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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3510 on: December 10, 2017, 02:50:06 AM »
So, um, I was looking at Lazy8's Index again, and I noticed something, and, well...

...this happened:

Numerology
A “Stand Still. Stay Silent” fanfic collection
Part 1
Complete Links to Complete Links post
Spoiler: 01001101 • show
The half-completed logic problem stared mockingly back at Emil Västerström from where he’d thrown the magazine in disgusted frustration when he’d run out of time to solve it at breakfast. It was the first thing to catch his eye when he got back from work, and ever since then, and no matter how he tried to ignore it, Emil found himself glaring at the crinkled sheet of paper with its little chart and list of clues.

From the very first line, the logic problem had rattled Emil, though he wasn’t quite sure why. “Tuuri wanted to see trolls, but she wasn’t immune. Imagine her shock when she saw five different types of troll (one was a vätte) in five separate places doing five different things at five different times of day! Tuuri made it out OK, but her debriefing went a little wrong. Can you figure out what kind of troll she saw where at which time of day and doing what from her statements?”

The background scenario was a bit weird, but otherwise it was a perfectly normal logic problem; every other problem in the book followed the same format, though some were about horse races, or florists, or foreign postcards, or whatever. Still, there was something about that particular scenario that tugged at Emil’s mind, and something about the name “Tuuri” that tugged even harder. This tugging made it impossible for Emil to concentrate on the problem itself, but impossible to think about anything else.

Maybe, Emil thought, maybe starting another problem would clear his mind enough to get this one done. He flipped a few pages ahead.

“Onni is a big scaredy-cat. He got scared by five different things (one was a rat-beast) in five different places on five different errands he was doing on five different days this week. Can you figure out what scared him at each different place, which errand he was running, and on which day of the week it happened from the clues provided?”

Rat-beast? Why on earth was that so familiar, too? Emil flipped another few pages ahead, figuring that the third time would be the charm.

“Lalli is the most best night scout. Last night, he found five different hazards (one was a sjødraug) in five different parts of his route and told five different unit commanders (one was Sigrun) of five different unit types (one was a Cleanser outfit) to take care of them. Can you figure out which commander Lalli told to take care of which hazard, what type of unit they led and where each hazard was from the clues provided?”

Emil’s cousins came running at the unearthly scream, followed swiftly by their parents.

*

The house was just like any of a thousand like it in the city; only the number beside the door told Emil that here was his destination, so here was where he knocked.

It had taken quite some time and efforts on both Emil’s part and that of his Uncle Torbjörn to track down the author of the oh-so-disturbing logic problems, but now, Emil was ready to beard the author in his den, if he ever opened his door. Emil knocked again, more insistently this time, and was rewarded with a hint of motion behind the curtains that protected the author’s privacy.

Emil started knocking again, determined not to stop until the door opened, so he was caught off guard when it did open.

The man filling the doorway almost literally filled the doorway. He was almost as blond as Emil, sporting massive mutton-chop-style sideburns as though he were a ‘70’s throwback. His eyes were barely open, and he didn’t speak, giving Emil the impression that here was some gargantuan forest creature he had woken from its hibernation. Still, Emil managed to ask, though in a far weaker voice than he’d intended, “Are you Mikkel Madsen?”

The eyes finally opened at the sound of Emil’s voice, the heavy lids flinging wide with a fleeting burst of some emotion too swiftly brought under control for Emil to identify it before drooping back to what seemed to be their habitual position at half-mast. He still didn’t say anything.

Eventually, Emil repeated the question, adding, “I’m Emil Västerström.”

Finally, the huge man spoke. “Yes, I know who you are.” After a moment for Emil to get over his astonishment, the massive Mr Madsen continued, “You’d better join the others.”

As he spoke, he stepped back, indicating the way with a jerk of his head. Emil was through the doorway and halfway down the hall before he thought to consider what he was doing. Now that he was this far in, though, the only thing to do was go all the way and hope he hadn’t made a fatal mistake.

The first thing Emil saw when he entered the room was a shock of red hair above a pair of violet eyes that he knew, though he’d never seen them before. “Sigrun,” Emil breathed, and then he saw the others. “Tuuri… LALLI!” And, of course, Reynir was there as well, though his braid wasn’t.

Emil knew that Reynir ought to have a long, thick braid of red hair. Emil knew them all… but how?

“Are you certain that you don’t know already?”

