. "You said
outnumbered five to one, before," he said to Harry. "But I only
see four... sisters."

"That's because HP was countin' me, and I wasn't here yet," came
a sultry voice. Shinji looked up to the door, which was once
more open and framing a seriously hot brunette who looked to be
in her early twenties, dressed in leather jacket and pants, and a
T-shirt with an utterly incongruous cartoon unicorn on it.
"Pink, Specs," she said, nodding at Utena and Anthy. "Hey,
Beebs, Mako," she continued as she stepped into the room and shut
the door behind her, "how's the search?"

"Best we can figure," Bibi said, "we're no more than a couple
timelines away."

"Cool," the new girl nodded as she navigated around the sofa to
stand in front of him. "So... this the kid who kicked those
angels' asses?"

Shinji looked up at the bombshell looming over him. "Yes?" he
ventured.

A lopsided grin grew across her face. "Wicked," she breathed,
then stuck a hand out. "'M Faith. Just Faith."

"Just like Tonks," Harry muttered sotto voce to Makoto, who
giggled. Without taking her eyes off Shinji, Faith made what
Shinji assumed was a rude gesture at Harry, who just laughed. He
cautiously took her hand to shake it, only to find himself yanked
up out of his seat and into another hug, this one a bit more
vigorous than Bibi's.

"Always wanted brothers and sisters when I was growin' up," she
said softly, and Shinji realized that she'd buried her face in
his hair and was almost whispering into his ear. "Now I got a
whole crop of'em. Gonna be the best big sis for you, kiddo."

"Thank you?" Shinji half-whispered back, trying to ignore how
close his face was to her breasts. Almost reluctantly Faith
released him, and he slowly sank back down into his seat. "This
is all very strange," he murmured, more to himself than the room
at large.

Faith laughed as she found herself a seat of her own. "You bet
yer ass it is, and believe me, I *know* strange." She glanced
around the room, a massive grin splitting her face. "But I'm
not complainin'."

"I don't think any of us are, Faith dear," Anthy said with a
small smile of her own.

"I still don't think it's fair Utena gets to have her girl with
her during these things and the rest of us don't," Harry said,
his tone anything but aggrieved. "I know Ginny's just dying to
meet you guys."

"Eh," Faith grunted, shrugging. "Maybe if I find the guy or gal
who can put up with me and the Slayin' gig I'll care about it,
but it ain't no big deal for me right now."

Makoto and Bibi shared a grin. "And we're a bit too busy
tracking down Dad right now to worry about it, either," Bibi
said.

"And after that we have Auntie Dee's war to deal with," Makoto
added.

"Who's Auntie Dee?" Shinji asked.

"Makoto and I," Bibi replied, gesturing at the taller brunette,
"are traveling across various universes with about a dozen other
girls who are all chasing after Dad. Delandra's one of the
leaders of the gang, inasmuch as we *have* leaders, and the first
of us that he met. She thinks of him as sort of a big brother,
unlike the rest of us, so... 'auntie'." She grinned.

"She comes from a kind of medieval world, only they have people
with magic and psychic powers," Makoto continued.

"And Valdemar, the country she comes from there, which from
everything we've learned is the kind of place you *want* to
protect, has gotten into a war with a neighboring country who
sound like such bad guys you'd expect them to be wearing top hats
and twirling their mustaches," Bibi said. "She wants to ask Dad
and maybe the rest of the Warriors -- you know about them,
right?" she asked, and Shinji nodded. "She wants to ask them if
they would help out in the war. The bunch of us traveling with
her have all promised to help out, too."

"I hear you've got a giant robot," Makoto said. "Want to join
the fun?"

Shinji stared at her for a moment before seizing on the first
objection that came to mind. "How would we get it there?"

Bibi laughed. "That's actually the easy part, believe it or not.
Between Dee, Lisa and Utena we can probably punch a hole to any
universe we know about -- and, well, now that we've found you,
we know about yours. We can open a portal to your universe or
any of ours if we need to." She grinned. "We just haven't
needed to, yet."

"Still want to do a real get-together somewhere," Faith said from
where she slouched with one leg hanging over the arm of her
chair.

"We will," Anthy assured her. "Eventually."

"Back to Shinji's robot," Bibi continued. "The real question is,
what kind of support does it need? I mean, a giant robot isn't
like a car, it probably needs a whole team to keep it in working
order." She narrowed her eyes in thought. "And just how 'giant'
are we talking about here?"

Shinji chewed his lip for a moment. "Unit 01 is about a hundred
meters tall. I think." Harry gave an appreciative whistle and
Faith swore softly. "And it isn't really a robot? They kind of
*grew* it around some robot parts? I don't really know all the
specifics. And I don't think I can get into it in the field --
the entry plug needs a whole scaffold to hold it and machines to
insert it into the EVA."

Bibi grimaced. "So much for that idea. Valdemar almost
certainly doesn't have the infrastructure needed to build that
kind of thing, from what I've learned. Too bad."

"Yeah, but it woulda been cool," Faith said. "Like the big
battle at the end of 'Avengers: Endgame' -- two armies goin' at
each other with the giant on the good guys' side. Those Hardon
fuckers'd be shittin' themselves when they saw Little Bro here."

"*'Hardorn'*, Faith dear," Anthy gently corrected. Faith shot
her a grin that made it clear she'd known exactly what she'd
said.

