Messages for Gilgamesh Wulfenbach to be left here.

She'd decided to stay at this Gil person's hut instead of her own. After all, if things switched back tomorrow, she'd be in her own place, hopefully, and in her own hammock. And Gil would be in his own place in his own bed. And everything would work out perfectly. If only they switched back tomorrow. Trance wasn't hopeful ( Read more... )

Combing the jungle the first two times hadn't done any good, so Gil wasn't exactly doing it again now. But now that he'd stretched his sparse materials about as far as they would go- still no working death ray- the antsy nothing to do feeling was creeping up on him again. The bookshelf may have been cooperating, but there was only so much of the ( Read more... )

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