Raaj

Finally finished this scene, which is supposed to be like part 1 of 4 for the "conclusion" of Sleeping Arrangements. ...Um, considering the length of other pieces so far, that might be a bit long for an ending--mostly keep thinking of it as one overall piece because even though it's four scenes, I wanted to focus on Tifa's POV and her fears to link things together as everything goes to pieces (...last scene has her being stabbed to go to the one who didn't die, yep).

Not sure if I'm quite on target with her fears here though, I admit I've had writer's block/similar frustration on this and various other projects for so long that I just SHOVED through it tonight. Also need to go back and figure out more scenes to flesh out the overall "Sleeping Arrangements" more, figure out the other half of Gongaga too (kind of want to do a silly one in Wutai or elsewhere; Yuffie sees how they keep sharing the bed and is like "HEY, I GET A TURN /shoves on to share the bed with Aerith" with the other two women all YUFFIE THE BED IS NOT THAT BIG)

Anyway! For now, onward. Someday I will work perfectly sequentially on a project, but it helps that this does pretty much adhere to canon until Tifa is stabbed.

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For once Tifa had a bed of her own.

Which meant, for once, she couldn't sleep, and had to conclude ruefully that Cait Sith's contacts were too good. The moment AVALANCHE had found out about the broken tram stranding them at the Gold Saucer, the cat robot had bounded off to inform the haunted hotel's employees they were staying the night. To the entirely exhausted party's fortune, there was a smaller crowd than usual--he'd been able to wheedle their way into three rooms, making it possible for everyone to have the rare treat of a separate bed.

Tifa had gotten much too used to a shared one. ( Read more... )

This has been on my mind since the ride home from the concert, so now I'm going ahead and writing a little blow-by-blow of the night. I attended the concert at Powell Hall in St. Louis, Missouri, which is a pretty classy place even if something about the aisles made me keep thinking I'd fall as I walked up them. (Maybe I have some sort of height thing, dunno.) In the hall was a giant projector screen which showed graphics from the various games as they played. The conductor was Arnie Roth, don't know anything about him but he was a conversationalist with a little bit of humor and kept the program running smoothly.

Since it was the Saturday show, we missed out on Friday's Liberi Fatali, J-E-N-O-V-A, and Melodies of Life. Sad, but the selection on Saturday had songs I wouldn't have traded for Friday's either. (Hello, Aerith's theme.)

( the blow-by-blow )

Looks like they only have three shows left, from their website--I'm really glad I caught it.