I think this [pause.  What to call puddles of gibbetty zombie fluids that are iced over on top?] sludge will freeze completely overnight.

Maybe sprinkling sand on it will help with traction.  It'll be easier to pick up and dispose of when it's solid.  Where do we want to put it?  The cold's cut down on the smell for now, but it will thaw eventually.

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I can finally write and speak normally again.  I'm sorry for my rudeness the past several days.  It wasn't my intention.

[...yeah, she's still not all that chatty.]

[Gradually a drawing appears, in ink applied via brush.  It's more or less one of these women, though the drawing is decidedly cruder and more generic, and instead of straight-bladed ( Read more... )

[It's dashed off without any of Mindelan's usual aplomb; droplets of ink are across the page, and the brush was oversaturated, so the letters are thick, bolded even, and kind of dribbly.  A little blood drips from her writing hand down to the page, or runs from her hand down the brush, tainting the letters.  There's even a smear on the edges of the ( Read more... )