matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (flight into egypt)
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Ooh... Would have to be "Winter Knight" by Nox Arcana. Gothic reworkings of classic Christmas carols, as well as a few original pieces. Their version of "Carol of the Bells" is hair-raisingly beautiful, and "Veni, Veni, Emmanuel" sounds exactly like it was performed by a choir of monks in a Gothic cathedral, even though it was recorded in a home studio by two guys!
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (It's a Wonderful Life)
Finished my work week today, now I get to relax and curl up with a good book or some RP taggage. My Christmas shopping is done, all I have to do now is wrap the packages and decorate our Christmas tree: we'll be putting the lights on it tonight, then I'll decorate it throughout the day tomorrow. I've also told myself, I am changing into my Christmas PJs (this lovely set of snowflake print silver-on-grey flannels that I found at Target: they look almost like something a certain albino energy vampire might wear) and not getting dressed till Christmas morning. And if I do get dressed, I may not go out except for a walk down the street to look at people's Christmas lights.

Speaking of which: my dad has reported seeing the most outrageous blinky lights display imaginable, when he took a detour to visit his friend "Hal" (not his real name) on the way home from work the other night. It apparently has every kind of blinking light imaginable, up to and including a red and a green spotlight blinking at a wreath on the side of the house, and said wreath has -- yep! -- blinking lights on it. Says Dad, "They musta done that on purpose to piss off the neighbors." Says me, "Seizure inducing levels of blinkage?" Says Dad, "Almost. Oh my gawd, you gotta see it t'believe it."

More crazy: We've been getting dustings of snow every day this week. The resident snow-haters at work have been calling it "rain". Funny-looking rain, if you ask me. Never seen white rain that stuck to the ground before.
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (flight into egypt)
Just finished taking down the angel tree -- rather a depressing task and I think that was part of the reason I was so draggy (along with the wretched sinus meds I took, gugh). These lines always come to mind after Christmas, when I'm taking down the decorations:

Christmas Oratio

Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,
Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes --
Some have got broken -- and carrying them up to the attic.
The holly and the mistletoe must be taken down and burnt,
And the children got ready for school. There are enough
Left-overs to do, warmed-up, for the rest of the week --
Not that we have much appetite, having drunk such a lot,
Stayed up so late, attempted -- quite unsuccessfully --
To love all of our relatives, and in general
Grossly overestimated our powers. Once again
As in previous years we have seen the actual Vision and failed
To do more than entertain it as an agreeable
Possibility, once again we have sent Him away,
Begging though to remain His disobedient servant,
The promising child who cannot keep His word for long.
The Christmas Feast is already a fading memory,
And already the mind begins to be vaguely aware
Of an unpleasant whiff of apprehension at the thought
Of Lent and Good Friday which cannot, after all, now
Be very far off. But, for the time being, here we all are,
Back in the moderate Aristotelian city
Of darning and the Eight-Fifteen, where Euclid's geometry
And Newton's mechanics would account for our experience,
And the kitchen table exists because I scrub it.
It seems to have shrunk during the holidays. The streets
Are much narrower than we remembered; we had forgotten
The office was as depressing as this. To those who have seen
The Child, however dimly, however incredulously,
The Time Being is, in a sense, the most trying time of all.
For the innocent children who whispered so excitedly
Outside the locked door where they knew the presents to be
Grew up when it opened. Now, recollecting that moment
We can repress the joy, but the guilt remains conscious;
Remembering the stable where for once in our lives
Everything became a You and nothing was an It.
And craving the sensation but ignoring the cause,
We look round for something, no matter what, to inhibit
Our self-reflection, and the obvious thing for that purpose
Would be some great suffering. So, once we have met the Son,
We are tempted ever after to pray to the Father;
"Lead us into temptation and evil for our sake."
They will come, all right, don't worry; probably in a form
That we do not expect, and certainly with a force
More dreadful than we can imagine. In the meantime
There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,
Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem
From insignificance. The happy morning is over,
The night of agony still to come; the time is noon:
When the Spirit must practice his scales of rejoicing
Without even a hostile audience, and the Soul endure
A silence that is neither for nor against her faith
That God's Will will be done, That, in spite of her prayers,
God will cheat no one, not even the world of its triumph.

