Post Race Parade: The Aftermath

Busy weekend is through being busy, and I’m sorta back to normal.  I actually spent part of the day cooking yesterday, hung out with some of the people from my team, and came home to relax and watched Whip It, because what else is a roller girl gonna watch?

Oh, and I started Chapter Sixteen–

Please try to contain yourselves.

I know, it’s not a lot:  almost two hundred and fifty words, but I was tired and cranky and I really felt like going to sleep at nine-thirty last night.  And I wanted to get this started so I could at least say the end of Act One is one its way.  And as you can see, once though this scene it’s on to the dance and probably on to the bonfire and garden–and off to bed–as has happened in the last two novels.

Really, it’s a good way to end the first third of the book.

And speaking of ends it’s time to patch up Kerry and move on with the story.  So let’s do that:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Pavlina tugged on her husband’s arm. “Come along, my sweetness, and let Annie say her goodbyes.” She glanced at her daughter. “We’ll be down in the Dining Hall waiting for you, honey.”

Annie waited until she was certain they were completely alone before she leaned over and kissed Kerry. “And that’s my congratulation.”

“Is that for winning?” Kerry couldn’t keep the smile from his face.

“It’s for all the racing, but I know how hard you fought for that win.” She touched his right shoulder, running her fingers over the racing uniform he still wore. “I’m certain you had a few reasons that you wanted to win so badly.”

“Like having a certain famous Cernunnos coven racer in attendance today?”

“That would be one reason.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know you’ve impressed him.”

“And that is a good thing.” Kerry stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds. “I’m glad this is all over: at least nothing else is going to happen to me today.”

Annie lightly rubbed Kerry’s cheek. “Don’t say that: we haven’t gotten to the dance yet—”

 

Now you know:  Annie’s mom calls Annie’s father “My sweetness”, which is just a short jump to “My love”.  Like mother, like daughter, right?  And when Annie lets Kerry know they haven’t gotten to the dance yet when he says nothing else will happen to him, is she just talking about dancing?  Hum?

Anyway, time to leave, Annie!

 

“And you’re never going to get there if you don’t get the hell out and let me make your soul mate all better.” Coraline stood about a half a meter behind Annie tapping her foot. “You should go join your parents for dinner.”

Annie slowly turned to face the school’s doctor. “How long is he going to be out?”

“About forty-five minutes, that’s all.”

After Annie hurried out of the bay Coraline was finally able to give her patient some attention. “It’s nice you have a fan base, but sometimes they get in the way.”

Kerry did his best to shrug your shoulders while laying down. “Sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to be.” She winked at him. “I’m just messing with you.” Coraline held up the vial in her right hand. “You know how this works, right?”

“Sure do: drink it, wait a minute, go into rigor mortis for about ten seconds, fall asleep.”

“Spoken like a true expert.” Coraline help raise Kerry’s head so he could drink the mixture: once he was finished she set him down. “Okay, rest up. I see you in a bit.” She closed the privacy curtain so Kerry wouldn’t be disturbed.

Kerry lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling, feeling the mixture course through his body as he relaxed. The day started out rough and had become difficult throughout the afternoon, but now that he was lying here, waiting for his medication to take effect, he finally felt a bit of peace starting to—

His jaw clamped shut as his body grew rigid. Kerry didn’t try to fight the feeling: he allowed it to grip him as he knew it would and quickly. In a few seconds it was and he went limp for a few seconds, feeling completely relaxed, before slipping into unconsciousness…

 

Kerry’s finally on the mend and it won’t be long before he can go and get ready for the dance.

Though maybe something else will happen to him first…

Post Race Parade: Race Control Realities

Well, yesterday is a part of history, at least for me.  Attended Harrisburg Pride Fest and worked our HARD booth, helping the set it up and speak with people about how wonderful it is to get out on skates and knock the hell out of people.  While we didn’t get a drag queen show up during our shift to take a photo with all of us, we did have a good crowd. We also learned that by 4 PM–two hours before Pride Fest ended–we given out all two hundred and fifty of our coupons for next Sunday’s bout.

Needless to say, it was a pretty successful day.  It was also a beautiful day, albeit a bit windy in the morning.  That doesn’t mean we weren’t happy:

 

 

After getting my pedicure and coming home and finishing a movie, I went out for a drive because, basically, I was bored.  After having such a great day I wanted to talk to someone about it, but there was no one around.  Social the hazards of being alone.  Maybe this time next year that will be the case.

Now, we know someone who isn’t alone–in fact, he has quite the crowd in his hospital bay.  In some of those people have instructions they like him to hear.  Let’s find out what those instructions are, shall we?

