#he was right thats exactly what achilles did

[hillerska-official]

Thinking abt when I took classical myth in first year and my prof was going over the book of the iliad we had just read and said "then achilles was like: stab" peak education thank u sir.

#he was right thats exactly what achilles did #not yr #greek myth #the iliad #achilles

[theburntcity]

Third trip to the burnt city! 2022-07-06 Sixth of July 2022

Spoilery writeup below.

Overall it seemed much better this time round! Not sure why! The set dressing has really improved since either last time I was there, or maybe since the first time I went in previews. Either way, the tenements and greenhouse area in particular are much more alive. I'm gonna write up my loops first and then cover some general points.

Loop 1

Followed Artemis. I really liked her performance and saw some of myself in her. Masc queen. Anyway, I caught up with her after Iphigenia's wedding party and watched the sacrifice with her. Her scream after the death was powerful. Then she took Iphigenia's body to her shrine and reanimated her, with a dance on an elastic tether.

Iphigenia seemed to have a hard time coming back but Artemis held her and guided her through it which was really sweet. I think there's some level of connection there, maybe as a woman. But there's also a level of disconnect, maybe as a god. Maybe as a robot. Not sure about that theory but anyway.

They dance together for a while, Iphigenia gets used to her new body. She comes back quite animalistic, holding up horns and thrashing awake. Once she is fully returned and dressed in red, Iphigenia leaves Artemis alone in the woods.

Artemis does a really gorgeous dance, she seems very lost and confused and glitchy, searching for something dropped, wearing the deer skull and charging like a bull. I felt for her idk.

Eventually she returns to the battlefield for Agamemnon's return, but leaves before his murder (I wrote about this before so I'm not gonna duplicate)

She leaves, and ends up in the sheet maze. She poses for a while in one of the military offices (hot) and then watches one of the greek soldiers die, mourned by the other one. I assumed it was Achilles but he's in a precarious place in the timeline so I'm not sure this is correct. After he dies, Artemis seems to resurrect him, like she did with Iphigenia but much more hands off. Maybe she feels less responsible for this guy. He did a cool hammock dance thing but I couldn't see it bc there was a sheet in the way and I felt like a fool trying to watch both sides of the sheet.

Right at the end, Artemis is hit with a gold light, seems to understand something and recognise... but then the reset music kicks in and she forgets again.

Loop 2

Loop 2 I decided to follow Polymestor, and then pretty much immediately lost him after he left the square. He went througha door with someone else. So I wandered until I found Polydorus, figuring that they would be together and I could pick Polymestor back up when they met up. Felt like a genius bc thats exactly what happened.

I saw Hecuba give over her jewels, including her crown and ring, and leave Polydorus in Polymestor's office. Polymestor Immediately showed him 1. the wonders of drugs 2. an erotic dance through the Klub window and 3. Moloch the god of sacrificing children, that he keeps in his office. If i didn't already know this was a tragedy...

Polymestor dances with Kampe (a dude with a blonde beard this time) and a man in dungarees who seems to have Power over him. Idk who this guy is but will chase him down. He seems like a good one to follow next time.

Polydorus does all the drugs and ends up dancing in the bar, on stage with the two emcees. Then he goes out into the square to die. This time, he and Polymestor play fight in a more play than fight way - the last time I saw this scene was in previews and it was definitely more fight. Polymestor does more drugs, Polydorus whats some of the good stuff, but is fed too much in what seemed this time to be an accidental overdose. Compare to previously where he was beaten to death by Polymestor. I like the change, I hope it's permanent, it adds more of a prophecied tragedy element to his death, rather than a sense of brutality. Gripir played here, so this must line up with cassandra and agamemnon in the office, and the Potter in the klub.

The guy they had for Polydorus didn't fit in the trunk properly lol. But when he came out in the small square, Hecuba was there. I didn't know she saw her son die/dying. Polymestor returns to his office and walks through to the greenhouses, where he asks to be a part of the Eurus? Eulace? A child of the Earth. I'll have to do some googling. The greenhouse set is more of a chemical lab now, it used to be quite empty.

He heads over to the botticelli bed, and revels in trying on Hecuba's jewellery and tiara, aided by a woman in a green plastic apron. He also charges like a bull - I was starting to notice some symbolism. Hecuba is let in by apron woman and tries to kill him, but fails and hides behind a mirror in a scene straight out of tom and jerry but not funny. He lies to her about her son being alive, she leaves and he seems mad at apron woman, but not mad enough to do anything about it.