Emil turned to face Mikkel, but when he focused on the older man, his sight suddenly pixellated, as though…

“Yes, Emil. This world is one of Virtual Reality, constructed for our minds to play within it. We were caught, out there in the Silent World, and killed, but our brains were saved and hooked into a giant machine that once enabled a group of other brains to live on after their bodies had died.”

*

Emil Västerström awoke, screaming, as he always did.

The light in his bedroom came on, and Emil saw that there was something lying crumpled on the carpet by his bedroom door. It was a magazine of logic problems…

Spoiler: Authorial Notes • show
This is more based on Pohl’s The Tunnel under the World than the Matrix, but it might serve as a bridge between those, if you will.

...So, yeah, this will be a thing--only for 10 stories, though: 0 - 9.

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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3511 on: December 10, 2017, 09:07:42 PM »
Double-posting to bring you...

Numerology
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Spoiler: 1001 Danish Nights • show
The captain lounged nonchalantly on her sumptuous divan, ostensibly indifferent to the rolling of the ship around her and only occasionally glancing up from her knitting to the massive but securely bound form forced into a supine pose before her. She very much enjoyed the arrogant Dane’s discomfiture, which was increased by the sword lying lightly on his neck, but she did not enjoy it enough to forgo his execution if he failed to deliver the night’s tale.

Eventually, the time came for the captain to break the silence. “So, Madsen,” she almost purred, “what sort of tale do you have for me this evening?”

Mikkel Madsen was not a man who was easily discomfited, and even less likely to show any discomfiture that he felt, so his voice was only slightly roughened when he responded…

*

Reynir ibn Arni ibn Ragnar ibn Arni ibn Reynir had roamed a good portion of the world with his caravans, but now, he was beginning to feel the urge to settle down and perhaps take a wife and start a family. It was in this frame of mind that he met Tuuri in the Golden City of Copenhagen, Queen of the Sea.

Tuuri was everything Reynir wanted in a wife: short, plump, cuddly, bursting with energy and up for any adventure—even the adventure of settling in the barren wastes of Jutland. Tuuri, for her part, let it be known that a young, tall, redheaded master of caravans might have a chance at her hand, if he tried for it.

So they were wed, and they prospered, even though neither was immune. One part of their continued safety and prosperity was that they were great friends with the local garrison, which was led by the illustrious Captain Sigrun and her right-hand viking, Emil the Cleanser. Another part was that they brought out two of Tuuri’s relations to help: her rather cowardly brother Onni and her brave cousin Lalli.

Lalli could afford to be brave, for he was immune, and a cunning scout besides; he helped out the local garrison quite a bit in his spare time. Onni was a coward to the bone, though he was a powerful mage; and rightly so, for he, like Tuuri and Reynir, was not immune.

In those days, a terrible band of cutthroats terrorized the lands all around the area Captain Sigrun held responsibility over; she claimed they never raided her area because they were more afraid of her doughty warriors than any others, which might have been the case. Nevertheless, the feared General Trond and Admiral Olsen came to her garrison to ensure that her warriors weren’t re-enacting the raiding ways their ancestors had lived by.

It was around this time that Reynir took one of his flocks out to a safe pasture—and was nearly caught by the cutthroats. He had barely enough time to hide among the sheep when they seemed to pop out of the very ground itself.

“Shut Trillebor!” Reynir heard a horrid voice snap, but a moment later, a murmur of discontent arose, and the same voice barked out, “Open Trillebor!”

The flat ground rose up into a hill with a cave open on one side like a giant maw. After a few moments of the cutthroats moving in and out, the voice finally rose again to command, “Shut Trillebor!” And the ground was flat again.

Reynir waited among the sheep for a good long time before he rose and went over to where the hill had sprung from the ground. Hesitantly, he called out, “Open Trillebor!”

The hill appeared, and Reynir went into the cave, which held all the loot from the robberies and more, so Reynir knew that he should let the local garrison know about it; but first he told Onni, who saw an opportunity to enrich himself with little risk. Onni ventured forth to the place Reynir had told him the cave would appear, and went inside, but he lingered too long.

The horrible head of the forty-strong band of cutthroats who called themselves the Ghost Thieves, a fiend known only as “Sleipnope”, boldly approached the patch where the cave would appear. “Open Trillebor!”

Onni was horrified to see the cave open without another word from him, and further horrified to see the Ghost Thieves all ready for battle. Before he could get off so much as a single spell, Sleipnope had struck Onni’s head from his shoulders.

