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Urban Legends – Under the Bridge

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“Third point on the agenda”, Pebble rasped. “Stoney.”

“What about Stoney?”

Pebble shrugged, producing a small cloud of dust.

“What about him? Eating asphalt again, the idiot.”

Creaky giggles went around the table.

“We have to do something about him,” he added. “If we allow him to slip again, then not only will he destabilise the E-Z route but it may even happen someone will see him. Will you be laughing then, huh? Revealing even one of us will undoubtedly mean revealing of us!”

Mica scratched his nose with a shiny talon.

“And what if we…” he coughed, spat out something like a bird’s nest and coughed again. “Can’t we, you know, retrain him?”

Pebble looked at his colleague with pity.

“What would you like to, for example, retrain Stoney to?”

Mica belched and spat out a few more twigs.

“Damned flying rats, blergh. I have no idea what to. A gargoyle. He ain’t that big. We could move him to the right side of the river, put him on some old house. Nobody will notice, there are refits being done all over the place.”

“Refits on Praga side mean usually taking the decorations down, not adding new ones,” Vein remarked. “And certainly not ones of Stoney’s size.”

“And if we leave him there in a year someone will cover him in styrofoam,” little Granite added. “And then it will be a complete shame. And he won’t be able to come to any meeting or he will leave a hole in the insulation.”

“KId is right,” Vein patted Granite’s shoulder so hard some gravel bounced off. “They tried that in Cracow and there was a whole hullabaloo about half of the facade falling off, when one moved carelessly.”

Mica hissed at the mention of Cracow. Too many pigeons.

“So we have to find another solution,” Pebble tapped the table with his finger. “Do we have any free spot in the city where we could move him?”


“All taken, the youngsters are training there.”


“Too close to the factory. He will confuse chocolate with asphalt and this will be a disgrace half of the city will be talking of.”

A silence fell, sometimes interrupted by someone’s scraping.

Granite grimaced so hard a piece of moss fell off his cheek.

“There is one little bridge but it will be a challenge to bring him over there. Middle of the city and all that.”

Pebble brightened up.

“Well? Where is it? Anything bigger than a few planks over a ditch…”

“The bridge by the Horse Races.”

The silence was even heavier than before.

“Oh for fucks sake! That’s the only free bridge in town!”


“…over the Smelly Water?”

Pebble rubbed his face with both hands.

“We can’t be picky. Granite had submitted the only reasonable suggestion as of now. We don’t have any other options and this place is good, stable and there are a lot of people. And it’s over water and Stoney is a traditionalist. If he was even a bit more flexible, we would have given him any of the walking bridges over the bigger streets. But nooo, he has to have his water.”

“Smelly Water does not really contain water,” Mika remarked politely.

“Someone tell that cretin to shut up or I will smack him,” Granit barked. “Do you want Stoney to hear that and protest? Do you want him to keep eating asphalt on the Route? Then keep repeating this, you idiot. And then come and complain that he is putting himself in human’s view. I know, yes. The honour of the old big Vistula bridge trolls. But there aren’t enough bridges on Wisla for everyone and either Stoney moves to the fucking Smelly Water and scare the tramway passengers or we will have to make him go downriver and look for a footbridge in the rushes he can adopt. I know that he is a good old Warsaw troll with traditions, but his bridge has been demolished these thirty years past and Stoney has to finally accept it!”

Pebble sighed, breathing out some sand.

“The conclusion of point three on the agenda. Stoney, troll of the Mermaid Bridge, will be officially moved to the bridge near the Horse Races tram terminus. Volunteers for the moving operation, next Wednesday night, will come to see me after the meting. We have to work on a detailed plan and moving route. Only reasonable suggestions please. No, we won’t take trams.”

Granite made an injured face, feeling Pebble’s eyes on himself.

“Now, point four of the agenda. Someone ate holes into the groynes on the Praga side. Which idiot…?”

Praga – Eastern (right) part of Warsaw

Vistula, Wisla – river that cuts Warsaw into left and right sides

Smelly Water – Smródka – little creek near the Horse Races tram terminus

E-Z Route – Trasa W-Z – East-West route that goes through Warsaw. Big highway in the middle of the city


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2019/02/18 at 00:11

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Links to my tumblr stories (shorts, longs, whatevers)

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Because Tumblr is very fine when sharing a meme is needed but is sucks major time for anything else.

