The start of chapter two, in which Eames appears. Yay Eames! Sally Cunningham, the other notable character in this part, is halfway between an OC and a vanishingly minor canon character -- she is physically based on the blonde woman Eames forges on the second level, but her personality is entirely my creation.
Also, I should probably mention at some point that Peter Lebrun is, of course, Peter Browning. In the same vein, Fisher is Maurice Fischer, and yes, there is a reason I keep misspelling his name. :-) But anyway, on with the story. (1,775 words)
( Weregild, part 9 )
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So that's Eames in this world. If anyone is willing to Brit-pick for me, I will be eternally grateful! I am not going to change my spelling, because it makes no sense to have two thirds of a story in American spelling and one third in British, but I would like to at least try for non-jarring word choices and phrasing.
Now I am off to bed because I have to be at work at 9am Wednesday morning, for semiannual inventory day. I have to help count every item in the store by hand. And then, when my brain is thoroughly turned to porridge, I have to snap back into the rhythm of a regular working day until 6pm -- I don't even get to go home early like my coworkers! I am so not looking forward to that.
Also, I should probably mention at some point that Peter Lebrun is, of course, Peter Browning. In the same vein, Fisher is Maurice Fischer, and yes, there is a reason I keep misspelling his name. :-) But anyway, on with the story. (1,775 words)
( Weregild, part 9 )
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So that's Eames in this world. If anyone is willing to Brit-pick for me, I will be eternally grateful! I am not going to change my spelling, because it makes no sense to have two thirds of a story in American spelling and one third in British, but I would like to at least try for non-jarring word choices and phrasing.
Now I am off to bed because I have to be at work at 9am Wednesday morning, for semiannual inventory day. I have to help count every item in the store by hand. And then, when my brain is thoroughly turned to porridge, I have to snap back into the rhythm of a regular working day until 6pm -- I don't even get to go home early like my coworkers! I am so not looking forward to that.