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Vicky’s tone softened slightly as she placed her hands on the bed’s baseboard. “I want you to understand, Kerry, that even though you were provoked to take the actions you did today, it was still necessary to penalize you—”

He nodded. “I understand. I did something wrong and you can’t show favoritism to me by saying I was completely faultless.” He gave a slight shrug. “I’m fine with what happened; I won’t contest the penalties.”

Holoč stepped forward. “None of us thought you would. Whenever you’ve received a penalty in the past you’ve never argued the point.”

“We also recognize that your actions on the course today isn’t something you’ve done before.” Erywin squeezed in over Vicky’s right shoulder. “We know we won’t have trouble with you in future.”

“That’s for sure.” A slight smile formed on Kerry face. “Then again, I hope I never have to go through that sort of thing again.”

“Speaking of what happened on the course today—” Annie scanned the faces of the members of Race Control. “Can I assume you didn’t have this exact same conversation with Lisa?”

 

As we saw during the Mount Katahdin race, when Kerry makes a mistake on track he owns it.  Just as he told Vicky to penalize him then, here he says he knows what he did was wrong and he will contest the penalties.  It doesn’t matter if he was provoked into performing those actions are not: he did them and he has to own up for them.  This shows that Kerry is a far bigger person than say, oh, certain parents who are real chicken shits about saying goodbye to their kid and then telling them at the last moment they’re abandoning him for Yule holiday?

Annie wants to know about the conversation that Race Control held with Lisa. And guess what?  They’re going to tell her:

 

Deanna stepped around Holoč. “I assure you, Annie, we did not have the same conversation with Lisa. The conversation we had was quite different.”

“Are you certain she won’t try anything else?”

“We’re certain.” Erywen flashed a slight smile. “Lisa was set down for the next two race weekends—” She nodded to her right. “It was Deanna’s call.”

Kerry almost sat up in bed even though he wasn’t supposed to do that. “You sat her down for two weekends?”

Deanna crossed her arms and nodded. “Not only sat her down, but did so with the warning that if between now and next year’s Samhain races she does anything remotely like what she did today, she’ll be sent back down to the B Team for an entire year. And if her attitude should change after that, she’s out of racing completely.” She shook her head while looking angry. “She cost the coven dearly today and I am finished with her antics.”

Vicky leaned on the baseboard of the bed. “As are we all.”

Coraline returned with her mixture for Kerry and cleared her throat. “Now, if Race Control is finished with their lecture—”

 

On top of the twenty-five seconds penalties handed out at the end of today’s race and the future penalty of having two positions knocked off during her next race, Deanna has sat her down for two weeks.  This means that she is going to miss out on a whole lot of points regarding her individual standings, and when she comes back from this the best shall be able to finish in that race is third.  Not only that, but she’s also on probation for an entire year, not just to get sent down to the B Team, but to see whether or not she remains in racing at all.

In terms of penalties she pretty much got the book thrown at her and depending on how severely she messes up the next time, she’ll either not be racing with the adults, or not racing at all.  What remains to be seen is whether or not Lisa straightens up, or she decides to go nuclear in try taking out the entire field during her next race.  One can guess she’s going to be told that when she races the next time, the moment she starts getting out of control the race will be red flagged and she’ll be removed from the course.  And if she doesn’t go willingly, you can bet Vicky and Erywin and a few others will go out and convince her to leave.

With that drama out of the way, Coraline’s ready to treat her patient. All she has to do is get these pesky adults away from Kerry–

 

Erywin motioned for everyone to leave. “I believe were being given a hint.”

“Indeed we are.” Holoč turned and gave Kerry a quick smile. “Congratulations on that last win. I’ve already congratulated Penny and Alex for taking the other two positions on the podium.”

Kerry suddenly felt a great deal of pride well up from within. “Thank you, Professor.”

After instructors and staff left all that remained were Coraline, Annie, and her parents. Coraline glanced about the bay. “I’m going to give everyone about ninety seconds to say your goodbyes and then I’m going to start shooing you out.” She turned and hurried away.

 

All in all things pretty much went Kerry’s way.  His penalties didn’t hurt him in the long run as everyone was penalized, and Lisa got her comeuppance.

All that remains now are the last goodbyes.

Post Race Parade: Visit Two

This post is gonna seem kinda hurried because in about thirty minutes I need to head out the door so I can go work the Harriburg Pride Festival.  I will be out there with my HARD team, letting people know about derby and our upcoming game next Sunday.  Then it’s off to get a pedicure and then maybe helping tear down our booth at 6 PM.

But do you want good news?