"I suppose it's for the best," Shinji said softly. "Fighting the
Angels was one thing -- they were alien things mindlessly trying
to complete a... I guess a program inside them would be the best
way to describe it, that would end up destroying the world. They
were like robots themselves." He remembered how things were,
right at the end before the four of them seized control of Third
Impact, and shuddered. "I don't think I could use my EVA against
real people."







------------------------------------

This work of fiction is copyright (C) 2025, Robert M. Schroeck,
and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-
Noncommercial 3.0 Unported License.

"Neon Genesis Evangelion", and the settings and the characters
thereof, are copyright by and trademarks of Hideaki Anno and
GAINAX, and are used without permission.

"Shojo Kakumei Utena" (aka "Revolutionary Girl Utena"), the
settings and the characters thereof are copyright by and
trademarks of Bepapas and Chiho Saito and are used without
permission. United States distribution rights belong to Central
Park Media/Software Sculptors.

The Harry Potter universe and the settings and the characters
thereof are the property of J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury and Warner
Brothers, and are used without permission.

The "Sailor Moon" universe and the settings and the characters
thereof are the property and/or licenses of Takeuchi Naoko, TOEI
Animation, DiC, Kodansha, Bandai, Cloverway and others, and are
used without permission.

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer", and the settings and characters
thereof, are copyright by and trademarks of Joss Whedon and
Mutant Enemy and their licensees and partners, and are used
without permission.

"Douglas Q. Sangnoir," "Looney Toons", "The Loon" and any
representations thereof are copyright by and trademarks of Robert
M. Schroeck.



Other parts of the Drunkard's Walk saga can be found at:

http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/dwmain.shtml

The Drunkard's Walk discussion forums are open for those who wish
to trade thoughts and comments with other readers, as well as
with the author:

http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/index.php

Many thanks to my prereaders on this story: ????.

C&C gratefully accepted.

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  Movies and drinks
Posted by: MilkmanConspiracy - 09-27-2025, 01:32 AM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (1)

I walked by a bar and video rental place when I took a break from traveling tonight and their front display got me me thinking: Do specific drinks pair well with specific movies?



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  STMPD’s Fanfic Promotion Thread
Posted by: STMPD - 09-22-2025, 09:01 PM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (4)

Hello all! I’m limping back to being more active on this forum since I still like it as a digital space. I kinda faded from being here a whole lot after I fell off of working on my one Ranma / AMG fic Divine Patronage. But I’ve been doing plenty of other really cool stuff. And since I got permission from Bob to do a thread like this, I’m gonna shill completed projects, half-active projects I’ve been struggling to chug along on, and projects I keep kicking around. I don’t remember which of these projects I’ve brought up before but what the hell. Hoping people find them cool, that's all.

I'm starting to get my screenwriting groove on, actually, so I might just let fanfic fall by the wayside and focus on that. We will see, I guess.

Back in 2022 I lost interest in Divine Patronage and decided to go back to BGC. Two things I wanted to do were a) establish a fic that could be seen to take place in an AU that would constitute a second reboot of the franchise, with a timeline that could take off from the present and not feel wreathed in the retrofuturism of 2032 or 2040, and b) save Sylvie, as so many fics have, but then do something with her. The result was the only fic I’ve really, truly finished, after a little less than a year. Anatomy of a Lovedoll is about cybernetics and humanity and freedom and yuri angst and epic mecha fights. One of its key plot points will, I suspect, have to be retconned in an awkward way sometime soon but it’s no biggie.

Later that year, I got really into Cyberpunk: Edgerunners despite not really liking the release version of 2077 for a multitude of reasons, and then into a fic that got big in the embryonic phase of the fandom called Group Chat by Arrow S. Morgan. I ended up on the author’s Discord, hung out there a lot, made some friends of dubious merit, and went on to help write a pretty significant chapter in the fic’s back half. The fic starts off as horny screwball comedy and then becomes a bit more action-packed, and, yes, crosses over with the original Marathon trilogy in amazing ways. Very few longer Edgerunners fics hold up, to me, as more than pulpy adventures; Group Chat is one of them.

In early 2023, I started watching the Madhouse Black Lagoon anime. Oddly enough, I’ve never finished all of it because of how unpleasant I find some arcs, but I love the characters, the world, the unhinged action. The pseudophilosophical monologues lack panache to me, but there’s some really excellent fanfics birthed by it (and more than a few atrocities against good taste). So as Anatomy wound down I quickly spun up Bubblegum Black, which is the longest thing I've ever written by a country mile, an unhinged crossover in Roanapur, November, 2069, where the Knight Sabers are hired on by Sylia's sexy ex Balalaika to help her fend off a megacorporate takeover of the city, only for things to spiral out of control in true mecha-hyperviolence style. I love this fic, I want to do so much more with this fic, I have not updated this fic in nine months, I need to winnow this fic's ambitions down significantly. (And I'm envious of those who can sustain other fics longer and with more hits, even if I don't really enjoy their content. I have opinions! Judgements! Complaints!)

Same with something I spun up a year ago with a pal. I Will Show You Fear In A Handful Of Dust does a lot of very odd things as far as Edgerunners fanfic goes. It uses the BGC206X (The all-new, all-unhinged continuity for Anatomy and Black) timeline more than it does Cyberpunk's but still takes place in Night City; It's a pre-Sabers prequel involving Celia; It's also a 'Gloria lives and gets to do things' fanfic, since I seem to have an attraction to turning fridged heroines into badasses. I think the cowriter and I are onto something, but, again, time! The foe of all beautiful things, the high-octane fuel in the engine of entropy!

