The Doorway: a panfandom game

I've decided I'm going to see Sharon Freeman tonight in Brooklyn. And I bought two tickets, just in case any She's part of the Jazz Festival, which I'm completely unqualified to talk about; someone asked me the other day whether that sort of music made me feel at home, and I hardly knew what to say. These days a year in one part of the world is a year in another - we're all remarkably present in 2013. It wasn't the same back then, and believe me, I knew it. There's nothing like hearing reports from across an ocean that make you suspect you're still loafing around somewhere in 1899. We thought we were terribly modern with our wireless and our telephones, but really, how can you be modern when you insist on taking two hours to dress for dinner?

At any rate. I'm going. I think it will be lovely. Or maybe it won't, but I'd like to see.

Oh, and I have an extra ticket.

Even if you revolted, America, you're still rather English. You're colonial and you're obsessed with the way things look. The patina may be shiny but isn't there a fair bit of rot underneath?

And instead of Countesses and Lords, you've got Rockefellers, Roosevelts, Kennedys and reality TV stars. Lord, your class system is a mess. I wonder who will want to be seen at this 'show'?

Probably me. I certainly wouldn't miss hot pilates for the world.

For those of you who were interested, the Refugee Women's Support Group is a go. We'll be having our first meeting on Sunday in the Community Center, let me know if you would like to help and I can send you an email.

There will be food involved! Bring friends and allies!

Edited to add:

The meeting will be at 10am. Yes there will also be coffee, in case you are worried.

Filtered to: Sam, Jo, Cas, Claudia

Please tell me we can be a team for this scavenger hunt thing. Or can we just get Thor drunk and take a picture with him, because that would make my night.

Filtered to: Jo

So...Sam I guess does want to use your gift alone after all.

Hmm. Hmm.

Filtered to: Lily

I have a question. A few really. I've been thinking about them for a while, but I keep avoiding asking you in person, and maybe they will be easier on here.

Quite rude of me, isn't it, to be here for a few days without bothering to introduce myself. I'm afraid my transition was quite overwhelming. But I feel less shaken now, if nothing else.

I think I shall spend my afternoon at Middle Collegiate . It's been quite a time since I've been able to attend service but there is a comfort there. Truly, from what I've seen of the stunning coloured photographs, churches have not twisted and changed as much as everything else in the world has.

Churches and teapots, I suppose, are both eternal and everlasting.

I rarely post on this network, It's just not my cup of tea. Seeing the kind of drama it can attract, I think I'm glad it's not my cup of tea. don't people have better things to do than fight with strangers on the

Things I learned today: While informative, watching episodes of your show on your lunch break is rarely a good idea. Especially when you learn something that keeps you distracted for an entire afternoon of SHIELD training.

Apparently my boyfriend partner lover Jack has/had the capability to become pregnant. The joys/surprises of dating an alien.

I'm assuming this is a miracle of modern medicine that has not yet been achieved here on Earth. (And pregnant transgender men don't count.)

Could someone please tell me who Lady Mary is? And what is so very special about her hair that people think my mother should be horrified at mine?

I had a nice chat with some of the people who came through to see the sights today. They're all terribly fond of Granny, because of course they've never had to sit down to dinner with her. Some of them had very nice things to say, though. People can be so sympathetic - so caring, and so invested in things that don't concern them, that perhaps never even happened. I find it difficult to fault them for a little insensitivity.

But it is still considered rude to point and stare, isn't it? Not that they were doing it to me, of c

Clarity is, I think, always the best policy. Today, people were somewhat shocked and offended when I implied that humans are born stupid, selfish little assholes and as they grow, while they think they become smarter and perhaps even believe they become less self-centred... more often than not, they don't. People are almost all assholes from birth until death, and I thought it might do everyone some good if I explained what I meant when I say asshole. This isn't a complete list, but I also think it would be almost impossible for most people to get through it without having to checkmark off a few things for themselves.

So as Bill Nye might say, Please... Consider the following:


( YOU MAY BE AN ASSHOLE IF )

I've decided I like Washington very much - after New York, it seems pleasantly provincial, easy-going and spacious (even with hundreds of thousands of people crowding in for a public celebration!). Perhaps it was only the event that had everyone in such good spirits, but it struck me as such a friendly, open town, obviously designed for hospitality. And it's so clean! I think I'd like to go back in the spring. I noticed all the willow trees along the river, and I know they must be lovely in April.