‘Cause here’s the good news…

Chapter Fifteen is in the writing bank, clocking in just short of ninety-five hundred words, and bringing the story to exactly 194,900 words.  That means Chapter Sixteen will quite likely push the novel, and Act One, over two hundred thousand words, ’cause how could it not?  And in doing so it will become my longest act of all, nearly a third of the length of the second novel and almost half the length of the first.

Like I said, this is gonna be a long book.

Did I mention Kerry’s getting more visitors?  He sure is–

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

“I can guarantee you’re going to the dance.” Coraline stepped into the bay and, after greeting Pavlina and Victor, stood next to the monitors situated over Kerry’s head. “According to the scan, you have a lot of deep bruising, but as you say nothing is broken. And the most important news: absolutely no damage to your knee.”

He turned his eyes toward the ceiling and smiled. “I didn’t think there was, but is good to hear there isn’t.”

“It’s great news.” Victor stepped up alongside Coraline. “By the way—” he held out his hand. “Congratulations on the great day of racing, particularly that win at the end. You fought hard to come home first.”

Kerry reached up and shook the outstretched hand. “Thank you, sir.”

Pavlina moved so she could be seen on Coraline’s left. “All of your races were hard-fought today, Kerry. You should feel proud.”

“I do, Mrs. Kirilova.”

She flashed a crooked smile. “Pavlina.”

“Pavlina.”

“Thank you, Mama and Papa.” Annie turned her attention to the school’s doctor. “So what are you going to do for Kerry?”

 

Kerry has officially impressed a Formula 1 driver who just happens to be his soul mate’s father, and Annie’s mother as well, who is probably even a harder sell even though Kerry might not be aware of that.  Given all the shit Kerry’s been through so far, his parents can suck it, ’cause when you impress a Formula 1 driver who finished the season in third, you can officially look at your folks and go, “Who did you impress today?”  I think Louise would be looking for a place to die if she were in the hospital right now.

So yeah, Doctor Gallagher, what are you gonna do for Annie’s soul mate?

 

“No, nothing more than give him the mixture I use for healing strained muscles.” Coraline snapped off the monitors and pushed them back into the place. “I’ll mix a little something else in there to help alleviate the bruising. Can have him taking you to the dance all bruised up, can we?”

Annie was about to answer when a voice from behind spoke first. “Before you do that, we’d like a word with your patient.”

Everyone with the exception of Kerry turned in the direction of the voice. Vicky stood at the opening to the bay, with Holoč, Deanna, and Erywin behind her. She hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans. “After all, if he can’t come to Race Control, Race Control will have to come to him.”

 

Yeah, just because you went to the hospital, it doesn’t mean The Powers That Be aren’t gonna come to you.  And there are here with a message–

 

Coraline nodded. “Well, while you’re speaking with my patient, I’ll be getting his medication ready. If you’ll excuse me—” She negotiated her way out of the bay and vanished.

The four adults stood at the foot of his bed while Kerry elevated the head so he could face them without having to sit up. Vicky spoke for the group. “Before I start, know that Jessica and Maddie are not here by choice: they felt we could convey our message to you the best. So don’t believe their absence means anything special.

“The message we’ve conveyed to all other members of the teams involved in the altercation at the end of the last race is that such actions will not be tolerated for the rest of the season, and should it happen again, the parties involved in such infractions will be penalized far more heavy than they were today. And this message will be relayed to the other three teams prior to next week’s races.”

 

And..?

Oh, does this mean you’re going to give us the rest of what they have to say tomorrow, Cassie?

Why yes:  yes, I will…

Post Race Parade: Visit One

The weekend is almost here and–surprise!–I’m gonna be busy.  I have a party on Sunday and tomorrow I’ll be working a booth at our local Pride celebration, which comes a month late in The Burg because it’s The Burg.  I’ll try to get pictures.

Oh, and this morning someone recognized me from our roller derby team page on Facebook and wanted to say high.  So there you go:  I’m known to some of our team’s fans.

Speaking of having fans…  Kerry is so over this race, but the race isn’t over with him.  Let’s find out what’s going on:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

After the award ceremony four racers required enough medical attention that they were taken to the hospital. The punch to Anna Laskar’s jaw was severe enough to split both her upper and lower lip and loosen two of her teeth. The multiple punches Lisa took to her eye required treatment to eliminate the swelling and bruising. The kick Darius Roy took to his groin caused one of his testicles to swell dramatically.

And then there was Kerry…

Though he was able to use crutches to ascend to the top of the podium, he needed Penny’s and Alex’s assistance to make it down due to the pain in his left leg. Because of this, Nurse Bianca felt it best to transport Kerry to the hospital in a wheelchair, and one was summoned.