Miscommunication (Parentlock, Rosie, short):

The road to be never taken

  1. The road to be never taken
  2. How do we even go on
  3. Undoing and unmaking
  4. Recording log 003

Monday Fix-Its (different first meetings, various canon points changed):

Other small forms:

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2019/02/17 at 21:23

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Links for CH 40 (20#9) of DPDT

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2019/02/09 at 11:57

Links for CH 39 (20#8) of DPDT

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2019/02/08 at 12:14

Footnote for Double Pride Double Trouble

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All the details of Lambton, with the exception of the school (because I couldn’t find one that would fit) and the sixth police station and the mall are almost 1:1 taken from current-day Bakewell, which is the suggested source for Lambton from the book. Thank you, Google Street View. All the restaurants, bookshops, cook shops, Spar etc etc are there. The same for the lingerie store and the shopping centre in Matlock. I have no idea if they do hold a Christmas Fair, but WHY NOT. Every town deserves to have one.
The location of Pemberley is Chatsworth House (which played Pemberley in 2005 adaptation – I’m not a fan of this one, but…)
The interiors (mostly the ground floor) are loosely based on Sudbury Hall, which played the interiors of Pemberley in 1995 (my favourite one), but I adjusted the size, because the exterior in that adaptation is Lyme Park, which is several times bigger and I was aiming at much more living space to be had inside than Sudbury Hall offers. Also, I got rid of the Long Gallery.
Locations mentioned in London either are fully existing normal points of interest (whatever the kids saw on the trip, or visited with their parents – ZOO, the winter markets, little streets, bridges, Camden Market, Camden Lock etc etc) or are generic big-city stuff (the school, unknown area where Kitty lives, unknown area where the older Bennets live).
Locations mentioned around Europe exist and are mostly googleable.
Weather I reference is taken from this very helpful site: https://www.timeandd…th=11&year=2017 (although I cheated and gave the kids more snow these Christmas, because it would have been dreary otherwise). Weather for Lizzy’s and Will’s trip is taken from the same source. Also, other phenomena have been checked and confirmed to have happened. When Lizzy and Will do the stargazing in ch 16, these are the stars that would have been visible at the time. Also, the moon is in the correct phase.
I tried my best to ensure that the times of travel and routes used (tube, car and others) are realistic. If I refer to certain connections between cities (plane, ferry) they do exist.
I even checked whether the Jag William bought is started with a key, a card or something else.

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2019/02/08 at 02:30

Stuff Elizabeth makes

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Because my Lizzy is a crafter, she obviously makes also Christmas decorations.

Below, an example of glass ornaments she had decorated with beads.

bombka elsa

bombka matowa z czerwonymi


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2018/12/29 at 01:03

No Tumblr for today

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Because Tumblr decided to ban NSFW content (result of Apple removing their app from the store due to child porn being found one some blogs), today users are supposed to log off/not connect. Why?

Not because we support child porn. Nobody does.

Because Tumblr is going about it in the stupidest possible manner – automatically AI-flagging a bunch of content that looks maybe somehow a bit like something possibly naked.

A photo of sand dunes.

A photo of a basket of mushrooms (probably these indecent exposed white segments).

Anything that contains too much beige (I think at least one photo of a woman painting a wall…)

And other stuff, up to and including a photo of the statue of David by Michelangelo.

Not that there is anything being done about the massive amount of porn bot blogs that are following, spam-commenting and reblogging random stuff to gain visitors. At least nothing that can be seen…

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2018/12/17 at 08:19

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Links for Double Pride Double Trouble

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Because doesn’t allow us to post links, here’s the set for readers who want to see some visuals for DPDT:

The engagement ring that Elizabeth shows during the party is similar to this one:

(just Lizzy’s has 3 bands, and this one is made of 5)

The gifts that Lizzy got for her birthday:

Ultimate SewingBox is like the Holy Grail of all craft storage.
The piano socks
The musical note tights

This would be Lizzy’s coat. Just colour-adjusted to dark wine.

And this would be the dress, again, colour-adjust to deep burgundy.


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2018/11/25 at 15:15

measuring tape ;)

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In Double Pride, Elizabeth says she has a measuring tape that is flower-patterned. In case someone wondered, it looks like this.tasma

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2018/09/26 at 17:04

Miscommunication (Sherlock FF)

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“Miss Anna is stupid.”

