K?

[taennyn]

If I end up writing the Witches' Horses version of "the devil's picture" in my totally non existant free time this weekend?

All. Your. Fault.

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[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

You can have free writing time when I'm supposed to be doing my last assignment for Anth. XD

[taennyn]

Except there's a thing that might actually be a CHAPTER of the Wild Roses Mess solidifying. *flails!*

[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

Oh NOES!

. . . .welcome to my life. :D

[taennyn]

*makes mental note to throw something at you Friday*

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

*BEAMS!* Ya---!

oh, wait.

um.

NOooo, it wasn't me! *flail?*

how's that? *grin*

[taennyn]

*dignified!* See if I tell you about the Kid making Isael go "..." now.

(Beware of Alfheim's teaching of tactfulness disguised as tactlessness.)


. . . . art a Bad Kammy. The Sabaeys and the Devil salute you.

[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

. . .that's okay, you can tell me. :D Tell!

[taennyn]

ish part of the maybe-chapter. Nuh-huh.

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

*pout* aw, c'mon, even if i give you rauth/corrie dialogue?

"Capal? It sounds prettier than the other one, anyway. What'sat mean?"

"It means "mare.""

"...You named your mare "mare"? God, I hope we never have a kid or nuthin', you'd probably name them "Kid.""

"Can't, Sweetheart, there's already a Kid. ...Don't look at me like that, I didn't name 'im."




*GRIN* *waves at them* i blame the bad drakthos. he's a terrible influence.

[taennyn]

. . . . . Kid, Isael, Aodh.

" . . Three day bender? It took Ceannard Reykjavik a solid week to look like that, but he's got unfair advantages. And the purple under the eyes looks better on him than it does on you. *peer?* So? Three, four day bender?"

" . . . . . . . I am going to go take a shower. Please make yourselves at home."

"*loses battle with the giggles, falls on FLOOR, mad chirruping laughter as door closes*"

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

...i just spotted this (has just installed a shiny new gmail notifier!)

*DEAD*

oooooh man.
nothing but bad influences, all around.

[billradish.livejournal.com]

*peeeeeeeeeer?*

[taennyn]

ARRRRGH.

I have to go to SILAT. I have to BAKE. I have to BAKE DIFFERENT THINGS. I have to avoid eating anybody! And NOW my brain goes 'oh, hey, here's the framework for THAT, and here, spend two nights working out the logistics of THIS, won't this be fun?'

SKREEEEEYAGH!

. . . . . *holds up a finger* Ilya, you say one word and I give you to the vodyanoi's daughters. I do NOT need tuning.

[billradish.livejournal.com]

hnnnn... *considers* Yeah ya do. You're a bit off, on the higher bit.

Can you write on paper? Most of tomorrow at the aunts', you should be fine to just sequester yourself off and write in a couch somewhere.

Granted, I'm not sure how long we'll be there...but we'll have ferry lines, and more ferry lines, then that evening as well. And you can babble while we're driving.

[taennyn]

. . . . . *shrieks like air raid siren*

Yeah, I can try. Gnargh. Stupid brain.