#but its a helluvalot for a school day

[thelakesuite]

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- i have decided that frank gets 'shaved' (aka fake beard taken off and his hair tidied up) in the parlor by william just after he comes in from the well, while leonard and albert (and probably rose too) are arguing about how they werent supposed to fuck with the well etc.. i do want to include checkmate as a song to evenly split the songs into four acts (first years at the house ending at the elixir, the triplets ending at voodoo, albert fucks shit up and dies ending at checkmate, completing the ritual ending at roots), but it'd be choreographically light and probably the shortest of the songs. there should likely be a scene between these two to break things up but im not sure what it would be?

- the tree/clock in roots will have ten branches that the sacrifice jars (and vials) will be hung from

- god im rly still debating on the arrival. on the one hand itd be cute to have the whole family out for a Big Dance Number and lay down some intrigue but on the other hand it just feels too nonsensical for the tone im tryna reach? if thats the word. i don’t have any familiarity with smaller cast musicals so it feels like a big dance is required

- crow is actually present for a good portion of this, though usually only talking to william. narrator, vessel for exposition, what have you. the actors are never around (or awake) to notice him tho. he may also do voiceover giving the year & season of most scenes (aka wherever it changes significantly).

- i have another line! for fertility! from albert! "You know, Emma, our father wasn't entirely unsuccessful. The [universe] just preferred his mutt to survive. May those same stars align for you as well." see it sounds like he's supporting her but he's actually wantin those start to align to kill her lol. he says this just before he leaves n sams already gone. just droppin one liners.

- im wantin to have a lot of callbacks in this thing, at least in the first draft. james falls over and dies at the end of the elixir with mary standing directly behind him all shocked, just like human-william and corrupted-william in the prologue

- while we're talking about the elixir. turning point bout 1/3 through the song (maybe 1/2 but thatd the latest) james comes down to stage front while the background panels are ~dramatically~ pulled back, the basement backdrop is lowered, and the furniture is switched out. probably the most complicated transition in the show considering the time limit. corrupted stagehands hand james some Liquids while he alchemies all over stage and mary tries to stop him

- more bits on voodoo, may have said some of this before. therell be a few lines where albert is mimicking either sam or ida, and the mimickee(?) sings with him (which are the only parts they sing). somewhere past the halfway point, albert chucks aside samuel's doll and starts to do some tango shit with ida. of course, sam gets chucked aside too (as much as a stage fall can provide), and gets his eye cut out as some of the corrupted stagehands drag him off alive :(. similar happens to ida before the last line, but not as harshly

i'm probably moving later this month (still yet to be closed but the furthest date is december 2nd best i recall) and we are Packing so i'm not likely to work on this much anytime soon. i'd also want to wait for albert's game to release or for us to at least get more information on it, in case it characterizes the vanderbooms contrary to what i have, but here i could at least finish act 1 before albert comes into play (hopefully). the dream is to finish this to be fully released on roots' 5th anniversary, but that might be the release date for al's game for the same reason.

[blastingxff]

Fate that Binds pt. 6

This part: Pizza, beer, and inappropriate words. What can be better?

first part // previous part // next part Series: Pokemon Characters: Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu, Ash, Brock, May, Max, Jessebelle Ships: hints of rocketshipping if you read it that way, mostly just friendshipping though Summary: It had been a throwaway wish, something made out of the frustration of the moment- it wasn’t actually supposed to happen. But the magic of a well haunted by a pokemon’s spirit ended up altering reality. Now, Jessie, James, and Meowth aren’t in Team Rocket. They don’t even know each other. And it’s created far darker a world for the TRio than Ash could have ever imagined, and now he and his friends want nothing more than to change things back to how they were. Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort, so much angst, all the angst, drama, butchered canon, Words: 1,234 / part 6 out of 16 Trigger Warnings (this part): swearing, abuse mention Notes: This popped into my head and didn’t get out until I wrote it down. It’s 16 chapters, and entirely written already in about three days. So that will explain a helluvalot. Like the bus-sized plotholes. I just wanted to be mean to my favorite characters, geeze, is that so bad? XP Also can be read on Ao3.

