20 years of X-Project - Tink!
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x_projectTink joined in 2015 with Darcy Lewis, then brought April Parker in (2021) and Illyana Rasputin (2022).
1) What brought you to X-Project?
When Chris joined with Alison, the combo of Chris, Twiller and Frito, and eventually Cai convinced me to app as well.
2) What keeps you in X-Project?
Writing some really epic stories. Being pushed to get better at writing and really get into the heads of my characters.
3) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that you wrote?
I really liked my writing for the events surrounding Arise X-Man. Seraph and Dex really pushed me to write better and really get into Darcy's head.
“And the others? Doug? Could you lie to any of them if you had to?” Laurie placed small kisses against Darcy’s shoulder and neck, pushing pleasure with each touch. “Would you lie to them for me, love?”
"Doug and I don't talk about you except in the vaguest terms." Darcy thought she'd mentioned that before, but tilting her neck to give Laurie easier access was a little more important in her mind at the moment. "He knows when we're spending time together. Sometimes I mention where we went on a date or had for dinner. Light stuff."
The kettle whistled, and Darcy reluctantly pulled away to grab a mitt and pour the tea. "I could lie to him, but I'd prefer to keep it where it is. The rest of them.. yeah, probably. It'd need to stay in line with whatever I told Doug. Easier if I just keep it vague. You've got an appointment, you're doing more travel, shit like that. Spies are shockingly good at not prying until you make it seem interesting."
“That’s good. We may need to later but for now, I have business to attend to. I need you to remember the following for me. We spent time together, we had tea and I cuddled with you just as you wanted but then I had to go out and help at the physiotherapy place. I’ve been spending a lot of time there lately, trying to give back, helping others in my situation. Tonight, you’ll seek Doug out for snuggles and from now on, on the nights you miss me, you’ll go to him instead. I need you to think we’re fine though, so you’ll make up some dates we’ve had if people ever ask, or you wonder about it.”
Laurie moved to take the pulse point of Darcy’s wrist into her hand and pushed a large amount of cortisol into her system.
“Now, you’re having a panic attack and you need to go lie down in your room. You’ll remember nothing except what I just told you to remember, and every time you even get close to thinking about it, you’ll remember how bad this feels right now, and you’ll panic again.”
Darcy looked up at Laurie, eyes wide as her heart started to hammer in her chest. "I.. I need to go." She gave Laurie a brief hug and the faintest brush of lips across her cheek before backing off. "Have fun helping your friend at physio, I'm gonna have a lie down and see if this headache wears off. Let me know if I can bake something for you to take in and share, okay?"
“Of course, love. I hope that headache gets better soon.”
Laurie was already turning away as she moved deeper into her suite, leaving Darcy to leave on her own. She pushed her pheromones out into the air in her suite, making it as uninviting a place as possible, just to be sure.
4) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that someone else wrote?
Alison and Terry going super destructive on the crabs in Baltimore.
"HOW DO YOU NOT SING?!" Alison yelled, doing her best to be heard over the din. "WAIT, DAMMIT, LET ME AT LEAST START THE MUSIC!"
Except that Alison very deliberately didn't keep Christmas music karaoke on her phone, so when she reflexively hit the play button on whatever she happened to have highlighted at that minute, what actually came over the speakers, layered in a cacophonous blend with Terry's acapella, was the bubblegum pink fluff of Hayley Kiyoko.
It sounded... well, it was sound?
And then the crabs were too close for her to contribute any more distraction to the moment, and she let the ocean of electricity crawling across her skin focus to a point on her fingertips. Oh yes, she could work with this.
"To save us all from Satan's pow'r when we have gone astray," Terry continued, not sure what Alison was playing over the speakers. It took a moment for the sparks and pinpricks of light haloing the younger woman to form up into something more tangible, but when they did -- Terry almost lost her train of thought and the line of the song she was on.
