To say that things are a little hectic at work is an understatement of the magnitude of saying that there's only a couple of frames in a minute of footage. They've kept pulling me off of 'priority' shots to put me onto other 'priority' shots for over a month now, leaving me in a situation where I've got but a single month to complete three ENTIRE episodes.
There's a small mouselike part of my brain that wants to panic, but it's currently being sat upon by a much larger brute called professional apathy: a grouchy, vaguely tyrannosaurian creature who knows that the current crunch isn't it's fault and glares steely-eyed at the inept managers who shove piles and piles of shot orders at it that it's already done. Those who say things like, "it'll just take a minute or two", or "can't you work faster?" get bitten.
* * *
On the plus side, the move went as smoothly as could be expected given the short notice, and though Layne and I are now thoroughly sleep-deprived and exhausted, the old apartment is empty and clean, and the new tennants have already begun moving in. Our new apartment is partially unpacked, and I can't wait to see how much space we've got once everything's put away. It still feels a lot smaller than our old apartment, even though I know that it's only a few inches smaller either way, but I'm guessing a lot of that feeling comes from the mountains of boxes we currently have sitting in our living room.
* * *
The KC game last weekend was heart-wrenchingly marvelous. It kicked off with Manahem 'stepping down' as White King, and Mahalia and Zachael having to berate a relunctant Manahem into upholding his end of the Codex by adhering to the protocol of Challenge. It was a rough situation to be in, since she hated forcing Manahem to fight one of 'his Divine', and she knew that Zachael was enjoying both her and Manahem's discomfort far too much. But, in the end, Tandal won the Challenge, Manahem finally got to step back from the lime-light and focus on his own spiritual path, and Mahalia hoped that this latest wedge in her and Manahem's relationship wasn't the feather that finally tipped the scales.
Luckily, it wasn't. The weepy portion of the evening came when Mahalia finally cleared her schedule of concerns and put aside time to talk to Manahem. They hadn't spoken much in the ten years since her return to the city, and even when they did, it was mostly about concerns of the Codex and Civitas. But, that night, they both spoke openly and candidly about all the things that lay between them. Twice, she had to wave off concerned Deistical who were worried about the tears streaming down her face, but they were healing tears, for once. In the end, he accepted her for who she was now, not for who she was. Ouch, that nearly broke my heart!
Add to that the scare of possibly having to 'heal' Sharru by ripping the trauma from his mind (and experiencing all the horrible, horrible things he'd done first-hand *shudder*), and the night was an emotional roller coaster. In short, it was everything I've come to expect from KC in general, and Inheritance in particular. Can't wait until next month!
There's a small mouselike part of my brain that wants to panic, but it's currently being sat upon by a much larger brute called professional apathy: a grouchy, vaguely tyrannosaurian creature who knows that the current crunch isn't it's fault and glares steely-eyed at the inept managers who shove piles and piles of shot orders at it that it's already done. Those who say things like, "it'll just take a minute or two", or "can't you work faster?" get bitten.
* * *
On the plus side, the move went as smoothly as could be expected given the short notice, and though Layne and I are now thoroughly sleep-deprived and exhausted, the old apartment is empty and clean, and the new tennants have already begun moving in. Our new apartment is partially unpacked, and I can't wait to see how much space we've got once everything's put away. It still feels a lot smaller than our old apartment, even though I know that it's only a few inches smaller either way, but I'm guessing a lot of that feeling comes from the mountains of boxes we currently have sitting in our living room.
* * *
The KC game last weekend was heart-wrenchingly marvelous. It kicked off with Manahem 'stepping down' as White King, and Mahalia and Zachael having to berate a relunctant Manahem into upholding his end of the Codex by adhering to the protocol of Challenge. It was a rough situation to be in, since she hated forcing Manahem to fight one of 'his Divine', and she knew that Zachael was enjoying both her and Manahem's discomfort far too much. But, in the end, Tandal won the Challenge, Manahem finally got to step back from the lime-light and focus on his own spiritual path, and Mahalia hoped that this latest wedge in her and Manahem's relationship wasn't the feather that finally tipped the scales.
Luckily, it wasn't. The weepy portion of the evening came when Mahalia finally cleared her schedule of concerns and put aside time to talk to Manahem. They hadn't spoken much in the ten years since her return to the city, and even when they did, it was mostly about concerns of the Codex and Civitas. But, that night, they both spoke openly and candidly about all the things that lay between them. Twice, she had to wave off concerned Deistical who were worried about the tears streaming down her face, but they were healing tears, for once. In the end, he accepted her for who she was now, not for who she was. Ouch, that nearly broke my heart!
Add to that the scare of possibly having to 'heal' Sharru by ripping the trauma from his mind (and experiencing all the horrible, horrible things he'd done first-hand *shudder*), and the night was an emotional roller coaster. In short, it was everything I've come to expect from KC in general, and Inheritance in particular. Can't wait until next month!
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