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Thursday, November 30th, 2006
10:55 pm - OOC
Guh. I just realized how long it's been since I went missing. Been a crap year, but expect my pups back come the new one.

*sniffles* And being gone so long lost me my pretty icons. I'll have to amend that when I come back.


Edit: Although, now that I think about it, I might be back sooner, at least with Susan. It all hinges on if I can watch Hogfather, methinks.

current mood: busy

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Friday, July 28th, 2006
2:09 pm - OOC
As I mentioned in Theatrical Fen, I'm giving my muses a break for a while. I will continue to roleplay with them, but for the moment, that's on hiatus, too. I'm going to freeze Susan where she was as of early summer (ie. just about four months pregnant), since I won't have the time to rp until sometime this fall (ie after DragonCon and the RenFaire). With only a month to the Con, I need to spend my microscopic amount of free time making a Rincewind costume, a Death of Rats, and an Omega brooch. Me? Procrastinate?

So yeah, my muses (and Sybil and the completely-ignored Teppic) will be back sometime in the nearish future. I hope.


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Saturday, June 24th, 2006
7:39 pm - When I awoke the next morning...
When she awoke the next morning, she was relieved that it was morning. The correct morning. A morning following a night. Considering that her daughter had been leaving her spatially confused, a morning was a good thing to wake up to.

And then there were the nightmares... she
knew they were just because she was worried and logically didn't forebode anything, but logic didn't help her to sleep any better. And she hated the fact that logic was failing her. The morning sickness was starting to fade, but it was being replaced with the less pleasant fear that something was going to go wrong. And it would be her fault. A human- all right, mostly human- woman carrying a child that was mostly personification couldn't be safe. But she knew all that worry was completely groundless; other than the occasional dizzying feeling of time and reality being a bit distorted, nothing bad had happened, and yet she still worried. The absurd stupidity of her own mind was downright embarrassing. Hell, she hadn't remembered anything bad from the future, which would have made her irrationality rational, and neither had Lobsang, as far as she could tell- and certainly Time would know if something bad was ahead.

No, her fears were undoubtedly groundless, but that didn't make them go away. She couldn't wait for this pregnancy to be over so she could go back to being her usual rational self. Her usual rational self who didn't try to teach math during storytime and keep reaching for doorknobs that were three inches to the left. Damn, why couldn't she have switched bodies with Lobsang now instead of three months ago?

Muse: Susan Sto Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 277
((...At one point I was writing a canon Susan, wasn't I? XD I blame Lobsang-mun.))

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7:00 pm - What is your favorite retreat from the world?
My favorite retreat isn't a place, it's more of a lack of place. My retreat of choice involves stepping outside of time. I've been leaving reality more and more as I've gotten older, as it's gotten more difficult to fit in. I would never want to live outside of time and the mundane, but it's nice to be able to get away from it and be myself without inspiring scorn or confusion. As often as I say I'd like to be normal, I would never voluntarily give up what I am. I rather like that I have a good many skills that make seclusion easy.
Perhaps being such a recluse isn't the best of ideas, though; it makes it difficult for me to be found if I am needed. Nevertheless, the few I would be needed by should be able to locate me, no matter where I disappear off to. I'm only difficult for the ordinary to find.

Muse: Susan Sto Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 158

((Pardon these topics not being up to par; I'm trying to get back into the swing of my muses, and for some reason Sto Helit is giving me trouble.
But hey, at least this topic gives me an excuse to use this icon. ^_^ ))

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Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
10:43 pm
<td align="center"> Susan --

An immortal

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

Well, yes. I suppose that is right.

((And the mun is jealous- when she typed in the same thing, she got "full of bees". XD
And *gasp!* I've actually got a few TM topics written up for Susan; I just haven't had the energy to post them. Expect to see them sometime tomorrow.))

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Saturday, May 27th, 2006
6:14 pm - Write about mother (your own or someone else's).
I was never very close to my mother. Neither of my parents, really, but I think I got along slightly better with my father. Perhaps that would have changed, had they survived long enough for me to become an adult, but I doubt it. Although I will admit that I like having my father around now, even if he is annoyingly young. Both tried far too hard to make me someone I could never be, and my mother was rather pissy on top of that. It's no wonder I didn't mind living away at school. Don't get me wrong; I loved my mother, but that doesn't mean I liked her much.

