The Lower Floor of the Fandom Island Gazette, Pre-Dawn, Thursday Morning
In retrospect, perhaps Navaan shouldn't have stayed so long in the bar where the drinking happened. Because there had been drinking and more drinking and then more drinking, followed by a lot of drunken of both the talking and walking variations. By the time she'd passed over the weird drawbridgey thing, she'd been feeling tired and had passed out under a tree. In the middle of a village. After first threatening a lot of ungainly pink birds. Or maybe just talking to them. Who knew?
The biggest problem with that whole story was that she'd passed out fallen asleep under a tree outside. As someone who was a little sensitive to the sun--in the explodey sorta way--being outside when the sun rose was a bad plan. Navaan knew all about bad plans. They were her favorite.
Fortunately, Luck was still with her (she'd have to send a thank you to the little guys) and she'd woken up right as the sky was turning pink. She had her outdoors gear, but it wasn't the same as being safely inside when morning came. So she did the practical thing: ran out of the village green and broke into a building.
Please, after weeks of slipping into and out of the Temple of Fun, breaking into a little building like that wasn't a big deal. Even still three-quarters drunk. Inside, she recognized the building for what it was; a print shop, like the one in Varnorva that used to print True Slut Adventures. And after prowling around poking things, Navaan found an even better piece of luck. There, tucked away to one side was a tiny room with no windows or anything. It was perfectly dark and smelled like chemicals. Not good drinking chemicals (she'd checked), but dark was dark.
Whoever ran the shop would be thrilled to shelter an itinerant physician. After all, everyone knew that itinerant doctors brought luck to the house! And good health!
[For him whose shop it is and up early for SP!]
The biggest problem with that whole story was that she'd passed out fallen asleep under a tree outside. As someone who was a little sensitive to the sun--in the explodey sorta way--being outside when the sun rose was a bad plan. Navaan knew all about bad plans. They were her favorite.
Fortunately, Luck was still with her (she'd have to send a thank you to the little guys) and she'd woken up right as the sky was turning pink. She had her outdoors gear, but it wasn't the same as being safely inside when morning came. So she did the practical thing: ran out of the village green and broke into a building.
Please, after weeks of slipping into and out of the Temple of Fun, breaking into a little building like that wasn't a big deal. Even still three-quarters drunk. Inside, she recognized the building for what it was; a print shop, like the one in Varnorva that used to print True Slut Adventures. And after prowling around poking things, Navaan found an even better piece of luck. There, tucked away to one side was a tiny room with no windows or anything. It was perfectly dark and smelled like chemicals. Not good drinking chemicals (she'd checked), but dark was dark.
Whoever ran the shop would be thrilled to shelter an itinerant physician. After all, everyone knew that itinerant doctors brought luck to the house! And good health!
[For him whose shop it is and up early for SP!]