SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Nine

Quinn was awake when the door swung open. He had questions sitting on his tongue; he’d spent half the night experimenting, shocked to discover that with just a little more pressure than usual he could bend utensils in half. At first he’d put it down to shoddy workmanship, but after succeeding in snapping the window’s golden handle off he had reluctantly come to accept that something was different.

Q swept into the room. His usual easy air was sullied by the tired sagging of his face. “I think I’ve got it,” he announced to the room. Kian peered up at him, rubbing sleepy eyes.
The hotel room’s door shook with the force of a knock. Quinn sat up straighter at Kian’s alarm, but Q only grinned – albeit wearily.

“Right on time.”

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SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Eight

Fucking finally, am I right? Sorry for the wait ❤

Quinn sat with a gaping mouth as his uncle’s earnest eyes stared up at him. Unconsciously he surveyed Q’s appearance; the man didn’t look a day over twenty five at a push. And yet Quinn knew that his namesake had been a handful of years older than his father.

Before he could formulate a question, the door opened. Quinn smelled trace scents of rosemary and the remnants of his sister’s perfume before he even saw the teenager.

“Kian,” Q said by way of explanation, and Quinn blinked.

“Izzy’s Kian?” he mumbled. The boy’s cheeks reddened and he looked at his feet.

“That’s him,” Q answered cheerfully. “Come on in. We have some ‘splaining to do.”

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SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Seven

Housekeeping:
1) Two chapters became one 5K chapter so I went with it.
2) Sorry for being MIA. Moving and all, ya know. After this I’m going on a short hiatus (1 month or so) to try and sort out my laggy game, catching up on WP, editing my book, and planning the second half of the gen.
3) The pictures aren’t great. See laggy game. It would take me an evening to take one scene. Painful.
4) There is a sort of trigger warning for this chapter, but going into detail would kinda be a spoiler. If you think you might need to know what it is, you can read about it on my private tumblr post here.


Midday sun saturated the balcony and the flowers turned their heads to worship. The old radio – battered at the corners but still cheerful – belted out the lyrics to Build me up Buttercup which carried across the hills, sitting on a light wind which kept the midges at bay.

In her own world filled with saturated colours and impressionist style landscapes, Echo painted. The soft touch of her brush on canvas had lulled her mind into silence, and she had been floating pleasantly in the present where nothing mattered but the deft moves of her wrist and fingers.

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Game night

Hi folks! Follow this link here for the game, password is just hi

I’ll keep an eye on this and tumblr if you need to get hold of me.

See you in 15 mins!

 

Edit: the site seems to have crashed or something – will see if it gets back up shortly and edit this post if so

 

Edit 2: the site is still down, so let’s assume it’ll be like that for the night and reschedule. Sorry folks! </3

Game Night

I have my internet, and you know what that means? GAME NIGHT!!

I’m up for another round of Cards Against Humanity, with a bonus pack of sim cards. My time on the upcoming weekends is a little tight, but I assume that’s the best time for people to gather, so I’m suggesting either Friday night GMT (8th) (this will be during the day for some folk, which might not work) or Saturday night on the 16th — I’m not 100% sure I’ll be free, because that’s my birthday, but I don’t have any plans as of yet, and that’s a good to spend the night imo!

Let me know what you all can do and I’ll figure it out!

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SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Six


Quinn had arrived first, following directions on a scrap piece of paper until the Arron’s Arcade sign had caught his eye, spilling neon blue light out onto the dull side street. He had recognised the name once Mia had suggested the venue; his uncles had visited on occasion, but luckily he wouldn’t be running into them that day; they were in America for a conference-and-holiday, so Quinn didn’t have to worry.

He’d drifted inside and was pleasantly surprised to find a friendly assistant point him into a cosy room, where muted grey walls gave a good contrast to the electric lights of the arcade machines.

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