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Holy crap, Jack & Ellis has been updated!

I think I was putting off writing this scene because it's an action scene and I suck at those; also, now that they are, well, where they are, I have to decide which of course of action to follow. There's still so much to go to this story, and three different ways it could play out, each with its particular charms.

For now, though, I'm glad to at least be tumbling it around in my head again. And to see that I can differentiate between Jack Baker and Jack Harkness just fine, because it would be very upsetting if suddenly Jack Baker turned into a sexual monomaniac. Besides, Baker's like a puppy. Jack Harkness is, and I say this with every lewd inflection that I can possibly muster, a dog.

In other news:

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Okay, I want something to come back to after lunch, other than the mail. This meme's been going round for a while, so why not.

I have made a list of fifteen characters and assigned each of them a number. To make it fair, given my promiscuous polyfandom, I will tell you that the characters are from Harry Potter, Discworld, Torchwood, classic mystery novels, and for a bit of flair, Jack&Ellis.

You can ask any question you like about any of the numbers, singly or in combination. I don't know how many questions I'll get, but I'm going to limit questions to no more than two per person, and fifty total, just in case. :)

I will then post the list of names, questions, and their answers.

GO!

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Help.

Mum just texted me asking if I wanted to go to Ann Arbor for my birthday, which is not until September. I thought this was pretty excessively random, considering I'm in Chicago and she's in Texas, but said it seemed like a nice town and why Ann Arbor?

Well, she texted, the weekend after my birthday weekend, University of Michigan is playing their big rivals.

It's things like her obsession with University of Michigan, which she's never seen let alone attended, that make me seriously wonder about my mother's mental health.

I texted her back saying I guess that was okay, and now she's looking into airfare. In all honesty, I can't think of anything I would rather do less than go to a football game ever again. Especially a football game between two teams that I don't care about. As a birthday present.

God love her. *sighs and begins looking into hotels in Ann Arbor*

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I told R about mum's scheme to take me to see Michigan play.

He told me that actually seeing Michigan play is always fun, and threw in for kicks that they stole their helmet design from Princeton. I texted Mum and she said to tell him Michigan deserved them more.

R's a Fighting Irish fan (go figure) and decided, in defiance of my mother, to learn the Notre Dame fight song on harmonica.

Mum texted that she'd send him a cookie if he learned the Michigan song, and as R is a sucker for cookies, he made a valiant effort. Apparently it takes two different keys of harmonica to play. To which my mum said, she'll call Lee Oskar and send him right over.

To which R replied, "Tell her that Lee Oskar is my bitch."

My blues-playing, harmonica-toting, ex Ivy-League roommate and my mother were flirting via my phone.

It's not just me, right? My life's a little weird, isn't it?