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home_and_away) wrote2006-12-19 10:15 pm
home_and_away) wrote2006-12-19 10:15 pm
Good Neighbours...
"I think of it this way:
I set out milk for the Good Neighbours of an evening, because it wards off their wrath and courts their favor.
(so said my mam, God rest her.)
Probably all it courts is the neighborhood cats, but they swarm the place, and while they're here, they keep off the rats.
No rats, fewer fleas, less chance of getting some unsavory malady or malfunction.
Man down the pike doesn't set out the milk, doesn't charm the cats, is overrun with vermin, catches plague, and dies?
I get his business.
All from putting out milk for the Wee Folk.
Makes perfect sense.
Nothing Magick to it; just more nature than most look for."
~Jack Monnaghan.
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I want so badly to get to play that character. Jack, the mechanic, with the gruffest, bluffest first-tenor voice in England. All boy except for being quite modest about changing clothes. Jack, with the touch-me-not demeanor and the mildly melancholy eyes. With Mother's miniature in a pocket watch and a twitch everytime someone says "Why you're the very spit of her!"
Because there's a father's business to inherit and uphold.
And no other child to do it...
But Jack.
Unfortunately, the game in which Jack would've been my character doesn't look like it's going to see the light of day this year and maybe not even with a DM who'd let me play Jack to justice. ~shakes head~
~sigh~ Isn't it odd to miss folk who've never quite existed?
I set out milk for the Good Neighbours of an evening, because it wards off their wrath and courts their favor.
(so said my mam, God rest her.)
Probably all it courts is the neighborhood cats, but they swarm the place, and while they're here, they keep off the rats.
No rats, fewer fleas, less chance of getting some unsavory malady or malfunction.
Man down the pike doesn't set out the milk, doesn't charm the cats, is overrun with vermin, catches plague, and dies?
I get his business.
All from putting out milk for the Wee Folk.
Makes perfect sense.
Nothing Magick to it; just more nature than most look for."
~Jack Monnaghan.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I want so badly to get to play that character. Jack, the mechanic, with the gruffest, bluffest first-tenor voice in England. All boy except for being quite modest about changing clothes. Jack, with the touch-me-not demeanor and the mildly melancholy eyes. With Mother's miniature in a pocket watch and a twitch everytime someone says "Why you're the very spit of her!"
Because there's a father's business to inherit and uphold.
And no other child to do it...
But Jack.
Unfortunately, the game in which Jack would've been my character doesn't look like it's going to see the light of day this year and maybe not even with a DM who'd let me play Jack to justice. ~shakes head~
~sigh~ Isn't it odd to miss folk who've never quite existed?
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Jacks of all sorts speak to my soul, they do. Even and especially those who've never quite existed.
re: what's it from
But just because there aren't *rules* for magic doesn't mean the average Victorian/Edwardian-era joe doesn't believe it exists. Especially when that joe (or Jack) is low-middle class English/Irish.
Hence this bit, assuming someone's chided Jack for being superstitious with the dish of milk on the doorstep.
Re: what's it from
I agree! :D
Well. That, and I'm curious what our friend Seamus would work up for it. Jimmy's a grinning, theiving, observant crow of a man, he just hasn't admitted it yet; the characters he plays are wonderfully odd.
Re: I agree! :D
deviant man...