Let's see, what else... Nene Romanova god of the internet is a two-part atrocity against good taste where Nene and company deal with cyber-future 4chan and also Knight Saber real person fiction. The New Wave Empress uses interview format to imagine what it's like to talk to Sylia's public persona as a fashionista, especially when you're getting on her nerves. I like those shorts. They're pleasant chunks of nonsense. I think that's about it.

The one idea I'm having if I can't justify keeping up with writing big serialized fanfic is rewriting an old OVA episode or two, or just writing something that could fit in an episode and has tight structure. Revenge Road sticks out in particular; I just finished the original The Warriors novel, the Sol Yurick one, the one far more freaky in the best ways than Walter Hill's movie (which is itself a forerunner spiritually to streets of fire, then to Megazone 23, then etc etc etc), and I keep thinking about the world it crafts and how well it gets inside the heads of its protagonists. There's something there.

Hope this is interesting to someone!

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  Oingo Boingo has a lot to answer for, making a song that catchy about that subject
Posted by: robkelk - 09-19-2025, 02:10 PM - Forum: Anime Music Videos - No Replies

Yeah, it's over a dozen years old now. It took Best Comedy at Nekocon X.

Skip the first 20 seconds or so to get past the vanity clip and to the AMV itself.



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  Writing Self-Insert Characters
Posted by: robkelk - 09-16-2025, 03:32 PM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (12)

(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)In 'Eyrie Thread 2: Overtech Boogie-Shoes', Bob Schroeck Wrote: Thirding the advice on being hard on your SI.  Actually... I have a whole list of advice for Self-Insert characters in my fic writer's guide... let me go grab the relevant section to save you some time and effort.  (Although, if you want to read the whole, incomplete thing, a not-quite-the-latest version can be found here.)

These lists look to me like the perfect starting point for a thread about writing self-insert characters. I'll make my comments inline; if anybody else wants to share their experience writing SIs or similar characters, feel free to add to the thread.

My first comment: Many of these rules also apply to many isekai characters who aren't self-insert characters. While they don't know everything that the writer knows, these isekai characters know more about the setting and characters than J. Random Native does, so many of the same writing issues apply.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: xx.  Rules for Self-Inserts
  • Your SI should be there to *supplement* the plot, not *supplant* it.  Help the other characters achieve their goals, do not achieve those goals for or instead of them.  Don't steal their awesome -- help them get *more* awesome.

Readers who look for stories set in their favourite works looked up your story to read about the characters and setting that they like. They aren't particularly interested in "The Amazing Adventures of Marty Stu and His Sidekicks from Some Story". Give the readers what they want and they'll stick around for the next chapter.

Yes, there are some Si characters and similar who have audiences of their own: Twister, Doug Sangnoir, Ed and Minerva, even (amazingly enough) Skysaber. But they started out as characters who were visiting other people's stories, and most of the characters that I listed did their best to fit in rather than to run roughshod over the existing plots.

As an example, Isekai by Moonlight's Robu-san rarely defeats the Monster of the Week and never defeats the season's Big Bad; his main story role is to ease the canon plotlines despite trying to change them, and to find boyfriends for the Senshi who don't have them. Not only does that leave something for the Sailor Senshi to do (unlike in so many episodes in canon), it's actually more fun to write than a steamroller-over-canon story would be.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote:
  • No one likes a show-off.  Even if you are far more competent or powerful than the other characters, do not run roughshod over them.  Complement them.  (*Not* "compliment".)  If necessary, give yourself a valid and believable in-story reason why you can't just wave your hand and fix everything, even if that's actually in your power to do.  This is not to say you can't give your SI the occasional set-piece that shows off how powerful or competent they are, but don't do it too often, and *never* at the expense of the setting's heroes.

Which ties into the "supplement, don't supplant" rule above. If the Si is a better fighter than Son Goku, why would the Dragon Ball fandom care about reading your story?

(And everybody likes getting a compliment, Bob! It's an ego boost. Do it too often and you get a reputation of being a flatterer, though.)


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote:
  • At least some of the characters your SI meets and interacts with should *not* like your SI.  And I don't mean the bad guys -- that's a given.  Some of the *heroes* should find him suspicious, or too mysterious to be trustworthy, or just plain annoying (*especially* if he acts like a typical SI).  Conflict drives a story, and conflict among the good guys makes it *interesting* -- what good is knowing the entire plot if no one wants to listen to you?  And what I said about the bad guys a moment ago?  What if some of the bad guys *like* your SI regardless of his opinions on the matter?

This is especially important in a deconstruction. Nobody has a 100% Adoration Rating; there will always be somebody who doesn't like your character, because not everyone has the same concerns and interests that your self-insert has.

I'll point at My Apartment Manager is not an Isekai Character for an example of the consequences of not following this rule: one writer actually dropped out of the project because one of the other writers introduced a character who had a good reason to not like the first writer's SI character. Both writers refused to budge on the conflicting principles.

A corollary: Nobody has a 0% Approval Rating, either. If almost everybody hates someone, iconoclasts and saints will at the least have pity for him.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote:
  • Similarly, your SI shouldn't automatically like all the heroes and hate all the villains, even if he's coming in with full knowledge and awareness of what's going on.  He may *want* to, but frankly, I can think of a dozen protagonists from as many genres whom I love to read about or watch but whom I would find incredibly irritating in person.  (I'm looking at *you*, Ranma Saotome.)  Let your SI dislike anyone who deserves it -- and when appropriate, *like* anyone who deserves it, as well -- regardless of their "side".

