Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Madness reigns]

How do you make all this nice stuff Madness reigns?

Easy!

I get bored, open up GIMP, fiddle with some pretty textures and text, then voila.... Art appears!!!

[Sparky She-Demon]

How much room does GIMP take up on a computer?

[Falcon Horus]

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Sorry!

[JT-2]

Pretty Friday eh?.... Oh, okay

That's gorgeous!!!!

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[Falcon Horus]

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If that's your attempt at bribing me to stick around longer... you had me at sugar.

[Da Barber]

if wier and sheppard got together it would be far to "Babylon 5" Sheppard was basically an O'neil substitute and he always worked better as a single man

[JT-2]

If that's your attempt at bribing me to stick around longer... you had me at sugar.

I know what little lemmings enjoy.

[Scary Kitty]

Pretty Friday eh?.... Oh, okay

That's lovely!

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And there's also

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I know what little lemmings enjoy.

Don't we all?

[JT-2]

And there's also

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Aren't you a big Apple fan?

There's also a search through Yahoo.

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I really like "YouYahoo". That's pretty much the name I give that search engine on the few times I've tried it.

[mandogater]

Here's a preview of the story. Nothing Sparky yet, but it will be. It's primarily setting up characters and situations. But let's see what you feel.

Spoiler:

Persuasion (early chapters)

Elizabeth had buried herself in packing her belongings and clearing out her room. The large bedroom that she had kept ever since her birth seemed more like a studio apartment, but when she found it necessary to escape the antics of her father and her sister, it was a welcome haven for her.

Her father had been foolish with the family's money ever since his wife had passed away. Even the loyal advice of Diana Russell, a constant family friend, did not have any influence on him, and Elizabeth watched as the balance in the bank accounts finally ran to a point that they were hopelessly bankrupt.

And her sister still had the nerve to insist that Elizabeth should've been more frugal.

Elizabeth scoffed to herself in frustration as she pulled the suitcases out from the closet. With Walter Weir having declared bankruptcy, they had no choice but to give up their house and find a smaller place to live. Elizabeth was completely content with the notion.

Her father and sister were not.

At dinner the night before, six people had sat around the table and eaten a meal that they hadn't been able to afford for months while Ann complained that the filet mignon wasn't tender enough. It had been a test of her patience, but thankfully Diana chuckled lightly and reminded Ann that nothing lasts forever.

Elizabeth remained silent, as she usually did during family meals, while Patrick Bryan sat next to her father and discussed terms for coming out of this situation in the best way possible. "If you rent out the house for an amount that will allow you to continue making the mortgage while living in a smaller place, you might be able to keep the house."

The town of Kellynch was quiet and peaceful. Everyone knew everybody, and nobody wanted to leave the town.

But it seemed the quiet opinion of most people that they wanted Walter and Ann gone.

Walter had grunted and swallowed his scotch. "Really? You would have other people live in our house while we're forced to a smaller dwelling and live in squander? You know me too well, Patrick, to know that I would never agree to something like that."

"With the amount that rents are going for nowadays, it wouldn't leave you destitute," said Penny Clay, Patrick's widowed daughter, who sat next to her father. "Especially as charming as your home is, you could get renters to pay a good deal on it."

Elizabeth tried her best to repress a sigh. Ever since Penny had lost her husband in a car accident and moved back to her father's house, she seemed set on getting Walter to notice her. Every statement she made was either a direct compliment to him, which he always took with excessive pride, or an indirect praise on something that belonged to him, which only made his head swell.

So Walter tilted his head to the side and brought up another subject: where to go.

Elizabeth wanted to speak up, voice her opinion for staying in the little town. But Ann wouldn't hear of it.

"If we can't stay in our house, what's the point of staying in Kellynch?" she asked with disdain as she swirled her wine glass. "Let's find someplace in the city. It's so exciting! So much to do, so many people to see."

