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changehistory: (I worry about you)
Slipping Hiro was a little too easy. It wasn't that Adam wasn't curious about what was going on, or which side might be the best to be on, but a window in his cell was hardly incentive enough to get him to agree to go back into a Company cell. Been there, done that, had the scars...well, metaphorically.

The physical ones disappeared; the memories didn't. He wasn't going to be a Company lab rat, ever again.

So, why was he in New York, drinking in a pub around the corner from one particularly problematic empath's apartment? Best plan of action would be to hit Toronto and his safehouse and run off to Bali or somewhere full of sun and sand and pretty girls and boys. And yet...

He'd thought about Peter a lot in that coffin. Regret. A wish things could have been different. Some fantasies where it was. Maybe he just wanted to explain. Not apologize, of course, at least not for the plan, but maybe for...using him. If he'd thought he could recruit him in the time they'd had, he would have. Maybe.

He sighed into his beer, then flipped open the phone he'd stolen from Hiro. He'd left it off until now, not wanting anyone to be able to trace it, but he needed it for a moment. He'd destroy it after this. Besides...he rather thought Angela might not have told Peter about her plan to rescue and recruit him, which meant he wouldn't know Adam might have Hiro's phone.

It was worth the gamble. He sent the text, asking Peter to meet him (Hiro) here, flipped the phone off and ordered another whiskey.
changehistory: (OOC - Mr. Monroe is busy)
Hey guys--

I'm writing a paper for one of my media classes looking at the various ideas/forms of ownership in media characters/plots and looking closely at ideas of ownership within fandom as part of it.

So, I just have a few questions I would really appreciate people giving me their thoughts on (with the right to quote you--anonymously/by handle not name) in my paper. If you could help me out, I'd greatly appreciate it

Please only answer these if you actively participate in fandom in some way--I don't want to start a "fanfiction is bad omg" war. You don't need to be a writer, but at least read fanfic and enjoy it. If you only have answers for one or two of the questions, that's cool, too--you don't have to answer all of them to participate!

Questions:

1) Why is taking characters/plots from writers/TV shows/movies/etc and writing fanfiction okay, to you? Beyond the disclaimers of "don't own these characters" is there a moral sense that it's okay, because you aren't hurting the owners of characters, or is there something else? Some deeper reason you feel this is a valid practice?

2) Are disclaimers such as "don't own anything, all owned by X" necessary? Appropriate? Why/why not?

3) Is it okay to take someone's fanfic that you loved, and write your own set within the world they created (i.e. someone taking my Post-apocalypse Heroes fic and continuing it (does Peter forgive Adam? Do Mohinder and Sylar work things out? Is Angela pissed Adam had Arthur killed?) or writing something spin-offy from it--what does the time traveler do once he's banished from Hawaii?)? Why? Why not?

4) For RPers: Is it appropriate/okay to RP someone else's OC somewhere they don't play them? Why? Why not? When does it become okay (i.e. when someone publishes them)? For instance--would it be okay if someone else RPed Melissa or Keelia somewhere I don't?

5) If you do not think #3 is okay--how is it different than #1? Why is it okay to write with professional author's characters and plots, but not other fanfic writers?

6) Same question for #4--why is it okay to RP/write fanfic about someone else's OC in a published work, but not a character created for RP or written in fic?

Thank you so so much!
changehistory: (...Oh?)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession
changehistory: (Personal Jesus)
List the top five ideas/concepts/etc you keep in mind while writing the character that you believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

1. He was completely willing to release a virus that would kill over 97% of the world's population. He may regret using Peter to do it, but...he doesn't really think he was wrong in wanting to do so. The world could use a nice little push of the reset button.

2. He loves Peter. He loved (loves) Angela, too. He may still do so. There's a distinct possibility that Nathan is his son (exhibit A: Claire--abilities run in the blood, people). This leaves him emotionally frazzled a lot of the time--and considering how much of his emotions he's shut down to survive...

