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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2006 22:49:04 GMT -5
Dare: Have one of your charecters pop their toes in your story. ((XD don't ASK)) Double Dare: If it's an odd quirk. Triple Dare: If it's done in a serious moment. ...I have no comment. I'll take it. I'm sort of stuck right now, and oddly, this sounds perfect for one of my characters. Glad to be of service. *bow*
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Post by Ebil on Nov 18, 2006 22:11:18 GMT -5
Erm... seeing as I'm kind of new to NaNoWriMo and all, and I don't know how all of this is done, after we've done the dare do we upload an excerpt to prove it or something?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2006 23:40:39 GMT -5
Erm... seeing as I'm kind of new to NaNoWriMo and all, and I don't know how all of this is done, after we've done the dare do we upload an excerpt to prove it or something? And are we supposed to tally our points and see who has the highest score at the end?
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Post by Tashni on Nov 24, 2006 1:53:03 GMT -5
I'll take it. I'm sort of stuck right now, and oddly, this sounds perfect for one of my characters. Glad to be of service. *bow* I decided to post the scene where I wrote in this dare. You might not get some of the politics of the scene, but you will see how I wrote in the dare: The apothecary pursed her lips. “Actually, Mister Renar thought you might feel that way. He has said he will only accept a single escort as a representative of the Raokine people. He says this is to be a largely Ne Oi matter, and only one Raokine may be present as an observer.” The General’s entire face tightened, and his jaw was clenched to tight it looked like he must have been in pain. Wolfain could not believe what the apothecary was telling them. She was only relaying what the Ne Oi had dictated, but this was outrageous! The Raokine were the greatest warriors in Temath, and Ne Oi from a little town could not possibly be a match for whatever foe lay ahead of them. The General said nothing for a solid minute as he forced composure on himself. Finally he begrudgingly agreed to the terms. A small grin came across his face, one that made Wolfain sick. It was that same expression he used whenever he was about to send Wolfain on a fool’s errand. “You, Captain Wolfain. You will be perfect to escort the Ne Oi to his town. You know most of the main roads and you can sit in on the town meeting, come back and tell us all about it. Then I can send soldiers to take care of it.” This was a major insult, and Wolfain could say nothing in response except to bow at his General. Wolfain suddenly heard a popping sound. He and the General both glanced around the room to locate its source. Their gazes both came to the apothecary’s outstretched foot, her toes jammed against the floor. She looked at them both. “What, I can’t crack my toes in the presence of your graces? Please, you are men and soldiers. You can handle it." She pushed herself out of the chair and grabbed onto Wolfain’s arm. “Come on, sweetheart, take me home.” Wolfain was so unbalanced by her eccentric behavior that he simply did as he was told, glancing in confusion to the General as he walked through the doorway with the apothecary on his arm.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2006 22:56:19 GMT -5
Glad to be of service. *bow* *all that good stuff* Woah, Tashni, that was really great! It was much more intense than your recent excerpt and it was so much better than this part of a Dean Koontz novel that I'm reading. That is so boring and hard to get into, but even though I had no idea what exactly was going on, this pulled me in right away and was so much fun to read. Great job! On a side note, are we supposed to tally our dare points or something...? As a first time NaNoer, I get the "include *insert whateverness here*" part, but the whole point system still confuses me...
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Post by Tashni on Nov 24, 2006 23:24:13 GMT -5
Thanks very much, Wolf! Interweaving all of this politic stuff into my story is hard when it's nanowrimo, so I'm just sort of going with what I remember to stick in. I'll add the rest when I do the re-write. Most of my re-writing will happen in January, though, not December. December is BUUUSY because I work. (I have a very healthy fear of the rabid christmas shoppers. *shudder*)
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