I blame today’s word count on the fact that I fed the vampires.

Word Count: 1,730
Scenes: 1
Despite its lamentable word-count effects, I am resolute that donating blood is awesome. Just think about it. You go and sit in little plastic chairs and watch the various stages of nervousness around you, and you get to closely observe the different stages and types of fainting, for the mall fee of being prodded with needles and drained of your vital fluids. Plus you can save up to three lives. 😀 Which is a nice way to make up karmically for the day you spent torturing, drugging and seducing. *cough* Ahem. Plus, you are medically required to eat sugary things afterwards. Is there anything more awesome than that? I think not.
Oh, oh! And also, where else is it just assumed that you’re a druggie (other than airport security,) and you have to show your needle-track-less arms to prove it?
I rest my case, awesomeness is proven.

Here, have some excerpt. Not from today, I don’t trust any of it from today. 😀

Gratuitous mind-rape, this way plz!

However, the NOT SLEEPING bit of donating blood is BAD.

Just a thought.

"This time two wrongs’s gonna make it right…"

Word Count: 2,194

Scenes: 2
Character-who-I-had-forgotten-about-who-is-lovely: Carmanita. Hardworking, loyal as all get-out, and yeah. I hope you survive.
I’m starting to be concerned about who actually survives. Plot-wise, I only need two characters to make it through, and one who was not connected to the, um, thing. That’s happening. HEY, that’s what I’m writing tomorrow, I’d forgotten the point of that scenes. Ahem. Good, to know.
Hey, you know something I also found out today? Something that’s vexing? To have your plot sink its fangs into your head during breakfast and start gnawing. To be at the point that your hands are twitching to write. And then to go to work for 7.5 hours. Not the best thing ever. But I got home eventually! And then, broken by a brief interlude when i realized it was my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary, bought them chocolate, and then they returned it lovingly because they’re on a diet- I wrote.
And I talked someone out of something, which probably only means I’ve never been REALLY depressed. But still! I can make it darker in the revision! Go Jole, go Carmanita, go sillies! I need to be awake in six hours, which should make tomorrow interesting.
OMG I love my story. Lies. I love that I have finally fallen off the cliff, and the ground is approaching with cheerful haste. And my characters make me happy. *hugs them all* *goes to repair her stab wounds* *yes, Howling is SO dead*
I know that made no sense. This is me we’re talking about, what did you expect?

"I’m going under/ Drowning you/ I’m falling forever/ I’ve got to break through…"

Word Count: 2,385

Scenes: 2
Teh Made Of Awesome: That would be the Head of the School. Man, you are SO pro. And you’re double-crossing Jole so hard, which makes me happy. Er, sorry, Jole. *cough*
Yes, I’ve been listening to Evanescence. Lots of Evanescence. Kay, I need to sleep now. I’m starting to get quite worried about cramming the end of the story in, so yeah.
  1. Stop writing this,
  2. get to sleep,
  3. regrow language part of brain.
  4. worry about total lack of grammar later.
  5. Consider possible suicides
  6. Make sure everyhody’s life sucks
  7. stop writing this
  8. seriously, stop typing
  9. surgically remove laptop from hands
  10. think of chocolate….
  11. there we go.
Night all! *waves and hobbles off, back and neck providing percussion section*

"Just get me through December, so I can start again…"

Word count: 5,064

Scene count: 1 (Oh yes, it was a doozy. I walked down corridors and sat in waiting rooms. And Kael fought people to make a point. Love that girl.)
Quality count: Ahahahahah. Ahahahahahh. Ahhahahah! See that? That is me not caring. That is me laughing in your FACE.
It’s weird, because for the first time in forever, I’m back on the ship, where it all began. I haven’t been there since November. November, Srsly! That’s, like, last year. Dude….. Also, a lot has happened since then.
(Hurrah for stream-of-consciousness! I’m gonna say that I didn’t work today, or yesterday, and I was trying to front-load words in those non-working days because I’m working all day for the rest of the week. Yes, that is fear you see in my eyes.)
A lot has happened in terms of how I write, in what has happened in my life, and what has happened to my characters. Some of them still haven’t realized what has happened- I’m looking at you, Jennet- and some of them, well. Clones, you know what I mean. And Kael is just her own category. Of everything. But yeah, I’m back in an old setting, with old issues that I haven’t had to deal with, cause we haven’t had to deal with.
Like the whole motivation for why Jole went on this little jaunt? The one he told himself, at least? Yeah, that one didn’t come up. Kael and the rest of the Drudges’ precarious position as worthy-to-be-alive? Also taken for granted by the silly Clones. Social issues in Jennet’s world? She kinda danced on those, and now her dancing is frowned on.
In addition, everyone’s been living with the knowledge that they’re gonna die within days, and now, hey, oops, we’re still alive. How about that. *sheepish* Not to mention that certain people aren’t quite as comfortable to be home as they’re supposed to be, in fact they’re downright suspicious. You see, since the end of November I’ve only been dealing with straightforward Bad Guys. These are easy to react too. He’s a sadistic, messed up B**tard- RUN. Now we have my old friends the Good Guys back. The morally ambiguous people with lots of power, who might have your best interests at heart, it’s just that they say they do so sincerely…. Do I believe them? Do I do what I was told? Do I follow the nice man? Or- do I even have any other options? A lot more uncertainty, obviously.
As might be clear, (I’m not sure if is is clear,) I enjoyed myself. ^_^ I actually want to write more, only it’s hard to think, my eyes won’t stay open, and I have to get up at 6 tomorrow. Yes, Snazel, you don’t have to write about wrecked medical bays now. *vague smile*

"Confusion is always the most honest response."

Word Count: 1,855
Scenes: One? Kinda?