3. He has a God-complex. It's not going away any time soon. He knows how to mask it to appear charming and totally normal and make you think that he's just an awesome leader you want to follow, but really? He thinks he's the fucking second coming of the messiah. There's a reason he picked twelve disciples, yo. And you'd damn well better believe he's taking significance from the idea of building his new world on a rock named Peter.

4. He really does want to save the world. He's not a bad guy. Okay, yes. He wants to kill almost everyone to do it and run things afterward, but...it's for their own good. He doesn't want to make them slaves or anything. Just...look at what people get up to on their own: war, disease, famine, killing each other over religion and borders and oil, arguments over equality and stripping people of fundamental human rights. His world would be so much nicer and shinier. Everyone would have enough to eat. Everyone would be free to love who they wanted to love. There would be no war, no religion (except, sort of, adoring him). "Imagine" is pretty much his theme song, despite the "Hallelujah" obsession.

5. He thinks all of this is his divine right/mission/destiny. You can thank Hiro for that. He's the one who showed up and told him he was supposed to be a mythic hero, then betrayed him and disappeared back into the future without leaving him more guidance than that, leaving him to face eternity alone with all his messed up Puritanical religious beliefs. Y'know--the ones where God didn't let Adam and Eve stay in the Garden solely so they wouldn't eat from the Tree of Life and become immortal, because then they'd be like Him. Boy took that shit seriously, upbringing like his. Mix that with Hiro's hero/save-the-world-spiel and it was a recipe for disaster.
changehistory: ([Angela] [Peter] Hallelujah)
[ooc note: Based on RP in [livejournal.com profile] hearts_andminds. Peter referred to is [livejournal.com profile] dreamtof_flying. Angela is [livejournal.com profile] seemynightmares and mine to use.]

When he came in, she was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with an open jar of peanut butter, licking delicately at the spoonful she’d scooped out. A half full glass of whiskey sat next to her, the bottle on the counter, open, with an empty glass next to it. She paused for a moment, then pulled the spoon out of her mouth and held it there, swinging up and down in the air as she watched him across the space between.

The twist of near pure panic in his gut was ridiculous. With her hair twisted up on her head, held in place with a pencil, and a nightshirt on that he thought might have kittens on it, she looked about twelve, no matter if she was right and date of birthday in the village or no, she’d reached her legal majority a couple of months before. It was the look in her eyes, he decided. Kittens and pencil bun aside, that was all Angela, and it had never quite failed to send chills down his spine.

That, of course, was also ridiculous. He could heal from anything, and all she did was dream the future. She didn’t even have an aggressive power. And yet...

She smiled. It didn’t help. It never did when she was in this mood. Dangerous. Somehow, across the hall, when they weren’t watching, she’d grown up a bit more than anyone noticed.

“Found your whiskey. Have a drink?”

Adam let his bag slide off his shoulder. Running wasn’t a good idea. So he told himself to show no weakness, and moved across the room, closing that distance that had felt safe, and reached for the bottle, filling the empty glass.

“You’re still too young for this.”

“So ground me.” The look in her eyes practically dared him to say anything more as she deliberately reached for her glass, taking a sip, and he had to wonder what whiskey and peanut butter tasted like.

“Where’s Peter?”

“At the clinic. He had to work the late shift.” Another lick of peanut butter, another sip of whiskey, her eyes never leaving his face.

He was going to die. She was going to murder him in his sleep. )
changehistory: ([Peter] Kissage)
Happy Birthday, love.

[ooc: Assume a fabulous present--mun hasn't had a lot of time to virtual shop to be able to find anything appropriate, but Adam would never have been so negligent. ;-)]
changehistory: (Fingers to lips)
But since some of you like my writing...?

