NYC Diary #7

Jul. 13th, 2017 02:25 pm
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Spent most of the day with an old friend today. Parker Devon and I met on the set of Viewfinder, but he never returned for season two. He'd been offered a part on an American crime drama that would pay nearly twice as much- I can't blame him for taking it. Unfortunately the show hasn't been picked up for renewal, and we spent most of our evening at the bar discussing missed opportunities and parts we regret taking. 

He asked if I was really walking away from my new gig at the BBC, and I told him I wasn't sure. Apparently they've put filming on hold in hopes I'll come back, that's what my management teams says. I don't know if I want to do that anymore though. The idea was pitched that I do a farewell episode before someone new takes over the part- That might be more suited to my wants. Though the more I spoke with Parker, the more I wondered if I wasn't making a mistake. There are only so many parts up for grabs, and millions of actors looking for a role. Perhaps I should stay, and just negotiate more time for theater work and serious roles. After all, it's not that I don't love the series, I just...

I want more. I want parts I can dig my teeth into. Time Strider is good fun and all, but sometimes I want more than fun. There's an audition in August for a mini series based on an updated version of Winter's Tale. ...I'm terribly keen. Now I know exactly when I need to be back in London. Just before August first.

NYC Diary #6

Jul. 11th, 2017 02:40 pm
finlay_flynn: (shaggy haired fae boy)
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I didn't get a cat. I thought about it, I did, but in the end common sense won out and I decided against it. My last pet wound up living with Winter and Phouka, it would be stupid to try again so soon.

I did, however, try and become a cat. Seren continued insisting via text that I'm capable, that I just need to focus more. She told me to find that seed of magic that helps me become a fox and use it to become something else. ...And of course, she was right. She's been studying and learning about magic so much longer than I have, she understands it in a way I don't yet. I'm learning, I am, but I've a long way to go still.

My cat form is a frail little thing, too thin with a slightly crooked tail. My fur is some sort of tabby mix, mostly gray with patches of ginger. ...I like it though. It'll be easier to blend in as a cat, and there's something soothing about the way I can slink about. I spent ages just climbing earlier. I scaled bookshelves, countertops... I even made it to the top of the curtain rail without shredding anything. 

I wanted to though. I wanted to dig holes in the rugs and claw at the sofa. It took a lot of willpower to resist.

It's not quite as comforting as being the fox, but it's something. It's a real attempt at testing the abilities of my power. Seren, Will, even Winter- They all keep saying I'm powerful. Maybe I am, maybe they're right. Maybe I just need to keep flexing my abilities.

I want to call Pip and tell her what I've done, but I wont. If I call her, she'll come fetch me. I miss my friends, but I'm not ready yet. Maybe I'll send them postcards. ...Maybe.

I don't know.

NYC - Texts To Seren

Jul. 10th, 2017 06:10 pm

NYC Diary #5

Jul. 8th, 2017 10:41 pm
finlay_flynn: (weep)
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Life without Seren is dark and grim, I didn't realize just how much colour she'd brought to my world before she was gone. I wish I'd asked her more. I wish I'd gone with her.

Instead I'm here. Alone.

Maybe it's time to go home? No. ...Not yet.

I'm not eating again, my appetite left with Seren, it seems. I'm not going to worry about that right now though. Right now I just need to continue on as best I can.

I want to write more, but my words refuse to come. They're gone.


Jul. 8th, 2017 08:25 pm
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Bond was abroad, and though Q tended to stay in his ear 24/7, he did, eventually, need sleep. He'd dragged himself home, curled up on the bed between the cats, and let sleep take him. It was a lack of noise that woke him though- He always slept with the news on when Bond was away, and the seemingly sudden silence had been jarring.

The flat was pitch black, and the cats- Where were the cats? Blindly, he made his way to the window- Where was the window?

His eyes began to adjust to the dark, and while that was definitely his and Bond's bed, this was not their flat. ...It was more like a cement box. There was a heavy metal door, and on the ground he could see what looked like a man's body. Stepping closer, he could see he was dressed in a full suit and that his hands were bound. It started to move, as though waking from an unexpected nap, and as it sat up Q could see just enough in the dark to know it was no threat.

"Oh my god, Bond," the young quartermaster gasped.

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