This started as one scene, but I”m going to need at least two more to close it up. Darn it. *growls* But in other news, Jole was awesome, and Kael was, well, Kael. You should hope to never meet her at work, that’s all I’m saying.

Also, Root Beer cures all ills, I should try to drink it BEFORE 10:00.

Another OC meme! Because I don’t have enough OCs in my head.

I’m going to do this with the Charas who have been in my head most recently, and not the “main” ones. Cause I’m cool like that.

 Chose ten of your OCs. If you don’t have ten of your own, chose ten cool people. 

1 = Kassy
2 = Haggerty
3 = Basket Case
4 = Dulamon
5 = Jole
6 = Petria
7 = Sarti
8 = Howling
9 = Neph
10 = Jaslyn
1.) 4 invites 3 and 8 to dinner at his house. What happens?
Howling: “Mmmm, delicious morsels. Let me just get my sword and my assistant…”
Dulamon: “Not in the UO, you don’t.” *breaks Howling* *looks at Basket Case.* “Why do they always give me the crazy ones? Why? What crime have I committed against the fates?”
Basket Case: “Wait a second. I’m crazy? I can see your memories, dude!
Dulamon: “We are not discussing my morals right now, young man.”
Basket Case: “Maybe we should. You did What?
Dulamon: *headdesk*
2.) 9 tries to get 5 to go to a strip club. 
Jole: *looks at sign* “Are you sure this is the right place?”
Neph: “Yep!” *pulls out napkin with name printed on it* “They had these really awesome drinks which fizzed, though Tenish made me sit at the back so I’m not sure what they’re called.”
Jole: “Ah-huh.”
3.) You need to stay at a friend’s house for a night. Who do you choose, 1 or 6?
Kassy: “Sorry, but I don’t really have a house. Or an apartment. I’d offer to let you stay where I’m staying, but it’s kinda not mine. And I don’t think Ty would let me invite people over. Um, I have bus tickets, you can have, and oh! Getting arrested is always good for a place to sleep. And airports! They’re warm, and stuff.”
Petria: “Wait, you want to stay at my HOUSE? After what you did to me? No exiling way, thank you. Get out before I kick you in the head.”
Me: “Ummmmmm.”
4.) 2 and 7 are making out, 10 walks in. What are the reactions?
Jaslyn: *raises eyebrows* “Nice one, Sar. Though I wouldn’t think he’s quite your type…”
Sarti: *smiles* “Oh, he isn’t. I’m just practicing!”
Haggerty: ~Demons. You exiling are all exiling demons. And why did I let her make me a drink, anyways?~
5.) 3 falls in love with 6, 8 is jealous. What happens?
Basket Case: *after much attempting to convince* “I swear I know that I’m doing!”
Petria: “Right. Come back when you’re legal. Or not.”
Howling: “I saw her first…” *everyone in every ‘verse shoots him*
6.) 4 jumps you in a dark alleyway. Who comes to your rescue; 10, 2 or 7?
Me: “Go AWAY. I don’t want to be rescued!”
7.) 1 decides to start a cooking show. Fifteen minutes later, what is cooking?
Kassy: “Wait, do I actually have to make edible food, or can I just set things on fire? Oh. Oh, okay then. Let’s make butter toffee!” 
8.) 3 has to marry either 8, 4 or 9. Who do they choose?
Basket Case: “…” *looks again at the all-male options.* “Suicide it is, then.”
9.) 7 kidnaps 2 and demands something from 5 for 2’s release. What is it?
Sarti: “Hey, you with the eyebrows! Teach me how to read!”
Jole: *stares* “You really are on drugs, aren’t you?”
Haggerty: *is unconcious* *drugged to within an inch of his life* *tied up* *and in an locked room*
Sarti: “Or I tell Haggerty that you kidnapped him when he gets out!”
Jole: “Okay, we’d better work fast. This is the alphabet. Got that? Good.”
10.) Everyone gangs up on 3. Does 3 have a chance in hell?
Basket Case: “No, no I really don’t. I wonder if this is what happened last time?”
11.) Everyone is invited to 2 and 10’s wedding except for 8. How do they react?
Jaslyn: “Oh, hush. You think you’re the one who’s coming out poorly from this deal?”
Howling: “You always leave me out. And to think I brought you all together.” *everyone shoots him, again*
12.) Why is 6 afraid of 7?
Petria: “She’s a drudge. With blue hair. Who knows how to read. And you never know what she’e gonna do!” *tries to look invisible as Sarti dances in, singing*
13.) 1 arrives late for 2 and 10’s wedding. What happens, and why were they late?
Kassy: “Sorry I’m late, I forgot to look at the clock. (And I kinda got distracted…)”
*everyone decides not to ask*
14.) 5 and 9 get roaring drunk and end up at your house- what happens?
Me: *walks in on drunken reminisces about death and suicide and girls, and walks out again.* *makes coffee in the morning*
15.) 9 murders 2’s best friend. What does 2 do to get back at 9?
16.) 6 and 1 are in mortal danger. Only one of them can survive. Does 6 save herself or 1?
Petria: “Uhhh, wait, I, I, I can’t just leave, I-“
Kassy: “Get out of here or I’ll come back and haunt you! MOVE!
17.) 8 and 3 go camping. For some reason they don’t have any food. What do they do?
Howling: *looks at Basket case*
Basket Case: *looks at Howling*
At the same time: “Food!”
18.) 5 is critically injured in a car crash. What does 9 do?
Neph: *drags out of wreck and calls the medics* *pats on head* “Don’t worry, the medics are really good, they can put you back together from anything! You’ll be back to as good as new in months!”
Jole: *groans* “Why does this never work…”