Sherlock looked up from where he was trying to undo the largest possible knot that a four-year-old could ever create on her shoelaces and regarded Rosie’s frowny face with curiosity.

“What kind of a crime against common sense could your art teacher have committed?”

A small huff escaped from the pouted lips as Rosie tugged on one of her short plaits.

“She said I couldn’t finish my work at home. And that one picture is enough.”

“One picture is usually enough for your art lessons, isn’t it? Sometimes you even continue to draw the same thing on the next day.”

“Yes, but…” the bottom lip was now out. And trembling. And blue eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

Oh, boy.

If he had Rosie in tears in the changing room, some idiot from the daycare may think he was kidnapping her or whatever they thought in cases like that and no kind of document (he actually carried one, just in case) was going to save him from having John called at that blasted conference of his.

“Come on, little Watson. Tell me. Maybe I can help.”

“But…” she sniffed deeply (with a rather disgusting sound effect that attracted honest looks of admiration from the other children in the changing room). “But it was supposed to be a sup… sulp… you know. The unexpected thing!”


Of all times for John to be away…

“Yes! That one. And if I tell you…”

He finally pulled the resisting laces apart and presented the shoe to Rosie, who pulled it on and started lacing it properly, her tongue stuck out to help concentration.

“But if you don’t tell me, we won’t be able to resolve the problem.”

She finally knotted the laces properly and stood up, allowing him to hand her the light jacket, as the June afternoon promised to be a bit rainy.

“I…” she sighed again, deeply.

Being usually on the morning (dropping-off-at-daycare) shift, he rarely had to deal with little Watson directly after her leaving the supposedly helpful institution. Her state of mind seemed perturbed by whatever the problem was and he felt suddenly underqualified to deal with that case. Sleepy? No problem. Grumpy? Experienced with grumpy. Hungry? Seven solutions, differing by the season of the year and her current preferences. In tears due to a missing sock? He kept spare pairs in his drawer, carefully ordered by the hue. He could even deal with sick, allergic and high on sugar.

But little Watson annoyed with the world at large was a new experience.

“I wanted to finish this” she finally said quietly and yet rebelliously, pulling a folded piece of paper from her small bee backpack.

It looked like a postcard. A postcard on which someone started to draw a flower. A rather nice rendition of a sprig of forget-me-nots, if he guessed correctly – especially when the little artist’s age was taken into account.

“A postcard with a flower, very appropriate, I suppose” he looked at her downcast face and pinched features. “Why wouldn’t Miss Anna allow you to finish it at home? And if she didn’t, why do you… Oh, you smuggled it out of the class? Should we ask uncle Greg to arrest you now?”


Calme toi, little Watson” he pushed her chin up in order to look her straight in the eyes. “Why was Miss Anna so adamant about you not taking this one to finish at home?”

“Because of the sup… the unexpected thing!”

“Ah” he blinked, trying to work out the vagaries of a young female teacher’s mind. “And why do you need two? If everyone else was making one?”

Rosie’s snort and eyeroll betrayed in a second how much of both nature and nurture went into that child’s upbringing. The eyeroll was all John, but the snort was one hundred percent him.

“Because other kids just need one. And I need two!”

He pressed his knuckles to his lips for a moment, looking for the right approach. Little Watson always had a reason. Even if he didn’t see it immediately, Rosamund always had a logical explanation to everything she did, even if that explanation might have been silly for everyone else (he always took her side, though, because, obviously, other people were stupid and they just couldn’t see).

“Very well. Why would other kids need one of these and you need two? What are you going to do with each of these?”

Rosie pursed her lips even more.

“I wanted to give one to Dad and one to you.”

“That’s… nice?” he raised his eyebrows in an encouraging expression. “But… why?”

She made another face (this one was pure John, absolutely), that one that said “silly Sherlock” (or “you idiot” if John was making it).

“Because it’s a Father’s Day card?” she said so softly he almost didn’t catch it.

But catch it he did.

He could predict what the daycare employees did if a child was crying when an adult was picking them up. He wasn’t sure what they did if an adult was the one with the tears in his eyes.

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2018/08/11 at 22:50

Posted in Sherlock