They rode on for a while before Jasper broke the strange silence again – not with anything related to their previous conversation, but just to tell Mélanie more about what he’d found and who he’d spoken to while at the market. After a few minutes, Mélanie realized that he was giving her notes on his business – the people that he knew to talk to, the ones that he avoided, the ways that he tried to drum up more business. She found herself snorting.
“Networking. It’s the end of the world – as we know it – and you’re networking.”Continue reading →
The boulder jutted into the path, cutting it off until someone had carved their own path around it. From the looks of the trees growing in and around it, it had fallen over a hundred years ago, but Deline could still see how the path had been warped. It meant that until they came to the sharp edge of the stone, they couldn’t see anything ahead of them.
Carrone stepped ahead of her and she let him, her slingshot ready. He hissed and took a step back, an arrow flying over his shoulder.
Deline grabbed a handful of components from her hip pack and began a spell under her breath. Just as she was starting to speak, a voice boomed from the far side of the boulder. Continue reading →
On Archive of Our Own – free to read and ongoing. 🗄️ Exchange Students – Harry is going to Addergoole. Porter is coming to Hogwarts. Nothing could possibly go wrong! Reconstruction – The war is over, and yet Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Neville, Luna, and Ginny find they have another war on their hands. What’s more, Harry appears to have an enslaved Draco on his hands.
On Sufficient Velocity – an interactive Fae Apoc Quest. Rhiannon was not expecting any of this. But now she’s got to figure out what to do while a bunch of jerks keep attacking her city. Oh, and she needs new pants.
This is going to be a sort of generalize life-of-Lyn post, so hello!
Yesterday, we took the boys to the vet (that’s Oli and Theo, my boycats) for their annual checkup and rabies booster. They remain pretty, fluffy, in good help and well taken-care-of, according to our vet, and they even swallowed their pills like good boys.
I’ve been sickish for about a week and a half, so if I’ve been quiet, other than scheduled posts, that’s why. Did you know your sternum can get inflamed? It kind of sucks. It’s called Tietze Syndrome or Costochondritis (although looking these up, WebMD seems to think they’re different things, my doctor put both on the paperwork). It’s — well, annoying, on a good day.
Yadira offered them a place to sleep but seemed not in the least surprised when they didn’t take her up on her offer. She showed them a doorway after that – and seemed more than a bit surprised that they did take that.
“I’m starting to think that it doesn’t matter which door we take,” Abby admitted. “I think it’s more about our, uh, our mindset or something like that. The way we go through the door. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe there’s a formula. But -“
“But maybe we oughta just talk to the malls,” Olly finished. “Because maybe the malls can tell us where we have to go.”
“Or kill us,” ‘Via countered. “Or send us in circles. The malls are not our friends. I don’t know why anyone thinks they are! The malls are-“
“The malls, you heard her,” Liv huffed. “The malls, they used to be benign-“Continue reading →
Mélanie brought both hands to her neck. “Obviously-” she started slowly, not sure how anything she wanted to say would be taken, “I can’t be considered to be on the wrong side of a collar, since I’m not on any side of it. Though I think you owe me a piercing of some sort, sir.” She cleared her throat. “And, ah. I want to be here, remember that? Please remember that?”
“Only if you call me Jasper again.” He brushed his knuckles very lightly against the side of her neck, just over her hand. “I haven’t upset you, then?”
Esuyp had been locked up in the old building for months on end, emerging only to do her required part of the settlement’s labor and fix the things that needed fixing, sometimes to eat and even more rarely to sleep. Qiameth had been running back and forth between Esuyp’s workshop — so they all assumed it was — and the old school buildings, muttering to herself.
Now the thing — the result of every minute of leisure time for two people for over half a year in a settlement where everyone was working steadily — was out in the middle of the Green and the whole settlement was staring at it.
We’ve had several more close encounters with the terrain moving, enough that, unfortunately, I don’t think that we can justify staying here. There’s just too much living under our feet.
We agreed not to move our settlement, in large part because it doesn’t seem to matter where we move it, since every bit of land appears to be alive. We’ve been more careful with what we put where, although the large terrain-creatures appear to have very tough skins with very few nerve endings. Continue reading →