-- W. H. Auden
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (flight into egypt)
Whether you celebrate it as the Christian feast of the Presentation of the Child Jesus in the Temple and the Purification of the Blessed Virgin, or you celebrate it as the Pagan festival of Imbolc, I hope you all have a blessed one!

I went a little mad putting up battery candles in our dining room, which boggled my dad a bit. And then began the annual funny argument over whether or not Punxsutawny Phil is right or not. I did a little research and come to find out that there appears to be a Scottish tradition involving hedgehogs seeing their shadows on February 2nd.

A little bit sad tonight as the Christmas season is now officially over, the way we celebrate it, so tomorrow the Christmas decorations have to start coming down. No reason I can't take my time doing it, though. :: Winks::

Still very much open to requests/suggestions for the 12 Fanfic Roses I've promised for Valentine's Day and I will be taking suggestions up to and through February 14th.
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Had the day off today, plus my check for January showed up in the mail, so I went out to deposit that pronto and take care of the phone/Internet bill.

And I ended up in the dollar store, doing some Valentine's Day shopping -- Note to self: Get a *real* Valentine's Day icon instead of that cynical anti-Valentine's Day icon that is no longer really necessary. I have to admit, it does get irritating when the holiday is reduced to cuddly couple's day, but I've decided not to let this get to me any more. Anyway... besides getting some stuff for my folks and a few others, I treated myself to some new bath stuff, and I have to confess to being particularly goofy for bath stuff (bath salts, bubble bath, bath gel, etc) as long as it's either scented in: rose, lavender, pomegranate or (inexplicably) cherry blossom. It's about the only girly thing I really concede to, and in this case, I picked up a bottle of cherry blossom bath gel and some moisturizing rose petals, since I'd been looking for these like mad lately.

And on returning home, I took down the morbidly dry mini-tree in my room, replacing it with some red and white lights for Valentine's Day.
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (It's a Wonderful Life)
...And another goes up in it's place. We've started phasing out the big Christmas tree by putting up a smaller tree, this time one of those wire-frame trees with multi-colored lights which usually show up in people's yards. In this case, we've bent up the ends of the branches so that I can hang my mom's huuuge collection of angel ornaments on them. It may not glow quite as brightly as the big tree, but it's a good way to ease away from it. The tree will come down on Candlemas (Feb. 2nd), but for now, I'm in the process of putting it up, which could take a while since we've got a choir's worth of angel ornaments.
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (Muraki and Tsuzuki)
For me, this fic has been like the big mysterious-looking box that's been tucked under the tree all this time, the one you can't wait to open. I've been poking at it for some time and I'm glad to unveil it.

And with this one, I conclude the first 12 Days of Fanfic. I hope you enjoyed the fics and I'm looking forward to doing this again next year (and be better organized about it). Who knows? I might do something similar for Valentine's Day, if I can find a comm that's offering a similar challenge...

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

Energy vampires and death gods in a snowstorm,
An Evangelion snowball fight,
Midnight Mass in the Trinity Blood-verse,
Doctor Hobby wracking Joe's brain,
One Meifu Christmas office party,
A drunken Evangelion New Year's party,
Redpills stealing a Christmas tree,
Harry Dresden for the holidays,
Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One Christmas spirit in the American Gods 'verse,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"Baby, It's Cold Outside"

by "Matrix Refugee"

Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness, it’s characters, concepts and other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Hiroko Tokita, Manga Entertainment, Viz Media, Hakusensha, Central Park Media, et al.

Author's Note: The idea for this fic came to me on the morning of December 4th -- the not-so-good doctor's birthday, no less -- when I put the radio on as I was getting dressed and the Dean Martin version of "Baby, It's Cold Outside" came on. I laughed to myself and said, "Has anyone done a male/male version of this song?" So of course I got the delightful -- and shuddery -- image of Muraki putting the moves on Tsuzuki, trying to keep him someplace where it's nice and warm, one blustery winter night...

WARNING: Contains definite slash (Muraki/Tsuzuki), nothing graphic or anything like that, but it's pretty obvious what's going on here...