He leaves and heads to the Klub - and his loop ends there.

Loop 3

Wandered a bit at the start, taking in new set design and trying to separate out the hotel rooms and the tenement rooms, which I had pretty confused in my mind.

Ended up following dungaree guy through the graffiti corridor - he spotlit a bull painted there. I was definitely spotting some symbolism.

Ended up catching up with Aegisthus in Mycenae when he was eating entrails, mid loop. He was also doing the bull charging thing, with entrails on his head. Im going to have to write something about bulls in this play at some point. He had a normal one, eating a corpse with his GF until he went over to Troy.

He did indeed go over to the peep show booths and do a sexy dance, but it actually was pretty unsexy (looked like a mime trapped in a box type dance) and was very offput by the creepy latex mask he wore. I hadn't appreciated that the masks lips move with his lips. And I still don't appreciate it actually. Agamemnon walks past when aegisthus is in the peep show box - Aegisthus Knows but Agamemnon can only feel an ill omen.

The guy who played aegisthus last time was playing a different character - he gave him the drugs used to drug agamemnon. A flower - was he the florist with a quick outfit change? He was wearing the same knitted sweatervest he wore as aegisthus last time so im not sure who he was.

Then he returns to Mycenae. Hangs out in Iphigenia's bedroom and pulls a secret stash of sake out of her wardrobe (worrying) to mix with the flowers/drugs for Agamemnon.

They drug him and the massage/drugging was less sensual this time than last time. Maybe i just remember it hornier. Anyway, agamemnon dies w his dick out, the finale hits, that's the end.

General thoughts

It actually wasn't the end, a fire alarm hit just as everyone was leaving and all the lights pinged on. Everyone was getting marshalled out without their bags and stuff and I had to weasel my phone out of the locked bag so I could get home. Theyre not weasel proof. I'm glad I didn't have anything in the cloakroom.

The actors this time were different again - I'm not sure why I thought only two people would play a single role, they probably all go round and take a turn at all of the parts so they don't get bored. Everyone was different from last time, except Hades and Persephone.

I have a theory - they hire actors in pairs. Two older white women, two black guys with bleached hair, two ginger women with undercuts. And then they get those pairs of actors to do different roles to confuse people like me trying to put it all together. Today I saw a tall white actor with a moustache, and thought, oh cool, it's the guy with the moustache i saw last time as aegisthus. But no. It was a different dude in a different role who looked similar. And it kept happening. With the bald black guys. The blonde bearded men. Theres two of each kind of person!

I also spotted some new characters I didn't recognise. Might be due to outfit changes - couple of people were wearing their summer versions; Artemis and Apollo had ditched the latex muscle tops, Polydorus was only wearing a waistcoat, no shirt, Polymestor's fur coat was gone :( . Anyway there were a few mystery people around:

woman in a sequinned club dress at the troy finale

two women in bra tops at the troy finale, I think one is polyxena but who is the other one?

actually you know what, I barely recognised anyone at the troy finale in the club. I thought cassandra was there but she was in mycenae so who was it?? is eurydice there? is orpheus? there are five dancers, Kampe and..... four unknown others.

man in a white vest and dungarees. Found in Troy, seemed to have some sort of power over Polymestor. Seemed like an upstanding gentleman.

fey man who danced across the troy square with flowers and a big coat on

man with a moustache and a knitted sweatervest who handed drugs to Aegisthus (could be the same guy as earlier)

woman in a lime green plastic apron. is this penthilesia? sp. She helped Hecuba and tried to kill Polymestor.

i still can't tell the greek soldiers apart except agamemnon, and thats bc he's either actively stabbing, wearing a sparkly skull or has his dick out. There are two others (Artemis briefly gets a coat and stands in before the sacrifice) who I assumed were Achilles and Patroclus. I heard they change when they go to troy (one may be neoptolemus?), but they both return for one of them to die in front of artemis. So who are they?

Anyway tomorrow I'll check the cast and characters google doc for the mystery people above and hopefully answer some of my own questions.

