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Continued from Part 4C.

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Continued from Part 4B.

No, I didn't skip a part. I'm posting two parts back-to-back to cover my Monday and Tuesday postings.

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Continued from Part 4A.

There'll be something of a two-fer tonight. Sorry about not updating this last week, but I had logic hole in this part. Considering it's an "Andrew" part, it was like finding a bent straw in a haystack so you can fix it.

So, here's the Monday part, which will be quickly followed by the Tuesday part.

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Continued from Part 3B.

All parts can be found here.
Continued from Part 3A.

As you can see, it's been a busy couple of "news days" for me, so I got caught up in chasing down RL stuff instead of fanfiction.

Apologies for the interrupted service.

Now, back to the story in progress.

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Continued from Part 2B.

Remix/Redux

Yes, I know. I owe people emails (waves!) and I will get to them tonight. Yesterday was much busier than I thought it would be.

Anyway, I'm sure half of you already know that sign ups have started for Remix/Redux V over on remixredux.

Deadline for sign-up is February 10, so you've got time to think about it before opening yourself up to a re-write. Last year I got the awesome Ballard of Charles Whitman by nwhepcat which was like my most awesome present ever.

In case you're wondering, that's what prompted the creation of my complete Fanfic Index Post yesterday. I needed at least one central list for whoever ends up remixing me. (Whoever you are, I hope you like Xander, dude!)

Putting together the quickie index was also a fun kind of exercise. I discovered my output has been a hell of a lot higher than I thought it was, coupled with the realization that I'm not nearly as bad about finishing stories as I thought I was.

Fun facts:

• I wrote 32 stories over a period of 5 years (and think about how long some of those stories are)
  
• Out of 32 total listed stories, I have 6 WiPs
  
• 2 of those WiPs (Behold, Little Padawan! and Facing the Heart in Darkness) will be finished by February 17 when the remixredux assignments are handed out because I want both stories available to the remixer
  
• Two more of those WiPs (Nobody Never Gets to Heaven and Water Hold Me Down) are slated to be completed this year (barring real-life barriers)
  
• Which will leave me with 2 WiPs to complete (No Myth and The Acme Heartbreak Repair Kit) in 2008 — assuming something real-life-ish doesn't get in the way like I hope it will (no, can't talk about it because it's an idea of an idea kind of thing)
  

I know some people want more detail, and I'll probably add it in at a later date. It was just that I needed a useful and navigateable list for whoever gets me for remixredux.


WKRP in Cincinnati

Thanks to the marvelous desoto_hia873, I now know that Amazon is taking pre-orders for the first season of WKRP in Cincinnati.

Yes, I ordered it. Yes, it was for me. I've never pre-ordered anything in my life and I just did for WKRP in Cincinnati. And I will do it for every single season they see fit to release.

No. I'm not counting down the calendar days until I have WKRP in my hot little hands. Not. At. All.

Busy weekend (notice, if you will, that I haven't been around). And busy tomorrow night. Think of this as my Monday posting for the next part.

And apologies for not responding to comments. I will get to them.


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Continued from Part 2A.

Stooopid LJ wouldn't let me post this next part in one piece. Gah. *growl snarl*

After this, to bed.

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Continued from Part 1.

*pets my liquid Kava Kava*

Worked late tonight, due to a tight deadline. That and the fact that I tend to lose all track of time when I'm writing, and boy was I writing today. Of course, I stupidly over-caffeinated  myself, which meant I had to do some self-medication to counteract the effects so I can actually fall asleep tonight.

Ummm, the liquid Kava Kava it works a lot better than I thought it would.

*stares at pretty colors for a little bit*

Wha?

Oh, yeah.

This is a late b-day pressie for nwhepcat to make up for the fact that there was no way in hell I was going to finish Water Hold Me Down in time for her b-day; my entry into the slayerversathon for mara_sho; and my very belated annual Christmas story.

I won't be posting on weekends, just FYI, especially this one. I've got a busy one lined up.


Title: Behold, Little Padawan!  (aka Five Adventures Xander Harris Never Had Wrapped in One True Christmas Story)
Author: Lizbeth Marcs (liz_marcs)
Rating: PG (Language)

Genre: Five Things, future fic, adventure, mystery, monster hunt
Characters: Xander, Faith, Andrew, OCs
Pairing: None (typical, hunh?)
Warnings: Links to Snopes.com, the Urban Legends Reference Pages may lead to disturbing stories and/or images. Please click with caution.

Summary: As Andrew tells five positively true (he swears!) stories about Xander Harris to a gaggle of Chicago Slayers, a stressed-out, exhausted Xander blows into town to help with a demon hunt. Toss in Faith who’s hopped on the bandwagon for reasons of her own, and it’s another classic Harris Christmas Special.


Author’s Note: Set Christmas 2006. The source of all urban legends used in this story is Snopes.com, the Urban Legends Reference Pages. Links to the urban legends that inspired the five things are provided.