After helping them into Bed #2 in Bay #1 Nurse Bianca ran a quick scan on his leg. However, she didn’t tell him the results of the scan: instead, she told him to lay back and relax while she went and consulted with Coraline as to the best form of treatment. This didn’t make Kerry feel all that optimistic about his chances of making the dance this evening.

His spirits rose a few seconds later when Annie arrived with her parents following. She immediately headed to the left side of his bed and took his hand, completely oblivious to the stairs she received from her mother and father. “How are you feeling, my love? Were you told what’s wrong?”

Kerry had fought the urge to glance at Annie’s parents at the moment she called him “my love”. He was fairly certain that her mother wouldn’t have reacted to the comment—but it was her father he had wanted to observe. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on Annie’s. “Nurse Bianca just finished a scan on me she didn’t say a word other than to say she was going to go and consult Coraline.”

“I’m certain it’s not severe, Kerry.” Pavlina adjusted her purse on her shoulder and folded her hands in front of her torso. “The nurses today aren’t likely to be any different than the nurses were when we were students. Isn’t that right, Victor?” She gave her husband a smile. “After all, you had quite a bit of experience dealing with doctors and nurses then.”

Victor gave a small chuckle. “Indeed I did.” He looked at Kerry. “I’m sure it’s not severe. From what we were able to see on the screens, it didn’t look as if this Glissandi girl made hard contact with you.”

Kerry gave a tired sigh. “It may not of look like much, but it certainly didn’t feel that way.” He gave Annie’s hand a squeeze. “At least I know nothing’s broken.”

Annie returned the squeeze with a bright smile. “Which means we may still be able to make it to the dance.”

 

Right there, Annie crossed the Rubicon:  she called Kerry “My love” in front of her parents and there was no way in hell they didn’t hear her.  And Kerry wanted to see how Victor took it, ’cause even he knows Papa might flip just a bit hearing that.

In the aftermath of the big fight four people ended up in the hospital, and all of them are there because of Lisa.  And let’s remember that if Lisa is in the hospital, that means Race Control hasn’t spoken with her–

Yet.

Freshie 4: In the Round

With this title I feel a little like Yes back in the day when they performed on the rotating stage.  Though I can’t image they moved as fast as me.

Our last Fresh Meat practice, 25 July, 2017, was a bit light.  Ashley headed south to see her brother graduate from the Marines.  Rachel was out with tonsillitis, Jackie was also sick, and Rachel Rey and Tara were out with family issues.  Emily was MIA and Gwen, we learned yesterday, is moving to Pittsburgh and hopes to join a team out there, which leaves us with the possibility that one day some of us will have the opportunity to knock her on her ass during a game.

And Grace?  Last night was mandatory practice getting the team ready for our bout on 6 Aug, and as I remarked last night, she’s moved up to the “adult table” and scrimmaged with the vets.  It’s sad to see her go, but eventually we’ll all do the same.

As for the four of us there with Coach Ida–Erica, Laura, Resi, and me–Resi and I were off-skates as we were The Walking Wounded:  she with a sprained ankle and me with the bad foot.  That meant Erica and Laura got all the workout, which they totally deserve as they are tough fresh, so they can take it.

It also allowed me to film from the inside of the track, which means I got to spin around as I followed the ladies.  It was good practice in case I’m ever allowed to do this, but that’s something I doubt will ever happen.

First up, then, is seeing if I can even do this.  That means I track them ’round and around the track as they do cardio:

 

After that they got into single blocking, which consisted of them throwing shoulder blocks at each other.  There was blocking, there was laughing, there was swearing.  Pretty much how all our practices go.

 

Then it was time for double blocking with Ida helping out.  This is what happens when you have two blockers trying to stop a jammer and you do your best to wall her up.  Depending on penalties a team can find themselves in this position and when it happens, you better be ready to hold that jammer until your people start streaming out of the penalty seats.

 

And lastly 180 toe stops, where one spins around and goes up on their toes to stop.  Most of this video, however, is everyone waiting for me to find Ida’s whistle, which I couldn’t find because it was attached to the outside of her bag.  Duh.  There’s also a bit of hilarity here as we were getting a little punchy by then…

 

One last thing before I go:  last night I was still off skates, so I spent the time watching the team scrimmage as they got ready for the upcoming bout.  My depression, being what it is, started to get the better of me, and I found myself crying for a bit as I wondered if I was ever going to get as good as the rest of the women on the team.  I can’t let depression get the better of me as its done in the past as that’s caused me to give up on projects before.