“Men!” Sleipnope addressed his band. “We are discovered by these locals! We must disguise ourselves, gain access to their compound, and slaughter them all in the night!”

The cutthroats each climbed into an oil jar, and Sleipnope, now in merchant garb, loaded them into a huge flatbed with a few full oil jars; so it was that they went to the home of Reynir and Tuuri. All might have gone as they desired if only Tuuri hadn’t needed some oil.

Tuuri came to the first oil jar and thrust the ladle into it. “No need for rough stuff, Captain,” the cutthroat within murmured.

Tuuri kept her cool, whispering, “Not yet, but be ready.” She tested every jar thus, before going to get a surprise for them.

So all the ghost thieves were drowned one by one in boiling oil, save for their leader, who was taken by a vengeful Lalli and brought before Captain Sigrun, General Trond, and Admiral Olsen. All the loot was returned to its rightful owners, except a few pieces whose owners could not be found, which were awarded to Reynir and Tuuri.

*

The captain was silent for a long time after Mikkel had finished speaking; but before her hench-beast bearing the sword had quite decided that his mistress willed Mikkel’s death at long last, she finally spoke. “Well done, Madsen. You have earned another night’s reprieve; be sure that tomorrow night’s tale is as good, or face the consequences.” She picked her knitting back up. “Away with him.”

Mikkel’s bound form was lifted in strong arms and carried back to his cell…

Spoiler: Authorial Notes • show
Oh, I enjoyed this waaaaaaaaaaaay too much.
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3512 on: December 10, 2017, 09:28:07 PM »
Double-posting to bring you...

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Oh, I enjoyed this waaaaaaaaaaaay too much.


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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3513 on: December 11, 2017, 02:37:28 AM »
Never would have thought of that. Funny though!
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3514 on: December 11, 2017, 04:39:23 AM »
I am still bubbling away at the SSSS Alphabet Challenge in the background; I've gotten up to U.  (I'm not likely to get the next 5 stories done by New Year's, but I will at some point.)
Please enjoy 'Ukko's Löyly', a story from Juha & Jukka Hotakainen's childhood.  http://archiveofourown.org/works/12983562
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3515 on: December 11, 2017, 05:00:43 AM »
You all have gotten so far for your Alphabet Soup-stories *glances at her own meager pile* But don't worry I will catch up to you!

Or die trying!

(Haha, I'm not even done with the 100 SSSS-fics challenge *cries quietly in corner*)
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3516 on: December 16, 2017, 12:34:45 PM »
Numerology
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Y3, Month 1, Day 5
0900

It was raining again, and cold. Not freezing, but worse: just barely above freezing, so that the still-liquid rain got through every unprotected seam and leached all your heat away before you knew it. Snow and sleet were colder but easier to keep out; as far as Aksel Eide was concerned, that made them less dangerous by far. Sigrun would disagree, but Sigrun liked disagreeing with Aksel, even on things where they agreed, just to wind him up.

Now, normally, the Rash-begotten things would all be hiding away in a rain like this, but there seemed to be something that kept this pack of used-to-be wolves Aksel and his group were battling up and all too active. Maybe it was that the battle had started before the rain; maybe it was the remnants of the fur keeping the wolf-beasts warmer and drier than the humans battling them; maybe it was just Aksel’s bad luck, like the urge he’d had to bring Berit along today that had wound up with her breaking a leg out here right before the wolf-beasts had jumped them.

Of course, Berit hadn’t let any little broken leg keep her out of the fight. Even hampered as she was, she still had the highest kill count of the five of them, if only because she had the only gun among them; the others were making do with knives, hammers and spears, which generally only allowed them to hold one of their foes in place for Berit to get a kill shot in.

The battle was going rather well until the barn blew up. The grosslings were less startled than their human foes at the chunks of fiery debris raining down among them, but Berit’s bullets still finished them off as efficiently as ever.

The real problem, though, was that the explosion would draw every last grossling for miles around to come see what the fuss was about, which meant the humans needed to hide, since Berit wouldn’t have been able to travel fast enough for them to escape even without her broken leg.

1200

They’d found a tumble-down old farmhouse that looked like it hadn’t been used since Quisling was Prime Minister but still had four walls and a roof, all quite threadbare (to be generous).

