#also can we talk about how hq this logbook is

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

it’s new year somewhere and the night air is cold—what better time to bring shipwright and fairbairn back out?

All of aviation runs on a standard time; by virtue of the island they share having been home to a naval superpower (and Herc, consummate Englishman he is, will definitely not get into an argument with his Scottish first officer in the flightdeck of the aircraft owned by their Scottish airline about anything nearly related) it just so happens that that standard time is also the one they live by, this time of year.

Between them in the dimmed flightdeck, but on Linda’s side of the dash, the current time in UTC blinks out at them: 23:49. It’s the same time flashing out of similar chronometers peppering the sky around them, the one they differentiate from any old number by tacking a Zulu after it in radio communications. Sometimes, talking to another pilot, they might slip a Zulu when asked for the time; it’s a little embarrassing, but Herc remembers doing the same thing to impress girls, back in the day, as if he were flying a fighter jet and not a passenger plane.

They’re silent, right now; they often are, on night flights. It’s not that they run out of things to talk about or games to play. The star-peppered void envelops them, and Linda has never once tired of scanning it, whether for position lights at higher flight levels or for shooting stars.

New Year’s Eve is dying around them. They have their sights fixed on home, thankfully—Linda to the flat that this nearly-past year has brought her, and Herc to the sofa in that flat he’s come to occupy after many a red-eye, now that he’s coming home to an empty flat himself. Flying westward, the new year is quite literally dawning at their heels. This will be Herc’s fourth year at the wee Scottish airline; this will be his third flying with the young woman next to him.

He knows enough about budget airlines, and the sorts of pilots who apply to them, to predict what this next year will bring—actually, if he’s being specific, what this next year will take away. Linda’s a Senior First Officer now, with hours of logbook time under her belt, and Herc has been very careful to let her have as many opportunities to serve as pilot flying as he can give her. He’s just waiting for the day when she’ll turn to him and break the news that this is over, that she’ll be going back up to HQ, that she’ll be taking the command course and moving to the seat he occupies now.

Has she told him any of this yet? Well—no, and that’s the sticking point for Herc. He’s confident she’d never spring something like this on him as a surprise; they’ve been through…a lot. And he would have thought that he meant something to her—but then again, he thought he’d meant something for someone who he couldn’t keep around, the same story, the same theme—

“Herc?”

And maybe the time has come.

“Yes, Linda?” he asks, already steeling himself for impact.

“You started flying, what…late ‘70s, maybe?”

Okay…not really the opener he was expecting. “Well—yes. That should be around the time I started training, but we’d be talking very late seventies. Why?”

“By that time…” Linda pauses, “did you still learn celestial navigation in flight training?”

Herc hums, still a little on-guard; he’s not sure how this connects, if this connects—God, Shipwright, get ahold of yourself, she asked you a question and she’s waiting for you to answer. “My flight instructor was one of the pioneers and flew in the war, so I did learn. He insisted. But when I got to line flying…” Herc shook his head. “None of that. We had our ways…navigators over the sea early on, I remember. VOR over land. Inertial systems, later on, so there was no more need for navigators. But no celestial navigation.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Dad taught me a long time ago,” Linda replies, and in the dim she looks at Herc, her face thoughtful. “He always said, What are you going to do when you can’t depend on your aids? and this was before GPS was used on planes, too…but I haven’t practiced in a long time, so I’ve kind of lost it.”

“Well—same for me,” Herc sighs, looking out of his window to hide a secretly sickening swoop of relief in his stomach. How silly he had been to doubt Linda. How selfish he is, to be this relieved that she’s not leaving: at least, not yet.

Between them, the time blinks: 23:53.

“I used to have a sextant,” Linda says. “I wonder if I went and looked for it next time I’m at Mum and Dad’s, I could bring it along and we could try getting a fix one time. Like the old days.”

She says that so casually, as if she were around to see those old days, that Herc can’t help but let out a chuckle at her.

“What?” Linda demands, voice indignant.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a bit of an old soul?”

Now it’s Linda’s turn to laugh. “As it is—aye, so I’ve been told. Guess that’s the product of hanging ‘round Dad’s aero club buddies and Cal my whole life.”

And then they’re silent again, punctuated only by a call from the airspace they’re currently occupying asking for an update, and a member of the cabin crew delivering two steaming cups of hot drinks they’d asked for earlier. Different kinds, just in case: tea for Linda, coffee for Herc.

“Happy new year,” she says with a smile, before stepping back out and locking the door.