Chapter 6 Six Days until the Wedding

The evening was rounding about to its halfway point. The two of them were sprawled out on the grass in the middle of one of the parks in the closest city. Hidden by the trees, lit by the moonlight and a random tall light that hugged the curb nearby, they were munching on greasy pizza and drinking cheap beer.

It felt natural.

He had barely said any words, aside from the occasional minor quip, but those quips she loved. He was funny. Not at all like she imagined some stuck-up rich boy to be. What had been different between then and now? She tried to think back to why she had held so much animosity towards him. Why she had been so quick to believe he would brush her off like everyone else in her life had.

And she realized she had no answer. She had gone into Pokémon Tech bitter and spiteful. Maybe he had tried to say something to her, but she hadn’t wanted to give him the time of day.

How would her life have been different if she had spoken to him?

“I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve hung out.”

Confusion stopped James from taking another drink from the can in his hand. After a moment he continued his drink’s path to his mouth while waiting for an explanation.

“I went to Pokémon Tech.”

The coughing fit that followed had Jessie concerned about her ‘hostage’s’ survival. Beer had rolled down his chin, drips were on his shirt by the time he had controlled himself.

“I was that super poor chick.”

“Ghetto girl?”

Jessie’s brows flattened. James immediately realized what he had said.

“Um… that’s… that’s what they called you. Sorry,” he pulled his knees into his body, making himself smaller.

She could tell he was feeling guilty. Honestly, she had had enough of people’s guilt. Especially guilt aimed towards her, “I’m not so weak as that a bunch of rich assholes calling me ghetto is going to hurt me.”

But she could tell he wasn’t feeling much better.

“Wanna make it up to me?”

James perked up. Did he actually think what he had done required redemption? Well if there was one thing exploitable in the world….

She reached into the bag she had brought with her, taking out the drawing from that afternoon, “Do you know what this is?”

Now he was looking at the sheet of paper that Max and May had tag teamed.

“Have you seen it before? Do you know this well?”

He tilted his head. Once again, he was hesitating. Speaking was a gamble, it seemed.

“You can say something. I’m not going to silence you.”

He glanced up at her, then back at the paper. His mouth opened but closed again, eyes looking up once more to check hers. To see if her expression changed at all as he showed intention of speaking. Jessie felt an anger towards the woman who did this, more so than she felt towards her own abuser. He at least admitted to being a horrible person. That woman continued with her head high like she was a pure gift to humanity.

She wanted to help him. She wanted to hear his voice. She kept her gaze on him, trying to be as encouraging as possible. Finally, he seemed to decide speaking was acceptable, “I think I’ve… I’ve read a book about this.”

But that was all he offered. She sighed, rolling her eyes.

Immediately she regretted the cross actions, his body tensed. Okay, of course that scared him, “Sorry, I just- ugh, okay, you know what? Game time. We’re playing a game.”

“A game?” James’ body turned, leaving his slice of pizza in the box as his brow raised.

“Yes. A game. We’re gonna shout ‘fuck’.”

He looked less than comfortable. 

“No, no, don’t worry,” why was she so bad at helping him relax? “We’re just gonna say the word. It’s just a word. It’s not gonna bite. We’ll start quiet, then we’re going to get louder and louder. First person who wimps out, loses. Easy, right?”

“Ah… well-”

“Remember the condition? You promised me. I break you out, we play by my rules.”

His shoulders slumped, “Right.”

“James, this is fun, I promise. Lemme start, easy, fuck.”

It was a little more than a whisper. He took a moment, but after a time responded, “fuck.”

She repeated the word. Louder. He followed suit. Soon, she was shouting the word.

He was wavering.

“Come on James. Don’t let me win this.”

He bit his lip, glancing around as though to see if anyone else was there. To make sure there were no monsters lurking in the bushes.

“Fuck!”

The word was quick but loud. Jessie’s smile became wider, more devilish. Her tongue ran along the tips of her upper teeth on the right side of her mouth. A wind-up.