I had the chance to do a guest post for the blog of one of my favorite independent musicians and it went live today. 'Tis about my 2010 Word of the Year "Release" and, should you be interested, you can find it here.
changehistory: (Upset/looking down)
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night's sands end as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows, ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home

And it's almost like your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to keep me out

All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home

'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to break me down
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to keep me out

'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to break me down
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
To break me down, to break me down

Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down

~ Five Finger Death Punch - "Far From Home"
changehistory: (Are you kidding me?)
Noon. Tomorrow. Times Square.

Someone tell Mohinder to stop whining about the cold.
changehistory: (I need you to believe)
Yes, I know it's 19 days away, BUT, for those of you not paying attention (of which I am sure there are more than a few): Susan Boyle will be performing!!! Therefore, it's rather imperative we get there even earlier than we usually do.

It's Tuesday, November 30th this year. I think we probably should have lunch down there or something to make sure we get prime spots without having to have Sylar murder anyone. Just joking, Peter. Sort of.

And, just think, Baileigh! Sark! We can teach Irina how to ice skate!!!!!
changehistory: (...Oh?)
Consider this your T-minus 2 week countdown, people.
changehistory: (BW Manipulation)
We have a castle.

And Halloween is this weekend.

This really deserves something epic, yes? I mean, the party in the bank vault was spectacular, I think we can all agree, but we have a fucking castle.

Also a mansion with a secret tunnel, but I think the castle wins.
changehistory: (Fingers to lips)
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a
saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his
generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their
education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

[OOC] AFK

Sep. 30th, 2010 04:36 pm
changehistory: (Hoodies are cool)
I'm away at a conference in San Francisco starting tomorrow morning. While I will have Internet access at the hotel, I'll only be in my hotel room pretty much to sleep as I'm on the production team for the conference, and thus have to be there early to set up/stay late/help make sure things are running smoothly.

I'll try and hit all my tags before I head out--hopefully even a bit tonight and some tomorrow before leaving, but otherwise probably no tags 'til Monday, as I won't be back until midnight or later Sunday night.

As always, thanks for the patience of those tagging with me. Y'all are the best. <3

Bria
changehistory: ([Peter] Love the way I lie)
Peter, the world at his feet ready to be reshaped in his image, his son beside him, Angela behind the throne, Sylar at his right hand, the child Elle carried, and no consequences: gods deserved it all, and Adam intended to have it.
changehistory: (...Oh?)


You Are 3: The Achiever



You're confident and competent - with a lot of energy.
Eager to reach your goals, you are ambitious and competitive.

You are good at motivating yourself and motivating others.
You're also a charmer, with a great sense of humor.

At Your Best: You are kind, confident, and completely authentic. You are witty and full of life

At Your Worst: You are insecure, narcissistic, and jealous.

Your Fixation: Vanity

Your Primary Fear: Being worthless.

Your Primary Desire: To be important and valuable.

Other Number 3's: Tom Cruise, Sylvester Stallone, Michael Jordan, Madonna, and Shania Twain.




Me, narcissistic and jealous? I have NO idea what they're talking about.
changehistory: ([Peter] MINE)
Adam: LOOK what I got!!! ONE OF MY VERY OWN WHO DOESN'T GO AWAY WHEN MUNS GET BUSY!!!
Mohinder: You keep him and we'll all be fine.
Lydia: Hmpf.
Me: Adam, love, the boy needs to breathe. Don't squeeze so tight! Mohinder, you have more than enough to keep you happy. Lydia, sweetheart, don't be a verse-hog. Learn to share.
Lydia: If HE calls me a whore, too, I swear to god, I'll hurt someone.
Me: I don't think he's going to do that. He's a nice boy.
Mohinder: Oh, ffs, I apologized.
Lydia: No, you didn't. Asshole.
Mohinder: Tramp.
Lydia: ...Spider.
Mohinder: ...BITCH.
Melissa: *eyerolls*
Adam: *snuggles the squishy*
Peter: *flails. needs to breathe* WTF, Mohinder? Adam, down.
Adam: ...Well if that's how you want it, love...
Angela: ...Do I have to be here for this?
Me: *facepalms*

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