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The end of December always seemed to bring a rush of work for the Ministry of Hades )
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (YnM - Muraki Oriya and Ukyou)
The first of the two Yami no Matsuei fics I promised for the last day of Christmas. And proof that I can write a gen/het fic set in the YnM universe: a Christmas romance for a usually devious fellow and his basically normal ladyfriend.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

Energy vampires and death gods in a snowstorm,
An Evangelion snowball fight,
Midnight Mass in the Trinity Blood-verse,
Doctor Hobby wracking Joe's brain,
One Meifu Christmas office party,
A drunken Evangelion New Year's party,
Redpills stealing a Christmas tree,
Harry Dresden for the holidays,
Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One Christmas spirit in the American Gods 'verse,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"White Out"

by "Matrix Refugee"

Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness, it’s characters, concepts and other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Hiroko Tokita, Manga Entertainment, Viz Media, Hakusensha, Central Park Media, et al.

Author's Note: This fic grew out of a rather absurd comment I made; in describing something as difficult, I said something was "as easy as finding a Hollywood albino dressed in white in a blizzard". Of course that made me think of a certain anime Evil Albino/White-Haired Pretty Boy, and who would or wouldn't want to find him in a blizzard. There is one who wouldn't want to lose him in those weather conditions and this fic features her...

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Walking back to Ukyou's apartment after Christmas dinner with her parents... )
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What's winter and Christmas without a snowball fight? I've been itching to write this fic ever since I picked up the [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100 table and discovered one of the prompts is "snow". Granted, I had to Handwave why it's snowing in the Evangelion-verse, but it works.

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

An Evangelion snowball fight,
Midnight Mass in the Trinity Blood-verse,
Doctor Hobby wracking Joe's brain,
One Meifu Christmas office party,
A drunken Evangelion New Year's party,
Redpills stealing a Christmas tree,
Harry Dresden for the holidays,
Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One Christmas spirit in the American Gods 'verse,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"Post-Apocalyptic Snowball Fight"

by "Matrix Refugee"

Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, it's characters, concepts or other indicia, which are the property of Hideaki Anno, Project Eva-Gainax/khara, et al.

Author's Note: Just a fun bit that I wrote for Neon Enoch Evangelion, more of a winter fic than a Christmas one, but Christmas is partly about family and being together and I thought I'd show the post-Instrumentality survivors just being a family for a change. There's a lot of angsty post-End of Evangelion fics (rightly so, considering what happened), so I thought I'd give these folks a reason to take a break from the angst.

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Fuyutsuki awoke to a silvery half-light that he dimly recognized. )
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (Crusnik)
I have to admit, I've only started scratching the surface of the Trinity Blood universe since I've only really seen the anime; now that I'm reading the light novels, I felt daunted in deciding to write a fanfiction set in this universe. But I didn't let that keep me from venturing into a world I've come to love and admire (It's like something you might get if you crossed Walter M. Miller's classic novel "A Canticle for Leibowitz", which features Catholic monks in a post-apocalyptic world trying to rebuild civilization, with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Really!). I just followed my heart and listened to what the characters had to say...

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On the Tenth Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

Midnight Mass in the Trinity Blood-verse,
Doctor Hobby wracking Joe's brain,
One Meifu Christmas office party,
A drunken Evangelion New Year's party,
Redpills stealing a Christmas tree,
Harry Dresden for the holidays,
Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One Christmas spirit in the American Gods 'verse,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"Star of Wonder"

by "Matrix Refugee"

Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood, it's characters, concepts or other indicia, which belong to the late Sunao Yoshida, Thores Shibamoto, Kentaro Yasui, Tomohiro Hirata, Gonzo, FUNimation, et al.

Author's Note: Set sometime between Episode 19 and 20 of the anime. This is possibly a bit of an extended universe fic: my Grigori characters from a series of Evangelion fics I've been writing decided they wanted to visit the Trinity Blood universe. Mild hints of Abel/Esther. Also, I cross-bred some of the universe mechanics of the light novels into this (not enough to change continuity, though).