“FUCK.”

James was at a loss, but her silent daring had ignited something in him and she wanted to watch the fire burn. He took a deep breath, “FUCK!”

By the time they were done their throats were sore from screaming, they had moved closer to the shadows of the trees as an officer passed by to investigate the obscenities. But she was soon gone, deciding it was nothing more than hidden nighttime pranksters. Watching her leave, they giggled like school children and their empty beer cans were laying forgotten by the side of the greased-up pizza box. Jessie fell onto her back, the moon bright in the sky.

“Well, Princess, it seems time for the Rogue to get you home before you’ve been discovered missing.”

And like a switch, James’ eyes turned from their bright emerald to a dull forest green. He looked down. Jessie frowned, “What’s with that face?”

“I had a lot of fun. Most fun I’ve ever had…” he was wringing his hands, it was a quiet question, “can we do it again sometime?”

She met his desiring gaze with a firm nod, “Of course. I’ll see you tonight then.”

The light returned, his smile widened at the meaning, “Okay! I can’t wait! Thanks- er…” There was a pause. Jessie realized that the night had flown by, and he had yet to ask for her name.

He didn’t need to, “Jessie.”

The smile filled his shining eyes, renewed with life, “Thanks, Jessie.”

* * *

It was nearing dawn by the time she returned to the small settlement. The misty morning was serene in its scene, the irises of Jessie’s eyes now held a new flash of excitement that Ash hadn’t seen before. It was as though she had had a revelation through her night out. Finding a grassy patch, she layed onto her side.

“If any of you wake me up before I get up myself, I swear I will smack you from here back to your world where everything is ‘right,’” the threat came haphazardly from her as she yawned. The grass in front of her was soft, slightly damp, and just a bit too boring for the woman’s intense focus. Something was on her mind.

“Jessie?”

Her focus on the blades of grass didn’t falter, “I think…” her eyelids were getting heavy, “I think I’m starting to believe you. About James and I being friends, I mean. At least… I want to believe you.”

[troubledhusband]

Friday night.

Once again.

Alone. Tired. Exhausted.

Alone (but not really, the 2 dogs are here!) again cause she isn’t here. Not so much as a surprise to see her leftovers, plates, dishes, trash and laundry are out again. I picked up the trash and cleaned up the kitchen/dining table. We now have roaches and I want to prevent them from spawning more by keeping up with the cleaning. Can she do it?! No because she has no time. No time to clean because “reasons”. “I’m tired. I have martial arts class. I have work. I have school.” Or the usual “my fingers hurt. My shoulders hurt. My medications aren’t working. I have ADHD, Bipolar, and arthritis!”

Again... reasons. But I have a reason for her: “I’m Lazy. I wasn’t told growing up to clean. I was rich and we have maids. I relied heavily on my mom for money and my maids to clean for me.”

Tired because I wanted to get overtime. For the fact that California is helluvalot expensive to live into is an understatement. Its crazy expensive! I also have a splitting headache from flu symptoms. I don’t think I have the flu just yet. I have 50 hrs. for this week only. Guess that means more overtime to break even!

Exhausted from letting a woman who swore an oath to the law to be a faithful wife just become an acquaintance that I dont want to have. A person who I dont respect anymore. Exhausted from keeping this relationship from crashing into a bad ending. Exhausted thinking about being alone and apart and how good it is right now to be like that everyday. From my opinion, “if I am the breadwinner, there should be a mutual understanding that the house chores and responsibilities are split by the both of us.” This week, I payed for the apartment rent, car payment, internet, car/rent insurance, and gas/electricity. That is well over $2500+ from my pocket. For her responsibility, her own med. insurance and our phones. Since she isn’t making that much, she misses payments and gets us behind.

No more of this nonesense. I’m too tired to speak about things and to exhausted to care anymore. I still have my homework from school, an major essay draft due in 2 days, to build and finish.

She is out there somewhere with her “friends”. Only her “happiness” is important. Not the husband at home trying to make ends meet.