Booting up someone's computer is like reading their mail or opening their medicine cabinet. or the bedroom nightstand. Oi.
And speaking of rats and crows, io9 reported via BBC that gay finches mate for life.
And it will be your fault and Katarihno's if I end up writing Cinderella fic for fem gen ficathon. I did just have an idea today for Hwin... And YES, Cinderella would totally go to the ball to cross examine the Prince about the legitimacy of certain documents. "I think it is a fake," she insisted, waving the documents under his nose. "These signatures are not in the same hand."
The Prince took a step backward to avoid the insistent presentation and nearly pitched over the balustrade. "Yes, hrrrm, I quite see your point. But what might we do about it?"
"Do? Do?!? You have the key to the vault, do you not? We need to go there at once."
Martin took that extremely convenient moment to rush out on to the balcony and hide behind a pillar. "Sorry, hope I'm not intruding!" Martin whispered. "But if I have to listen to one more sonnet composed in praise of Princess Kay of the Milky Way and her beautiful features carved out of a block of butter, I shall become murderous. Or insist upon a very large bread basket and a bushel of roasted corn ears."
He paused in mid babble and looked about, more carefully. "I say, it seems I am interrupting something. Excellent! Can I help? Does it require foodstuffs? Or fishing hooks? Raising an army of chimney sweeps?"
Cinderella stared then gave him a sideways look that Prince had seen so many times before. To her considerable credit, the women had usually run for their lives upon such an introduction to Martin. At least Cinderella wasn't screaming, yet. And if there was ever someone who would be game for breaking into the royal vaults on Ball Night, it would be Martin, and especially if it meant he could avoid Princess Kay of the Milky Way.
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And speaking of rats and crows, io9 reported via BBC that gay finches mate for life.
And it will be your fault and Katarihno's if I end up writing Cinderella fic for fem gen ficathon. I did just have an idea today for Hwin... And YES, Cinderella would totally go to the ball to cross examine the Prince about the legitimacy of certain documents. "I think it is a fake," she insisted, waving the documents under his nose. "These signatures are not in the same hand."
The Prince took a step backward to avoid the insistent presentation and nearly pitched over the balustrade. "Yes, hrrrm, I quite see your point. But what might we do about it?"
"Do? Do?!? You have the key to the vault, do you not? We need to go there at once."
Martin took that extremely convenient moment to rush out on to the balcony and hide behind a pillar. "Sorry, hope I'm not intruding!" Martin whispered. "But if I have to listen to one more sonnet composed in praise of Princess Kay of the Milky Way and her beautiful features carved out of a block of butter, I shall become murderous. Or insist upon a very large bread basket and a bushel of roasted corn ears."
He paused in mid babble and looked about, more carefully. "I say, it seems I am interrupting something. Excellent! Can I help? Does it require foodstuffs? Or fishing hooks? Raising an army of chimney sweeps?"
Cinderella stared then gave him a sideways look that Prince had seen so many times before. To her considerable credit, the women had usually run for their lives upon such an introduction to Martin. At least Cinderella wasn't screaming, yet. And if there was ever someone who would be game for breaking into the royal vaults on Ball Night, it would be Martin, and especially if it meant he could avoid Princess Kay of the Milky Way.