The roof, such as it was, had started leaking not long after the five of them had piled into the place, demonstrating why it wasn’t a nest for some industrious troll. On the other hand, the fireplace still worked, and they’d been able to set up various bits and pieces to keep both the wind and the grosslings out.

1500

Ingrid was sobbing uncontrollably; she was only expressing what the others felt but couldn’t let themselves express, lest they collapse as well, so they let her cry on.

The troll must have barely been an infant; there was hardly any weight to its corpse when Aksel flung it from their hiding place.

1800

Sigrun was down for the count, leaving Aksel as the only one of them able to fight the monsters off. Ingrid had sobbed herself unconscious, while Goran and Berit had passed out from the pain of their wounds.

Aksel finished off the troll that had smashed Sigrun against the wall, which was the last of this batch of grosslings. And yet, there were many, many hours to go before dawn.

2100

Goran was awake enough to try to keep Aksel up, but Sigrun was still out cold. They had all moved almost dangerously close to the fire, as the cold had closed in on them more stealthily than any grossling could. Aksel imagined he could see frost forming on the dancing flames.

2400

Aksel jerked awake but didn’t cry out. Ingrid looked back at him solemnly. Neither of them spoke.

The fire was getting low; while Ingrid had obviously put more fuel on it, there was none left within their little shelter, so Aksel would have to get some more, as Ingrid was totally unwilling to leave the others.

Aksel managed to force himself into motion; Sigrun, lying nearby, protested in her sleep, which slightly relieved Aksel’s nagging worries over her condition.

0300

There was nothing left in the farmhouse with which they could feed the fire, unless they started pulling the walls down; they might have tried, but for the fact that it was still raining hard enough to ensure that anything outside would be too damp to burn. Aksel wondered how long they had until morning.

0600

All of them were barely holding back screams of agony from the cold; while Aksel was happy that they weren’t in the numb, sleepy, just-about-to-die stage of hypothermia, he could have done without the pain on top of everything else.

The only good thing about the cold was that any monster that was out and about now would be suffering from it as much as or more than the five humans in here were.

0900

They were going to die from the cold unless something drastic was done, so Aksel did it, though he was almost out of strength.

The rescue party rushed towards the massive column of smoke in their pre-Rash minivan, hoping against hope that they were in time. An old farmhouse was ablaze before them, lighting up the countryside.

The rescuers were relieved to find that they had made it in time, but only because the five they were rescuing were tough enough to last the 24 terrible hours it had taken to find them…

Spoiler: Authorial Notes • show
Shiver. Shiver.

The next tale should be a happier one.

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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3517 on: December 25, 2017, 04:13:53 PM »
Posting my advent calendar fic here for consolidation purposes.  Actually originally written as a warmup, but i couldn't quite make the other fic i wanted to write work, Oh well.
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“Lalli,” Emil grumbled as he pulled his coat on, “I was really looking forward to spending our night off together inside, where it is warm. So if you could at least tell me where we’re going that would be appreciated.”

   “Don’t know the words.” Lalli muttered after puzzling over it for a while.  His Swedish was still somewhat limited, although he had made lots of progress. “Very pretty.  Like you.” he said, drawing a small blush from Emil as Lalli pulled him out of their quarters by the arm.  The day’s snow stretched out before them like an endless blanket, but the sky seemed to have mostly cleared, allowing the full moon to cast an eerie glow across the landscape.  Lalli’s instincts pushed him,  and he took off running across the snow. He clung to Emil’s arm, breaking out into giggles every time they fell into the snow.

   “Here! This is the place,” Lalli said as they came to a hill.  Emil gazed into the sky and saw a flicker of green light as Lalli helped him up.  Lalli crested the hill and sat down as Emil’s eyes widened in amazement at the ghostly green and purple hues swirling  in front of him.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw his companion’s grin as he wrapped an arm around Emil’s shoulder and shoved his collar out of the way to plant a kiss on his cheek.

   “Worth it?” Lalli asked.

   “Absolutely.”
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3518 on: December 26, 2017, 05:54:50 PM »
Were you all aware of 24 days of awesome drawings & stories we had in the Advent Calendar?  If not, you should go check it out.
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3519 on: December 26, 2017, 09:17:38 PM »
Numerology
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Part 4
Complete Links to Complete Links post
Spoiler: 3.1415926535… • show
The chalk scraped across the black slate board with a noise that, while Emil barely heard it, made Lalli wince and bolt upright. This was one of the favorite tricks that the math teacher who was stuck running detention today liked to pull, and Emil hated him for it: the man certainly knew the effect that his scrawling figures on the board always had on Lalli, deliberately inducing it in this long, drawn-out way to ensure that the recalcitrant student actually kept at his studies rather than spending the detention period sleeping, which was why he had detention in the first place.