I want to write two longer theory pieces, one about gender and gods, and one about bulls but I'll come back to those once it's not night

there's a minotaur shaped hole in this story

#the burnt city #punchdrunk #punchdrunk tbc

[obihoe]

another thing that is so fucking heartbreaking to me about madaras story is the way it all ended between him and hashirama, the way it all came down to that statement of his where he said that in order to protect the village he'd fight anyone, even his friends or brothers or his own children cuz no matter what the village is Always more important than Anything else. how he said that while standing behind madara, his closest friend, killing him by literally stabbing him in the back. the imagery of that is so fucking insane to me actually, idk whether kishimoto intended it to be that way since in his book hashirama was obviously supposed to be the one to sympathize with here but that image just makes him look 0% like the hero of the story tbh, it made him look nationalist and extremist and back-stabbing. literally. i think kishimoto was probably just referencing that theme of madara hating when ppl stand behind him, i think it was supposed to say that that was his achilles heel or whatever. but all it did to me was emphasize how much of an incredible betrayal that was from him. i know the reason they fought in the first place was that madara was attacking the village but were there really NO possible solutions to the problems that made madara turn his back on it in the first place?

god, also the way madara then told him "you changed" bc it was like .. he had trusted him so much, he was the only person (besides maybe his siblings) that he ever allowed himself to be vulnerable with which in this war torn world must have been such an impossible thing for him to do .. only for then to be betrayed, only for hashirama to end up taking the side of the villagers after all, no questions asked. and nothing changed after his supposed death either, tobirama became hokage and the problems with the uchihas just became worse and worse up until that part where itachi was forced to literally murder the entire clan which we dont have Any info about btw whether madara knew that? when he was revived from the dead he was thrown right into battle and obito wasnt answering any of his other questions either hhrffgfd so he wouldnt have explained shit to him about the uchiha massacre even if he asked. i wonder what madara would have thought about all that .. probably he would have been like yeah. i saw all this coming. but nobody listened, not even my own clan members listened to me! its so heartbreaking to me.

the "no matter what" part about hashiramas statement is just what i have this HUGE problem with bc obviously protecting the ppl in ur village from outside terrorism is right and just but it just feels so undifferentiated and nationalist to just say i'll kill everyone who poses a threat to the village, no matter their reasons, no matter who they are. even if theyre my own children, i dont care, the Village is always number one. it should have been possible for him to understand what the source of the problem w madara was and adress it. but i think for that, the amount of info we have about what exactly it was that the villagers hated about madara is not really sufficient. if it was just them being intimidated by his powers, i have zero idea how hashirama shouldve gone about resolving that either tbh .. altho hashirama himself was super powerful too and He wasnt hated by anyone for that. maybe every single person in that village was just a huge goddamn fucking bigoted piece of shit and thats why they hated madara and there just wasnt anything anyone couldve done to resolve that anyway LOL

#posts #madara #naruto meta

[writeblrfantasy]

lila's 2021 writing wrapped!! (i don't use spotify and i felt a little left out lmao) this has been my best and favorite year for writing, and i want to go over what i've written this year as well as tell yall what i have planned for next year. though we know thats very subject to change, since i can't stick to projects for shit and new ideas pop up like weeds.

projects i finished this year:

gold king, blue king (86k) the book i wrote and finished so i could query! i also did all the research/put together the querying materials this year. super, super proud of myself for that. it's very hard to keep going, but i'm trying.

a council of golden swords (96k) a book i had a sudden idea for while doing chores and decided to drop everything and commit. three months later, it was done as one of my proudest projects. this includes the in book short cyril's hell, which to this day is one of my favorite pieces i've ever written.

the order trilogy: order of the sun (72k), order of the ice (82k), and order of the phantom (81k) i wrote all three of these in about two months and it might be my proudest achievement of the year. i hit new personal bests for word counts in a day (my new record is now 11k!, and i wrote 25k in one weekend) and i learned so much about my process. just another project that proved nothing is beyond my reach.

when the witches call (112k and counting) am still editing this but i count it since i wrote 60k of it for nano. i know with more work i can make it exactly what i dream it is in my head, but i'm so proud of where it's at right now anyway.

brenin (44k) which i have been trying to finish for two years. i finished this literally in the first days of january but i'm still very proud.

i want it to be you, (23k) the camp nano project i honestly forgot about until now lmao

i also edited my first completed novel the ruby savior (113k) which included tense and style changes, and am halfway through editing the second and third books of that series up to my current standards

other things i wrote this year:

30k of of blood drawn, the third book in the revolution of nimath. also came up with the ideas and plot for those six books.

shorts for the adventures of the existential three (bailed on that but it's fine)