Unfortunately, having a poor mother figure I didn't see much means that I have almost no idea how to be a mother. Yes, I know what not to do, but I can't raise my daughter based on that. And while I can governess quite well, it's not the same thing; fortunately it's close enough that I won't be completely in the dark. I suppose I could hire nurses and governesses, which is likely expected of me, but I won't. I grew up largely without a mother, and I will not allow that to happen to my daughter. Besides, one can only imagine the trouble a child of personifications could get into; I already know she will be able to manipulate time, for one thing. No, it's best for her to have her parents around, even if we have no bloody clue what we should be doing. I'm sure we'll figure it out eventually.

Muse: Susan Sto Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 264

((OOC: I'm working on getting my Disc girls (reaping_duchess and madsabre) caught up, so expect to see some old topics answered.))

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Sunday, April 23rd, 2006
7:15 pm - Generally speaking, how do you think others perceive you?
I'm not entirely certain how others perceive me; I've never cared enough to bother finding out. I suppose it wouldn't be good, though. I know people think I'm strange, although they generally have no idea why. It is fun to play the minds of the normals, but you didn't hear me say that.
Hmm... I suppose it really depends on who these "others" are. People who don't know me well are bound to see me as cold, condescending, and aloof, with no sense of humour and a penchant for snark. And while they may be slightly correct, especially the snark bit, that's not me. At least, that's not how I try to be. Anymore.
But I don't mind people disliking me from the start; if they're only going to see the surface, they're not worth getting to know better. The few I consider worthy of the title "friend" perceive me as I actually am. Even if I do annoy them with my constant snark.

Muse: Susan Sto Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 164

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Friday, April 7th, 2006
11:59 am - OOC
I'm going to be moving this weekend, so I figured I'd post to say that Susan (along with madsabre and island_lostling) will probably be missing until sometime next week. I'll hopefully have internet access on Sunday, but that won't mean much if I can't get to my computer through all the boxes. As it is, my computer's unhooked and I'm on my lunch break.

Try not to miss me too much. ;)


Edit on 4/11: I'm likely to be gone longer than I thought- the internet companies are being retarded and won't hook us up for a while. Hopefully the cable company can move faster than the DSL, or it's going to take another three weeks. Do they need to get rare jewels and have a ceremony and fly to the moon before they're able to actually DO something? Yeah, I'm pissed.

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Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
9:09 pm - What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?
To tell you the truth, I'm not sure what the most dangerous thing would be. I wish the reason was because I have lived an uneventful life, but, alas, it is not. I've helped gods, killed madmen, and vanquished Auditors, all while doing my part to ... well, save the Disc. Not that I had a choice in any of that, but a spare Death has to make herself useful somehow. It wasn't as though I could sit back and just let the uncontrolled madness continue when there was something I could do to help. Well, I suppose I could have, but it isn't in my nature to be a spectator. If chaos and silliness insist on persevering, I'll be there, ready to smack some sense into it with a poker or the handle of the scythe.

Alright, so maybe I do get a bit of a thrill out of the extraordinary. It isn't even as though I risked my life, because I knew I wasn't going to die. At least, once I thought to look at my lifetimer, I knew I wouldn't die. There is still a good deal of sand in it, and it will likely stay that way, as I've recently discovered.

My lifetimer has become stagnant.

Some thought or other made me check on it a few days ago and the sand has ceased to fall. It appears that, although I'm still living in normal time, time isn't passing for me, and I'm pretty sure I know why that is. I am not going to complain, though; the cause of my sudden and unnatural immortality is also the reason I desire to stay that way.

Muse: Susan Sto Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 278

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Saturday, April 1st, 2006
1:55 pm - The "WTF?" of the day
Apparently I have my own stamp. Shouldn't I have known about this sooner? And I can understand the Queen having one, but Sto Helit? Do duchies normally get stamps?

current mood: confused

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Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
10:34 pm - I suppose I should take these things that have been going around.
Me? Rational? However would it think that?Collapse )

And, surprisingly, I didn't get Death on this one.Collapse )

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Sunday, March 19th, 2006
3:48 pm
I'm me again, thank goodness. It was nice being in Lobsang's body at first, but... I missed being normal. Heh, or as normal as it is to be me, anyway. Even pregnant, I think I'd rather be a girl. Although I think it was a good thing that Lobsang got to experience that, at least for a little while. And I can walk through things again. Being Time was fun, but I'll stick with being a Death, thank you. Less bruised shins that way.

