OK, fine, I'll post The Beast, but I gotta warn you - this fic has Ideas. Pretensions, even. I've got the rough storyline planned out (with one glaring fork in the road which it hasn't yet decided on), and a few conversations here and there (do you all have the problem where the dialogue is a breeze, but the transitions are a total BITCH?), but nothing like a schedule of releases or an estimated size or anything freaking USEFUL like that.
So...without further ado (or additional fucking aggro), let me introduce you to "Standing Room Only", a Mezzanine offshoot. This is set a bit after the events of Carry That Weight. In all honesty, this was prompted by one of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
synecdochic's comment responses a couple years back about a character that could "suck the chrome off a bumper and polish it to a doozy", or something like that. I don't even claim to know how my mind works.
Standing Room Only
( The house was unnaturally quiet and still; it was getting under Daniel's skin. )
TBC...
So...without further ado (or additional fucking aggro), let me introduce you to "Standing Room Only", a Mezzanine offshoot. This is set a bit after the events of Carry That Weight. In all honesty, this was prompted by one of
synecdochic's comment responses a couple years back about a character that could "suck the chrome off a bumper and polish it to a doozy", or something like that. I don't even claim to know how my mind works. Standing Room Only
( The house was unnaturally quiet and still; it was getting under Daniel's skin. )
TBC...
