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"Good morning, Phillip," Shep said chirpily, as Phil rolled himself out of bed. He'd been assigned Shep when he'd first been dragged to the Rest and Recreation City, prior to getting shoved into a box for a millenea and a half to wake up here on the Ring. What the Great and Powerful Groupmind was thinking when they gave him a meter and a half ( Read more... )

Trying to get my muse restarted...

( Mild spoilers under the cut. )

Me: I need to write more on The Ship. I shouldn't have gotten diverted by torturing poor Marty again.

Muse: You're right on the second point. The boy needs closure.

Me: Not again...

Andrea: You're working on my story again, yays!

Me: Only because I'm stuck on what to do next for Visitors and Altered Trajectory. It won't last, trust me.

Black Hearts: What about me?

Me: Get back into your file folder.

BH: But we never talk anymore ( Read more... )