Anonymous asked: For the song otp thing, bicycle race by queen
I see you trying to trip me up and all I have to say is:
I hope this is as weird as you expected it to be. I feel like it fits the tone of the song. Two OTP’s, even though only half of each
pairing is present, and I guess this is more like…the start of plot than just an OTP thing.
“Once upon a time, there was a girl,” the
girl with the long hair murmurs, “and what no one knew was that the King of the
Goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and he had given her certain
powers. Which I thought included a sense of direction, but clearly not,” she adds
with a scowl, her helmet tucked under one arm and her hip propped against the
motorcycle behind her. “Snickers, where
are we?”
The goblin in question peers out of her pack—where
she firmly stuffed him out of sight because wow
she is not explaining that to any cops who happen to pull her over—and stares,
wide-eyed, up at the town in front of them.
It looks…odd. The town, not the
goblin, Snickers looks pretty much how he normally does except slightly less
chocolate-smeared, because it’s been a good six hours since their last stop at
a gas station and his beloved candy bars have since run out. But the town…
Well.
Sarah’s not going to call the Arbys with the glowing lights overhead,
the park in the distance surrounded by a twelve-foot fence topped with barbed
wire (helpfully labeled ‘Dog Park: Do Not Enter, Look At, or Think About’ to
Sarah’s unusually good eyes), or the house apparently under a pillar of divine
light the weirdest thing she’s ever seen.
But she’s maybe considering adding it to the list.
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Anonymous asked: exr stardust au for "Let’s play the game where you give me an AU and I’ll expand on it."
Confession time: Stardust has been on my list to read/watch for a while now, because it sounds like something so far up my alley it’s ridiculous. But, alas, I haven’t gotten around to it. In the event that I do, I might come back to this, but for the time being, I’m sorry.
Anonymous asked: Headcanons for your Claire Temple Ao3 fic? Maybe five random run ins Claire has with superheroes while not on the clock saving their lives. Also, since I know you are a bastard, preferably /funny/ or happy run ins. Try to rein in the pain, agony inc.
Oh God, that’s right, that fic exists. For those of you who are new to the party,
it’s this, and I haven’t updated it in literal months, for which I am formally
sorry. In unrelated news, yes I am a
bastard, and Agony Inc. is my new favorite thing, I will be tagging all
upsetting writing as such.
- There’s actually
tentative plans for this to be a sister-fic, but since it’ll obviously take me
a millennium to write that, here: Superhero Adjunct Drinking Night, facilitated
by Natasha Romanoff (who won’t hear argument that she’s a superhero, and therefore part of the problem) and enabled by Pepper Potts’ gold card. It starts after Natasha comes and gets Claire
to help her fish Clint out of a dumpster, and when Natasha turns up not a week
later Claire’s first response is to grab her first aid kit. Instead, Natasha waves her down, hands her a
jacket, and steers her out of the apartment and drives to a bar—it feels more
like a kidnapping than getting drinks with friends, but Natasha generously pays
for drinks all night, and Claire could stand a few more kidnappings like
this. This proceeds to happen about once
a week for two months, at which point Claire gets a call from an unknown number
on her personal cell, and a polite voice asks, “Would you mind if I accompanied
Natasha to your girls’ night tonight?”
Pepper proves to be a riotously funny drunk, with enough stories about
her time as Tony’s PA to keep them laughing too. The next time Claire treats Jessica for acute
failure to demonstrate the common sense God gave a squirrel (technical terms)
and sees Malcolm silently working up a stress ulcer, she invites him out with
them—he gets juice rather than liquor, but he’s witty and wry and only a little
starstruck, all in all a good addition. Karen
is the next addition, after she spends a full hour shouting at Matt while
Claire stitches him up, and it’s lucky that she doesn’t bring Foggy that first
week, because there’s a deeply
awkward moment where she and Natasha eye each other like feral wolves and greet
each other by strange names. “Vasilisa,”
Natasha says, “I thought you were dead.” Karen bares her teeth politely and replies, “Natalia, I thought you were
a better spy.” Pepper looks up at the ceiling
like she’s praying for strength and orders an entire bottle of vodka, setting
it between the two other redheads like an olive branch. All is calm, after that, although the two are
eerily alike, dark gallows humor flecking their speech. Foggy comes, the next week, then a woman
named Candace who drops into a chair like she belongs there and introduces herself
as ‘an ex of an X-Man’ and snickers at their faces, then a dark-haired
twenty-something in glasses who complains about Asgardians, then a cranky blind
woman who refuses to talk about her roommate….