((She's back to normal. Well, except for where she's talking to Mort, but that might change, as well.))

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Friday, March 17th, 2006
10:46 pm
((Calling Mort, since Susan wants to tell him before she switches back to herself. Less likely to murder Lobsang this way. I hope, anyway...))

*Susan... er... Lobsang? Susang? looks nervous*
Dad? There's something I have to tell you...

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Tuesday, March 14th, 2006
4:36 pm
So I'm Lobsang. For the moment, at least. Gods, it feels so freeing to not be the one moody and sick! I can actually think clearly for the first time in over a week. I've even been trying out that swirly light thing he does, albeit with far poorer results. *she... he grins* I'd likely be taking this far worse if someone besides Lobsang was in my body; I know he's going to take care of it if just for the baby's sake.

...Of course, I don't think he's taking it so well...

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Saturday, March 11th, 2006
10:25 pm - What he's thinking...
At times, lots of people never tell us what they are really thinking. Who is the one person that you would really like to know what they are thinking (as far as how they feel about you), and why?

(Locked from Mort, Death, and Sweeper. And yes, my Susan is now post-Thief of Time)

Oh, wonderful topic. I apologize in advance if this is needlessly sappy. My hormones are a bit wonky at the moment.

Lobsang's an open book. He's the epitome of cheerful naivety. I think he mostly plays up on that, but that's neither here nor there. What I mean is that I usually have no problem knowing what is going on in that adorable, and occasionally empty, head of his. I like to think that he doesn't hide anything from me, although that could just be because it wouldn't occur to him to do so. Mischievous though he may be, my love lacks any of the more cynical personality traits.

But despite all that, he's gotten me a bit... confused. I know he loves me. When I told him I was pregnant, he reacted ... well, much the way I should have expected- with cheerful befuddlement. He seems nervous, which is to be expected, but also happy, which is a relief.

But I'd like to know what he's really thinking. Is he scared that he will be a bad father? Is he afraid things will change? He's young, and now he's tied down... will he not want me anymore? We aren't married; there's nothing that says he has to stay with me. And that's another thing- does he want to marry me, especially now? He hasn't mentioned it... Does he think I won't want to be with him forever, knowing full well what "forever" means to people like us? Or does he just not want to be a duke? Or maybe he just has an irrational fear of cabbages?

...and I am getting completely off track and needlessly silly. I'll just sum it up: I'd like to know what Lobsang really thinks of me. And if he'll bring me chocolates. I'd take either right about now.

Muse: Susan Sto Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 304

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Sunday, March 5th, 2006
7:04 pm - Write about your father.
My father could be summed up in two words: well-meaning. He tried his best to be a good Death, duke, husband, and father, and I wouldn't say he failed, exactly. He just wasn't very good at much that he did. But he loved me and he loved my mother, so that excused his mediocrity. He could have been a much worse father. There are things far worse than ignoring the past and sending your daughter away so that she can receive a good education.

I suppose I can't blame him or my mother for trying to turn me into a Susan. I know now what they had experienced, and my father just wasn't able to live in two different worlds. Or, for that matter, even admit that the one existed. So my parents stopped taking me to see my grandfather and they tried their hardest to make me normal. Not that it worked out that way; I ended up quite strange and they died young. I guess that goes to show that it isn't worth fighting who you really are. Or something. However you look at it, it isn't pleasant.

But yes, my father was a good man at heart. Perhaps not the most together or intelligent man, but I'd say he was a good father. I loved him, even if I didn't tell him so very often.

Muse: Susan Sto Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 229

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Monday, February 27th, 2006
6:16 pm - Almost OOC but not quite.

