Helloooooo, ladies and gentlemen! *skids to a halt in the middle of the stage, panting*
I apologize for posting tonight's update a bit tardily. I was at a party which was supposed to have internet which I could use for posting. The whole internet, however, had been boxed up and sealed, and it had become property of one Mssr Schrodinger, who refused to inform me conclusively of the manner in which I could open said box, or whether I could open it at all.
....*ahem*. I never claimed to do well with cats. MOVING ON.
It's been a while since I've seen many of you, though not so long for some (*waves to the lovely girls from Otakon*), and this is for several reasons all of which have to do with fabric and an excess thereof. From henceforward, however, I will be taking over the role of posting for most of the next two months, or at least until Ysabet gets bored and shoves me bodily off the pulpit. Not only do I want to pick up the slack that she's so gamely carried while I've been traveling for work, but I also like talking to you guys, being more than the shadow writer behind the scenes. *cue scary music*
*Happy Birthday starts playing*
....*Nightengale looks at the CD player* ....Huh?
*CD player plays Happy Birthday more insistently*
*Nightengale blinks* OH! Right. Happy Birthday, Linda. This year, we celebrate you becoming old (again). ♥
Back to the story.
*CD player switches to Angels and Airwaves, Shove, which makes excellent background music for this chapter*
Tonight we've got a lot of Kid, even while he's not onscreen; the guy's good for that. We've got lovely costumes and a bit of friendly idolatry, and even a lovely, romantic kiss goodnight. The beginnings of true love? Perhaps.
So on we go, and please, leave your comments after the fic. We are so very grateful for all the lovely comments we've gotten so far in the last few chapters, and we really hope you guys keep talking to us just as eagerly as you have been. We're getting so many good ideas for the story and for omakes!
I've talked too long. Here, without further authorial preamble, is your weekly dose of Three Thieves.
Book Four, Chapter Four: "contest, fanboys, dance"
by
ysabet and
nightengale
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The Twelfth Annual Tokyo Mystery Writers' Conference was taking place at the Tokyo Big Sight, of course, the enormous convention center opened in 1996 (coincidentally by Suzuki Sonoko's great-uncle the former governor of Tokyo, casually referred to by her as 'Shu-ojisama, really, he's just a big softy'.) The grand opening ball itself was being held in a glass-ceilinged and quite enormous convention room atop the Conference Tower, eight stories up. While the convention was large enough to take up a respectable amount of space in the center, it wasn't nearly large enough to take up the entire thing; and therefore the fact that the event was sharing the center with no less than seven other conventions including the Bi-Annual International Welding Show, the Japanese Regional Baptist/Methodist/Lutheran Ministry and the International Security and Spyware Extravaganza.
Got to make sure I check THAT one out, Shinichi thought to himself, intrigued, as they passed the main convention schedule flatscreen. With company..........
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Keep reading at our Livejournal community, HERE.
I apologize for posting tonight's update a bit tardily. I was at a party which was supposed to have internet which I could use for posting. The whole internet, however, had been boxed up and sealed, and it had become property of one Mssr Schrodinger, who refused to inform me conclusively of the manner in which I could open said box, or whether I could open it at all.
....*ahem*. I never claimed to do well with cats. MOVING ON.
It's been a while since I've seen many of you, though not so long for some (*waves to the lovely girls from Otakon*), and this is for several reasons all of which have to do with fabric and an excess thereof. From henceforward, however, I will be taking over the role of posting for most of the next two months, or at least until Ysabet gets bored and shoves me bodily off the pulpit. Not only do I want to pick up the slack that she's so gamely carried while I've been traveling for work, but I also like talking to you guys, being more than the shadow writer behind the scenes. *cue scary music*
*Happy Birthday starts playing*
....*Nightengale looks at the CD player* ....Huh?
*CD player plays Happy Birthday more insistently*
*Nightengale blinks* OH! Right. Happy Birthday, Linda. This year, we celebrate you becoming old (again). ♥
Back to the story.
*CD player switches to Angels and Airwaves, Shove, which makes excellent background music for this chapter*
Tonight we've got a lot of Kid, even while he's not onscreen; the guy's good for that. We've got lovely costumes and a bit of friendly idolatry, and even a lovely, romantic kiss goodnight. The beginnings of true love? Perhaps.
So on we go, and please, leave your comments after the fic. We are so very grateful for all the lovely comments we've gotten so far in the last few chapters, and we really hope you guys keep talking to us just as eagerly as you have been. We're getting so many good ideas for the story and for omakes!
I've talked too long. Here, without further authorial preamble, is your weekly dose of Three Thieves.
Book Four, Chapter Four: "contest, fanboys, dance"
by
*
The Twelfth Annual Tokyo Mystery Writers' Conference was taking place at the Tokyo Big Sight, of course, the enormous convention center opened in 1996 (coincidentally by Suzuki Sonoko's great-uncle the former governor of Tokyo, casually referred to by her as 'Shu-ojisama, really, he's just a big softy'.) The grand opening ball itself was being held in a glass-ceilinged and quite enormous convention room atop the Conference Tower, eight stories up. While the convention was large enough to take up a respectable amount of space in the center, it wasn't nearly large enough to take up the entire thing; and therefore the fact that the event was sharing the center with no less than seven other conventions including the Bi-Annual International Welding Show, the Japanese Regional Baptist/Methodist/Lutheran Ministry and the International Security and Spyware Extravaganza.
Got to make sure I check THAT one out, Shinichi thought to himself, intrigued, as they passed the main convention schedule flatscreen. With company..........
* * *
Keep reading at our Livejournal community, HERE.