It snowballs pretty bad, is the point, and it gets to the point where
Pepper is comfortably dropping a grand on drinks. Claire likes it, though, it’s the most normal
thing she’s handled lately.
- Also: she’s not
sure how anyone finds out about Superhero Adjunct Drinking Night, but
apparently it’s sovereign, because
through mysterious happenings there’s never once an attack or other disaster on
the night in question, even though they’re a perfect target for any
enterprising villain in the mood for hostages.
“Mysteries of the life,” Claire says dryly. “Another round of tequila, I think.”
- Claire definitely sees Steve Rogers in her
preferred grocery store. Actually, she
sees him in her preferred grocery store a
lot, so much that she corners him and interrogates him about who made him
follow her. He looks pretty alarmed—for a
six-foot-plus brick house, he does ‘alarmed’ remarkably well—and sheepishly
admits that if he gets groceries anywhere closer to the city center and the
Tower, he gets accosted. Hell’s Kitchen
is a little out of his way, but apparently it’s worth it for a few minutes of peace. Claire huffs, grabs the cheap box of cereal
he’d tossed into his basket, and informs him that if he’s shopping on seventy
years of back pay he can afford to get the name brand stuff that doesn’t taste
like paper. They see each other about every
other week, and Claire works really hard not to laugh at his offended tirade
about bananas.
- Claire’s pretty much
over the shock of having someone knock on her bedroom window, which is
inaccessible by human means and on the fourth floor besides, but she’s used to
having it happen at night, not three in the afternoon. But she opens it, lets the person—people—through
and starts working up to a lecture about how she gives them a phone number for
a reason before she realizes that it’s just Peter, sitting on her floor, apparently
uninjured and dressed in civvies and dripping dismally onto the carpet from the
downpour. “You could’ve been seen,” she
says automatically, and he slants a look up at her through the floppy locks of
wet hair falling into his face—it’s pouring, and has been for hours, so it’s
unlikely anyone was exactly paying enough attention to see a kid crawl down a
building. “Mind if I hang out here for a
couple hours?” he asks, and when she doesn’t answer immediately he flicks his
hair out of his face, looking uncomfortable, and adds, “Um, it’s the
anniversary of my uncle’s death and my aunt’s not home and I…didn’t really want
to stay there alone.” Claire sighs and
throws a towel at his face, and walks out into her kitchen, calling back to
grab some dry clothes out of her closet before he gets her couch wet. She’s no great shakes in the kitchen, but she
can make tea, so she does, the chamomile blend Abuela gives her in vast
quantities as a remedy for stress. Peter
sits on her couch in sweats that are about four sizes too big—most of her spare
clothes are for people who aren’t nineteen—and
drinks the tea in silence and watches a Harry Potter marathon on TV while
Claire lays out her first aid kit and sorts through it on the floor. When she joins him on the couch, he leans his
head onto her shoulder and falls asleep, face twisted into a frown and his hair
drying into cowlicks. She sighs, the
deep, from-the-soles-of-her-feet, why-does-this-happen-to-me sigh she perfected
after the second time Matt called her, and shifts them so that Peter’s head is
in her lap and her hand is in his hair.
It eases the frown, so maybe it’s okay that this specific thing is
happening to her.
- This is how Claire
Temple meets Frank Castle, AKA the Punisher, AKA a dead guy: she gets a
date. She goes on the date. She brings the date back to her place. She finds a tall and menacing guy standing
outside the door of her apartment building, dressed in a long coat and a
shoulder holster and a black eye under his military buzz cut. He stops her date with a look like steel and
offers Claire a file without a word, and she takes it, because that’s what her
life is turning into these days. The
file is either a threat (unlikely, because Buzz Cut Man is armed and hasn’t
directly threatened her yet) or something that someone thinks will help her
(more likely, because Buzz Cut Man is glaring at her date like he’s pissed him
off personally rather than standing there and looking pale and scared), so she
opens it because either way, it is what it is.
