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WiP Amnesty: “Three Newt Limit” (Omeletteverse)

Eighteen thousand words and I gotta admit I’ve just petered out on this one. Mostly just self-indulgent infodump, but it does end sort of okay-ish, if a bit in the middle of the action? Whatever. Here it is!


WIP Amnesty Week: untitled Pacific Rim/Torchwood crossover

This is basically the flip-side piece to “Newt Inherits a Bar”, except while that was the Charlie Day character crossover ‘verse, this is the Burn Gorman character crossover ‘verse.

The actual Torchwood content of this ended up being pretty low, which makes this an excellent study in “if you lose the pacing, you lose the fic”.


WIP Amnesty Week: “Night Out”

The lost installment from my Pacific Rim series, “Frankenstein and the Newt”.

This was basically just a PWP: an anniversary outing for the titular characters that was going to degenerate into kinky porn. I got sidetracked for two reasons. The first is that I wrote most of it while I was actually in Hong Kong. One of the things that’s noticeable about a lot of Pacific Rim fic is that people have, er, obviously never actually been to the city. Weather aside, I really like Hong Kong, so tried to put a bit of that in here.

The second part is I have this nervous tic that gets triggered by people trying to write “fancy restaurant” scenes in fanfic. You know the ones where the waiters are “snooty” and the food is “small” and someone always feels out-of-place for wearing jeans and not knowing what fork to use. Well, as a Pretentious Wanker who routinely eats in Actual Fancy Restaurants I can categorically say they–with some, mostly US-east-coast *cough cough*, exceptions–aren’t like that. (There is a certain class of mid-range restaurant that is, but ironically one of the reasons they aren’t in the Michelin class is that they’re assholish and unwelcoming. In an actual Michelin restaurant, where you’re paying $500+ for a meal, the staff are always unfailingly polite. Also, the food is “small” because you’re supposed to have eight courses of it. Just… while we’re on the subject.)

Anyway. I kind of petered out on this fic when I came back home, so… here it is, in all its unfinished glory.