I push myself way too hard at times.  I know it’s all a process, that it takes time to train yourself to do things.  That happened with writing and it’s gonna happen here.  I need to just let my body get used to things in their own time and not push it too hard, least I screw up royally.  Like with this injury:  if I’d gone completely off-skates for two weeks after it happened I’d have practiced well this whole week.  Lesson learned here.

And lesson learned that believing you aren’t good enough to reach the top isn’t the same as not reaching the top.

Sometimes it takes a while longer for us to walk the same path.

Imagining Living in the Unreal

It’s been a strange sort of day.  I woke up ready to go and I’ve been in that mode ever since.  It’s a strange feeling as I haven’t had a lot of get up and go for a few months–could that be due to practice?  Not really:  I was feeling like that long before I strapped on some skates and became my own hero.  I’m sure it was due to something else.

Yesterday I spent time thinking about Kerry’s future, but not like long-term stuff; you know, more like what’s coming in the next few months.  It’s not like I haven’t thought about it before, but now that a few changes are coming into his life, I’ve had to refine that view a bit.  Before I started on the current novel everything was painted, more or less, in broad stokes.  Now the time has come to fill in some of the outlines and maybe turn a couple of mistakes into birds.

This goes for Annie, too.  As we saw way back in the beginning of this novel she’s breaking out of her “Ice Queen” shell and even venturing away from her home.  She spent time with Alex and even traveled to Cardiff to see Kerry, look around his parent’s house, and check out his room.  (She also said his bed would be a good place to conceive kids, but she was just clowning him.  Maybe.)  She’s growing as a person and a young woman, and given how these kids talk and act, it’s likely she’s already got a good grasp of her sexuality and is working with her soul mate on his.

It’s safe to say that in the next month or so there will be a few surprises tossed out here for everyone to see.  This is what happens when you dig into the lives of your fictional characters and look for the little nuggets that make up their personality and their experiences.  In the last few weeks I’ve actually had a lot more fun digging into areas I didn’t know existed so that I could bring a few new elements into this story.  It not only helped that I wanted to change things up a bit, but it’s actually helped set up things better for the future.

A future that is continuing to change.  Except for a few things, that is.

There was a time when I figured Kerry being dumped by his parent for the Yule holidays might be one of the worst things in the world for him.  Now…  I’m not so certain.  What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, so this could be one of those things that keeps Kerry strong.  As for Annie–well, she has her own strength.  Which we’ll get to see on display soon.

Act One is nearly over:  one last chapter and I can move on to the act where all hell breaks loose.  I don’t want to say I’m gonna have fun torturing my kids–

But you know I will.

Samhain Racing: The Reckoning

And in the never-ending story of me doing roller derby, after a not-so-great practice last night I’ve decided to skip the next two practices in an effort to allow my foot to heal properly.  I was probably at 90% last night when I started, and I likely ended up at about 80% by the time I arrived home.  I figure a week of complete rest will get me back up to near 100% for next Monday night.  And while I may go and film tonight, I won’t be on skates.

Oh, and I almost passed out last night because–I don’t know.  Probably due to a lack of proper hydration and not eating enough.

My coach came over at one point and said I was as green as my tank top.  I have no reason to disbelieve her.

I also had a Facebook friend tell me last night that I’ve inspired her to sign up for a derby boot camp next month.  I say, “Put some skates on, be your own hero.”  Because hell yeah.

And speaking of being a hero, it’s time to see what’s going to happen to Kerry, as it’s time for Race Control to hand out the pain–

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

The silence in the diamond went on for about another fifteen seconds before Vicky’s voice spoke once more. “Your attention, please. This is Race Control. Penalties for individual racers have been assessed and we will now give you our results.

“Penelope Rigman: ten second penalty, conduct unbecoming a racer—fighting.”

Penny shrugged. “I expected that; I threw the first punch.”

Vicky continued. “Alexandria Chorney: ten second penalty conduct unbecoming a racer—fighting.”

Alex looked from side to side. “Well, I did punch Lisa rather hard.”

As Kerry listen to the penalties being assessed it became obvious that everyone on both teams was being assessed some sort of penalty for their actions. Everyone was given a five or ten second penalty for fighting, with the exception of Rivânia and Manco were both given and second penalties due to their inabilities, as team captains, to control the teams.

He noticed something else as well: neither Lisa’s name nor his was mentioned as penalties were affixed. Kerry figured the worst was being saved for last, and that his actions on the track were going to involve a hefty penalty.

After just over a minute he heard his name mentioned. “Kerry Malibey: a two penalty assessment—”

 

It may sound like Race Control is being a little heartless, but hey, you get into a fight, you gotta pay the price.