It wasn't dazzling, as she would have been blinded, but the refined light shining at the tips of Alison's fingers glinted sharply, miniscule daggers of sheer radiance. "Oh, tidings of comfort and joy -- comfort and joy. Oh, tidings of comfort and joy."
The first laser left her fingertips like a cannon, a purple sword of light that left a trail of dazzling sparkles in its wake. It slammed into the lead of the crab crowd and just... kept going. The front crab took an extra step forward before its left half fell one way and right half fell the other. As did the crab behind it. And the one behind that one.
Somewhere in the back of the crowd near what used to be the center field bullpen there was an explosion of dirt and metal as the laser finally hit the ground, launching a wave of earth and crabs alike high enough to break the windows on the highest floor of the pseudo-warehouse building behind the stands that housed the club's offices.
Alison looked at the devastation, then down at her fingers, then back up at the incoming waves of crabs.
"...holy shit."
Terry held the word 'joy' for longer than she should have if she'd actually intended the song to sound even the slightest bit correct, but... she really couldn't help it. That had been an outstanding display of power and if they'd been in any other set of circumstances, she'd have said something. As it was, she shook herself a bit and continued yelling into the microphone, "From God, our Heavenly Father, the blessed angel came, and unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same."
Each follow-up shot cleaved through crabs by the dozen. Within a minute there was a wall of shredded carapaces and tangled limbs between them and the crabs, and still they kept coming, and still Alison kept firing.
Then Alison sent a shot just a little bit too far right, and the jumbotron began to tilt ominously forward as she took out one of its supporting legs.
Mouth snapping shut for a moment, Terry's eyes widened and she forgot the next words she was going to yell. Instead, she yelled, "Aim at the crabs, no' the buil--" She broke off as the giant billboard paused its downward fall for a moment, then gave in completely and crushed all the crabs beneath it. The sickening crunch of all those hard shells giving way to the Jumbotron was followed briefly as Terry said, "Oh," into the microphone. "Well done, you."
5) What is something about X-Project that you really like/enjoy?
Getting to write with people I've come to consider friends. The Texas contingent occasional meetups when a big group of us lived in the same area. Hanging out with people from the game in general. :)
1) What brought you to X-Project?
When Chris joined with Alison, the combo of Chris, Twiller and Frito, and eventually Cai convinced me to app as well.
2) What keeps you in X-Project?
Writing some really epic stories. Being pushed to get better at writing and really get into the heads of my characters.
3) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that you wrote?
I really liked my writing for the events surrounding Arise X-Man. Seraph and Dex really pushed me to write better and really get into Darcy's head.
“And the others? Doug? Could you lie to any of them if you had to?” Laurie placed small kisses against Darcy’s shoulder and neck, pushing pleasure with each touch. “Would you lie to them for me, love?”
"Doug and I don't talk about you except in the vaguest terms." Darcy thought she'd mentioned that before, but tilting her neck to give Laurie easier access was a little more important in her mind at the moment. "He knows when we're spending time together. Sometimes I mention where we went on a date or had for dinner. Light stuff."
The kettle whistled, and Darcy reluctantly pulled away to grab a mitt and pour the tea. "I could lie to him, but I'd prefer to keep it where it is. The rest of them.. yeah, probably. It'd need to stay in line with whatever I told Doug. Easier if I just keep it vague. You've got an appointment, you're doing more travel, shit like that. Spies are shockingly good at not prying until you make it seem interesting."
“That’s good. We may need to later but for now, I have business to attend to. I need you to remember the following for me. We spent time together, we had tea and I cuddled with you just as you wanted but then I had to go out and help at the physiotherapy place. I’ve been spending a lot of time there lately, trying to give back, helping others in my situation. Tonight, you’ll seek Doug out for snuggles and from now on, on the nights you miss me, you’ll go to him instead. I need you to think we’re fine though, so you’ll make up some dates we’ve had if people ever ask, or you wonder about it.”
Laurie moved to take the pulse point of Darcy’s wrist into her hand and pushed a large amount of cortisol into her system.
