Topher Lydon

If there's a chance to screw everyone over, like potentially defrauding 150 townships and crashing the Ontario Provincial economy in the process... probably

Least Kyle's in the spirit

And progress, Orel's finallly asking for what he wants. True, he has to use cue cards, but it's still better than bribing Pizza boys for their pants.

I have never felt more sorry for a Chicken.

Chapter Twenty: The Nymphalis Antiopa Protocol The floor-to-ceiling windows of the Merrick study offered a panoramic view of the driveway, a strip of grey gravel that currently played host to Oliver’s silver sedan. From this height, Tarquin could see his brother stepping out, followed by the hunched, weary figure of Finn Grady. Behind Tarquin, the soft clink of a crystal decanter against a glass signaled that Miles Strickland was finished with his work for the hour. “The paperwo

Having had a ... difficult first name as a child, I can relate. I changed mine at 18 and never looked back. Something many parents fail to realize is that their children are not property, and names can be cruel. *ahem* on the other hand, a true name can be liberating. Consigning his "legacy" to the dustbin was one of my happiest days. I remember when I hit the point where I was officially my name longer than I had been his, a settling of satisfaction. Same year he died, so you know, double celebration. *shrugs*

It's funny I think with Percy Jackson it might make a resurgence. i've always liked it.

Tomorrow: The Butcher's Bill.

Found it:

Coco Chanel's speciality

I like Jake in this chapter. There was a song a few years back talking about how we are made up of pieces of all these people, stretching back in time. Long lines of people that have lived, loved and lost, fought, won, and sacrificed all so that we can be here and be who we are. It's not just biology, lessons and ideas. The way a song is sung, or the way a table is laid... we're so amazingly complex.

West will want a word, and so convenient that Graves has his own torture dungeon handy.

Good morning Let there be trouble.

CHAPTER 23 - THE OTHER SON Location: The Blue Guest Suite, The Manse Time: 2245 Hours. The robe was silk. Of course it was. Ned stood in the center of the cavernous bathroom, steam from his shower still curling in the air like ghosts. The tile was black marble, veined with gold, cold under his bare feet. He looked at himself in the vast, gilt-framed mirror. The robe was a deep, midnight blue, heavy and cool, embroidered with a subtle, swirling pattern of Eastern dragons. It was

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I have just added a scene in that should explain what Tarquin has done regarding the legal issues. that will go live with tomorrow's chapter.

Peter may be short, but he's never afraid.

He's still trying to be the good brother, he hasn't quite worked out that he can fight Tarquin, he keeps folding when he thinks he can... Tarquin just crushes him. Beaten dog syndrome, he gets glimmers, but I describe it as he's trying to stand up to Tarquin on broken legs. He keeps falling down.

I enjoy writing Orel, I kind of sit there thinking what would an Alien make of all of this, trying to get out of that standard way of thinking. My clear rule about writing him was to make sure he was Linux in a Window's world... perfectly capable, but goes about things in a fundamentally different way. He's written as owl-like, big glasses with a firm belief in A to the B to the C... as he gets stressed, as he does in this chapter he falls back on walls of logic and data. Finn is the only one who can pull him through those. He adores Finn: F + O = ❤️ Like the whole Dominos uniform arc, it wasn't him trying to be whimsical or cute, it was him trying to figure out how to ask Finn to sleep with him. He's woefully unequipped in that whole department because why would Oliver teach Orel about the birds and the Bees, and Tarquin is a WALL of ERROR DATA CORRUPTED. Orel is a wonder to write.

I do think Orel's insistence on the traditional rules of Marriage is first and foremost his love language, he believes in rules, protocol, and understands things when there is a clear way set out for him to do them. He has little time, or acceptance of wriggling. He likes things black and white. This is why Tarquin always misreads Orel, he is expecting Orel to exist in greys like he does, like he's made Oliver do. But Orel is just not built that way. It makes Orel, possibly, the most honest character I have ever written.

I am afraid Madam Xue is having happy fun times with Chad Wexler, another pig who has her attention. Someone has to kick the pig.

Graves will get his, I assure you.

There are two guard in the room with assault rifles. Peter wouldn't make it across the table.

We can presume this is true, I should tighten down on the details in the next chapter. The legal side of things, TBH I hadn't really thought to put it in, the implication being Tarquin sorted it... but that is a bit of a cop out, as you've pointed out. Thank you, I will ensure it's sorted for the next chapter.

Exactly, Tarquin's been outfoxed, he just doesn't know it yet. Once that marriage happens, his power evaporates. His fault is his blinding arrogance that he thinks he's winning. There are no brakes on the train, and it's heading for a gorge.