Now it’s Kerry’s turn:

 

He hung his head. “Here it comes.”

“Penalty one: five second penalty, rough racing. Penalty two: five second penalty, conduct unbecoming a racer—striking another racer on course.”

He waited for more but it didn’t come and he gave both Penny and Alex a look of disbelief. “I thought it would be more.”

Alex tilted her head to one side. “Professor Semplen did say he was going to fight for us if anything happened out on the course.”

“Looks like he did.”

As Kerry had thought earlier, Race Control was saving the worst for last. “Lisa Glissandi: a four penalty assessment. Penalty one: five second penalty, rough racing. Penalty two: five second penalty, conduct unbecoming a racer—striking another racer on course. Penalty three: five second penalty, conduct unbecoming a racer—fighting. And penalty four: ten second penalty, conduct unbecoming a racer—attempting to deliberately wreck an opponent.”

But it appeared Race Control was not finished. “In addition to the aforementioned penalties, Ms. Glissandi is given a two position penalty to be applied during her next race.”  Lisa looked up at the scoreboard as Vicky continued speaking. “This penalty is being assessed due to the severity of her actions taken on the course today, and as a reminder to other racers that your actions toward others are noted and that Race Control will act when necessary.

“At the conclusion of the award ceremony for this race, all racers—with the exception of those needing to go to the hospital to receive immediate medical attention—to report to the Flight School Ready Room to speak with the members of Race Control.

 

So, Kerry had two penalties that weren’t, in the overall scheme, that bad.  But Lisa?  Twenty-five seconds total plus she’s getting docked two positions in her next race, which means the best finish she can hope for is a third.  And she was reminded that Race Control is always watching, making the likelihood of her doing this again slim.

And just to make sure what happened today sinks in, everyone that isn’t bound for the hospital has to sit in a room with Vicky and the coven leaders–the people who make up Race Control–and get a ream out.  Not a lot of fun.

Now that this drama has played out…

 

“With all penalties assessed, they are now applied to the unofficial race times.” The times on the scoreboard were adjusted in nearly all positions on the scoreboard shifted.

“Here are the official times for the the last heat. The days racing is completed and we will now move on to the final award ceremony. Thank you all for coming, and enjoy the rest of your day.”

The inside of The Diamond filled with considerable cheering and yelling. On the floor the Cernunnos team erupted in celebration, while the mood in Åsgårdsreia was less than jovial—and in a few cases, some team members appeared ready to take out their frustrations on one of their own.

Penny, Alex, and Kerry looked up at the scoreboard and began congratulating each other. Penny slapped Kerry on the shoulder twice. “You got it: you won the race.”

“Yeah, but—” he scanned the scoreboard one more time before addressing the two girls next to him. “You guys ain’t seeing it.”

Alex looked at him strangely. “Seeing want?”

He pointed at the scoreboard. “The three of us: we’re all on the podium. We swept it.”

Penny and Alex looked up simultaneously and broke into laughter nearly the same time. Alex pointed at the board. “Bozhe. We did it.” She turned to her friends. “I wonder when this last happened?”

“Probably about the time Annie’s father was racing here.” Penny wrapped an arm around Kerry’s shoulder and gave him a hug. “Way to make an impression, mate.”

“You know it.” Kerry slid off his jet ski, but the moment he tried to stand his left leg buckled from pain. He caught the handlebars of his PAV before going down. “I may need some help getting to the podium. And… You think you could call a nurse?”

 

Not only did Cernunnos have a good day, but in the end they took the top three positions, which is something they hadn’t done in a while.  They’ve taken two positions on the podium more than a few times, but now they’ve swept.  Like Penny said, way to make an impression, mate.

This was something I needed to figure out and it took about 40 minutes total to get it right.  Below you can see how it worked out.  On the left is the unofficial finish, then we have the penalties, the new times, and lastly the official finish with points earned.

 

As noted Lisa was knocked completely out of contention–if she’d just raced her race she’d have finished second–while Anna and Rezi Lahood moved up considerably.  Even so, Cernunnos was the big winner of the day, and Kerry managed a win in front of Annie’s family.

About what happens next…

Samhain Racing: The Aftermath

Another weekend down, a last full week in July to enjoy.  And as expected, I’m gonna be busy as hell.  I have things planed all the way through Thursday and I may even have something going down Friday.  Then it’s busy Saturday and busy Sunday, which means I could be rocking and rolling every day this week.

And a few months ago I complained I never got out of the house.

The Rumble Outside Rockport is over and The Race Powers That Be have ordered everyone back inside The Diamond.  But in order to get here, you have to go there…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Penny helped Kerry over to his jet ski.  “I imagine we’re in some pretty shite now.”