“Now, you’re having a panic attack and you need to go lie down in your room. You’ll remember nothing except what I just told you to remember, and every time you even get close to thinking about it, you’ll remember how bad this feels right now, and you’ll panic again.”
Darcy looked up at Laurie, eyes wide as her heart started to hammer in her chest. "I.. I need to go." She gave Laurie a brief hug and the faintest brush of lips across her cheek before backing off. "Have fun helping your friend at physio, I'm gonna have a lie down and see if this headache wears off. Let me know if I can bake something for you to take in and share, okay?"
“Of course, love. I hope that headache gets better soon.”
Laurie was already turning away as she moved deeper into her suite, leaving Darcy to leave on her own. She pushed her pheromones out into the air in her suite, making it as uninviting a place as possible, just to be sure.
4) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that someone else wrote?
Alison and Terry going super destructive on the crabs in Baltimore.
"HOW DO YOU NOT SING?!" Alison yelled, doing her best to be heard over the din. "WAIT, DAMMIT, LET ME AT LEAST START THE MUSIC!"
Except that Alison very deliberately didn't keep Christmas music karaoke on her phone, so when she reflexively hit the play button on whatever she happened to have highlighted at that minute, what actually came over the speakers, layered in a cacophonous blend with Terry's acapella, was the bubblegum pink fluff of Hayley Kiyoko.
It sounded... well, it was sound?
And then the crabs were too close for her to contribute any more distraction to the moment, and she let the ocean of electricity crawling across her skin focus to a point on her fingertips. Oh yes, she could work with this.
"To save us all from Satan's pow'r when we have gone astray," Terry continued, not sure what Alison was playing over the speakers. It took a moment for the sparks and pinpricks of light haloing the younger woman to form up into something more tangible, but when they did -- Terry almost lost her train of thought and the line of the song she was on.
It wasn't dazzling, as she would have been blinded, but the refined light shining at the tips of Alison's fingers glinted sharply, miniscule daggers of sheer radiance. "Oh, tidings of comfort and joy -- comfort and joy. Oh, tidings of comfort and joy."
The first laser left her fingertips like a cannon, a purple sword of light that left a trail of dazzling sparkles in its wake. It slammed into the lead of the crab crowd and just... kept going. The front crab took an extra step forward before its left half fell one way and right half fell the other. As did the crab behind it. And the one behind that one.
Somewhere in the back of the crowd near what used to be the center field bullpen there was an explosion of dirt and metal as the laser finally hit the ground, launching a wave of earth and crabs alike high enough to break the windows on the highest floor of the pseudo-warehouse building behind the stands that housed the club's offices.
Alison looked at the devastation, then down at her fingers, then back up at the incoming waves of crabs.
"...holy shit."
Terry held the word 'joy' for longer than she should have if she'd actually intended the song to sound even the slightest bit correct, but... she really couldn't help it. That had been an outstanding display of power and if they'd been in any other set of circumstances, she'd have said something. As it was, she shook herself a bit and continued yelling into the microphone, "From God, our Heavenly Father, the blessed angel came, and unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same."
Each follow-up shot cleaved through crabs by the dozen. Within a minute there was a wall of shredded carapaces and tangled limbs between them and the crabs, and still they kept coming, and still Alison kept firing.
Then Alison sent a shot just a little bit too far right, and the jumbotron began to tilt ominously forward as she took out one of its supporting legs.
Mouth snapping shut for a moment, Terry's eyes widened and she forgot the next words she was going to yell. Instead, she yelled, "Aim at the crabs, no' the buil--" She broke off as the giant billboard paused its downward fall for a moment, then gave in completely and crushed all the crabs beneath it. The sickening crunch of all those hard shells giving way to the Jumbotron was followed briefly as Terry said, "Oh," into the microphone. "Well done, you."
5) What is something about X-Project that you really like/enjoy?
Getting to write with people I've come to consider friends. The Texas contingent occasional meetups when a big group of us lived in the same area. Hanging out with people from the game in general. :)
