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Standing by for further instructions.

Mon corps est prêt.

Checking in. Likely prematurely, but I ain't even bothered.

Acknowledged. Standing by.

I would like a dance partner (or partners to be extra cluster-fucky?) to do a co-post if anyone is willing. Please read "cluster-fucky" as "efficient". EDIT: Alternatively, I could post a rather under-sized post to smooth things along.

Is anyone calling dibs on the next post?

Any embarrassing stories to tell of young Ialia?

Ialia's Estate The girl's breathless speech had halted by the beratement of the faerie. Her face had frozen into a stupid, emotionless mask that conveyed neither cognizance nor recognition. Isora's attempts at addressing the situation, along with Lady Ialia's entrance to the scene apparently...

Saturday. :( This past week has been, "I'm back for work! Gee, that's a warm, comfortable bed there... I'll knock one out before I have to leave tomorrow... Of course I will!" Four days later: "Well, crap."

Sorry for messing up our rhythm, but won't be able to make a reply until Tuesday. And there will be reply on Tuesday. *Your "Tuesday" may vary.

Incoherent ramblings between stifled sobs and "I'm sorry"s were the girl's replies. Her head was pressed tightly into her knees, and her fingers were locked together in front of her ankles. Her cloak was rumpled around her on the disheveled bed--slept on, but with the covers still drawn to the...

Thursday or bust for me. Happy New Year, you all.

Assuming that this world has some sort of yuletide analogue, did the three of you celebrate it in any special way?

Got swallowed up by the holidays. Still slogging through it, to be honest... Boxing Day is probably going to be a special kind of struggle. This week's schedule is kind of bleak, but I'll be back on the horse come Saturday, I think. After I get some brunch in me, anyway. Seasons greetings...

Reply pending Wednesday at the latest. EDIT: Make that tomorrow. I somehow managed to burn myself out on my day off. EDIT2: Argh. Make that Saturday EDIT3: Sometime before the weekend. I am terrible.

Ialia’s Estate Guest Room (Marilyn) All alone in the dark sat the girl. Curled into a ball; knees to her chest, head limply resting against her kneecaps, fingers locked in front of her ankles. Her oilskin cloak was wrapped loosely around her like a larval bagworm in its protective case of...

I will have a post up sometime this weekend. Pinky promise.

Still kicking.

So. What have you three been doing during this hiatus?

Marilyn in a bunny suit here.