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Midnight Mass in the Vatican, the great nave of St. Peter's Nuova Basilica was thronged with people )
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (Hey_Joe)
As promised earlier this evening, for [livejournal.com profile] crowdog66, who asked for "Professor Hobby and Joe (any way you can put those two together is fine by me, and no, it doesn't have to be in a "One Degree of Separation" sense!)". I'm nowhere worthy of even trying to mimic your masterful fic, but I hope this offering is just as good in its own way.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

Doctor Hobby wracking Joe's brain,
One Meifu Christmas office party,
A drunken Evangelion New Year's party,
Redpills stealing a Christmas tree,
Harry Dresden for the holidays,
Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One Christmas spirit in the American Gods 'verse,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"Joe as Foster-Father"

by "Matrix Refugee"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own “A.I., Artificial Intelligence”, its characters, settings, concepts or other indicia, which are the property of the late, great Stanley Kubrick, of DreamWorks SKG, Steven Spielberg, Warner Brothers, Amblin Entertainment, et al, based on characters and concepts created by Brian Aldiss.

Author's Note: Set after Joe's capture and David's descent into the ocean. Okay, it's not specifically a Christmas fic, but it has to do with fatherhood, and I've always pointed out that Joe is, in a sense, the foster-father to David, much like another Joseph so long ago. Hence the title....

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The sunlight glinted on the thin coating of ice )
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (Tsuzuki in the snow)
At long last, the first of (possibly) several YnM fics I have planned for the 12 days: this based on a prompt from [livejournal.com profile] veleda_k who requested "Hisoka and Tatsumi at the office Christmas party. (Can be either gen or Hisoka/Tatsumi.)" It's mostly gen but maaaybe there's something hidden behind Tatsumi's blue eyes...

This one turned out a lot better than I feared it would, and I made it up to Watari for Putting Him on a Bus in the Twhinelite crossover: I think I finally got his voice down pat, and the same goes for Terazuma, who's a tough guy to write in all senses of the phrase (mentally casting his voice with Adrian Pasdar's "cigarettes and whiskey" gruffness helped; yes, I map the dialogue by imagining the VAs from the anime, or fantasy-casting the ones who didn't get cast.).

On the Eighth Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

One Meifu Christmas office party,
A drunken Evangelion New Year's party,
Redpills stealing a Christmas tree,
Harry Dresden for the holidays,
Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One Christmas spirit in the American Gods 'verse,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"Not Quite the Life of the Office Christmas Party"

by "Matrix Refugee"

Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness, it’s characters, concepts and other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Hiroko Tokita, Manga Entertainment, Viz Media, Hakusensha, et al.

Author's Note: I had a heck of a time getting into this story, but once I did, I snowballed through it. Then I got slightly stuck while typing it. And mind you, I love this fic (well, I love all my stories) and the characters in it, but for some reason, my hands kept failing me as I worked on it: I suspect part of me wanted to keep it to myself...

And also this fic proves I actually *can* write one for this universe which doesn't feature any insidious energy vampires.

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EDITED: Three times to fix broken code, more broken code, and a forgotten Lj-cut >.<

Parties of any kind were never Hisoka's thing, even when the crowd included even those nearest and dearest to him... )
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (Ho_Ho_Ho_Flood)
It felt great to revisit the Matrix Online-verse and peek in on Sieges, the Merovingian Paladin and her brother Merrill and their "family dog" Morraeon, and it was even more fun to imagine Christmas in the Mega-City...

On the Sixth Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

Redpills stealing a Christmas tree,
Harry Dresden for the holidays,
Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One American Gods fic,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"Stealing Christmas"

by "Matrix Refugee"

Disclaimer: I don't own the "Matrix" series, its characters, concepts or other indicia, which belong to the Wachowski Brothers, Paul Chadwick, Warner Brothers, Village Roadshow Pictures, Joel Silver Productions, Burlyman Entertainment, Monolith, Sony Online Entertainment, etc.

Author's Note: This was a Christmas fic I'd wanted to write for some time, but there was never any place, even in my MxO storylines, to fit it in.

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An ordinary morning in Sieges's construct office on board the Quinotaur... )
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (Hey_Joe)
Requested by [livejournal.com profile] nightofcydonia, I've been itching to write a fic featuring Hal McGeever's take on David units...

On the Fourth Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

Frank Sweitz adopting a David unit,
One Chateau Christmas party,
One American Gods fic,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"The First Gift of Christmas"

by "Matrix Refugee"


DISCLAIMER: I do not own “A.I., Artificial Intelligence”, its characters, settings, concepts or other indicia, which are the property of the late, great Stanley Kubrick, of DreamWorks SKG, Steven Spielberg, Warner Brothers, Amblin Entertainment, et al, based on characters and concepts created by Brian Aldiss. I also don't own Nat the fixer, who belongs to [livejournal.com profile] nightofcydonia

AUTHOR'S NOTE: In a lot of ways, this is based on O. Henry's classic "The Gift of the Magi", with a dash of Richard Paul Evans's "The Christmas Box" tossed in for good measure. It's a bit less fluffy than my previous "A.I." effort, but that kind of comes as no surprise given that the story is told from Hal McGeever's largely unsentimental viewpoint of his very sentimental partner Frank "The Heroic Reporter" Sweitz.

