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[bjornwilde]

OK, so most of the day is gone, that doesn't mean we can't still do this. So let's do some writing!

First, go here and get a random first line.
Then write for whomever it strikes your fancy. Milliways pups, OCs, NPCs you've used for pups, pup's youre thinking about, pups you've played int eh past, whatever.

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[bjornwilde]

As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump. Firstly because he shouldn't be able to flip through letters in the first place; not while Klaus was passed out. And secondly because the letter was from Vanya and it was address specifically to him.

He was dead. Decades dead. Why...how was she writing him?

[alongfallfromgrace]

Spider threads caught at his face, a sign that no-one had been there yet. He wasn't afraid.

He wasn't.

This was Wei Wuxian's first big night hunt, his first outing with his new sword and his new name. He and Jiang Cheng (now Jiang Wanyin, he was never going to get used to that!) had been so very excited this morning as they'd set out from Lotus Pier, as part of a larger group overseen by the senior trainers. Uncle Jiang had made him promise to do his very best, and to make him proud. He'd bowed so carefully with his new sword, and swore that he would.

And now he's in the forest, alone, with his new sword and his new name and not much else. There'd been a deer yao, twisted and fearsome and angry, and he and the rest of the juniors had scattered to avoid being gored while the seniors did their best to corral it. He'd thought Jiang Cheng was right behind him. He would have sworn it.

And then he'd fell down that hill - he hadn't meant to, but what he'd thought was solid ground had turned out to be heavy leaf litter on top of a bush, and he'd gone right through it when he'd stepped on it. No one had come when he yelled, startled. No one had come when he yelled afterwards, scared and sore and limping. He wanted Jiang Cheng. He wanted his shijie. He wanted to go home.

He wasn't home, though, and all of his attempts to wind his way back to where he started have lead him to this unexplored part of the forest, with spiderwebs against his face, and slowly diminishing sunlight, and harsh huffing above his head...

...

Wei Wuxian froze. The huffing did not. Slowly, glacially slowly, he peered upwards, clutching his sword to his chest.

The deer yao peered back down at him, the twisted and fang-filled maw of his mouth gaping.

And then it sneezed, showering him in undead and probably demonic deer snot.

[holdingacat]

"She yelled down at her boys who were arguing over the one swing left in the tiny playground. She hadn't meant to, not really, but it got harder and harder to hold her temper behind her teeth as the days became hotter and hotter. Looking up from the tiny sandlot, with it's sad scattering of playground equipment built all in scalding metal, she could see the parched wilted tufts of was once a lawn, and the dancing heat mirages on the road's blacktop. She really shouldn't have brought the boys out here, on such a day as this. The house hadn't been much better though, all of the rooms weltering and too-close, the fan doing little more to make one wish for a real breeze. At least in the house they weren't exposed to the cruel, unblinking sun, the heat a suffocating, pervasive thing. Abruptly, she had no more energy for yelling. She was melting, slumping in this heat that she couldn't remember being so bad in years past. There was a stubby sort of structure a few steps away - an old water fountain, dirty and grimy with too many hands and too many mouths leaving residue in their wake, but at this moment she didn't care. She just wanted a drink. She wanted a break from all of this. She was just. So. Tired.

The fountain, of course, didn't work.

Jamba Juice! It might just be expensive ice cream slushies, but it's healthier than heat stroke.

This has been a word from our sponsors." Cecil wrapped up, stretching his hands over his head. Pre-recording sponsor bits was the worst, he decided. All of the talking, none of the actually talking about things that matter, you know? He leaned away from the mike to take a sip of his drink (a Mango-a-go-go - he was so happy Night Vale had it's own Jamba Juice now, and he could get such a refreshing drink every single day!) and look longingly out the window. It was such a nice day, and he was sure that Carlos was out there in it, making an important scientific discovery or three, and might possibly need the help of a local community radio host.

His latest intern rapped on the window from the control booth, rolling his eyes (all three of them, so coordinated!) and gesturing back to the mike. Oh. Right. Back to work, he supposed.

[skyhigh_seance]

He could smell gas even before he opened the door. 'Go find your siblings,' they said. 'Show more team spirit,' they said. If he opened this door and found out all of his siblings were ghosts, he was going to mock them so, so much.

They weren't, but it appeared to be a near thing. The apartment of the last victim of the... Klaus sighed mentally even thinking about it. The last victim of the robotic unhinged space-hopping clown serial killer had a fairly nice apartment, but had evidently been snatched before they could either a) turn off the gas to their stove or b) light said gas so it would burn off. And his siblings, at least the ones who had decided to stay here and 'strategize', were too busy snarling at each other to notice they were definitely feeling the effects. Five would have noticed, but Five and Ben were off doing something probably way more interesting, and he hadn't been invited. So he got to wrangle this lot. Whee.

Luther had that constipated look he got whenever the perfect golden boy bothered to get something so mundane as a headache. Diego was 'casually' leaning against a wall, looking pale enough that Klaus would bet an awful lot of money he didn't have that any attempt to actually stand up would result in Diego wiping out like a baby deer. And Allison...

Allison was following the movements of something no one else could see with her eyes. Klaus knew it wasn't a ghost, the ghost wasn't anywhere Allison was looking and frankly more than a little scream inducing.

"Klaus. Klaus, I think I got your gift. Klaus... she's here with us, isn't she? Just a little?" She stated in that weird question-that's-definitely-not-a-question-just-say-yes tone she'd started developing recently. So annoying.

Klaus marched himself into the kitchen and turned off the stove before finding a nice heavy saucepan to break all the windows with. Sure he could just open them, politely, but... eh. Boring. He had to do something to make this shitty day worthwhile.