Anacrusis

Layla

Brendan — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:00:29 +0000

The all-expenses-paid trip to Detroit is more fun than Layla expected. (Well, still.) There’s actually a great theater scene; she sees an all-female Othello and doesn’t even hate it.

Afterwards she finds the cast at a bar where the waiters wear corseted jackets and set your coffee on fire. Whiskey and caffeine stretch her judgment like Silly Putty, and she ends up making out with Iago in her hotel jacuzzi. Iago’s leftover stage mascara runs in the steam.

Layla goes to the bar again, but it’s too early, and the jackets are shiny with wear at the edges.

Proserpina

Brendan — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 15:00:52 +0000

“Do I have to wear the gloves?” Iala frowns.

“They’re for your hands, not her head,” sighs Proserpina. “Stop tucking your thumbs inside your fists or I shall break them before you do.”

“Swish swish crack!” mutters Ernestine, in the other corner, making little swipes as she stares at the sand-marked edges of the ring. “Pop swish pop!”

“Keep your hands up,” says Radiane, “and please don’t try to pull her hair.”

“I won’t if she doesn’t,” Ernestine lies.

“Eep!” says Georgette, upon accidentally dinging the bell. The chatter of the assembled first-years spooks the pigeons in the rafters.

@job

Brendan — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 15:00:47 +0000

job :( 2 minutes ago from txt

the.wanderer is totally going to rock this. That is all. 20 minutes ago from twitterific

g-d @the.wanderer k 34 minutes ago from web

the.wanderer promises @g-d not to kill him or anything. 1 hour ago from twitterific

g-d @the.wanderer not sure about 1 hour ago from web

the.wanderer is unimpressed. @g-d bet I can make him renounce you if I take away his riches, family etc about 2 hours ago from twitterific

g-d have u seen my servant @job there is none like him about 3 hours ago from web

Remy

Brendan — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 06:34:46 +0000

Cards are more popular, but really Remy prefers dice. It took him a long time to become a serious craps shooter, able to spin flat and even hit the wall without changing faces; he particularly enjoys the inevitable accusations of sharking, and the quick and sloppy fights that follow. Dicing requires physical skill in many arenas.

All you need for cards is a grin and some math.

The girl from the supermarket, says her license, is Annamarie. Remy replaces the wallet in her pocket with a queen of hearts in the billfold. He’s got a whole deck of those, but still.

Dilbo

Brendan — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 06:41:09 +0000

It’s hard being a unicorn driver on the cotton candy plantation. “Believe in the magic of your dreams!” they’re always crooning at him. “Let’s all take… a snuggle break!” Dilbo’s whip arm aches by the end of the day just from shutting them up, and they eat all the candy.

But he keeps trying, because the gnomes all teleported to Canada and he still remembers what happened the last time his monthly totals dropped. He sees the consequences every time he comes home, and his wife staggers to greet him: the rictus of her frosting smile, and her rigid gingerbread hug.