Students were to use the detention period either to do their homework or, if they had already finished it, to complete whatever extra problems the supervising teacher (“AKA warden,” Emil thought to himself) decided to set them; these were usually though not always drawn from the “warden’s” home subject, and so mathematics and science teacher Mikkel Madsen was writing out a problem for his two detainees to solve.

This time, instead of a carefully worded exercise in logic or algebra, a familiar series of figures took shape on the board, making Emil groan. He hated Geometry. Lalli wasn’t fond of it either, though not for the same reason as Emil. While Emil had a hard time wrapping his mind around the concepts of conic sections and their various dynamics, Lalli simply had a hard time getting the various forms and figures down on paper correctly, his drawings always tending to be too angular and lacking in the smooth curves the teacher desired from them.

Emil groaned again. This was all so useless! Emil’s skills were in language arts, as opposed to math: he’d far rather be working on parables than parabolas, or hyperbole rather than hyperbolas; but here he was, stuck. Emil glanced over at Lalli, wondering what was going through the other boy’s mind. Lalli’s face was an almost impenetrably bland mask so much of the time that most people thought that it was all there was to him; while even Emil found it frustratingly difficult to get behind, every so often the mask just seemed to vanish for a split second and Emil knew exactly what was going through Lalli’s mind in rather shocking detail.

“Mister Västerström.” Mikkel’s blunt tones penetrated Emil’s abstraction. “While Mister Hotakainen is working on the problems on the board, I would like to have a word with you.”

Of course he did, and Emil was quite well aware of why: Mikkel knew Emil had earned detention for this week, but not why, and was dying to find out. Emil would have to be careful, as Mikkel had an almost uncanny way of getting kids to spill secrets they had determined to carry to their graves.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?”

Emil kept quiet. Mikkel couldn’t use force to get Emil to rat, or even the threat of extending the detention: he had to get it out of Emil through trickery.

“I can see that I’ll have to have Sigrun talk to you; perhaps you’ll tell her what you won’t tell me.”

Oh, brother. Emil rolled his eyes while Mikkel’s back was turned. Not this again.

When Mikkel turned back to face Emil, the red-headed, violet-eyed ventriloquist’s dummy known as “Sigrun” was firmly in place on Mikkel’s left arm.

“So,” Mikkel said through the dummy with his execrable ventriloquism, “what’s up, Little Viking? Mikkel here tells me that you’ve been having some problems.”

Whether Mikkel was channeling a separate personality into the dummy or whether he was simply a far better actor than he was a ventriloquist was a matter of much debate among the students, along with a dozen more theories on just what “Sigrun” really was. Certainly “Sigrun” said and did things that Mikkel never could have, nor would have if he could have. It was all very confusing.

Emil stifled a sigh of the ages, hoping Mikkel would give this preposterous charade up soon…

Spoiler: Authorial Notes • show
So, I was doing a re-read, and I came across this, which I hadn’t followed up in any way.

In other news, I’m quite insane.

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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3520 on: December 27, 2017, 06:38:38 AM »
Numerology
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Oh, so I'm not the only one out there who's written Sigrun as a toy. Good to know!
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3521 on: December 29, 2017, 04:55:59 AM »
I bring to you a story about Veeti Hollola, and how his experiences in the early years off the boat have yielded valuable lessons for himself, and for his daughter Taru in turn.
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3522 on: January 01, 2018, 02:42:55 AM »
Monthly Index update has been completed. New feature this month is that I've sorted the Present Day stories by when they take place relative to certain milestones: specifically, Tuuri being bitten and Tuuri's death. I might expand this to other settings in the future, depending on how relevant it is.
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3523 on: January 01, 2018, 12:02:57 PM »
And I'm back! This is the first of a four-chapter short fic.

A story to keep secret: Chapter1
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Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Reply #3524 on: January 02, 2018, 12:57:37 PM »
Here is the story I wrote for wavewright62 as a Secret Santa gift:

The New Hire

In which wavewright's self-insert gets some extra help on her farm in the form of Mikkel.
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