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I really don't understand what's going on at the moment, and I'm not going to pretend to. It's something that doesn't involve my characters, and I'd really rather stay out of it- I don't like fights, and as with many things I don't feel like I know enough about what's going on to form an opinion.

So I'm just going to tell you about *my* dungeons, my experience of this.

First and foremost, I'm honoured to be a part of it. I wasn't invited like most others- I gatecrashed the RPG, and I'm grateful to the others for not kicking my arse straight back out. I have no credentials as far as this fandom is concerned- I've written a grand total of three stories, I think, and none of them is particularly memorable. So I'm grateful that I was given a chance to take a part in this, and I hope I've delivered.

The amount of work that goes on behind the scenes amazes me. My characters mostly interact with each other, and aren't involved with many other characters' story lines, for which I'm grateful. If you've been reading the Charlie/Oliver smut you know exactly how slack I can be. (Part three is on the way, I swear...). The other authors involved spend a ridiculous amount of time sorting out joint storylines and writing back and forth, and I respect and fear the amount of work that goes into it.

I think my favourite part of the RPG is the interaction, though. I love dungeon_watch with a passion, and any time Oliver or Charlie are mentioned I have a minor heart attack and bounce around for a while, squeeing. My decisions made on behalf of the characters have been affected by the fans, and they've helped to develop the characters by asking questions that I've had to think about, making me take my ideas further than I normally would. Believe it or not, my plot skills are being completely upgraded through participation in the dungeons, even though Charlie and Oliver have little plot to speak of.

My journal entries are naturally planned to an extent, so it's the comments that excite me. The interaction, and answering comments "in character" (or at least, so I fervently hope.) It's the fact that people seem to genuinely *like* Charlie and Oliver, and be affected by what they have to say; that people feel moved enough to "talk" to them. So I want to express my appreciation to everyone that has commented on their journals, and an apology to anyone I've forgotten to reply to- all comments are appreciated, and I try to get the boy to interact as much as possible, but sometimes either circumstances or storyline forbid me from showing my appreciation. *g*

That's about it, I suppose. I just wanted to thank everyone involved- the other authors, the fans, the fan-creations who take part, the people who read- thanks very much to all of you.

Comments

[r-becca.livejournal.com]

I agree entirely. Very well said.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

And trust me when I say when we squee when Charlie or Oliver reposoneds to our coments :)

[chasehunts.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, my plot skills are being completely upgraded through participation in the dungeons, even though Charlie and Oliver have little plot to speak of.

Yep, that is the one huge thing that's hit me square in the face about this interactive fic: the plotting. Being just a sidebar character is intense. Learning to hide clues well enough that DW won't catch them too early - man, somedays I think that's hopeless, lol. But it's a joy to keep trying and keep learning.

And you were invited. You couldn't log in to the dungeon if you hadn't been. :)

Chase

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Yeah, let me follow this up: of course you were invited. I just had one friend who was very, very, very interested in my participating. Nothing official from the Dungeons itself except the initial email.

Icarus

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

It's about this post to Percy in Lucius' journal (which has now been screened) -

Little puppy,

I can only think that you are being deliberately obtuse. Once again, I must remind you that my business and, by extension, any business my Tyger has with me is none of your concern. Whether I have met him or not, whether I correct him or not, whether I have kissed him or tasted him or slid my body against his, or not, is none of your concern.

Really, I feel like should smack you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.

Why are you so jealous, child, acting the part of a stampy little rent boy? You have him in your bed. Why is that not enough for you? What do you think you will gain through this little tete-a-tete? Are you so insecure and uncertain in your skills that you would snip at anyone else with whom he speaks? You would scarcely have energy for anything else. Why don't you lift your leg on him and get it over with?

So you are his disciple now? Because he deigns to fuck you? Because you have a "fine arse"? Because you are of use to him? That makes you a tool, little puppy, not a disciple. I am certain you are not the only one to have ever seen a sated _expression on the Tyger's face. And I am equally certain that he is not the only one to have seen that _expression on yours. You should not flatter yourself so for it. You are hardly unique among all men or women.

You claim in a thread above that you've learned your lesson about posting anonymously but you apparently did not learn it well. I will add it to the host of lessons in which you need remedial training, though I would not want to take on such a monumental, unrewarding task. Take another look at your post, Percy, and tell me what you know of discretion. Ridiculous child.

I would not have thought it possible but you have become even shriller than in previous posts. When you manage to use sarcasm successfully, I am certain the result will be most appreciated. I will give you a hint: you will be well on the road to using it once you learn to recognize it without having the section in question in quotes. Anything to make your accusations and observations less puerile would be a blessing.

Do you not understand? I want nothing from you. I need nothing from you. I care nothing about you. You mean nothing to me. Return to your master's feet, puppy, and cease troubling strangers.


-- A.C.

Whaddaya think?
It was a pretend fight that turned into a real one basically. I squee'd in delight up until about this point.

Icarus