23:57.

“Could you pick out a star?” Linda wonders aloud. “If you were asked?”

“For navigation purposes, no.” Herc folds out his tray table and sets his drink on top, careful not to position the cup close to any equipment. “For fun? Yeah.” He squints outside. “Maybe Venus is out there.”

“But that’s not a star,” Linda says, with the patience of a nursery school teacher. “That’s a planet.”

“No, no—sorry. I was just thinking of an opera. There’s an aria where Wolfram—that’s the character’s name—sings to Venus—” Even in the half-light of a barely-illuminated flightdeck, Linda looks skeptical; Herc resists the urge to chuckle at her again. “Here, I think I can…” He reaches up onto the control panel, atop which he’s stashed a couple of checklists; propping it up as a poor excuse for a harp, he mimes a strum, clears his throat, and starts, “O du, mein holder Abendstern… mmmm mmmm mm mmmmmmm mmm mmm mmm mmm…”

He doesn’t actually know the words and trails off into German gibberish, much to Linda’s general embarrassment. “Herc!”

“What?” he grins back, cutting himself off at the end of the line, too amused at her consternation. “It’s fitting; it’s night, if we can’t find Venus we can just find any old star…”

“They could hear that in main cabin, Herc.”

“People just don’t appreciate getting serenaded like they used to,” Herc put away the checklists with an air of mock-sorrow.

“You’re impossible,” Linda scoffs, but he can clearly hear the affection running beneath her tone, and he smiles.

“My pleasure,” he says, and glances at the chronometer. “Ooh, Linda, look at the time—”

23:59, then after a few seconds— 00:00.

“Happy new year, Herc,” Linda says first, softly, and he can hear the smile on her face. On the common frequency, other pilots are busy wishing each other a happy new year in the sky, but—this moment’s theirs, for now. Maybe they’ll make an announcement about it, but—in a moment. Then they’ll toast to each other with their teas and hopefully talk some more…and then, they’ll be home. And then…

That’s later. They’re here now.

“Happy new year, Linda,” Herc replies, reaching across the flightdeck until he finds her arm and squeezes it gently. “Here’s to a good one for both of us.”

He feels her hand come up to grasp his: the clasp of a friend, comforting warmth in a cold sky. “For both of us,” she echoes, and Herc allows himself the selfish wish, the silly hope, that this might not be the year he loses nights like these.

They speed westward, and shed the old year off their wings as contrails from their engines; a wish for companionship fulfilled in the lonely, star-encrusted sky.

#em writes #cabin pressure #shipwright & fairbairn #happy new year! time to sleep ;)

[sanhwaiting]

i feel like i'm getting mixed messages here

#ateez #atinysource #ateezedit #ateezgif #seonghwa #san #park seonghwa #choi san #mine:gif #mine:seonghwa.gif #mine:san.gif #era:fever part.3 #content:behind #i don't know if i'm supposed to find him scary or adorable #also can we talk about how hq this logbook is?? i can see their PORES #sanhwa

[shijiujun]

[Eng] History3: Trapped Diary Logbook - Days 18 to 21

♡  Days 18 to 21 of Filming History3: Trapped

Note: These are my translations! Please do not repost anywhere else. I’ve added the photos but I couldn’t scan HQ versions because I didn’t want to damage the book haha sorry about that guys!

Highlights:

Jiang Chang Hui (Steven Chiang), the guy who plays the teacher in History2: Right or Wrong, makes a cameo

This is all I need to say:

Day 18

In the confrontational scene between Hong Ye and Ah De, the most important props were red wine and cheese. The scent of Blue Cheese saturated the air and everyone jokingly said that they thought someone stepped on something (foul). Hong Ye really worked hard eating cheese the whole morning, and when they took a break for food, Diane said that her stomach is all filled with cheese, there’s no more space for rice!

In the few scenes in the morning, Ding Chun Cheng (who plays Dao Yi) didn’t have any lines, and the challenging part was how to perfectly act out his emotions without any lines. The truth of it was that Ding Chun Cheng already looks like a piece of art just quietly sitting there, and Diane joked, “Just now I accidentally met his eyes and I was so nervous that I forgot my lines”. From this we can see that we really should not make light of the amount of charisma Ding Chun Cheng has.

And while today was Hong Ye’s first day of filming, it was also the day she had to cry the most, and Hong Ye said, “Gu Dao Yi, the person who hurt me the deepest, is actually you! It’s me who got used to it, who got used to you protecting me and this habit turned into liking you”. 