This is a simple case of truth in fiction. If there are people who you don't like, why wouldn't there be people who your SI doesn't like? The SI is based on you, after all.

In My Apartment Manager is not an Isekai Character, there's a scene in "Like Calls to Like" where my SI lists what he likes the most about each of his residents. Ami notices that he had to think about what he liked about Kuroko...

Going to Isekai by Moonlight for another example: Robu-san and Tuxedo Kamen don't like each other, but are willing to work together. The reason has only been hinted at in-universe, so I'll put it in spoiler markup here:
The reasons for characters liking or disliking somebody don't need to be rational, but they should arise from the characters' personalities and the writer should know what they are.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote:
  • Even if your SI is deliberately there to get involved in the plot, don't drop him right in the middle of the action.  A self-insert story will play better if your character arrives on the outskirts of what's going on, and has to find his way to the fun -- or accidentally stumbles over it.  Your SI should also have interests and priorities that have nothing to do with the main plot -- like, for instance, *leaving* the story's world if he was sent there involuntarily.  If the only thing he does while there is dog the main characters' steps, he's going to look like a creepy stalker to them -- and maybe even to your readers.

Mentioning My Apartment Manager is not an Isekai Character again: even after my SI gets powers and a geas to act in the face of injustice, he still leaves defending Love and Justice to Sailor Moon. He's a support character, not a front-line fighter, no matter how much he'd prefer otherwise.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote:
  • If your SI is allegedly unaware of what he's getting into, don't write his reactions with *your* knowledge.  The prime example of this is someone dropped into a whole new (and unfamiliar) world automatically sussing out who the good guys are and who the bad guys are without any thought or effort.  Only in the most black-and-white worlds should this be believable.  (For a great example of an SI ignorant of the world he's been dropped into feeling his way through it, check out the "Revolutionary Girl Utena" fic "Ma Vie et Roses" by Scott Johnson and Scott K. Jamison.)

For this one, I'll pull an example from Blade and Epsilon's epic Hybrid Theory. While both of the SIs have some idea about the plots of some of the stories in that mega crossover, neither SI knows everything that's going on, and as a result each of them make mistakes that make it more difficult (and thus more interesting) for them to succeed. If fact, Blade's SI is so far off-base with his knowledge that he effectively becomes the setting's Big Bad.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote:
  • No matter how powerful or capable your SI is, *someone* will at least *try* to get the better of him -- and you know, they should succeed at least once.  If you can't be beaten, you can't be truly challenged, and if you can't be challenged, you have no conflict to drive a story.  And remember -- they don't have to challenge you where you excel.  Just because you're invulnerable, can lift mountains, and can waltz invisibly into the bad guys' headquarters doesn't mean you can't be out-thought or out-planned.

As so many sports anime and manga show us, defeat is also a learning experience that opens up new storytelling opportunities.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: To re-emphasize the first point above, a quote from elsewhere in my guide: 

The First Commandment of Interventions:
"Thou shalt not cockblock someone else's torrid affair with awesomeness."  -- Alistair Young

Tying back to the "no 100% Adoration Rating" rule, cockblocking the characters who are native to the story is a good way to get them to dislike your SI.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: And after that, I had this pasted in as something to draw inspiration from.  Several of its points already echo things I've said above, but there's other good advice here, too:

PsyckoSama's Rules for Self-Inserts

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/285562/PsyckoSama

The Ten Commandments of Writing an SI:

I: The SI is not you. It’s a character based on you. Remember this and maintain a degree of emotional detachment at all times. Treat your SI like you would any other character.

Even if your SI was a carbon copy of you when you dropped them into the story, they stop being you at that point because their life experiences are different from that point forward.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: II: Know your strengths and flaws. If you can’t think of any, invent a couple. It’s only based on you after all.

This can be a difficult one to write. If your SI is based closely on you, then admitting what the SI's flaws are to the readers is the same as admitting to strangers what your own flaws are... and that's something that takes a certain level of maturity (and fearlessness) to do.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: III: Have a couple prereaders with good bullshit detectors who are willing to smack you upside the head when you approach the Sue Zone. Even just having someone to bounce ideas off of can do a world of good and help kill some very bad ideas.

I am extremely lucky to have Labster as a prereader. He catches problems that I thought were strengths when I wrote them. (And I don't thank Brent enough for his work on my stories, so thank you again, Brent!)


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: IV: You are not an ironclad badass. In most of these series you’d be the extra who gets eaten by the aliens/demons/zombies and write accordingly. People are paranoid, panicky creatures and chances are you are no different. Remember this. Things can change with time but that’s what character development is for (See Rule VII).

You can play with this one if you drop your SI into a World of Badass, but even there, keep in mind the "supplement, don't supplant" rule.

And if the setting isn't a World of Badass, then some people – yes, the paranoid, panicky ones – will look at an ironclad badass and wonder whether they're a new villain.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: V: Life is a mixed bag. Shit happens and it happens to you, don’t be afraid to torture yourself a bit. That said, remember, the good comes with the bad.

I have an advantage here in that the writing style that I've developed over decades mixes drama and humour. If your writing style tends toward action, or drama, or comedy, or angst, you might have trouble mixing in the elements that you don't naturally emphasize.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: With that in mind remember the following two sub-rules.

Va: Avoid wish fulfillment. Good things can happen to you (see above) but your SI should never be an engine created specifically to allow you to be awesome, loved by everyone, and get all the chicks. If that’s what you really want, I’d suggest putting down the keyboard and reaching for a kleenex.

