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So I've spent much of the evening banging my head against research. (With public thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keeps, who is a lifesaver or some other form of hard candy and got me a useful link while I was busy despairing of managing to extract anything useful from Google.) I found useful stuff eventually (case studies of the medical results of explosions in Chinese firework factories, anyone?), and am now prepared to write my gunpowder-explosion scene.
I decide to go for appropriate music. Decide that washing-machine music is appropriate. Pop into iTunes, where I have a little Sisters of Mercy ripped, and pick one of my favorites, which begins . . .
"With the fire from the fireworks up above me. . ."
. . . reading the lyrics for purpose of making this entry, it occurs to me that this isn't a bad song for some aspects of my main characters, neither of whom is actually in this scene.
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder, cry like rain. . .
Peripheral note: How about them Red Sox? How about them Cubs?
keeps, who is a lifesaver or some other form of hard candy and got me a useful link while I was busy despairing of managing to extract anything useful from Google.) I found useful stuff eventually (case studies of the medical results of explosions in Chinese firework factories, anyone?), and am now prepared to write my gunpowder-explosion scene.I decide to go for appropriate music. Decide that washing-machine music is appropriate. Pop into iTunes, where I have a little Sisters of Mercy ripped, and pick one of my favorites, which begins . . .
"With the fire from the fireworks up above me. . ."
. . . reading the lyrics for purpose of making this entry, it occurs to me that this isn't a bad song for some aspects of my main characters, neither of whom is actually in this scene.
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder, cry like rain. . .
Peripheral note: How about them Red Sox? How about them Cubs?
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The lyrics do fit some aspects of them rather well, though, yes.
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Laurence was shot.
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It seems interesting that the technology is present and yet the parts of the weaponry culture that we've seen in the past 39 chapters have been exclusively with edged weapons or the like. I'll be looking forward to figuring out why it's like that (which I trust will show up in context soon enough)....
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I'm having trouble getting back to the beginnings of the threads of the worldbuilding there to say anything coherent.
You get significantly more firearm usage among the untalented inhabitants of frontier towns, as backup for the Family there. For purposes of dealing with the more dangerous marauders, talent is the best force multiplier, with leverage maximised at melee range.