It turns out that the file is a terrifyingly
complete background check on her date, all the way back to grade school and
annotated by three people, and includes his marriage certificate, with a
post-it note in Karen’s tidy handwriting that says ‘no divorce in the works.’ Claire sighs—the guy seemed like a pretty bad
lay anyway, too narcissistic—and closes the file. “You,” she tells her date, “go home to your
wife and ask for a fucking divorce if you’re going to sleep around anyway. You,” she tells Buzz Cut Man, “can come
inside and I’ll give you some ice to put on that eye. And tell Karen and Natasha that I can vet my
own dates.” He mutters something, and stands
to attention when she arches an eyebrow at him.
“You can tell them,” he
repeats, and she snorts.
- And a sneak peek of
the next chapter, if I ever have time to write the damn thing: Claire has a lot
of friends in the medical field, and even though she hasn’t spoken much to this
particular friend since undergrad, the Organic Chemistry bond is real, so when
her friend calls, Claire answers. Her
friend helps run a women’s health clinic that offers abortions and has been
facing increasingly aggressive harassment, not to mention their financial
problems, and she’s been calling around looking for anyone, anyone at all, who’s
willing to help protect the women trying to get into the clinic. Claire’s response is “Well, I’ll see what I
can do, and I’ll come up on my next day off.”
And then she calls Jessica, because Jessica knows everyone, and
explains, and Jessica’s whole response is “Leave it to me.” So when Claire goes up to help out on her
next day off, she’s more than a little surprised to find Captain America, Luke
Cage, and Colossus all standing in front of the doors and looking solemn. Not nearly as surprised as her old friend,
though, who’s talking to Natasha and Kitty and a blonde woman—is that Trish Walker, Claire wonders, making a
mental note to invite her to the Drinking Nights—and looks about a second from
fainting.
- “Claire, who the
fuck are these people?” her friend hisses when the protesters start turning up
and Steve, Forties charm in full swing, offers his arm to the first girl he
sees, shooting a venomous look over her head at the closest sign-bearing man.
- “Uh,” Claire
says blankly as she catches a familiar pair of figures on a nearby roof—one horned,
one sleek and bright red and blue. “My…friends?”
skymurdock asked: Star Wars/Star Trek? pls imagine Han and Jim having the weirdest friendly rivalry ever bc Han maintains the Millennium Falcon is the Best Ship and Jim maintains the Enterprise should have that honor.
I
just got out of Beyond last night and I am DRUNK on the Star Trek thing right
now. LET’S GO. I did a little more with the crews than the ships but like. Yeah.
- The thing about
exploring space is that it’s big, but
not infinite. So sooner or later the final frontier pushes
right up to the raggedy edge of a galaxy far far away. Specifically, a ramshackle ship at the outermost
edge of Republic space. (They’re on a
sort of ‘remember the good old days when the three of us plus Chewie and a
couple droids were on the fucking run’ sort of trip. Han doesn’t know why he’s doing this but
sure, Leia, for old time’s sake, something like that, and Luke just looked at
him and blinked and somehow the farmboy eyes still work on him after all this
time.) The Enterprise sees it on its radar and…well, to be completely honest,
Spock takes one look at the readings and announces that there appears to be a
ship in distress. They go investigate—the
Enterprise makes the Falcon look like a slightly haphazard
guppy beside a sleek and shining whale, a sheer wall of matte white kissed with
space dust. (Inside the Falcon, everyone has a completely
independent moment of holyfuckingkriff we’re
going to war again before the polite text hail comes through and the ship
translates the message.)
- Okay so…it turns out
that Republic Standard and Federation Basic have basically nothing to do with
each other, and the universal translators aren’t in the mood to translate an
entirely foreign language. The crew of
the Falcon and the Enterprise away team spend a good long while
cycling through every language they know (and with Uhura with them, that number
is prodigious) before they figure out
that there seems to be at least a degree of commonality between Bocce and Ferengi,
and between an archaic Vulcan dialect that even Spock barely knows and an
equally dated Naboo dialect that Leia knows a few scraps of and C-3PO knows a
few more scraps of (Padmé believed in knowing her planet’s history). They cobble together a pidgin that at least
lets them introduce themselves while half the engineering team scrambles to
clap together a translator. (It takes
two hours and Scotty is bursting with
pride over the thing, which turns Basic into Standard and back again with no trouble
at all.)