Wish-fulfillment can be done if you're willing to massively deconstruct it; see Ah! My Goddess for an example. But failing to take into account the downside of giving your SI what you think you really want leads to the stereotypical Mary Sue plot.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: Vb: Avoid wangst. While it's necessary for bad things to happen to create tension, drama, and to propel the plot forward, avoid throwing yourself a pity party. Someone who only has bad things happen to them is just as annoying as someone who only has good things happen. When you go too far it becomes obnoxious cartoonish.

Besides, listening to other people complain is boring. Do this in your story – SI or not – in anything other than very-small doses and you'll drive away readers.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: VI: Life goes on, with or without you. Do not make the universe wait on you, for life waits for no man. This is especially important in video game SIs. If you’re actually in the universe, treat it like a living breathing world. It’s not a magical playground that sits on its hands while you randomly run around and do awesome shit.

Pulling an example from My Apartment Manager is not an Isekai Character, the characters from Yumeiro Pâtissière set up shop and become successful before anyone who's supposed to help them acclimatize to the situation even know that they're in the setting.

And from Isekai by Moonlight: Robu-san accompanies Ami on her first two trips to Castle Mariner and helps her start repairs on her yacht from the Silver Millennium. Then he spends a lot of time with Makoto while Ami finishes the repair work without him... which surprises him when she actually launches the ship. (He even comments that she breaks a stupid genre convention in that he isn't involved in everything that his friends do.)

There are dozens, hundreds, or maybe billions of other people in your story. They don't all wait for the SI's cooperation to do things. In fact, some of them, for their own interests, will do things that act against what your SI wants to have happen. This is a source of subplots, not a problem.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: VII: Balance your flow of time. Don’t rush what you write. While you might want to skip to the good stuff, doing so can be jarring and make your character look like a Mary Sue. Show us your character is growing and making friends, don’t just tell us. On the same note, be careful not to get bogged down in the minutia. There is such a thing as too much detail. We don’t need to see everything. If you’re training, you can show a montage. If you’re looking at a long span of time where nothing out of a ordinary is going to happen, consider a time skip. Things are permitted to happen in the background.

Not skipping the "boring" stuff also leads to plot developments. Sometimes these developments are things that you as a writer didn't expect.

If I had rushed Isekai by Moonliht Chapter S and jumped straight from the first encounter between Kalonite and Rei to the raid on Mugen Academy, none of the characters would have developed and all of the Witches 5 would have ended up dead. Instead, some of the villains were actually rescued from being possessed, all of the Senshi ended up being willing to work together instead of at cross-purposes, and Hotaru didn't end up going through her canon fate.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: VIII: Throw curve balls at yourself. Even if you’re in a rather tight setting, your presence can create butterflies. In a loose one, you don’t know what’s around the bend. Good or bad, better or worse, do you find something or don’t you? I suggest the use of a randomizer. Flip a coin, roll some dice, pull pieces of paper out of a hat. Don’t let this do you thinking for you, but it can point you in directions you’d never have considered, and having a good chance to standing tall or fall flat on their face will do much to keep your character honest. But remember, you're not slave to the dice. Just let it point you in a direction, think about it, and see what comes out. You can sometimes come up with some amazing ideas that you never would have considered this way, even if it in no way resembles the original dice result.

A corollary: Sometimes, the random number gods tell you what you really wanted to write in the first place. You say "heads this happens, tails it doesn't" and you're disappointed with the result? Deep down, you wanted to write the other option... so write the one you didn't know that you wanted to write.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: IX: Be careful with the use of meta-knowledge. Meta-knowledge should stay that. Meta. Be careful who you tell, and only tell those you trust. If you make what you know common knowledge, you will attract all sorts, and mostly for ill. No one likes a know it all, especially evil wizards, secret societies, and evil military dictatorships bent on total domination.

A corollary: Sharing the meta knowledge can invalidate that knowledge. Especially if your foes find out about the meta knowledge and change things up in order to lull you into a false sense of complacency.


(09-15-2025, 12:44 PM)Bob Schroeck Wrote: X: This rule is related to rule IV and Vb in many ways, but deserves restating. In most cases you are not the main character of the universe. Events don’t revolve around you. There are others for that. You are a secondary character, if not background extra. To make yourself a main character, either hang with the mains, or do something, stand up and make the universe pay attention to you. But do remember, being a member of the central cast is a mixed bag. It often means you have the protection of plot, but on the same note, it means your life is always going to be interesting, and there is a very good reason that the ancient Chinese used it as a curse.

This isn't to say that you can't tell an interesting story about your character even when they aren't the lead. Consider that Touma Kamijo is the main character in A Certain Magical Index, but some of the most interesting stories in his world are about the girl who he doesn't realize is in love with him; those stories are told in A Certain Scientific Railgun.

You are the hero of your own story. You are not the hero of somebody else's story. Both stories are equally valid... but it's up to you as the writer to make the stories equally interesting.

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  2016-09-25: Diary of a Montreal Shopping Trip
Posted by: robkelk - 09-16-2025, 07:02 AM - Forum: Stories - Replies (1)

Diary of a Montreal Shopping Trip
By Brent Laabs

Chapter 1: Ante Meridiem


Montréal, QC, Canada
Sunday, September 25, 2016



Artoria Pendragon, summoned to be Shirou Emiya's Saber, was up on the roof training for a war she dearly wished for, but was indefinitely delayed. A Grail War couldn't happen, not with the wyrd placed upon herself and the other servants, not here.