Kerry grunted as he retrieved his helmet and gloves and place them in his lap as he sat upon his PAV.  “You think?”  He gave Penny a quizzical look.  “Why’d you start the fight with Lisa?”

“Because she damn near wrecked me in Helter Skelter.”  She grunted.  “I wasn’t about to let that slide at all.”

 

I actually had to go back and add this part because when I originally wrote it I had nothing to say about why Penny did what she did.  Now you know:  she was one of the people who were almost wrecked by Lisa when she received her first “rough racing” time penalty.

 

Both teams returned to the interior of The Diamond, never saying a word or casting a glance at anyone on the other team.  As soon as I entered the enormous structure Kerry looked up at the holographic scoreboard and instantly noticed the two most dreaded words one could see at the end of a race: Unofficial Results.  He glanced over at Penny and Alex, who were on his right.  “That’s not good.”

Alex nodded.  “They’ve already assessed a penalty to Lisa and it’s not up there.”

“It’s because they’re busy assessing penalties to all of us—” Penny nodded over her left shoulder.  “For what happened back there.”

Kerry felt his heart sink.  He knew he likely get penalized for his actions on the track: it was just a matter of how severe those penalties would become.  After all, he not only reached over and struck Lisa while they were racing, but he deliberately hit her PAV in an attempt to gain an advantage over her.  When he added up everything in his head, he realized he could be looking at a fifteen or twenty-second penalty, which could move him far enough back standing that not only wouldn’t he get a podium, he might not even point for this race.

As both teams came to a stop in their respective tram areas Vicky’s voice boomed throughout The Diamond.  “Your attention please.  This is Race Control.  As the moment we have unofficial results posted for the race just concluded.  We are in the process of determining penalties to be assessed to individual racers.  Once all penalties are determined, we will announce those penalties and post the final results.  Please stand by.”

Penny came over and stood by Kerry, who remained seated on his PAV due to the pain in his left leg.  “Don’t worry, mate.  I don’t think they’re going to hit you up bad.  It wasn’t like you were involved in the fight.”

“That’s true.”  Alex nodded in agreement.  “You were trying to stop things out there.”

He sighed as his shoulders slumped.  “It’s not what happened in the fight; it’s what happened out on the track.  They’re liable to nail me for that.”

 

The calm before the oncoming storm.  Tomorrow you get to view the damage.

Samhain Racing: Let’s Get Ready–

Today am back to my old lighthearted self, which means were going to have a novel excerpt.  Let it be known that I started on the last scene of Chapter Fifteen and I have a feeling it won’t be all that long: maybe no longer than fifteen hundred words.  Which means I’ll be into Chapter Sixteen before you know it.

The last couple of days I’ve been sticking my GoPro up on the windshield of my car and giving people a driver’s-side view of what it looks like driving around Harrisburg.  Here’s the first video I did, where I left my apartment and headed off to the Panera where I used to write all the time.

 

But the big news here is the race, which if you were paying attention has just finished. But as the drama over?  Far from it–

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

He didn’t bother to see where Lisa was as he came out of the chicane. He leaned over his handlebars and willed as much speed out of his Class 3 as he could muster. The moment he pass the flashing green lights of the Start/Finish Line he pulled his PAV skyward so that he could not only bleed off speed quickly, but prevent Lisa from running him down on the straightaway.

As the rest of the pack finish the race he sat down in the waiting area between the Start/Finish Line so that he could proceed inside with everyone else. He remained seated on his PAV as his left leg and shoulder were throbbing with pain from the on-course contact and he didn’t want to aggravate them. A few seconds later Lisa’s jet ski hit the ground hard about five meters from him. She jumped off her PAV, removed her helmet, and threw it at him. She motioned for Kerry to advance towards her. “Okay, fucker. Let’s have this out.”

Kerry removed his helmet and tossed it to the ground as he gingerly got to his feet. “Back off, Lisa.” He gave her a warning look as he pointed at her while favoring his right leg. “You do not want to do this.”

She nodded defiantly. “Oh yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.” Kerry wasn’t worried about the outcome of a fight between Lisa and him: just as he had done with Franky, he could disable her with a broken arm or a dislocated shoulder or knee in a matter of seconds, even while hurt. Unfortunately, he was unsure of his ability to do either of those, for he was fighting down an anger that he’d never felt before. He was aware of what was happening: with his hormones in flux they were messing with his ability to control the impulses he’d carefully developed over the last two years of learning Kali, and he was just enough aware of these feelings to know that if he fought Lisa now, there was a very good likelihood he do more than break her arm.