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Christmas night and I'm sitting at the bar in Here Kitty Kitty, nursing a beer... )
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (Merovingian)
It's been a while since I wrote anything set in the DegSep universe, but it's still one that's dear to my heart, so when [livejournal.com profile] crowdog66 requested something from this alternate version of the Matrix 'verse, involving Neo and the Merovingian, I was at one in the same time fumbling for an idea and yet delighted for the chance to write about the One and the Red King of the Exiles. Then I was listening to Transsiberian Orchestra's song "Find Our Way Home", and this one came to mind...

On the Third Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

One Chateau Christmas party,
One American Gods fic,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

"Desires of Christmas Past and Present"

by "Matrix Refugee"

Author's Note: Before I started playing the Matrix Online MMORPG, I was deeply involved in a fan-created Matrix RPG based on the "Degrees of Separation" series of Neo/Smith fics written by the incomparable Laure E. Smith. This series set off an intricate and quirky series of storylines bringing a wide range of epic fantastical elements and complex relationship geometries. This fic is set six months after the end of the Descent into Hell arc, in which the Merovingian was captured by demonic programs and hauled into the Matrix's equivalent of the Recycle Bin, from which he was rescued by a team of operatives, led by Neo and Smith, which included Blaise de Merovee, the Merovingian's almost grown half-human son and heir. Text in brackets [Like this] imply a mind to mind conversation.

Disclaimer: I don't own the "Matrix" series, its characters, concepts or other indicia, which belong to the Wachowski Brothers, Paul Chadwick, Warner Brothers, Village Roadshow Pictures, Joel Silver Productions, Burlyman Entertainment, Monolith, Sony Online Entertainment, etc.

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Neo attended the Christmas party at the Chateau as a courtesy to the Merovingian... )
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I've also been imagining a strange frame-story for this series, featuring cross-fandom auditions for the finale... Not sure if I'll add that, though it's very tempting.

On the Second Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

One American Gods fic,
and An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"After Christmas Sale"

by "Matrix Refugee

Disclaimer: I don't own American Gods, which belongs to the incomparable Neil Gaiman, and to HarperTorch Fiction. I don't own the gods, either: they own themselves.

Author's Note: I had to bend the mythos (heh...) just a bit: this happens somewhere around the beginning of "Part Two: My Ainsel" in the book, but it plays fast and loose with Wednesday and Shadow's trip toward Wisconsin. In keeping with [livejournal.com profile] nightofcydonia's prompt for " American Gods, 'the spirit of Christmas, literally'", I'd tried writing a story involving a put-upon department store Santa, but then the spirit of Christmas took on a completely different form and refused to allow the story to go the way I wanted, so I realized I had to do what Neil himself said he had to do when he was writing Delirium in the Sandman Comics, and that was to sit back and listen to her rant a bit...

En route to Wisconsin, Wednesday had them take a detour... )
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Requested by [livejournal.com profile] ladyneferankh who wanted "one for A.I. Artificial Intelligence, something involving Christmas cheer, Teddy, David and Joe."

On the First Day of Christmas, the Matrix Refugee fanficced for ye:

An A.I. fic with David decorating his first Christmas tree.

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"David's First Christmas"

by "Matrix Refugee"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own “A.I., Artificial Intelligence”, its characters, settings, concepts or other indicia, which are the property of the late, great Stanley Kubrick, of DreamWorks SKG, Steven Spielberg, Warner Brothers, Amblin Entertainment, et al, based on characters and concepts created by Brian Aldiss

Author's Note: Very much an AU. David has clearly been rescued from his watery grave in Coney Island and has been returned to his family. Cute Christmas fluff and WAFF aplenty (though not without it's oddness: I seem to write WAFF tempered with darker elements). Also set features the trio who appear in more than a few of my Cecie Martin fics.