But now she was stuck here, with no battles to worry about, no goals to meet, no quests to seek and pursue. No peasants to assign to fields, no patricians to cozy up to, no armies to feed. No friends to talk to, but that wasn't a new state of affairs. Not since she lost those two. It wouldn't make sense to befriend those she might one day need to kill, if it ever started up again, and then find herself unable to do it.

So she found herself stuck in her own thoughts. To keep herself from going mad, raking herself across the coals of the past, or bracing against phantom winds of the future, she focused on being in the present, on establishing something that resembled her old routine.

So she stood atop the apartment's flat roof under the morning sunshine, and swung a found wooden broom handle through the cool breeze to quiet her mind. It wasn't working particularly well, though you couldn't tell that by looking at her. But with a real, living body rather than a magical construct, at least she was getting good exercise.

She didn't use her own sword, since she didn't want to reveal it — or anything about it, not even its weight – to the nearby prying eyes. Which she was sure there were. Indeed, Archer had spent the last couple of minutes watching her cut imaginary targets with a stick. She presumed he was investigating her, and pretended not to notice. But his reasons were much simpler than that, though Saber wouldn't have believed them: he looked at her out of admiration, along with good helping of the normal reasons for the male gaze.

After a few moments passed, he said, "Saber! The manager is looking for you."

"Oh?"

"She wants to take us shopping for new clothing today, remember? You're coming, right? Everyone else is." Archer asked.

She turned towards the tall, prematurely gray-haired man, thinking about her answer. Artoria was a veteran of the past Grail War, so it did make some sense to join, if only to to scope out her competition. Any clothes would do, but she could certainly do with more than those on her back. "Of course."

"Good. We're leaving in an hour. Just enough time for you to get ready," he said, right before he hopped back down into the apartment's courtyard.

How impertinent, she thought, a Servant is always ready! And then she took stock of herself, smelled under her own arm, and decided that she needed a shower. Servants with magical construct bodies might be ready at a moment's notice, but in this universe she had a real human body, and it came with its own positives and negatives.

A moment later, Saber followed with her own leap into the courtyard. Cassiopée Bright, the apartment manager, caught sight of her out of the corner of her eye, muttering, "Tabernac!" The shock wouldn't last, though. Over the next few weeks, she got accustomed to a certain resident leaping three stories like it was a totally normal thing to do, and would barely gave it a second thought.



At the appointed time, everyone assembled, and walked the half-kilometre or so down-slope to an entrance to Montreal's Underground City, a network of tunnels connecting buildings and shops. Collectively, they form one of the world's largest shopping malls, with an ever-changing design aesthetic depending on which building they were under.

The tunnels are a lifeline for the city in the cold winter months, but on a cool but pleasant morning like this one, no one really minded being outside. It was a good deal warmer than the winter in Japan the participants of the Grail War had just left behind — if slightly disconcerting to see the leaves of maple trees just starting to fall, for a second time in a row.

"RÉZO, the Red Mall," said Shirou, as he rode the escalator down.

"No," corrected Cassiopée, "RÉSO the underground mall. Though a lot of the shops are actually above ground. Anyway, I know a few boutiques where we can start out, but I want you all to be on the lookout for new clothing. Especially you, Archer, you look like a cosplayer in that coat."

"She's wearing a flashy red coat too," Archer muttered.

Rin countered, "But mine is fashionable."

"Just so. Though you won't need it inside."

Inside were a host of stores, selling clothing, linens, electronics, jewellery, beauty products, and food, on different levels, above and below ground. The corridors were wide and mostly straight, with the underground passageways intended to provide for foot traffic over a long distance, connected to multiple metro stations. Rin had visited the shops crowded beneath Shinjuku Station, but those were best described as "a twisty maze of little passages", not like these walkways.

The servants were the most impressed by the building, having never visited any indoor shopping malls before. Even the idea of pre-made clothing in particular sizes was novel, but it made the whole affair much more fun. Instead of relying on the skills of one's tailor, one could just try on the outfits to see how they looked. True to her word, Cassiopée led them to some of her favourite places.

The problem was that many of her favourite places were a bit too expensive for the group's budget, allotted by Funtom for Cassiopée to manage. That was no matter, as trying a garment out was free. Sakura, in particular, seemed to enjoy using Rider as a dress-up doll. The outfits Sakura chose for her were all over the map — formal gowns, riding leather, punk chic — the only common thread was that Rider had the figure to pull them off, where Sakura's short, flat frame meant that she had to stick to simpler, more covered up outfits. Which was fine for the upcoming winter.

Saber, fortunately, had Shirou Emiya as a master, and the men spent the lion's share of the morning in various menswear sections, and not dressing her up. Saber tried picking out her own wardrobe, but it didn't really bring her the joy it did the other girls, and she didn't really trust her own taste. Of course, Rin and Cassiopée picked up the slack, and dispatched Artoria to a changing room to try out various outfits for their approval.

After trying on a few dresses that didn't quite fit, Saber stepped out of the changing room, wearing a royal blue evening gown, high-cut and backless save for two straps, with a cutout below the breasts and plenty of space for necklaces above.

"Wow, you sure clean up nice!" Rin remarked.

"Whoa. I'm going to have to work a little to compete with that," Medea commented.

"Are you sure this is appropriate dress for me? Perhaps a simple tunic or two would suffice until we resume battle—"

"No good! Saber, you need to keep up with modern fashion or you'll let everyone else get ahead. Not that I'm helping you in the Grail War, understand? I just can't have you looking like a fashion victim."