- First contact with a
foreign Republic: pretty much par for the course for the Enterprise, and hey, they have a Senator of said Republic right there, so for Kirk and his crew
this is going great. They have a war
hero, a general in the military, and a political figure on hand, in addition to
a droid loaded with a massive amount of history and a soldier. The Falcon’s
crew is pretty much exactly the diplomatic cadre most planets send out to meet
the Federation, so it doesn’t even occur to them that they’ve pretty much caught
the Falcon with their pants down. The Falcon
isn’t a diplomatic vessel on the best of days, and even if it was, the Republic
hasn’t made a business of making first contact with anyone in quite a long time.
So when a clutch of various aliens—including humans, who aren’t so alien after all, and ain’t that a kick in the
head, as Han says—in brightly colored uniforms introduces themselves as members
of Star Fleet, representatives of something called the United Federation of
Planets…that’s new. Leia pushes Han out
of the way with an elbow, and shuts Luke up with a glance, and does her best to
look Senatorly and In Control.
- By the end of a few
hours’ meeting, there’s a tentative alliance drawn up and a friendship in place
between Leia and Jim, who, Bones and Han agree, have bonded over being reckless
idealists too stubbornly brave for their own health. Spock interrogates Luke at length about the
Force—fascinating, he pronounces at
once—and is disappointed to find out that the Jedi have largely been wiped out
will all their information. (Luke, on
the other hand, is a little dazed from the rapid-fire queries and thinks that,
if all Vulcans are so emotionless, it’s probably for the best that the Jedi
never met them, because can you imagine
if that was the Jedi standard for emotional control. Also, Luke is smarter than your average
bantha, thanks, and knows a telepath when he sees one, so he makes a mental
note to look into testing the Vulcans for Force-sensitivity, if he can figure
out how the hell to do it.) Uhura corners
3PO and commands him to start teaching her Republic Standard. She makes terrifying
progress, and also learns enough Shyriiwook to understand Chewbacca’s careful
and kind farewell (C-3PO is in love, he’s
never met someone so brilliant in his entire existence, he almost follows her
home like a lost puppy).
- Regarding the ships: Jim
is very polite about the Falcon
because there’s just no point in being rude about other people’s ships when yours
is so evidently the best in the
universe—honestly, if Han tried to insult his ship, Jim’s response would be a
blank expression and “Are you blind? We
can have Bones look at that.” Han
grumbles a bit, but he’s not an idiot, and the Falcon is a damn good ship, he mutters, even if she’s not
flashy. (It should be noted that, here, ‘not
flashy’ means ‘occasionally unwilling to hit hyperspeed without some serious
antics,’ which is kind of the equivalent of saying, about a car, that ‘not
flashy’ means ‘hope you don’t want a second gear that works all the time.’) So the two captains get along pretty well,
because if there’s anyone that Han Don’t-Tell-Me-The-Odds Solo is going to
click with, it’s Jim Rules-What-Rules Kirk.
Scotty, on the other hand, is
apoplectic the first time he hears Han compare the Falcon to the Enterprise. That bucket of bolts! Falling apart at the seams! Compared to his lady! The Falcon
is unworthy to pass through her ion wake!
Chekov sees the Chief of Engineering puff up and Jim shoots him a look,
and Chekov claps a hand over Scotty’s mouth, towing him out of the room with
Sulu. Han’s back is turned and the nod
Luke gives, to say nothing of the hidden smirk, suggests that he won’t be
telling, so Jim has avoided, once more, starting a diplomatic incident because
of Scotty’s determination to defend the Enterprise’s
honor. This is a fairly regular occurrence,
and a large part of the reason that Scotty is on probation from diplomatic
missions.
- Bonus sixth headcanon: Jim is the most fucking Force-sensitive. They find this out because Luke, still
half-trained and a bit prone to error, brushes a brief mental probe across his
mind and gets thrown out with all the violence of hitting warp three from a
dead halt. Luke asks where his mental
shields came from and Jim gives him a blank look and Luke has a moment of horrible
revelation: he’s not only going to have to scrounge up some teaching ability,
he’s going to have to comb an entire
Federation for Force-sensitives.
When the nav officer—Chekov—sees the look of appalled shock on his face
and politely offers brandy, with the additional remark that the Captain can have that effect, Luke takes him up on it.
A 5 Headcanons request from @littlestartopaz. “Okay, let’s see…. New Star Trek world, where old Kirk came
through with old Spock.”
Oh
my God I love it, it would be a mess, we’re gonna do double headcanons for it,
I love these guys. We’re gonna need a
read-more on this sucker, and I swear to God that this is only ten headcanons, but it got so out of hand.
