Meme meme meme! stolen from active_apathy and fireyfox

[bliumchik]

Leave a list of fictional characters in your journal that you would like a message from. It is your readers' mission, should they choose to accept it, to write you an in-character "letter" from a character on that list. They then post their own list in their own journal and the process continues.

MY LIST below the cut. I'll italic the ones that have been done (although you should read the comments anyway because they're awesome).

Firefly: River, Simon, Mal, Badger

Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale, Newt, Famine, any of the Them

Discworld: DEATH, Sybil Ramkin, Sally, Nobby Nobbs, Arch-Chancellor Ridcully, Rincewind, The Bursar, The Librarian, Nanny Ogg

Hornblower: Horatio Hornblower, Bush, Lady Barbara

Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy: Marvin, Ford, Zaphod

Sandman: Death, Daniel, John Constantine, Fiddler's Green, Destruction, Delirium

Comments

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Like the Cortex, but primitive... slow, broken. It could be better. Duplicated code, inefficient routines, backwards infrastructure. Bad ways used because they're already used, because none of them ever want to fix it.

And then this. Like a diary, almost, except it's all missing. A weird diary, not a diary, not a journal at all; a parody that's put out for all the world to see so they know it all, so they can all show themselves off without showing themselves through page after page of shiah hwa masquerading as truth. A million diaries all piled up on one another for everyone to read all full of twisty little sentences of played-up pain and invented sorrow and every second ai chr jze se duh fohn diang gho pretending like they're going to take a knife and spray their little worlds scarlet.

They don't know. And they don't know I know, but I do; see right through them, right through their invisible little lies and vague and bendy drama. See right through, but I never want to, never choose to, but they make it happen, every one of them, every time. Don't want to know... but I can tell you if you want.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Funky. And it's just like her not to sign the thing XP

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Thought you'd be able to tell. Simon could. :)

[one-bullet-left.livejournal.com]

Dear Ms Bloome,

It has come to my attention that you recently recieved correspondance from my sister, River Tam.

I'm sure I don't need to explain to you the delicacy of our position, or the risk I'm taking in writing you. As I'm sure you are aware, River is an extraordinary girl and her perceptions are, to say the least, unique. In addition, she has recently been through a number of extremely physically and emotionally traumatic experiences which make her vulnerable in ways you cannot comprehend. I am unable to determine exactly what message she was trying to convey to you, and she refuses to discuss the matter with me.

Who are you, Ms Bloome, and why is my sister trying to talk to you? Why is she reluctant to discuss the matter? She does not seem afraid of you or angry at you, and as I trust her judgement and respect her wishes, I will not try to locate you, nor will I mention this incident to the captain or any member of the crew.

In return, I ask that you never again contact my sister or myself, unless it is a matter of life or death. If you do not comply with this request, I will see to it that it becomes a matter of your death, Ms Bloome.

Sincerely,

Simon Tam

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Squee!

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

Y'know how things never stay the same? Like I was eating a popsicle the other day and then it was a and I didn't want to eat the goldfish because it didn't do anything to me and I don't guess I'd wanna get eaten like that just because I happened to be a popsicle before, plus it'd be all wriggly and stuff in your belly, I bet. Like when you get butterflies, and they flutter around inside you, I don't like that. Except I kind of do, 'cause then they fly out your mouth and they're really pretty and all those are really nice.

But I was thinking, it's really strange, isn't it, how you can go anywhere but you can't go anywhen? Like I can go to the moon but I can't go to yesterday or tomorrow, even though I can remember yesterday and tomorrow. I wonder if they have flowers on the moon? I kind of hope they do, but then again I hope they don't. Because you know once the petals



you can't put them back together anymore.

And when I think about that it's kind of sad

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

OMG. LOVE. You are awesome. *waves leetle flag of Del fangirl*

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

xD YEY! I'm glad you liked it.

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

(incidentally it's been so long since I read any sandman I wasn't sure if I had her voice, but, I <3 Delirium bunches so...)

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

No, you got it. Goldfish is word. XP You know that always reminds me of the little Chaos embodiment with the balloon which is a fish. Someone ought to write a fanfic about those two...

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

You mean Princess whatserface, the little girl wearing the red clown nose at the banquet?

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, her. Jemmy.

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

JEMMY!

I lurved that little brat so much.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I dressed up as her for a dinner themed "Circus Freaks" at that camp I really should get to writing about...

[lumelle.livejournal.com]

Dear Ms Bloome,

You apparently wanted to get a letter from me. Well, I didn't want to disappoint you, although I really don't know what to say.

Yesterday Crowley and I were feeding the ducks at the St. James' Park -- they always look so hungry, the poor dears -- when Crowley mentioned that he'd been in this Internet thing and seen somebody requesting a letter from both of us. As he "didn't quite feel like it", but apparently found the idea amusing anyway, he told me to write you something. And, well, after he had explained how the thing works, I decided to do it.

Isn't it such a fascinating thing, the Internet? Of course I knew how to use a computer, I have one of my own after all, but I'd never tried Internet before. To be able to write to other people, and immediately see what they have written -- it's incredible! And there's so much to read, too. (Although, in my opinion, it is still not the same as a good book.)

And I -- oh, dear. I'm sorry, but Crowley just came in, and he has that expression, so I don't think I can write much more.

Blushing? Me? Oh, no.

Hmm, I have to go.

Love,

A. Ziraphale

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Hee.

[benevolentround.livejournal.com]

DEAR MS. BLOOME,

AS YOU ARE NO DOUBT AWARE, IT IS NOT CUSTOMARY FOR ME TO WARN THOSE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE THAT THE UNFORTUNATE EVENT WILL SOON COME TO PASS. NOR AM I WELL KNOWN FOR MY DISPLAYS OF MOVING EMOTION, OR MY SEX DRIVE.

HOWEVER...AS YOU ARE DESTINED TO DIE NOT SO LONG FROM NOW, AND I HAVE FALLEN DEEPLY, HORRIBLY IN LOVE WITH YOU, I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WOULDN'T MIND ME SPEEDING UP THE PROCESS A LITTLE BIT. HAS ARSENIC EVER APPEALED TO YOU AS A FOOD?

YOURS DEVOTEDLY, 'TILL DEATH JOIN US TOGETHER,
D.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

...
LOL.
That is all.

[benevolentround.livejournal.com]

:P Glad you liked it.