"All things that require an extraordinary amount of money. Of which you currently are lacking." Diana went back to eating her salad, and Elizabeth marveled at her for a moment. Even though she had just delivered a biting reminder of their sad financial state, her voice carried across the room like honey. Nobody huffed and puffed in shock, or tried to call her down.

Rather, everybody nodded lightly and continued the discussion.

"A cottage in the Hamptons might be more appropriate. At this time of year, you would probably be able to get a good deal on one."

Ann's eyes lit up in something akin to genuine excitement. "Oh, that would be perfect!"

It still costs money, Elizabeth grumbled to herself while she forced herself to swallow her food. Even if we get a renter to pay top dollar for the house, it doesn't mean we'll be living in luxury.

"And Penny, you absolutely must come and stay with us!"

Oh great. Another mouth to feed.

"What about Elizabeth?"

Her ears perked up when she heard Patrick say her name. Thinking and hoping that her opinion might actually be heard, she opened her mouth to reply.

Unfortunately, Ann was too fast.

As usual.

"Oh, Lizzie won't be coming with us."

Well, that was a newsflash.

"I just had a call from Mary this morning. She's sick again and asked if Elizabeth would come and stay with her for a few weeks."

Oh God.

"And nobody would want Elizabeth in the Hamptons anyway. She doesn't know anyone there."

Diana cleared her throat. "I will be there in a few weeks. Perhaps Elizabeth could join me then."

Judging from the silence around the table, no one seemed to care.

Elizabeth didn't expect any different.

So after dinner, she found herself in her room, packing long-term items in one set of bags and short-term in another. She had called Mary's husband, Charlie, who was a much friendlier, down to earth person than his wife. Elizabeth still wondered how they had ever gotten together.

It might have had something to do with the fact that Charlie went after Elizabeth first, but when she displayed no interest, he turned his attention to Mary, who did reciprocate.

He probably had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Mary was a hypochondriac. And that was putting it mildly. She once had persuaded her father to take her to the hospital for a hangnail, insistent that she might catch some infection through it.

So when Ann had said that Mary was sick, that probably translated to "I coughed this morning".

Elizabeth was not at all excited by the prospect. But the rest of the family looked forward to her visit.

Charlie and Mary had settled in the next town over, about fifteen minutes away, a serene place called Uppercross. His parents owned a large house and tract of land, part of which they had given to the newlyweds as a present to start their life together. Mary was not fond of living so close to the Musgroves, especially when Charlie's two younger sisters were always running around and "bragging about their accomplishments".

Which they had every right to. They had done an amazing job of excelling in school and getting accepted to five different universities before they finally both decided to go to Columbia. It was closer to home but gave them the chance to explore city life.

Their mother bragged more than they did. Lorena Musgrove was always beaming with pride about Henrietta and Louisa.

What was she thinking when she named them that? Elizabeth remarked silently with a smile.

Henrietta was a tomboy and opted to go by Harri. Louisa was definitely the lady, but preferred Isa to her given name. Even though an age gap of ten years separated them from Elizabeth, when she had texted them to tell them of her impending arrival in Uppercross, the response was a mixture of smiley face emoticons and gushing words of excitement about seeing their favorite brother's sister-in-law.

Elizabeth typed back that she was the only sister-in-law that Charlie had, then chuckled and deleted the message before she sent it.

I'm very interested to see where you take this, SW.

I get bored, open up GIMP, fiddle with some pretty textures and text, then voila.... Art appears!!!

In that case get bored more often, Madness reigns.

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Falcon!! *Tackle hugs* Where have you been hiding?

[Scary Kitty]

Aren't you a big Apple fan?

Apple doesn't have their own search engine, though.

There's also a search through Yahoo.

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I really like "YouYahoo". That's pretty much the name I give that search engine on the few times I've tried it.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

In that case get bored more often, Madness reigns.

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[Sparky She-Demon]

Puppy eye alert!!!