i’m usually pretty good about finding the fic i’m looking for with google, but i’m totally failing at it rn, so if anyone knows this one, lemme know. I REMEMBER A LOT OF IT I THINK, and it was on FF.net if I remember right… hoping the author didn’t take it down :(
Crouch End North London 13th October 2013 by loose_grip_99 Via Flickr: British Railways Standard 4-6-2 70013 Oliver Cromwell running on the Gospel Oak to Barking line prepares to enter the short tunnel under the abandoned ex-Great Northern Edgware, Highgate & London Railway branch (now known as the Parkland Walk) from Seven Sisters Road (now Finsbury Park) just to the east of here.
We were ex-Southall shed destination Barnetby via Harringay & the East Coast main line. The junction for the single line spur up to Harringay can just be seen under the bridge in the distance.
This was an engine and support coach positioning run for 70013 to be ready for the next day’s Cheshireman railtour from Cleethorpes to Chester.
The phrases shouldn’t be running into one long
indecipherable chunk of sound.
Seijūrō blinked a few times, holding back what would have been a very rude
sigh, and rededicated himself to listening to his advisor.
“…as you know, the London branch has lost stock value
Kōki had suggested a few weeks ago that they take the
upcoming trip to London together. Seijūrō finding out exactly what was going
wrong there shouldn’t take too much time; it was a small branch anyway and he
would scarcely be a few million yen worse off if he closed the branch
altogether. Maybe London was a step too far anyway.
Tokyo wasn’t usually her city, but Grell found that the change of scenery was nice, even if she did prefer working in London. But it wasn’t a permanent switch, just a little vacation, soon enough she would be back in London at her own branch, and would be able to tell everyone there about the sights in this city. And if she was lucky maybe she would catch a sight of Sebastian in this new place. Although Grell knew that was just wishful thinking. She hadn’t seen the demon in over a hundred years now, and likely never would again.
She crouched on the rooftop, watching the traffic pass by. It was just about time now, time for another human life to come to an end.
Out on the street, a car swerved, out of control as it skipped around a corner too quickly, slamming into another car. Yes, that was what she was waiting for. Standing, Grell nimbly jumped down from the building and headed towards the car, bringing her chainsaw into her hand as she did so.
Technicolor London is getting a new title! Why do you ask? For legal reasons lol.
The company Technicolor had their lawyer contact me with a valid Copyright Infringement. My comic’s name was conflicting with Technicolor’s London branch because my comic is the top search.
I never in a million years thought something like that could happen lol! It’s kinda crazy so see how far its gone thanks to all your support these years though!
Eitherway, they were nice enough to give me time to sort this out, and figure out how to re-brand my comic without using the word Technicolor. It’s been a crazy few days but I’m pleased with this new direction. The old title will always have a special place in my heart. I came up with it back in 2009, and started posting it online in 2010. And it’s better it happened sooner rather than later when a Kickstarter is in the works next year.
So on to the new title and what it means. Hazy London.
After trying to find words that stick to rainbows and colors while still trying to capture something as catchy as the old title. It was hard XD. Nothing worked that well and after a bit of brainstorming, I thought maybe it was time to look back at whats done and whats gonna happen in the future of this comic. Instead of being tied down to the rainbow motif, why not try to find something in the middle. And in the end, Hazy had the right look and feeling. It’s along the lines of where I want this this comic to go tone wise gradually.
It’s gonna take time to get used to it, learning to hashtag this comic as such, saying the name over and over. Not just for you guys, but for me. And surprisingly, i’m not too devastated. Just a bit sad but somber. But also tired cause I had to draw new banners and ads these past few days lol! It could have been worse but a title change isn’t so bad. It’s still the same comic, and it’s still continuing with no issues!
So life lesson 1 if you guys ever start comics, try googling your title and see what comes up. So you too can avoid any legal infringement! I didn’t have the luxury back in the day cause of dial up internet and simply not knowing they existed in highschool and never looking into further XDD!