During the filming, the director continuously tried to guide Diane through her emotions, so that she could better express the pain and hurt in Hong Ye’s heart. In the end, Hong Ye cried so well that even I as the editor was saddened, and the camera guys at the side also said that the scene was very heart-wrenching.

Steven Chiang came to visit the set! When Steven was filming for Right or Wrong, Diane also visited him on his set, and on that Steven was actually filming his bed scenes. This time, it’s Steven’s turn to visit, and Diane is filming a very important emotional scene. Both filming for the both of them required a lot of thinking to grasp the character and scene, and from History2: Right of Wrong to History3: Trapped, we can see that both of their relationships with the director are very good, and not only do they joke around and chat, but will also exchange thoughts on acting.

Day 19

It’s here!!! The much anticipated Feitang CP intimate scene is finally here! (Make some noise~)

In order to take back the lead on Tang Yi, Shao Fei already made his stand to Vixen Ah De early in the morning, saying “Today I’m going to make out with Tang Yi, bye!” Shao Fei obviously wants to piss off poor Ah De.

On this day of filming, the scene where Tang Yi presses Shao Fei to the wall really scared Officer Meng. When Chris, who’s so much taller than him, pressed him to the wall, all Officer Meng could think at that point was, “I’m done for! I’m about to be attacked!”

Jake said that he was really stunned to his soul, and this was as expected of Tang Yi - his power and aura was so strong, Shao Fei you’ve got to work harder! He definitely can’t lose on his spirit, although that is inevitable considering that the person he loves just had to be a gang leader.

And today’s focus was the main CP’s first intimate scene. From the very first take, Jake and Chris were half naked and showing their torsos until the very end. During the filming process both Jake and Chris would exercise every time they could, so that they could present their best selves to the camera. As for how it ends, everyone please go and watch <<Trapped>> to find out!

Day 20

Team Three’s two dazed and confused members are usually inseparable when they work, and even when they’re dismissed from work they’re still glued to one another, bantering during dinner and making so much noise incessantly.

During one of the scenes where the both of them are seated at the dining table and snatching the meal bento from each other, although in the show the only cut shown was the both of them snatching food and insulting one another, but the director didn’t shout ‘cut’ for a long time, letting the both of them continue to bicker with each other and improvise their lines. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zi began to develop another storyline as he suddenly asked, “How were you taught at home? Don’t tell me the Meng Family’s standards are only just like that?”

Shao Fei of course gave as good as he got, and since the director didn’t shout ‘cut’, he would act with Zhao Zi until the end. “Don’t you speak of my family! I told you not to say that!”

And then Zhao Zi asked again, “Oh that’s right! You’ve never talked about your family, what do your dad and mom do?”

At the sudden turn of script, as the both of them started to delve into each of their character’s backgrounds, Shao Fei replied, “They’re both dead, are you happy now?”

The mystery of their births made everyone on set have to control their laughter, and that was really tough.

After the director shouted ‘cut’, the both of them still continued to discuss their birth, and when they were both studying their characters, the character backgrounds were designed for Shao Fei and Zhao Zi to both have their parents dead, and for both of them to have grown up under the care of their grandparents. With such similar backgrounds, no wonder Zhao Zi and Shao Fei are the best partners, from police academy all the way to now!

Day 21

You want me, Officer Meng, to accompany you to shop? And I’ve still got to carry your big and small bags, isn’t this such a waste of talent on a small matter?!

Jake and Diane originally were classmates from Q Place, but this is the first time they’re working together on a show, and both of them said that acting with each other was really easy and a relaxing experience, with the both of them feeling really comfortable with each other. Their very first show together they are enemies, and they have to argue and bicker with one another noisily in the department store. Hong ye even helped Shao Fei to pick out a pig-print pair of underwear in a lingerie store. There’s a huge story behind this pair of underwear - and the director agreed that Shao Fei should be wearing this kind of underwear! Afterwards, the wardrobe department really bought this underwear, hoping that they would be able to use it during the scenes at the back, even though they ended up not using it.

