Friday Sick call
Jan. 13th, 2006 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdIt was...unpleasant at Chez Mudd this morning.
Dollface is complaining her big toe hurts. (Not broken, nothing visibly wrong)
Bunny is cramping.
Obi didn't want to get out of bed.
Jonner was the only sane one of the bunch.
Have I mentioned lately I hate mornings?
On the Plus Side:
Payday
Brokeback Mountain is showing at Studio on the Square! Squeeeee! Memphians, if you want to go, leave a message.
Started writing on The Hero's Journey sort of novel.
Ruvane hated working Landalian worlds. The big reptilioids thought they were better than humans in every respect. Yet, they’d never developed space-travel and lacked a necessary part of the brain to do the navigating themselves. They’d spread through three systems as passengers and colonists. They paid well for others to do their spacing. They had to, since their attitudes drove most pilots off after a couple runs.
Ruvane didn’t mind. He’d been sneered at by better than the big grey lizard who was looking down at him right now across the restaurant table.
“Very fast, very good. Your pay.” The Landalian handed over a credit chip with the agreed-upon amount. “I have another cargo. Call in a day to discuss it.” The lizard left, without paying the bill.
Ruvane paid, deposited the credit-chip at the local branch of his bank and went back to his ship to think. Yeah, he could take another run. He spent the evening going over his baby girl, making sure her engines were in good shape and everything was ready to lift. The next day, he called.
The Landalian invited him out to the estate outside the city. Ruvane, were he another sort of man, would have left the place with pockets bulging full of ill-gotten booty. An honest streak a parsec wide saved all the myriad little treasures of his employer.
He had an uncomfortable evening of it. He was the only human not in a slave collar. The only one seated at the table, before Landalian food he knew he could not digest. Then the entertainment began.
A beautiful dancer, of indeterminate gender, in a long blue robe came out and began. As the music swelled, the dancer dropped the robe to reveal a male body clad in a blue loin-cloth. Ruvane couldn’t stop watching. The youth was the most beautiful he’d ever seen, all long black hair and liquid dark eyes. His skin was sallow under the lights but Ruvane suspected it would be almost golden with some sun.
The Landalians let him get through one song. As he began the second, they began their form of entertainment, pelting him with refuse from the table and trying to make him miss a beat or a step. He gave them no satisfaction and completed the second song. During the third, Ruvane’s employer pulled him aside.
The deal was struck that he would go to Carmathi and pick up the tons of foodstuffs. He didn’t tell the Landalian he was charging triple rates.
“You do fine work. As a reward, stay tonight and you may choose among my toys.”
This weekend:
Skinny White Chick concert tonight, I'll be home around 10 ish.
Tomorrow: mail cards for mom and sis. grocery shop. Post "Light under Water" (Yoda has a secret admirer) and "Delight of my eyes" (Edmund/Rabadesh)
Sunday, work 6-11
Monday off.
Dollface is complaining her big toe hurts. (Not broken, nothing visibly wrong)
Bunny is cramping.
Obi didn't want to get out of bed.
Jonner was the only sane one of the bunch.
Have I mentioned lately I hate mornings?
On the Plus Side:
Payday
Brokeback Mountain is showing at Studio on the Square! Squeeeee! Memphians, if you want to go, leave a message.
Started writing on The Hero's Journey sort of novel.
Ruvane hated working Landalian worlds. The big reptilioids thought they were better than humans in every respect. Yet, they’d never developed space-travel and lacked a necessary part of the brain to do the navigating themselves. They’d spread through three systems as passengers and colonists. They paid well for others to do their spacing. They had to, since their attitudes drove most pilots off after a couple runs.
Ruvane didn’t mind. He’d been sneered at by better than the big grey lizard who was looking down at him right now across the restaurant table.
“Very fast, very good. Your pay.” The Landalian handed over a credit chip with the agreed-upon amount. “I have another cargo. Call in a day to discuss it.” The lizard left, without paying the bill.
Ruvane paid, deposited the credit-chip at the local branch of his bank and went back to his ship to think. Yeah, he could take another run. He spent the evening going over his baby girl, making sure her engines were in good shape and everything was ready to lift. The next day, he called.
The Landalian invited him out to the estate outside the city. Ruvane, were he another sort of man, would have left the place with pockets bulging full of ill-gotten booty. An honest streak a parsec wide saved all the myriad little treasures of his employer.
He had an uncomfortable evening of it. He was the only human not in a slave collar. The only one seated at the table, before Landalian food he knew he could not digest. Then the entertainment began.
A beautiful dancer, of indeterminate gender, in a long blue robe came out and began. As the music swelled, the dancer dropped the robe to reveal a male body clad in a blue loin-cloth. Ruvane couldn’t stop watching. The youth was the most beautiful he’d ever seen, all long black hair and liquid dark eyes. His skin was sallow under the lights but Ruvane suspected it would be almost golden with some sun.
The Landalians let him get through one song. As he began the second, they began their form of entertainment, pelting him with refuse from the table and trying to make him miss a beat or a step. He gave them no satisfaction and completed the second song. During the third, Ruvane’s employer pulled him aside.
The deal was struck that he would go to Carmathi and pick up the tons of foodstuffs. He didn’t tell the Landalian he was charging triple rates.
“You do fine work. As a reward, stay tonight and you may choose among my toys.”
This weekend:
Skinny White Chick concert tonight, I'll be home around 10 ish.
Tomorrow: mail cards for mom and sis. grocery shop. Post "Light under Water" (Yoda has a secret admirer) and "Delight of my eyes" (Edmund/Rabadesh)
Sunday, work 6-11
Monday off.
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Date: 2006-01-13 04:54 pm (UTC)But good otherwise. Easy enough to swap another alien race. :)
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Date: 2006-01-13 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 08:19 pm (UTC)Were you planning on going tonight? If so, what time?
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Date: 2006-01-13 09:18 pm (UTC)Let me check with Mudd about tomorrow though.