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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Still. [She pauses.] Yeah--I showed up about two weeks ago. It's strange how quickly it's gone, when I stop to think about it.

It can be like that. Never a dull moment...

Seems like it, all right.

Has anyone warned you about the experiments?

There's a section on them in that guide people're so fond of recommending, but they sound like the kind of thing you can't really appreciate until you've been through one. But I suppose you'd know better than me.

There will probably be one in another week or so. Not that knowing in advance does much good...

And you don't know 'til it's upon you, right? I have to admit I'm curious, though we'll see how long that lasts after.

Sometimes you don't know until it's over.

The last few haven't been so bad... you might get lucky.

Here's to hoping for good luck. I'd mostly just like them to get on with it, whatever it is.

[Typical New York impatience. He likes it.]

Like I said, it probably won't be long.

If you want to talk about the city again... look me up.

The same to you. Come over sometime, we can reminisce over dinner. [Because if there is one thing Kay likes, it's socializing in person, hey.]

... I will.

[If he ever gets that uneventful week he was hoping for.]

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