#history 3: 圈套 #history3圈套 #jake hsu #kenny chen #history3: trapped #history 3: trapped #chris wu #OMG BACKSTORY ON SHAO FEI REVEALED WTF #SHAO FEI IS AN ORPHAN TOO WHO GREW UP WITH HIS GRANDPARENTS #OMGAH?!!! #FIC!!! #history3 diary logbook #diary logbook #translations

[xilslogbook-blog]

Xil's Logbook: 130 (IC)

One Hundred Thirty Last night I stayed at Vossies. Well, I am still here actually. It's nice and quiet. Cozy, and dark. I slept better than I have in a long time. I don't even want to leave the bed. But, I crawled out just long enough to find a blank paper to write upon and a quill. Now, I'm curled back in bed writing this to stick in my journal when I return to the Goobbue's. I plan to take full advantage of the day to sleep as much as I can. Yesterday for Goobbue Day it was just Bahoy, Yuyunima, and myself. Everyone else seemed to be busy, which is a little saddening as I had briefly thought about canceling due to being so utterly exhausted. (Which, I am catching up on, today!) Besides, Vossie mentioned I seemed to be sleeping less and less each day. Which... is true. I am so stressed out about Sevont and other things going on. When I can't sleep I drink in hopes that it will aid me in sleeping. None of this works, however. The main reason I wanted to sleep at Vossie's place is that I needed a change of pace or... in scenery. I'm going crazy seeing the Goobbue HQ every day. I mean, I love them but not being able to leave as one wishes for fear you might be captured by a crazy man, or worse, makes one resent even an amazing haven. And, it helped coming here. After sleeping so well here, I kinda want to ask Vossie if I can just stay here all the time. I suspect Voss keeps the place safe, and maybe that thought -also- helps. Anyroad! Way off topic! Sort of. Bahoy seemed pretty excited about going to a tavern. And, wanted to dress... Well, I was in my light armor and Yuyu in his usual robes. So, we made a plan to go to the beach afterwards. I went and changed into my sundress and Yuyu to the suit he wore when we had the Valentionne's dance. And, recruited him. When I stepped out of the house, all dressed up fer once, Yuyu was stuttering and starin' at me. I waved it off until Bahoy started prodding the subject. Then, I got suspicious. And, curious. Yuyu likes me? What? Hitoshi came up and said I was pretty as ever. That made my face turn red. Bahoy commented on how nice the dress was and Yuyu... was staring. And stuttering like a fool the whole time. I think it was Bahoy that stated no one was used to seeing me, a fighter, also so pretty dressed up. I felt out of place and weird. I'm not used to attention in that sense. At all! Anyroad, I decided to go with it. Still convinced that something must have happened in the painting and I was imagining the affectionate attention. Whatever. Now, I know that Yuyu doesn't drink all that much besides wine. Bahoy... however! I didn't know he didn't drink until we were at the tavern and ordering. Me... being an alcoholic who takes quite a bit to get drunk. So, I'm sitting there staring at the two thinking, "Why did I bring them? This is going to end so horribly!" Also, I should mention that I got lost when attempting to find this tavern, and Bahoy laughed at me. I'm terrible with directions. Eventually, Vossie showed up and joined us. But he didn't drink. Which seems to be his usual, lately. Could be my imagination. Yuyu took it upon himself to get drunk on purpose and Bahoy was wasted after his first glass. When we had first sat down, Bahoy had stretched himself over the bench so that Yuyu couldn't sit next to him. So, I offered to let Yu sit next to me. I also thought to torment him teasingly by putting my arms around him and snuggling. However, this just confused the fellin', I think. When Vossie showed up I pushed Yuyu out of the seat next to me so I could snuggle him instead. It wasn't long before we departed for Costa Del Sol and Voss was sure to inform me Yuyu was... I think he was lurking behind. Probably trying to catch a glimpse of me changing. But, I outsmarted him and had my suit on under my dress. That thought still urks me. Eventually I found a bucket and filled it with water and ice shards. I dumped it over Yuyu for sheer amusement. Then, I hid the bucket so it couldn't be used on me. Voss spent a lot of time chasing Bahoy around the beach. It was pretty funny. Then, we moved to the docks and Yuyu headed home. I retrieved my bucket and stood over Vossie, trying to get him with the icy water... but, he moved... Then had Bahoy assault me with ice shards shortly after. I went to roll in the warm sand to rid myself of the chills and Voss joined me. It's been a long time since we just sat and talked. Did a little catching up. It's funny that I know so little about his goings on. And, a little sad. Then I wonder... maybe I am not about enough? Am I doing a good job? Am I good partner? Happy enough? Should I poke at him more often? Do I drink too much? Well, that last is a silly question. Now, I'll just stress out about needless things on top of Sevont. ((The little hyur is still curled up quietly in bed with the loose entry at the foot of the bed. The quill has been returned to it's rightful place.))