10k of queen artura and the knights of arrinshire, the queer king arthur retelling i've been trying to write for two years

11k of a game of golden wind, the wlw fantasy sports rivalry novel set in the acogs universe. very excited to eventually get back to this!!

a 6k short for the death of seret ashling, which i also kinda bailed on. endlessly proud of this too.

various thousands of words for the last three eingard series books

projects for next year:

edgelia and other poetry, a wlw tragedy inspired by the song of achilles and @aelenko's he called me finch

as the sea horn blares, a mlm romance with a side of crime family plot in which a traumatized crime boss falls in love with his therapist

the daughter of esla, book 5 of the eingard series. realllly hoping to finish at least one tes book next year. it's been a year and a half since i finished the 4th book, and i really want to see this series through.

queen artura

whatever else buckwild ideas hit me!

a massive, MASSIVE thank you to @magic-is-something-we-create for being the best friend one could have, fundamentally changing the way i create for the better, drawing my freakin characters like WHAT, listening to my endless fandom and writing rambles, reading my books, letting me read your book, and the everyday conversations. i love you dearly <3

another huge shoutout to @aelenko for answering all my querying questions and being an incredible force in the writing community, and for being partly the reason EAOP exists. your projects are incredible and you are endlessly inspiring. thank you <3

other huge thanks go to: @ashen-crest @47crayons @ettawritesnstudies @ren-c-leyn @worldbuildng @faithfire and so many more for supporting me as i write, loving my projects, and being wonderful pillars in writeblr yourselves. i love everyone in my little writeblr family so much. i am also about to hit 2 years on this hellsite, so i might have to do Something for that

speaking of, i also hit 1000 followers this year, and i just hit 1300 like yesterday, so thank you all so much for supporting me and reading my stuff!!

i talk about what i read this year under the cut, if you're interested in that!

this year i read (only including the ones i really loved):

pax's absolutely stunning book firebreathers, now one of my favorite books

the stormlight archive, which easily made it into my top 10 books ever

the first mistborn book

any way the wind blows by rainbow rowell, the incredible and mindblowing end to one of my favorite trilogies

one last stop by casey mcquiston, which had everything i loved about rwrb and was wonderful

rule of wolves by leigh bardugo

return of the thief by meghan whalen turner, the final book in my tied for favorite series ever. it was an incredible, tear jerking end

blood of elves, which met expectations in all the weirdest ways

empress of salt and fortune & when the tiger came down the mountain by nghi vo, a wonderful queer read!!

if you made it this far, lol hi! i also caved and made an spn sideblog this year, @devastatingly-handsome-friend if there are any spn friends here who want to follow! i don't have anything there yet, but eventually i will get around to writing fic and reblogging stuff. just been a bit busy <3

#writeblr #wtf do i tag this #writing #fantasy writeblr #my writing #?

[slutforwings]

books i read in july and what i thot of them because im in a silly goofy mood and want to make a post like this

the song of achilles - madeline miller (historical fiction)

retelling of the myth of achilles, from patroclus' (his normal dudebro absolutely no romance there - some historians) perspective. some banger lines balanced out by godawful ones (once you start counting how many times feet are mentioned you never really stop + skin is once described as 'the color of freshly pressed olives' which is just green). the story is, yknow, beautiful and aching. i did really enjoy it, worth the read!

this is going to hurt - adam kay (non-fiction)

diaries of a junior doctor (who no longer practices medicine), with funny as well as heartbreaking anecdotes on life as a doctor. fucking hilarious at times, then you turn the page and you read the saddest thing. i absolutely devoured this book, its a really cool insight into the medical world! 10/10 have already decided m gonna reread

a short history of nearly everything - bill bryson (non-fiction)

what the title says! its basically an 'introduction' to all of science (air quotes bc its like 500 pages) written in a way that makes it both easy and fun to read as someone who studies literature and hasnt had a science course in 4 years. imo best read along with a pencil so you can underline and comment etc. wonderful book, learned a lot and had a great time

opposite of always - justin a. reynolds (romance, YA, coming of age idk)

high school senior gets together with the girl of his dreams. and then she dies. but no fear! its groundhog day week months and he wakes up right when he met her again. can he save her? while this book is sweet and well written and lovely message and all that.... it made me realise 'ah. im officially too old to relate to high schoolers'. so there's that.