Caster noted, "As Heraclitus said, 'Everything changes, nothing stands still'."

Artoria relented, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."[1]

"Rome?" Medea asked, "Where's that? Good quote, though."[2]

Cassiopée split off from the men — who, unsurprisingly, needed the most help — to check on the women. "C'est magnifique, Sabre! I see I'm not truly needed over here. But alas, I think you should concentrate on everyday wear. And something a little warmer than that, with winter just around the corner."

"Hey! That looks too good on her to leave it on the rack." Rin protested.

Cassiopée tugged at Artoria's sleeve, and glanced at the tag. After a moment of thinking, she pronounced, "Of course, it would be a crime for her not to take it home. Carry on!"

Medea instantly picked up a dark violet velvet dress off a rack, and carried it into a dressing room in her attempt to outclass Saber. Something about that woman reminded her of Morgan — on second thought, most everything about that woman reminded her of Morgan.

Rider seemed relatively uninterested in going that route, instead asking, "What do people wear now when riding horses?"

Rin led her over to the jeans section, populated with long trousers made of a durable weave called denim predominantly in blue. After a bit of back and forth, Rin managed to convince Rider to purchase some form-fitting jeans with rips already included in between the seams and joints, ultimately with the words, "Just trust me!"

Saber selected some jeans that looked more practical and brand new, that had been richly and uniformly dyed with woad.[3] She knew that hardly anyone rode horses in this future era, but as a king she should have the option to be a cavalier, and that obviously meant not wearing garments that could belong to a pauper. Even if the ripped jeans were more expensive, and somehow more fashionable, Saber's dignity was worth more.

Sakura seemed to favour dignity as well, as all of the outfits she chose seemed quite conservative and feminine, or so Saber thought, based on her own observations from the previous Grail War, for what little they were worth. Of course, with winter coming, it made sense to cover up, but on the other hand, Sakura had no problem dressing up Rider in all sorts of showy costumes. Well, that was perhaps not so odd for a girl of her age. People never really change, even across the millennia.

Saber was quite right that Sakura had body issues, but as she learned later, quite wrong about the reason for them.

The party moved on to a different building, passing through the hallways below ground to reach a smaller boutique clothing store, on Cassiopée's recommendation.

Kuzuki-sensei trudged behind Caster, dutifully holding all of her purchases. Shirou saw this, so he offered Artoria, "Can I take your bags?"

"No, thank you. I can take your bags if you like," Saber offered in return.

"A girl shouldn't have to carry everything, Saber. I can carry them—"

"I am your servant, you should rely on me instead."

Another voice chimed in, "Here you go, I thought you were never going to ask," Rin said while jamming her purchases into Shirou's hands.

"Thanks, senpai!" Sakura smiled as she placed another set of plastic bags of clothing into his unsuspecting hands. "You're a gentleman."

He eventually shook off the dumbfounded look from his face, and returned her smile. "So it turned out this way, huh? No problem." At this, Archer just tsked at Shirou. "What?" he asked with a bit of irritation.

"Oh nothing. Perhaps you want to carry my clothes as well?" Archer suggested innocently.

"Oh come on, do it yourself!"

Once they found the store, Cassiopée realized that there was nothing in there for the men, and decided to lead them on a ways further to a bigger department store, leaving the women behind. They were too absorbed in the fashion to pay much notice to her absence.

"How about this coat, Saber? Doesn't it look très chic?" Rin held it up in front of her chest, so she could see it reflected in the store's full-length mirror: a white wool coat, piped with sea green trim and large, shiny gold buttons.

She thought about it, and supposed that it was flattering on her. More flattering than it would be on Rin herself, with her darker hair and complexion. And somehow less feminine than Rin's wardrobe. The whole morning was proof of Rin's fashion sense.

Artoria had no idea of the local fashion sense, but it didn't matter too much. She liked it. She stared at the mirror and, with the smallest of smiles, decided, "This will be acceptable."

"Oooh, high praise!" Rin teased. It was high praise from Saber, after all. "Let's find a few dresses to match."

Cassiopée, "And she'll need a winter coat; that one will only be warm enough for the autumn."

Certainly, if there were a Grail War of fashion, Rin and Cassiopée would be battling it out, and they'd all be left in the dust. Just like war, fashion is eternal, and some people are just better at it.

If Artoria had had some knowledge of local fashion provided by the Grail's magic that summoned her, it was lost to her now. All of that synthetic knowledge was lost. She could figure out some things from gift of language that had been bestowed upon her. She had seen Cassiopée pay for some items with a small card, which she somehow knew as called a credit card. And she knew that "credit" was a loan taken from a "bank", and banks were something of a treasury. She could learn just from following the threads of words in her head.

Fashion, however, was opaque to such methods. People looked somewhat different than what she remembered of Japan, but not so different as to feel like a different era. Honestly it was so weird that there was so little difference between dress on the other side of the world — men's styles in particular seemed remarkably uniform.

And yet, there were still ways for the men to fail. When they left to rejoin the men, they found they should perhaps not be left to their own devices. "Now we need to find Kuzuki-sen–" Rin paused, and raised her voice, "Hey Emiya, put that back. It's not going to work. No, not you Archer... actually yes, you too, both of you are hopeless."

On the bottom level of the Centre Eaton, the tunnel opened up into a food court. Now, this wasn't the type of court that Artoria was expecting, having no courtiers or lord. It resembled, more than anything, the chaotic scene surrounding the food wagons on market day, where commoners would gather to partake in a warm meal before returning to field or farm. But it did resemble a court in one important way: it was a place where people of many cultures would come and feast together.

