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And the winners are...cpolk and copperwise, with 8 correct answers each. The runners up are matociquala and sovay. Since cpolk and matociquala have already died hideous deaths in stories of mine, I shall award the prize to copperwise and sovay. I'll let you know when and how you die.

Your homework is to learn about the life of Bela Lugosi.

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I demand a better future

So I was poking at the Bowie/sovay brain-spore story (tentatively titled "In the Night Mirror"), when a nasty piece fell into place.

Those characters I'd been thinking of don't remind me of other characters. They are other characters. It's a story about some of the aftermath of the Dreams storyline, many years down the road.

It would be set in 2017.

My brain hates me, I think.

Anyone want to help me build a better future?

Forget my name, but I'm over you

Snips and spatters, drips and drabs.

"In the Night Mirror"
Words today: 300
Words total: 300
Reason for stopping: They've shut up again.
Sustenance: turkey sandwich
Exercise: err...
Tyop: n/a
Darling: Sleek and lovely, fickle and disdainful. He sometimes wondered if he shouldn't keep a cat instead. Though the cat might not pay for groceries. There's another one, too, but it needs context.

This thing has started making plot-like noises, with promises of gangster mages and dead girls. We'll see how this goes.

And I just realized, this thing isn't "Thursday's Child" anymore. It's "Strangers When We Meet."

Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new
Your embrace
Was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu
Steely resolve
Is falling from me
My poor soul
All bruised passivity
All your regrets
Ride rough-shod over me
I'm so glad
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so thankful
That we're strangers when we meet

Yes, it's quite a cheery little story.