haven't they grown - sophie hannah (mystery)

the protagonist parks in front of the house of her old childhood best friend who she hasnt seen in 12 years. just having a looksee. oh there she is, getting out of the car with her kids! hold the fuck up. those kids look exactly the same age as 12 years ago... a book with layers upon layers of lies and mystery, i recommend saving it for a time that you have the entire day to read, you just wanna know So bad. the protagonist's daughter (and her husband to some degree) help her to figure it out and it's neat :)

wendy, darling - a.c. wise (fantasy)

what if peter pan and neverland wasnt really the dream it seemed? what if wendy got institutionalised for still believing in it? what if, years later, she has a daughter. and what if, one night, peter pan comes for her daughter. a really cool reimagining, really goes hard on the 'peter is a kid forever and ever and has insane powers to shape neverland so maybe thats not a good idea!' i really loved it, its a great book about growing up even though you dont want to etc. also incredibly expressive writing, i could picture perfectly what was being described. quite eerie a lot of the time but im a fan of that

the dreamers - karen thompson walker (sci-fi?)

there's a girl at a college that won't wake up anymore. she's just peacefully sleeping but nothing can rouse her. after a few days, she passes away. weird but alright! ah shit it was contagious and now the whole town is falling asleep. they all seem to be dreaming so vividly though, what could it be about? odd writing style, but in a good way. something else yknow. really eerie vibes, but unmatched by the way your skin crawls when you check the date it was published and it was before the pandemic. uncomfortable similarities! its about the way a community might come together (or not) in crisis times and also about the differences between waking and dreams. fun!

the midnight library - matt haig (philosphical fiction)

it starts with nora taking an overdose. except she wakes up in the midnight library, a place between life and death. there she can try other routes her life could have taken if she'd done things differently. a really nice book about depression and finding the will to live again by looking at yourself with a new perspective. although i loved one of his other books (how to stop time) more, this was also a very good read

#book recs #book review

[craftedcoils-blog-blog]

Jerks

At the same time, or slightly before you read this, on a small vessel just outside of the planet Earth's atmosphere, two rather bored looking individuals sat in silence flipping unmarked cards onto a table.  The cards gradually piled up.  

"I win," one of them said.

The other collected the cards, shuffled them, split the deck and started over.

"I win. Thats six.  Im telling you, its all in the wrist."

The other shook his head as he gathered up the cards again. "For you maybe.  But I'm on a whole other level.  I'm working on a special technique," he said looking downward with a grimace-like expression, "a secret technique.  Ancient.  A technique of the mind."

"Well whatever, I've grown rather fond of the wrist technique.  It seems to be effective for winning."

"Its not all about winning, Siggy."

"Actually thats all its about."  

He flipped another card

  "I win."

"Well maybe in the long run, but once I get this down, I'll be winning in my sleep."

"And how long does this technique take to develop?"

"Dunno, probably like another four thousand years.  You just keep wristing about…you'll see."

"Well I don't have time for that."  Flip.  "I win.  I quit."

"You can't quit.  I can't master the technique unless you play.  Just one more, I've almost got it."

"Nope." He got up and adjusted his jumpsuit as he floated away.  "I'm done," he said, "have fun," yawning so it sounded more like 'howl run'.  He floated across the room and brought his ass down onto the rotating stool in front of the control console.  Just beyond him was a window, on its glass surface was a vast diagram of the galaxy, the screen activated automatically as he sat and the Earth appeared.  He moved his palm across the ball in the middle of the board and various index fields opened up.  Lines of glyphs streamed along the fields and he selected a certain parameter of information that he needed.  "Hey Salamander," he said.

"Not now I'm concentrating."  He flipped another card.

"No seriously," Sigfried checked the text once again for verification and then turned around.  Salamander, narrowed his eyes on the target and flipped again.  The card went out of control, catching a maverick pocket of gravity and flew to the other end of the room.

"Shit," he said.

"Salamander you dull witted bastard.  I've got the lock-in.  Lets get dressed, its time to do this."

Salamander shot up from his seat, and immediately found himself in a deep, orgasmic black-out stretch that disabled him even as he drifted into the ceiling.  "Yearrrhhh!"  He announced upon his recovery.  He positioned his feet on the ceiling and propelled himself in the direction of the door.  "Its about damn time.  Im startin' to get space-crazy."  The door opened and he drifted through it.  

"Yeah right."  Sigfried palmed the ball and brought up the log.  He typed something into the field, read it, deleted it and typed something else.  He cleared the screen, leaving only the live video feed of the Earth before doing a backflip that sent him flying towards the door.

