three entries in one day don't kill me

[minviendha]

It's because I can't write right now. I mean, other than this, obviously. I have a bunch of fics open and I'm staring at them and banging my head against the wall. This is acutely frustrating. COME ON, WORDS. COME BACK

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[tomboy_typist]

Ooookay here goes.

Robb! If you had to pick one of your siblings to see again, who would it be?

Light! I want to know what your favorite work of fiction is, and why.

Khardeen! How are you, bb? I miss you, luv. Tell me you're alright?

Daeron! What is the least horrible modern band/singer, in your opinion?

Cybel, I'm curious. Do you have shapeshifting abilities? Could you acquire them? What would you do if you could?

[tomboy_typist]

That's all? No commentary on the political value, on the intertextuality, on social relevance? I'm disappointed with you, Light, frankly.

And don't call me that.

[justiceis_red]

You seem to be under the mistaken impression that for some reason I would want to talk to you in detail.

Discussion on the literary merit or lack thereof of the beat poets is not my particular area of expertise.

[tomboy_typist]

Well, you know, I do have a couple people that are relevant to your wellness in my head.... *innocently*

[justiceis_red]

...excuse me, surely I'm completely off base here. But are you attempting to blackmail me?

[tomboy_typist]

Why I would never dare, Light-darling. I am merely trying to give you incentive to collaborate with me. She sends kisses, by the way. He sends a lollipop.

[justiceis_red]

I thought as much. I don't respond well to blackmail.

...tell L I don't need a lollipop.

[Not answering the kisses. Publicly.]

[sceltwarlord]

I'm - all right, I suppose. I miss Morghann. She was here, and then she wasn't, and with her pregnancy - maybe I worry. Just a little. I can't help it.

--but never mind that. I can't complain. Glad to hear that I've been missed. Perhaps I'll have to make a special appearance. I'd hate to disappoint a Lady.

[tomboy_typist]

You very much should. Besides, your drinking buddies (future and present) think you need to get out more. Seriously.

[sceltwarlord]

Then I'll make it my project. It's too easy to become a recluse, I think.

Clearly I've been spending too much time around Lucivar.

[tomboy_typist]

How's he doing, by the way? There's someone in my headspace who misses him a lot.

[sceltwarlord]

Lucivar? He gives me cranky looks whenever I poke him, but that might be because it's me and I'm poking him.

I bet there is. [grins, a little] I'll tell him to get his ass moving and stop brooding. Warlord Princes are good at that brooding stuff, let me tell you.

[tomboy_typist]

Good stuff, Khary. I'm glad you're still about. By the way, one of your friends is getting married, did you hear?

[sceltwarlord]

Pandora? [grins] About time. Actually...if it's not too late, now that I've kicked my typist about it...could I come see? Haven't met the lucky boy, I don't think, and I'd better. Who else is going to be her overprotective bastard?

[tomboy_typist]

No-one but you, my sweet. You are forever condemned to being her protective bastard and best friend.

The puck says hi, by the way. And there's a barman who wants to know how to make a gravedigger in headspace.

[sceltwarlord]

Condemned! Ha! It's a privilege all males aspire to. And treasure once they have.

Hello to the Puck, and tell the barman that he will not learn how to make a gravedigger from me. I don't give them to ordinary landens. It'd kill you in half a glass.

I'm not kidding. Lucivar cannot get drunk on ordinary alcohol. He gets smashed with three glasses of a gravedigger.