 

There you have it: Lisa’s ready to start shit and she wants Kerry to fight her.  For his part, Kerry doesn’t want to fight her mainly because he’s worried he’ll do more than just break her arm due to the hormonal rampage which is tearing him apart right now.  And given that Kerry could probably snap her neck without even a second thought, he showing remarkable restraint–but then again, he is a sorceress, and sorceresses are supposed to keep their head when everything is going to hell around them.

So this is the end of the drama, right?  Well…

 

Just then Penny came running up from his right side, helmet and gloves off, heading directly for Lisa. “You bloody stupid bitch.” She threw a powerful right-hand punch that struck Lisa in the cheek, knocking her to the ground.

The Cernunnos and Åsgårdsreia teams converged upon Lisa, Penny, and Kerry, and the fight was on.

 

Hey, I thought this fighting shit only happen in NASCAR?  Apparently not.  Which means helmets and gloves are off and fists are flying–

 

Rezi Lahood was the first to jump into the fray, running up and punching Penny in the side of her head near her right ear. As Penny fell away Alex stepped up, grabbed Rezi and threw her to the ground. Getasew Berhanu jumped over Lisa’s jet ski and threw a punch at Manco, who fell backwards as he blocked. Darius, who still wore his racing gloves, backhanded Getasew away before kicking the fallen Rezi.

Lisa jumped to her feet and, spotting Darius in front of her, pulled back her right foot and kicked him in the crotch. As Darius limped away she turned on Alex and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair. While she pulled Alex backwards Rivânia ran up and tried pulling her her teammate away. Lisa pushed her team captain away, which caused her to lose her grip on Alex’s hair. Alex took that moment to wheel around, grabed Lisa by the throat and punched her twice in the right eye.

Penny was on her feet a second later. She hit Getasew twice in the chest then wheeled around and threw a punch at Lisa, which the girl managed to block easily. Lisa, unfortunately, was bumped from behind by Anna Laskar, who was holding the left side of her mouth with bloodstained fingers. This knocked Lisa off balance just enough that Penny was able to step up to her and deliver a hard left-hand blow that knocked Lisa back against her jet ski.

Even though he was unable to move about well, Kerry could no longer stand side and watch everyone beat each other up. After a couple of limping steps he threw himself between Penny and Lisa and pushed his teammate away. “Penny: Penny.” He held on to her shoulders as he looked into her wild eyes. “Stop it, now. Let it go.”

Enough awareness creep back into her eyes that she understood what she was being stole. They then grew wide as she saw something behind him. “Kerry.”

He turned quickly enough to find Lisa swinging her helmet at his head. He managed to deflect it with his right arm then, while holding on to Penny to support his heart left leg, he used his right leg to sweep Lisa off her feet. The minute she landed on her back Kerry raised his right foot and chopped it down into her stomach. He hopped back on to his right foot as he pointed at the now-gasping girl. “Stay the hell down.”

 

There you have it: both teams letting go and punching the shit out of each other.  Oh, and if you notice, Lisa kicked Darius in the balls. Did that ever happened in Harry Potter?  No!  Sure, Draco took a blow to the testicles in the second movie when he slammed into the ground after falling off his broom, but did you ever see Hermione wheel around and kick somebody in the crotch?  No!  You only get that here.

As you see, even injured Kerry put Lisa down for the count rather quickly, by sweeping out her legs and kicking her in the stomach.  If Kerry had decided to fight Lisa in the earnest a minute or so before, he probably would’ve just blasted her once and sent her to the hospital in a coma.  So it was wise of him not to fight her.

So everything is over, right?  Well…

 

By now both Manco and Rivânia had managed to separate their teams and stop the fighting. Kerry noticed blood on Darius’ right hand and remembered Anna holding her mouth. He yelled at his teammate. “Did you punch Anna?”

Darius nodded. “Yeah. So?”

“What did you punch her for?”

He gave a weak shrug. “She was there.”

He was about to yell over to Anna and ask her how she felt when Vicky’s voice filled his and everyone else’s ears. “This is Race Control.” The annoyance in her voice was obvious. “All racers are to remount their vehicles now and proceed to the interior of The Diamond immediately without further incidences. There will be no further warnings.”

 

The first take away here is: Darius Roy is a shit.  He basically sucker punched Anna because he was pissed off and she was there.  And since Anna is a friend of Annie’s and Kerry’s, you can imagine they’ll both remember that.

And second: Vicky is also pissed.  It’s not like there have been fights before, but here you have two full teams going at it with the team captains seemingly unable to get their people under control.  Does this mean that certain racers are in trouble?

Oh, you better believe it–