musesfool has put a Harry Potter/Homicide ficlet in her livejournal. I found it here: [link] That is Baltimore backwards...featured in an ep that reminds me a lot of Fred in Pylea...if there were forty-eight hours in a day, I would write it, too.
There's more than one way to skin a cat. And I happen to know that's factually true.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?
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erikaj - Oct 23, 2005 2:44:08 pm PDT #1237 of 10434
Always Anti-fascist!
Dana - Oct 25, 2005 5:36:17 am PDT #1238 of 10434
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
The first thing Nikita noticed was the temperature and the piquancy of the room for it was really cold and awfully bright.
Yes, the room was piquant, with a subtle overtone of cloves and lavender contributing to the full-bodied scent.
She could see, someplace in her subliminal, how Sarah, Chuck and Simone watched her and their anguished faces alarmed Nikita.
Some place very deep in her subliminal.
The profundity of her experience in the short time she had known this man and the depth of the wake he was leaving in her life overwhelmed her. How could he think she would rebuild her life and move on? Didn’t Michael understand that he was leaving a full set of fingerprints in the woman’s broken heart?
I'm now picturing Gil Grissom staring bemusedly at the fingerprints on Nikita's heart.
She fell asleep and quickly navigated through a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
Plus a minotaur.
Consuela - Oct 25, 2005 5:40:09 am PDT #1239 of 10434
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
wow, a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
... you know, I can't even begin to guess what she's trying to say there.
Dana - Oct 25, 2005 5:43:13 am PDT #1240 of 10434
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
It would make a good new LJ name, if I ever changed my LJ name.
Sophia Brooks - Oct 25, 2005 5:46:47 am PDT #1241 of 10434
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
you know, I can't even begin to guess what she's trying to say there.
Me neither. It does remind me of when my high school friend wrote an essay about "the voluptuous waste of bird", which also made no sense to me
shrift - Oct 25, 2005 6:44:58 am PDT #1242 of 10434
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
She fell asleep and quickly navigated through a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that Nikita's having erotic dreams, but then again, she also could be sleepwalking in the garden.
Matt the Bruins fan - Oct 25, 2005 6:56:52 am PDT #1243 of 10434
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Why not both?
Dana - Oct 25, 2005 6:58:39 am PDT #1244 of 10434
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Remember that Michael is dead. I suspect it's supposed to mean "she had bad dreams", personally.
Also, the suggestion posts for yuletide are up. God help the mods.
shrift - Oct 25, 2005 7:26:17 am PDT #1245 of 10434
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I suspect it's supposed to mean "she had bad dreams", personally.
The engorgement threw me. Is she full? Beyond satisfaction? Congested with blood? Can you be agitated and replete?
Friends don't let friends abuse the thesaurus! But I'm not her friend, and therefore I am allowed to beat her with a Roget's.
Also, the suggestion posts for yuletide are up. God help the mods.
Lord have mercy on their souls.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Oct 25, 2005 7:35:11 am PDT #1246 of 10434
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
With the aid of answers.com, I interpret this phrase (giving her the benefit of the doubt) as follows: a noisy, disorderly and fanciful mental illusion which is congested with blood. Probably this supports Dana's 'bad dream' hypothesis.
Without the benefit of the doubt, it becomes: an individual who has received a transplant of genetically and immunologically different tissue, who is eating ravenously or voraciously to satiation and tends to cause tumult. On which basis I'd lean towards a sneak description of a resident of Sang Sacre if I thought it was that clever.