Sigfried drifted through the bright tunnel after Salamander.  "Goddamn this lexicon.  It keeps fucking me up. I almost made an entry in English.  The translation would have been something like 'smoking mango bridge platoon'.

"Hey, thats pretty funny.  Yeah I've realized that despite the phonetic similarities in origin, the languages don't exactly translate with the greatest accuracy,"

They reached the end of the corridor and another door flew open.  

"Did you know that the word for jillywog, when phonetically translated into english means 'violent sodomy'?  I think thats hilarious."

They flew over to a platform and, with their legs straight, bent over so that their heads were at their knees and grabbed onto handles sticking out of the floor.  

"Yeah and your name's a lizard," said Sigfried.

The gravity came back on and their legs flopped up which instantly became down.  They fell from the handles like sausages and flopped around on the floor for a while.  

"Wee."

"Ugh," Salamander grunted, "my organs".

"Yeah its like spontaneous obesity."  I feel like an elfant."

They crawled towards the ladder in a similar fashion to the behavior of helpless, brain starved zombies.

Salamander panted, "Oh, I think you mean elephant. Get on it."

"On it?" , he pondered, "mmm.  Oh yeah."  

They managed to make there way to the ladder, but by then they had grown accustomed to the dead air and were walking normally.  

"Better not be doing that when we're on the ground or you'll blow our super secret cover.  Ruin everything."  Salamander keyed open a glass container on the wall and flipped the switch inside.  The door flew open.

"Doubt it.  Are you sure they can even speak they're own language?"

"Language is language.  I guess it doesn't help either that we were tutored in the lexicon of 21st century American English.  "

"Yeah they're already going to think we're crazy.  But whatever.  After a few of these, I'm almost beginning to loose interest in the art of  it all."

Salamander blew out. "Yeah right.  The art.  Good one."

"Yeah.  Right."

Once inside the room they stripped from their white jump suits and stepped into the showers.  Sigfried slammed his hand onto a button and they closed their eyes.  With a high pitched sound, a thousand subatomic sanitation capsules began their molecular fornication, splitting, exploding, and instantly covering them in a fine white powder.

Sigfried opened his eyes back up, "yeah well, we'll only be dealing with Grey for the most part.  But lets keep it classy, he turned around to face Salamander with a hard winkish expression, wish I was the jovial one."

"No way.  You had your chances.  Its my turn.  Plus, with how much experience you have with it, imagine how much better you'll do with the other!"  Said Salamander voluptuously, "and we also have to deal with Tatum this time.  So I got dibs."

Sigfried's preparation for this one was pure documentation.  It still allowed for an equal performance to Salamander's; being directly conditioned through the eyes and experiences of human beings, but Sigfried's was still a more analytical one.  'Participation On Top Priority Of Importance.'  This was not his preferred rodeo.

The refreshers had dried onto their skin and they turned to face the wall.  Spindly little metallic arms slithered out from countless invisible holes , clicking like little spiders and delicately peeled the waxy substance from their bodies like reptilian egg goo.  Standing there naked, shaven and dripping with excess refresher, they looked like a couple of clergy clones straight out of the bed.  

They each stepped into one of the dozen follicle pods that lined the adjacent wall.  As the doors slammed shut, a soothing but relentless vapor filled the tiny rooms.  During their training, Salamander remembered, they had been adamant about making sure your eyes were closed during this part of the cleansing procedure.  But he had realized that if you look down at a certain angle, the retinas don't become irritated, and you get to see your hair grow back.  Salamander enjoyed the show, like plants growing in fast forward.

The pod doors opened up and they each stepped out, rejuvenated, disinfected, and freshly furry with a specific calibration of body hair.  They stepped out and headed back into the locker room.

"Alright Siggy," Salamander adjusted his shirt collar, "should we do some sight seeing first, or just get straight down to business?"

"You know my answer.  I can't stand pre-dhonic human society.  Any period actually."

"Oh c'mon its fun.  Its like…"

"Its like visiting your smelly old grandma's preserved vagina.  What are the coordinates?"

"Alright.  Achille, Oklahoma.  40-00100.  33°50′5″N 96°23′25″W / 33.83472°N 96.39028°W / 33.83472; -96.39028."

Sigfried typed on the key board, it made bloopity bleep blop sounds. "Alright lets do this."  

They stepped into the Fader and Disappeared.