- Through methods
unknown but probably involving the Nexus, ex-Admiral James T. Kirk got snatched
off the bridge of the Enterprise just
before the collapse that would have killed him, and between one blink and
another he’s on a sleek silver-and-white ship with an elderly Vulcan at the
controls, bursting out of…what, a black hole?
Maybe he’s dead after all, because what
the fuck.
- “Who the hell
are you?” Kirk blurts before he can think it through, and the Vulcan spins
around like…well, like a human,
startled and alarmed.
- “Jim?” the Vulcan demands after a long
pause, and that look of unsuccessfully repressed shock is familiar.
- “Spock?” Kirk half-shouts. And then they’re being sucked into a giant tentacled
ship and it’s suddenly very hard to figure out what’s going on, what with the
swarms of Romulans and everything.
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Anonymous asked: Omg your avatar Les mis headcannons are soooo good! Completely made my day go from shit to semi tolerable!❤
Aw, I’m so glad, nonny! I love that universe, it’s so fun, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it too!
Anonymous asked: oooh I'd love to hear some headcanons about your avatar au!!
HOW COINCIDENTAL, BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT MY AVATAR AU. For anyone who isn’t aware, these are for my Les Mis Avatar AU, things we lost in the fire, in which Grantaire is the Avatar and the Fire Nation is…well, the Fire Nation.
- Joly and Bousset’s departure from the North Pole was, um…dramatic? There was a bit of a storm, which ended with a non-bender getting part of an ice structure dropped on him, and of course Joly is Joly and he healed him without thinking twice. Having been outed as a man learning healing in secret, he was given the option to turn his (not inconsiderable) talents to a more acceptable method or leave. He took the second option after Bousset settled down to a really good tirade and spent an hour haranguing the elders.
- Gavroche had a group of kids in this universe too, for a little while, street rats he took care of and taught to steal and tried to get set up with enough money to be well-fed and not street rats anymore. Eponine and her brutal efficiency helped with that, once she found him again–they robbed a passing Fire Nation noble and took every scrap of gold and jewelry on him, and there was a sudden increase in the average age of the homeless in their town. They make a habit of it, and keep it under Thenardier’s radar. For a while.
- Cosette’s ship is called the Rose, and no, I’m not telling you who she is, it’s a surprise. But her ship is called the Rose, and if you know the book well enough to get the reference it’ll tell you something about what kind of ship it is.
- There have been three Avatars since the start of the war, since Avatar Roku died at the hands of the old Fire Lord (not that Grantaire is aware of this detail).
- Roku’s immediate successor was a young monk from the Southern Air Temple, a birdlike and intelligent boy with a tight bond to his companion, a flying bison. He was told that he was the Avatar at eleven, and when the elders of the Temple suggested that they remove him from the care of his mentor, he fled into a storm.
- In another universe, the Avatar state saved him, and he woke up a hundred years in the future. In this one, he drowned. It’s a tragedy, one the Air Nomads linger over, but they survive to linger. In the other universe, they do not.
- The Avatar after the child who drowned was a waterbender from the South Pole. They didn’t tell her nearly so young–they had learned from the death of the Air Nomad Avatar. But they didn’t tell her nearly young enough, either, and when the Fire Navy struck, she died, sixteen and scared and fighting for her family.
- In another universe, she brought back the Air Nomads. In this one, it’s not necessary. That’s almost like a victory, isn’t it?
- Grantaire hasn’t spoken to any of his past lives in almost a decade, except for the occasional desperate draw on their power and skill. It’s bad enough to be a disappointment to an entire world of living people, okay, he doesn’t need to face down Roku and Kyoshi and the line of glowing eyes.
- Every once in a while he wishes he could talk to them, get some advice, maybe a reassurance that he hasn’t completely fucked up, but he can’t face the possibility that they would say he has.
- The Spirit World is a tense place these days, Avatar incarnations milling about and waiting for their newest member to let them through. Roku is drowning in the knowledge that he died and left this mess behind, and there are more than a few Avatars (including the Air Nomad) who just want to give Grantaire a damn hug.
- Bonus sixth headcanon: Bahorel is a very bad Air Nomad and a very good airbender. It’s the pacifism thing that he can’t get past, he believes in fighting for what he believes. You may draw your conclusions accordingly.
skymurdock asked: Hamilton and Jedi padawan!Laurens in the middle of the Space Revolutionary War and afterwards, possibly SCREAMING AT JEFFERSON in the middle of a Senate session.