From one of the side entrances, a young man with a high forehead and glasses called out, "Cassiopée!"

"Ah, Grahame! Glad you could make it!" They met and shared a quick peck on the lips. "You need to shave!"

"I only made it because your text woke me up. No, I'm fine, I just needed to catch up on sleep a bit." The past week had been spent in crunch — in fact, pretty much every week was 'crunch time' these days, as their game crawled its way through development hell.

"My love, they need to take better care of you."

"I can't argue with that. It looks like you're faring better than me at work."

Cassiopée related, "Oh, it has its challenges, but shopping has been rewarding so far." She reached into her bag, pulling up an article, "I found this lovely two-piece–"

"Save it, I'd much prefer to see you wearing it first."

She grinned, "All right!" then turned from her spouse to face everyone else. "Okay, there are a lot of choices here, so everyone can pick out something they like. Let's meet back up in a few minutes." She handed a few bills out to everyone, enough for them to pay for their own food, and went off with Grahame to pick up some pad Thai.

Saber was, at this point, more confused than she had been all day. The paper money was odd, sure, but money had been around in different forms since before civilization, and it was clearly marked in value.

No, it was all of these unknown options. The amount of choice here was bewildering. There was Italian food — they seemed to be as crazy about tomatoes now as they had been about garum back in the old days. The Greek restaurant had foods that Medea didn't appear to recognize, like gyros. And places that were even further out, like Thai, Korean, or Mexican, whoever those people were. Artoria knew that India and China existed, but had no idea what people actually ate there, aside from a few spices. The Chinese food seemed somewhat like the food she saw in Japan, based on the rice, at least.

And none of them claimed to be a British food place, which wasn't terribly surprising.

Variety like this, she had never been offered in any court before. "Does anything sound good to you, Saber?" Shirou asked. He seemed to realize that she was at a loss.

"Whatever you think is best. Perhaps... something simple."

"Simple, huh? I'll try my best."

"I will remain here, and secure us proper seating." She did just that, walking around the centre of the court until she found a large, circular table which could host the entire group. She sat down to claim it, and found herself in a metal chair which wobbled unevenly with her weight — un siège petit périlleux. She moved to another chair.

Cassiopée and Grahame soon joined her, with container of noodles that smelled spicy, though Saber thought she caught a hint of something that smelled a little like garum in there too. Caster, Rider and Soichirou tried the lamb gyros, which Caster quite enjoyed, but Rider felt lacked some authenticity as Greek food. Sakura had one of her cravings for raw meat, and picked up a mix of sushi and sashimi. Rin and Archer were feeling more adventurous, and tried out some tacos. Rin liked them well enough, but Archer made an offhand remark, "Well, I guess we can't expect too much, this far north."

With no meshiya offering simple Japanese food, Shirou decided to go with sandwich shop fare, picking up couple of sandwiches and bags of potato chips for each of them. "Which do you want, turkey or ham?"

"Hmm. Ham, please." She would only find out later that he had in fact managed to bring her modern-day British cuisine. She took a bite, and found the ham shared the bread with cheese, fresh vegetables, and a tangy mustard. Not bad. Many of the foods on their table today used bread to allow one to hold the food cleanly, which she thought was a pretty neat invention. She aped Shirou as he opened his small bag of crisps, and tried it. Ooh, salty, crunchy, starchy!

Then she noticed that Shirou's bag of chips bore the writing "sour cream and onion" Why those foods?

Shirou noticed her staring, so he explained, "I didn't know what flavour you wanted, so I just got plain ones for you."

"There are flavours?"

"Here, try one." She took the thin slice of potato from his hand, and placed it in her mouth. It was like the first one, but with a bit of milkiness, and a kick of onion. She liked onions. Very nice!

Sakura saw this, stared at his little bag of chips, and then gave Emiya the puppy dog eyes. "You too?" he said.

"Ahwwn," she intoned, her mouth open. He deposited a potato chip therein, much like a priest with a communion wafer.

Rin said, "So this is what you get up to without Sensei at your meals, Emiya-kun?"

"I mean..."

"Eh?"

Shirou offered, "You want one too?"'

"Flirt." She turned her face away, to the other end of the table. The view didn't get much better though.

Caster said, "Aren't you going to offer me a bite of yours, darling?"

"We both have the same thing," Souichirou replied, confused.

"So?" He didn't react, so Medea pressed on, pita in hand, "Here, I'll give you a bite of mine first, and we'll be even!"

Rin expected better of her high school teacher, so she called across the table, "Missus Manager, can you please do something about hormone central over here?"

Cassiopée replied simply, "Honestly, I doubt it."



  1. BL: This quote is attributed to St. Ambrose, which should make it old enough for Saber to have known. We're assuming that Artoria comes from sub-Roman Britain, c. 500, rather than the time of high chivalry c. 1100.
  2. BL: The Argonauts sailed before the Trojan war, a few centuries before "ab urbe condita" reckoning. Even if you accept the theory that Romulus was Aeneas's grandson, Rome would still be founded two or three generations after Medea's time, c. 1150 BC. That said, the archaeology indicates still earlier settlement, most continuously on the Capitoline Hill — but still only amounting to an unremarkable backwater set of hilltop villages outside of the Greek sphere.
  3. BL: Britons were once known to paint their skins with woad, mixed from a dye which makes the same pigment as indigo. Today, the same dye, produced synthetically, is mainly used to dye blue jeans.

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