Your Livejournal Blind Date
LJ Username
Favorite Color
What you are wearing
Oh look! Your blind date is bigmadadrian
Your date is wearing a leather miniskirt and fishnets
You dine at a fancy French restaurant
Then you spend the next three hours fighting over who was the best captain on Star Trek
Before taking you home, your date gives you the finger
This makes you feel like breaking things
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... Excuse me, I'm going to go gag in the corner now.

ISTJ - The Inspector

You scored 9% I to E, 68% N to S, 76% F to T, and 15% J to P!

Your type is known as the inspector, and the single word that describes your is superdependable. You also belong to the larger group of guardians. You look carefully at the people and institutions around you and notice every last detail. You feel it is up to you to make sure those around you uphold certain standards of attitude and conduct. You are down to earth, with a distaste for fanciful things. You prefer things practical to new-fangled. Your word is your bond. You have no problem with detail. You share your type with 10% of the population.

As a romantic partner, you are dependable and predictable. You usually like things done in very specific ways. You tend to appreciate tradition, and you work hard to achieve goals. You have trouble sharing your feelings, though. In your eagerness to be organized and productive, you can also be unwilling to examine or embrace alternative points of view. You like to be appreciated for your practical contributions, your common sense, and the efforts you make to keep your life on track. You like to be thanked often, both informally and formally and are most likely to be upset when your partner forgets a tradition you hold dear, such as an anniversary.

Your group summary: Guardians (SJ)

Your Type Summary: ISTJ

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You scored higher than 11% on I to E
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You scored higher than 87% on N to S
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You scored higher than 84% on F to T
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You scored higher than 3% on J to P

Link: The LONG Scientific Personality Test written by unpretentious2 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
10:40 pm - Describe your worst failure.
Ah, my worst failure. Yes, I certainly know which I'll pick for that one, and his name was Imp. Well, it still is, I'm assuming. Last I heard, he was still in Quirm.

I wanted to save him. I knew he was important. I knew I had to save him before he was killed by some stupid axe in a tavern.
But the damn Rat distracted me and the Music saved him first. That was a bloody mess from start to finish. I did what I could to fix things, but every time I tried, I made things worse. It didn't help that I had been thrown into the role of Death at sixteen without any previous knowledge of my heritage other than vanishing when I wished to be ignored, which, although useful, just made me odd. I wanted to fix things, make everything more neat and justified; was that so wrong?

Alright, and I also had a bit of a crush on the boy, but that had nothing to do with the fact that I knew he had to be separated from the music, preferably by being left alive at the end. Only that didn't quite work. I couldn't kill it. Even when I saved him from the wreck, it made it so I hadn't. Fortunately Grandfather came back and set everything right, but... I would have liked it better if I had been the one to fix it. Although he did tell me something cryptic... what was it? Something about lives being shared, I think. Perhaps because I am mostly human, I was able to keep Imp alive?

Huh. I still call it a failure, though.

Muse: Susan Sto-Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 278

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9:23 pm - In Sto Helit...
((Locked to dejafuwonderboy, of course. Who else would have the right to be in the Sto Helit manor?))

Susan paced the foyer of her home, waiting for Lobsang to materialize. Considering the vast, and pointless, quantity of rooms in the Sto Helit manor and nevermind the fact that she wanted to be near her boyfriend, she'd asked him to stay with her.

Actually, she'd asked to keep him in a jar first, but then had thought better of it; as ingenious as it would be to have him as a lamp, even Susan wasn't that cruel.

current mood: restless

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Monday, February 6th, 2006
11:00 pm - When in your life did you know you were not alone?

"You didn't tell me much. She lives in a palace of glass, you once said." Susan felt a small, shameful, and yet curiously satisfying sensation in seeing Death discomforted. He looked like someone who was being forced to reveal a skeleton in his closet.


"How very romantick," said Susan, inserting the k. Now she was being childishly perverse, she knew, but life as Death's granddaughter was not easy and just occasionally she had the irresistible urge to annoy.


"Well, that sort of thing used to happen a lot in antiquity, didn't it?" said Susan. "Poets were always falling in love with moonlight, or hyacinths, or something, and goddesses were forever-"

BUT THIS WAS REAL, said Death.

"How real do you mean?"


"How could-"


Muse: Susan Sto-Helit
Fandom: Discworld (misc books)
Word count: 208 (not counting quote)

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