Okay so during the Space Revolutionary War, here’s a few things that DEFINITELY happen.
- First of all, Hamilton and Laurens and Lafayette and Mulligan are all involved about a year and a half earlier than they were in actual-facts history, which only matters because PINING. So Laurens spends about a year Dealing with Hamilton, not least because he’s the only person who ever has any success managing him (after the third time Washington finds Hamilton passed out at a table after two days of work, he officially adds Hamilton Wrangling to Laurens’ list of padawan duties). And this is made difficult because Hamilton is of the opinion that vows of non-attachment are stupid and also Laurens has a bad habit of Attaching all over the place, so he Suffers.
- Riiiiight up until about the eight month mark at which point Laurens is exhausted from whatever they’ve been up to and reels right over until his face is buried in the curve of Hamilton’s neck and his lanky body is pressed up against Hamilton’s smaller form. He mumbles something about ‘just so tired of not getting to do this’ and that…is pretty much that. Hamilton is so smug every Jedi in the quadrant can practically taste it. They’re not great at being subtle, but, like, there’s no evidence and they’re not bad at being subtle either, so really just Lafayette really KNOWS, and Laurens feels. So. Guilty. But Hamilton is like gravity, and the guilt always somehow takes a backseat when the feral Force user kisses him.
- There’s a space battle on the edge of the Schuylkill Asteroid Belt, some two years into the war, while they’re hidden on Valley Forge. Alexander Hamilton is shot down and lost in the belt, according to the comm Lee sends them. Laurens can’t find him in the Force, can’t feel him anywhere, and, while Laurens isn’t particularly strong with the Force (not like Alex, he thinks wildly, not like Alex who drags his own personal hurricane wherever he goes), the pulse of pain that rips out from him is so intense it leaves the other Jedi and Force-sensitives in Washington’s inner military family gasping.
- “General Washington, sir,” Hamilton pants as he all but onto the bridge of Washington’s ship, charred in places and his escape pod literally falling apart in the landing bay. There’s a long pause, and he looks around, bemused, at the shocked faces around him. “Uh, did I miss something?”
- That night, Laurens pushes Hamilton down onto his bunk and curls up around him, until his senses are flooded with nothing but him, and the only thing he can sense in the Force is the hurricane, set to the beat of Alex’s heart.
- Listening to the frantic Force signature of his student wind down into something exhausted, Washington very quietly gets in contact with a woman by the name of Martha and casually suggests that she look into coming to visit Valley Forge now that he’s in so much trouble with the Council anyway.
(to tune of Non-Stop) AFTER the War, they went back to the Continental systems. (Doesn’t really scan, does it.)
- So Hamilton’s not married to Eliza in this AU because the Schuyler Sisters are still kicking ALL the ass (WORK), he and Laurens have been a thing for a while now (and Laurens is getting past some of his issues on GWash’s example), and the Jedi Council, let’s be real, is pretty much not okay with any of the Space Revolutionary War. Not least because Best Jedi Ever George Washington has been happily married for like TEN YEARS NOW and they’re all feeling kind of humiliated. So the Council fractures right down the middle, and on the one side you have the Traditionalists and on the other side you have…I dunno, Reform Jedi? Reform Jedi, we’re calling them that. And the Reform Jedi decide to integrate themselves into the new government of the Continental systems, which have renamed themselves the American systems (because I do what I want), aaaand that’s where TJeffs comes in. Ex-ambassador to Coruscant from Washington’s home planet.
- Jefferson’s Force-sensitive, but not enough to be trained as a Jedi (and yes, he’s bitter), so he meets Hamilton and then things unravel from there. Their FIRST MEETING involves the debate of “is each planet going to be financially sovereign or not”, and Hamilton’s very logical response is “obviously not, because YOUR planet might be all temperate climates and arable land, but, say, the planet containing our current capital is NOT, each planet needs to be able to depend on each other.” And Jefferson, Force bless him, opens his counter-argument with something to the effect of “are we going to take recommendations on how to financially manage a unification of systems from a feral Force user from the ass end of the galaxy, what possible use could he be.”
- Laurens is literally an entire system away, mopping up some of the last of the mess, and he still feels Hamilton lose his temper.
