Forum Fiction Troubleshooting/Comments Thread

In my mind, Cooper is a cyborg more than a full-on robot - and even then, mostly a man. It could be a war wound that had to be patched up with metal. It could be something entirely different.

I feel like half this thread is me or Jay nudging people (although ZJ did show me up on my last nudge). Andy, can you get it done today, do you think?

I'm going to be unavailable until late Saturday, so if Andy can't do his, then you may have to skip straight past me.

Aye sorry about that, I'll be getting it up today/tomorrow morning at the latest.

It's now Jay's turn if we follow the rules strictly... How's it coming along, Andy?

I slept in, writing now!

Hey guess what's on More 4 right now.

A serialised adaptation of our Forum Fiction?

Breaking news: Rat Race was as shit as I remember.

I really like these brass men characters. They're fun to write for.

You wrote them really well as well! I think, by some miracle, we're creating a fantastic fantasy world. I loved all Balla's fantasy racism as well.

Much though I enjoy writing Dick, he probably reads the Steampunk Daily Mail.

Observant people may notice that I added a "deadline" to the first post. Mostly so I don't have to keep nudging people and feeling like a dictator.  Please check your deadline when it's your turn!

Mine will go up later today.

What about your contribution to the Forum Fiction? 

That was worthy of Beemoh, ZJ!  What has this place done to you?

I'm surprisingly fond of innuendo - I just never manage to get it up/get it in there fast enough. :affraid:

ZeroJones wrote:

Either way, that was all the invitation the masked man needed. He snuck into the kitchen silently and took up a position in the darkest corner of the room. Still wearing his hat and coat, despite the fetid warmth of his surroundings, the curious eyes of the mask began to sweep the room. They alighted on a particularly ornate tray of goodies. The coat flipped and a tiny bottle appeared in the man’s gloved hands. The mask’s smile appeared to get wider.

I hope y'all hadn't forgotten about this!

I'm gonna have to have a nice, thorough read of everything that's been written before I do my next one. It's pretty thrilling stuff so far, guys!

I'm certainly enjoying reading how everyone takes the story off in a totally different direction every time I read! Fantastic stuff.

This is really coming together guys!   

Woohoo!  

Drunkalilly wrote:

I'm gonna have to have a nice, thorough read of everything that's been written before I do my next one. It's pretty thrilling stuff so far, guys!

Probably need some more summarising and stuff at some point.  I did the last one, so "not it"!

Correct me if any of these are wrong:

Lucia Velli - In the palace hall, her plan going down the shitter.

Luka Velli - Hiding in a servant's room, oblivious to the chaos.

Chuck - Cowering somewhat in a corner of the palace hall.

Cooper - In a toilet stall, preparing to defend the Item/Macguffin on the Brass Commander's orders.

Brass Commander - Somewhere in the castle, basking.

Duke of the Low Forest - Tripping balls.

Royal Family - Probably panicking in the palace hall.

Roger - Dead, presumably killed by the Brass Commander.

Harrison and Hieronymus - Gawping at the box in Hieronymus's office.

Dick - Guarding in the cold.

Parker - Dead in some bathroom somewhere.

Masked Man - Presumed to be one of the Magi of the Ivory Tower, and suspected by Lucia to have roofied everyone. Slinking out the main hall.

Seems right, although bar some last-minute heroics, I wouldn't count on the Duke emerging from his trip any time soon.

Also, did Luka's part in the Velli plan end with his manipulation of the seating plan?  I'm not clear on that.

Isn't Dick (making his way) in the palace now?

He's still outside, trying to get in through an "irritatingly complex lock".  

We're not going with "magi" as a singular, are we?  One magus or mage, two magi, surely?

Turns out it's a cadre of elderly women who are called Maggie. They knit the mesh armour of the brass men like nanas knit shreddies.