I hope you all have a great day! I’ll see you guys with new pages starting on the 22nd. <3
Dear Dave When I asked you if you wanted me to say anything here tonight You said ‘Only three words, one of them testicular’ So I’ll pass that on Here I am at surely the most eclectic of all the London branches of Bowie Anonymous All the nicest possible freaks are here We’re in the Victoria and Albert Museum preparing to rifle through your drawers It’s truly an amazing thing This was my favourite playground as a child Medieval armour : my fantasy space wear And, alongside, when I was 12 – and a square sort of kid in a Round Pond sort of childhood, not far from here – I carried a copy of Aladdin Sane around with me – a full 2 years before i had the wherewithal to play it The image of that gingery boney pinky whitey person on the cover with the liquid mercury collar bone was – for one particular young moonage daydreamer – the image of planetary kin, of a close imaginary cousin and companion of choice It’s taken me a long time to admit, even to myself, let alone you, that it was the vision and not yet the sound that hooked me up – but if i can’t confess that here and now, then when and where? We all have our own roots And routes To this room Some of us – the enviable – found the fellowship early in the funfests of Billy’s Bowie Nights or equivalent lodges from San Francisco to Aukland to Heidelberg and all points in between For others, it was a more lonesome affair, paced out in a sort of private morse code like following bread crumbs through a forest I’m not saying that if you hadn’t pitched up I would have worn a pie crust collar and pearls like some of those I went to school with I’m not saying that if you hadn’t weighed in, Princess Julia would have been less inventive with the pink blusher Simply that, you provided the sideways like us with such rare and out-there company Such fellowship You pulled us in and left your arm dangling over our necks And kept us warm – as you have for – isn’t it ? – centuries now You were You are One of us And you have remained the reliable mortal in amongst all the immortal shapes you have thrown Nothing more certain than changes Always with a weather eye out Always awake and clocking the fallout Those Mayans must have known something when they set their calendar down before January 2013 Because, of course, now all bets are off I know, because you told me, how tickled you were to knock Elvis – for once! – out of the headlines on your shared birthday this year There’s so much for all of us to be happy about since then Yet, I think the thing I’m loving the most about the last few weeks is how clear it now is – how undeniable – that the freak becomes the great unifier The alien is the best company after all For so many more than the few They wanted a Bowie fan to speak tonight. They could have thrown a paper napkin and hit a hundred. I’m the lucky one, standing up to speak for all my fellow freaks anxious to win the pub quiz and claim their number one most super-fan tshirt I want to give thanks to the Victoria and Albert Museum for indulging us so For laying on our dream show For showing us – look at their advance ticket sales – that , as is written along the bottom of this months Q magazine, ‘why we all live in David’s world now’ To Gucci and Sennheiser for putting up the cash, laying on the sound and vision To Geoffrey and Victoria for curating an entire universe so beautifully, on behalf of us all When I think of what it used to feel like once To be a freak who liked you To feel like a freak like you - a freak who even looked a little like you And then I think of the countless people of every size and feather who are going to walk through this trace of your journey here and pick up the breadcrumbs in the great hub of this mothership over these Spring and Summer months.. And how familiar and stamped you are into ALL of our our collective DNA I’m just plain proud So Where are we now? Well I know you aren’t here tonight, but Somehow, no matter We are - And you brought us out of the wainscotting like so many Freaky old bastards Like so many fan boys and girls Like so many loners and pretty things and dandies and dudes and dukes and duckies and testicular types And pulled us together Together By you Dave Jones Our not so absent, not so invisible, friend Every alien’s favourite cousin Certainly mine We have a nice life Yours aye Tilly
-Tilda Swinton’s inaugural speech at “David Bowie Is” exhibition at London’s Victoria and Albert Museum
Lately, there had been people popping up with super-powers. Now, this was not a huge deal in itself, folks had been doing that for awhile. Not a huge deal, except one thing: these ones were not mutants. Not X-gene mutants, anyway. They were something different. Something new. The same effect, but from a different cause, one yet to be determined.
Naturally, the Hellfire Club was curious—and opportunistic. Mutants were resources to them, things to be controlled and used to gain power. They were looking at these…new occurrences…in the same way. This was why Shinobi was in the UK right now; his agents determined one such ‘occurence’ was there, and he wanted to snap her up before London branch of Hellfire Club (or anyone else for that matter) did. Having had someone secretly tail her for the last two weeks had been helpful in finding out where she’d be most of the time in terms of public places…and helpful in Shinobi placing himself right there by what would be, to her, coincidence.