Thank you so much for the invitation, Sir Percy - and to the organisers, of course! I had a wonderful time.

Does anyone else have a favourite city? I've only been to four, and that's it you count Leeds. I'm afraid I'm not very cosmopolitan.

So I went to go see one of those newfangled pictures today- color film is really the cat's pajamas! I think I still prefer the pictures that were out in my day, but it was still really nifty. It looked so real! Seeing all this new technology is pretty exciting, but New York just isn't the same anymore, and it makes me feel sort of nostalgic.

I did see a ducky trailer though that gave me a little taste of home. This is more like the city I knew. I hope I'll still be here to see this! I suppose in the mean time I could actually pick up and read Mr. Fitzgerald's book. It only came out about a year ago in my time, and I've had a lot going on lately. How exciting to hear that it became a classic! The Fitzgeralds are positutely the bees knees. My mom's side of the family are Fitzgeralds. I like to think they must be related somehow, but honestly, my mother is nowhere near as exciting as they are, so I'm not sure it's possible.

I think I'm going to give these new sorts of 'clubs' a whirl if anyone wants to come. It's berries to hear that Prohibition was repealed. Bit of an annoyance that whole twenty-one years of age thing, but luckily I just so happen to be 104 years old, so I should be fine.

I don't think I'm ever going to figure out these ... farenheit to celcius conversions. Whenever I see something like it's 37 or 42º degrees I expect people to be outside complaining about the heat and dousing themselves in ice cream. But it's not that at all, is it?

Not that I can feel the difference, anyway. It's all the same to me.

I've about bloody well had it with this American belief that the English are all tea drinkers, tea dependant, tea experts or drink nothing but tea.

It's mud, is what it is, and utterly responsible for the downfall of the British Empire.

Who: Potts Tower folks!
When: New Years Eve, 8pm-onwards
Where: Potts Tower: Basement & floor 13
What: PARTY TIME. This is the IC/OOC post what is going down. Feel free to comment. You're also welcome to post logs. When you reply to the comment times below, please be sure to put your character's name in the subject line. IE. Under Arrivals, add Arrivals - Character Name to make it easier to find things later. Also, remember to tag your character!
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( GET DOWN GET DOWN )

Today I tried fried chicken for the first time.

It has been wonderful trying all this new food, but I don't know how much more my corset can take.

( Notes sent to Hermes, Lady Edith Crawley, Severus Snape )

Whilst I cannot say one way or another about this Ring Lord what-have-you-all, I have discovered that there is an opera house in town. Most delightful news indeed.

More, they've performances next week of an opera Les Troyens by some chap Berlioz. I do believe it's one of those endless Roman tales they stuff into schoolboy's brains to shove out any thoughts of mischief. The Odyssey or the Aenied or some such. La, but I could never keep them straight! It's in French, but we can hardly fault it for that.

Would anyone care accompany me? We could take in a spot of brandy before and thence arrive at the theatre in one of those automobiles I've seen such a titter about.

They're holding a box in the Grand Tier, but I'd rather confirm sooner than later. So what say you all?

I lasted all of two weeks before rescuing a cat. Call me crazy but I like having a companion around and I miss Chewie mine like crazy. So, meet Winston. And here's to hoping that historical figure doesn't show up.

( Cut, not filtered. )

I'm afraid I feel rather useless.

It's funny - I thought I'd move to the city to find something to do. And here I am, and I haven't the first idea how I'm meant to occupy myself.

But I don't mean to complain! Goodness knows it'll take me the better part of a month to make sense of all these fantastic new inventions. We had telephones, in my house. Actually, I'd only just got used to them.

Would anyone like to have tea? There's so many people, but it's so lonel I'm really not used to so much privacy. How strange.

This is highly unsafe. I hope everyone understand that I am due to fly a plane tomorrow and if I don't have the proper amount of SLEEP I could be a RISK and unable to fly which I am supposed to be doing in the next--- in the next...four--three--IT DOESN'T MATTER. I can't be HERE I have to be HOME.

OR CAROLINE WILL MURDER ME. AND ALL OF YOU

I am a Captain. I am an air line Captain -- I can't just be kidnapped and skipped across the ocean by a little blue box on a whim! I have a responsibility and a reputation to uphold, a crew that I cannot let down and a co-pilot who would be utterly lost without me -- this isn't fair, or right or just or allowed. It's against the rules!

Oh God.

I'm going to die here.