Archive | August 4, 2014

Tweets: Planning a City

I’ve been having fun plowing through ideas on Doomsday/Boom Town today, & I thought I’d share.








I did some math, decided the circles need to be twice as big in radius, and also remembered apartment buildings, which I imagine will be in groupings near the center tower.

Still working on layout!

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Takes a Village to Build a City, a ficlet of Boom Town/Cynara

It was a pretty story to say that she’d built the city alone, but Cya wasn’t – wasn’t insane in that manner.

Gaheris and Trenton helped her design the city, with books and plans spread out over her kitchen table. It was Trenton who reminded her to include places for worship, for those who had gods who weren’t murderous dead bastards.

It was Daveon she tracked down first – and it was remembering Daveon, in an old-home reminisce about The Old Days Before the War, that got her thinking about the city in the first place.

She’d met Daveon on the job, back when jobs were something she did to earn money and not to survive, spent a few very-very discreet evenings with him, and then, when the job moved on to another location, they’d remained friends. Finding fae out in the world, fae you could talk to, was rare and to be treasured; finding friends, even rarer.

Back before the world ended, Daveon had been a power plant engineer. When she’d found him, he’d been a bored farmer and a junkyard engineer. Getting him to come work for her was almost no effort at all. Getting back to the site where her city would be, that was trickier: Daveon had been living in Florida.

After she had the base wall up, after she’d built her first block of houses, the electrician was the second one she went looking for.

This time she stretched her power: Find me an electrician, who can do the work I need and is willing to relocate to do it. Find me someone who has the skills and inclination and personality I need.

More than four decades after the end of the world, that wasn’t the easiest thing to find. In the end, she found herself in Texas, making a deal with a fae on his third life since the war, or, rather, making the deal with his wife and their oldest daughter.

The third person she went looking for was a teleporter.

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June 22 – June 30 in the Apocalypse

The Apoc

In the end of May, 2011, strange things started happening all over the world. Follow along with [personal profile] faeapoclive, [ profile] faeapoclive, and [ profile] faeapoclive as the apocalypse unfolds


ATHENS, Greece(AP): The Acropolis of Athens, built in the fifth century B.C., is an ancient citadel located on a high rocky outcrop above the city of Athens. It encompasses the ruins of several famous buildings, including the well-known Parthenon.
However, in the past weeks, the citadel has gone from ruins to complete buildings. The stone and marble gleam. Tapestries hang from the walls. And in the center of the Parthenon, a throne is being occupied by an eight-foot-tall man.



KUSHIRO, Hokkaido(AP): Residents first noticed a lack of birds over a week ago, but nobody was certain about the loss until yesterday, when scientists confirmed what people were saying.

According to ornithologists, there are no birds within a 20-mile circle of Kushiro, not flying in nor out nor around.

Scientists are baffled by this, but continue to work on theories. Many residents, fearing the worst, have already evacuated.



United Nations Building, NYC(AP): Chasidy Royal, a translator for the Sudanese delegation to the UN, stood up today in the middle of a closed session and began shouting.

“All hail,” she is quoted as saying. “The almighty, the most beautiful, the powerful are coming. All hail she who is Queen of them all. All hail she who will lead the armies across the plains. Bow down now or be destroyed.”

Royal then proceeded to repeat the phrase in Sudanese, French, and Italian before she was removed from the room.



LAS VEGAS, Nevada(AP): The mayor of Las Vegas has ordered the woman calling herself Aphrodite – who has declared herself Queen of Las Vegas – removed from the city limits on pain of arrest. Although no formal charges were drawn up, police – and a number of non-uniformed self-appointed enforcers – have gathered to carry out the Mayor’s word.

Neither the Queen nor the Mayor could be reached for comment.



AFRICA: Reports from across the continent today all say similar things: anywhere in Africa and the Middle East last night, anyone looking at the sun saw instead a bloody orb, red and fiery, twice the size as the moon normally is.

Even satellites, if orbiting over Africa at the time, report the same images, and telescopes and film evidence rule out mass hallucination.

Scientists are, as they have been for several weeks, completely baffled.



LAS VEGAS, Nevada: The woman calling herself Aphrodite, the Queen of Las Vegas, has issued a statement. In it she declares “I am the sovereign leader of the City of Las Vegas. All others who claim to be in charge are false idols and liars and will be removed as such.”

The Mayor of Las Vegas, in a separate statement, declared, once again, that Aphrodite was to be removed from Las Vegas; the Governor of Nevada seconded this and the Nevada State Police have issued a warrant for Aphrodite’s arrest.



ATHENS, Greece(AP) The man calling himself Zeus has declared that all of Athens will be shut down to accommodate his wishes – not only virgins, as he first demanded, but feasts and luxuries “as befits the king of gods.”

In a country beset by austerity, crisis, and chaos, such things are hard to find, but the people of Athens seems to be doing their best to accommodate their new “god.”

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Making Home

This is a prelude to Private Space

The first thing Cedric noticed about the barracks was that they were co-ed; the woman changing by the doorway claimed his attention the moment he walked in.

The second thing he noticed was that the walls were awfully secure for a barracks, and the doors at both ends locked.

“This is your bunk.” The overseer pushed him at an empty bunk, about halfway down the row.

That’s when Cedric noticed exactly how homey each of the bunks seemed. They all had the standard issue: a metal-framed bunk bed with one mattress missing, a trunk at the foot of the bed, sheets, pillow, thin blanket.

But not a single bunk – except his – stopped there. Bed on top bunk, bed on bottom. Curtains, made of thin fabric patchworked together, pretty sticks and stones woven into decoration, a woven screen using the uprights of the bunk as the framework: every single bunk had been decorated, personalized, made home.

And no matter how bright and busy any bunk was, there seemed to be an invisible line between that bunk at the next; nobody’s space intruded onto the next tiny home.

He stood by his bunk, wondering how he’d ever make it as homey as the ones to either side.

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