kayeaton | second draft || [written]

All right, I've got to know: Are there any publishing outfits here? In a town this size, the chances seem slim, but for all I know, there's a paper no one's mentioned to me. I've got a story or two started, and if I could see them in print, I wouldn't mind dropping my asking price to zero cents a word. It won't hurt them to sit in handwritten piles in my apartment, of course, but stories are always better when they're shared.

It's strange to think that it's May here. It was November back in Manhattan, and that meant a lot of gray skies and windy days, and some rainy ones. Thanksgiving was coming up; between Julius and I, a whole turkey is a waste of a bird, but we were going to have something nice for dinner nonetheless. And in the meanwhile, it would have been a whole lot of pounding on typewriters and talking, no doubt.

At least I left near the start of the month. Just in case time here doesn't run faster than every other world's time, he's got a few weeks to plan out a story or two about the drunken scientist or the mutant hillbillies, and from there...well, ideally, he'd show up here one of these days, too. And if not, he's written plenty on his own before; he's not about to starve to death just because I'm not there to do my share.

I do miss him, though.

((OOC: And just in case you're curious, when she says drunken scientist and mutant hillbillies, she is, uh. Completely serious.))

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[This response catches her off-guard rather more than she'd like to admit. After a moment or two, she answers.]

Strange. Well--I suppose I won't have to worry about him at all, then.

One less thing, yes.

Oh, there's nothing else I'd be all that concerned for, except perhaps paying the rent--and that would only really be an issue if we were both here.

Not even that. You'd both be returned to the moment you left.

And so it's neither here nor there anyway. You know, this place would be a great vacation spot, if they'd let you book a few weeks instead of pulling you in at random.

It is lovely, yes. Not to mention cheap.

Perfect for the adventurer on a budget. I can think of a few dozen folks who'd happily sign up.

Returning to the moment at which they left. No one would even have to know they were gone.

As you've established. [Dryly.]

Of course, that'd mean unleashing Herb Rossoff on Luceti, and I'm not sure if I could bring myself to sully the place like that.

[He laughs. While he doesn't know who Herb Rossoff is, he could replace that name with any number he's familiar with and it would be funny.]

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