What a difference a dimensional barrier makes. Welcome to the commentary for the ninth chapter. Please read the chapter before continuing.
The bit where Nasty wriggles her toes in the rug does indeed come from Die Hard. John McClane was given the advice on the flight to LA. He then spent the rest of the movie barefoot. It did cross my mind to have Nasty spend the rest of the story the same way, but then she said no. Forcefully. The advice does work; it works the foot muscles, easing them after a long day. Even works after car-, bus-, and train trips.
The last dance Eric mentions is one of the lost issues of Subject 13, and, by that, I mean I've lost the story somewhere in a computer failure and cannot find it again. The issue had Eric and Nasty at a school semi-formal - Nasty's first, with her in a long green dress - that was interrupted by one of the other Subjects, leading to a brutal fight. Nasty won, but barely. Last woman standing. I may try recreating the issue if/when I return to Subject 13. The other fights are mostly detailed in the existing issues.
Those of you who suspected that the condoms were a Chekhov's gun*, congrats on being savvy about storytelling techniques. Nasty still has issues, mostly coming from her mother. She isn't quite comfortable with her sexuality yet. A detail I should have added in the bathroom is the lack of steam. Nasty wasn't in the right frame of mind to notice, though. Maria is sympathetic, but she is disappointed that her daughter still hasn't had sex.
The decision to follow up with Natasha was a spur of the moment idea. With NaNoWriMo, there are two types of writers, planners and pantsers. Planners get all the details nailed down, including outlines, before November 1st hits. Pantsers write by the seat of their pants, with no clue of what is supposed to happen next and going by instinct. Naturally, there are few people who are purely one or the other. I prefer to know who the characters are, the start point, and the desired ending when participating, but I remain flexible. I've outlined once, with By the Numbers, but even there, I wound up improvising when events started ignoring the script. Characters will go where they want, plot and author needs be damned. I attribute this to experience as a games master. You get good at improv when a team of shadowrunners decide to create a Godzilla flash mob at The Rubber Suit to extract a scientist instead of just breaking into corporate facilities**.
Tomorrow, Crossover Chapter 10.
Also tomorrow, over at Psycho Drive-In, wrapping up the History of Adaptations.
Saturday, over at Seventh Sanctum, comparing the Fifties to now.
Also Saturday, check out Comics Bulletin for comics-related reposts of Lost in Translation.
* "One must not put a loaded rifle on the stage if no one is thinking of firing it." The term means any prop that gets attention drawn to it. If the prop is described, it must get used at some point. Not to be confused with Chekhov's phaser.
** Shadowrunning as Dadaism. Security's confusion was genuine. I had no idea what the players were doing, so how could the security guards?
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