A week before December 25th... )
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Just the three of us: Mass this noon at St. Mary's in Newton, Christmas dinner, opening presents; we have a tradition in our family where, in the manner of the 12 Days of Christmas, we open one package a day until Epiphany or "Little Christmas" on January 6th. On the first day of Christmas, I've so far received:

-- A tee shirt with a collage of pictures of several Popes, past and present (from my mom) and

-- . . . A Hello Kitty ladle to go with the Hello Kitty spatula which my dad gave to my mom. I am not making this up!

And within a few minutes, I should be posting the first of the much-anticipated and promised 12 Days of Fanfic...
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (flight into egypt)
Partly an addendum to my last post... Just been watching the televised version of Midnight Mass at the Vatican. At least for the recessional, they stepped up security: four men in suits, one of them the commander of the Swiss Guard, surrounded His Holiness, keeping eagle eyes on the crowd. Now, if they'd just done this to begin with...

This has inspired two things in me: the first and more serious (and more obvious) is to pray for the healing of that disturbed (and disturbing) woman. The second ties into one of the 12 Days of Fanfic ideas I'm tossing around: I'd decided to write a plotless sketch set in the Trinity Blood universe, centering around midnight Mass at the Vatican, with some mild Esther/Abel sweetness (mostly just friends, though I have a feeling the Church in the TB-verse may have relaxed the rule of celibacy in the clergy and the religious since the human population was partly wiped out). Now I'm holding a tracer bullet on a plot-bunny inspired by this evening's real-world incident; my concern though, would this fic be a little too close for comfort for some people, and would it come off like one of those wonkily-written "X disaster happens in the Y universe" fanfics that pop up every time there's some catastrophe, with X being the disaster/tragedy of the moment and Y representing the fanficer's pet fandom. Granted, my first publicly posted fanfic *ever* was a Matrix fic that I wrote during the aftermath of 9/11, when I was still trying to get my head around what was going on (the fic isn't my best effort, but one has to start somewhere...), I still hold some mental reservations about this kind of story: Does it take advantage or capitalize on a tragedy or a catastrophe? Or am I just overthinking things (as usual)?

Sidetrack: I've also confirmed my hunch that the creator of Trinity Blood, the late Sunao Yoshida, attended a Catholic high school; I'd suspected he was either raised Catholic or gone to a Catholic school, given how much he gets right about Catholicism (alongside how much he got sideways, not necessarily wrong. "Wrong" implies ignorance or coloring the facts or just plain ignoring the facts. For the last, see also "Dan Browned" on TVTropes.org). I've come to so much of an appreciation of the TB-verse that while re-watching the anime, I said under my breath, "If you're going to write about fictitious Vatican assassins -- and I swear, if you believed Hollywood and novelists of that bend, then the Vatican has more covert ops agents than the CIA, the KGB and MI6 combined -- this is the way to do it."

Also, there was a passage in His Holiness's sermon which made the Matrix fan side of me perk up its ears (yes, it still exists, even if the Matrix series doesn't quite hold the center of my fannish fixations right now). He spoke of "sleepers awakening from a dream world" and of course that made me think people awakening from the Matrix. I'm waiting for the translated text of the sermon to turn up on the Vatican's official website so I can share the exact words; I tried to find it elsewhere and I hit a couple of pages that made my anti-virus software go into defense mode. :: Growls::

And yes, I am up this late because I am waiting for someone rattling around the living room to Go To Bed so I can take my turn at being the Christmas Angel...
matrixrefugee: the word 'refugee' in electric green with a background of green matrix code (flight into egypt)
The Christmas craziness at work is behind me, and I've just finished putting up our beloved clunky-looking decorations (finally found the boxes they've been tucked away in all year...). I'm following Santa via the NORAD Santa site -- he's currently over the Sandwich Islands, in the south Atlantic. I just have to finish putting the "weird-looking things" on the Christmas tree, ie. the Keepsake ornaments and other little widgets and gadgets, and put up the Nativity scene on the mantel.

A Must Read: "The Vampire's Christmas" by the incomparable Michelle Belanger: http://sethanikeem.livejournal.com/267680.html It's by turns touching and spooky and blackly funny.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Peace on earth, good will toward men and women and children... and vampires, and AIs, and mythic entities, and shinigami...

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