Disclaimer: Xander Harris, Faith Lehane, Andrew Wells, and all associated characters and organizations are the property of FOX and Mutant Enemy. All urban legends used in this story was compiled by Snopes.com, the Urban Legends Reference Pages. Any mention of real life events and real people is not meant to imply that the people or incidents in question as they are used in the story have any relationship to reality. All original characters and the plot are mine. No payment was asked for or received in the writing of this story and no profit was earned. No copyright infringement on FOX, Mutant Enemy, or Snopes.com, the Urban Legends Reference Pages is intended.


The magi, as you know, were wise men — wonderfully wise men — who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house.  But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest….

Today was MarcsMom's Unbirthday (yesterday being her Birthday), so I ended up hanging around the ol' homestead for a bit. By the time I scraped the thin ice off my car, dodged people driving either at 90 mph or 15 mph on the highways, and made it home, I was mentally exhausted and not up for another round of playing dodge-'em with people who've forgotten how to drive when it's cold and raining.

This is a unique New England thing, I think. People tend to "forget" how to drive in snow and ice in between winters. While the roads aren't icey (yet), people were driving in crazy ways. Thanks to the unseasonably warm winter weather, I don't think anyone has their winter "driving legs," hence the chaos I encountered at several points on- and off- the highways.

So, there went my plans for the day. (Note to self: Email apologies.)

I come home to comments on the part of this story I posted Friday night. Some people want to see Kennedy.

*looks around shifty eyed*

What?

*hangs head*

I am weak like veal.

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Continued from Part 3.

Meet my New Year's resolution: finishing some WiPs. To that end, I'm posting at least one part to at least one WiP a week. I was hoping to have the next part of Facing the Heart in Darkness ready to go, but it's still a mess. Instead, I give you the next part of Nobody Never Gets to Heaven.

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Continued from Part 2.

Remember when this LJ had fanfic?

Yeah, me neither.

Life got so hectic that I completely lost Eva's voice for Facing the Heart in Darkness a little bit. (I called it: "Eva's pouting in the corner because she got bumped by my need to pay bills and have a life.")

I tried picking at a few other things (like *cough*Water Hold Me Down*cough*), but really didn't get too far on any front.

I then attempted to barrel through my sorry-I-haven't-finished-your-birthday-present-yet story for nwhepcat/annual holiday tale/slayerversathon commitment story in an effort to write through it. (Got a lot of Behold, Little Padawan! done already, but have an ending that still needs to be capped on.)

Today, Eva started yammering again. Hooray! She wasn't helping me clean up the next part at all, but I at least got her talking about the ending. I'm hoping I'll have something to send up this Friday, but I make no promises.

I'll be over here. Feeling relieved.

I think it might have been the Jake 2.0 marathon on Sci-Fi that shook things loose.

Hey, guys! Remember this one? Now that RL has stopped kicking me, I can finish it. Yaye!

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Continued from Part 47.

My jaw dropped and I stared at him.

Mr. Harris folded his arms and his grin got wider.

That’s when I finally figured out his game.

“You bastard!” I exploded.

Didn't get a chance to work on Facing the Heart in Darkness, but since nwhepcat asked to see what happens when Spike, Faith, and Xander hit Vegas, I had to kind of comply. I mean, it's actually done and everything.

Yes, I'm blaming nwhepcat. Shut up.

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Continued from Part 1.

Title:  Nobody Never Gets to Heaven
Author:  Lizbeth Marcs
Rating: R

Het/Slash/Gen:  Mention of and some onscreen M/M/F threesome. One brief instance of M/M noncon. Past mention of M/F and F/F relationships.
Pairing(s):  Xander/Faith/Spike. One brief instance of Xander/OC noncon. Past mention of Xander/Kennedy, Willow/Kennedy, Buffy/Spike, Faith/Robin.

Genre:  Adventure, dark fic, character angst, future fic, monster hunt, political intrigue
Story Warnings:  Mention of off-screen past torture, serial murder, and serial rape. One brief onscreen scene of noncon. Character death(s). Vengeance. Attempted suicide by Slayer. Warnings for all of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series.

Summary:  The world's most dangerous vampire has been lured to the glittering playground of Las Vegas. While the hunt is on through the casinos on the Strip, Buffy and Willow engage in a deadly battle of poker to determine the vampire's ultimate fate. It's up to Xander, Spike, and Faith to decide who should have the winning hand.

Accompanying Media:  Worksafe. Quattro (Live) by Calexico. (Click on song title for download.)

Special Thanks To: entrenous88, rainkatt, othercat, nwhepcat, midnightfae, sunnyd_lite, mandylancast. Thank you for all your support and FB. Please note that any and all mistakes are completely mine.

Author's Note:  Written for the Dark Xander Fic-A-Thon.

Disclaimer: Xander Harris, Spike, Faith Lehane, Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Kennedy, and all associated characters and organizations are the property of FOX and Mutant Enemy. Any mention of real life events and real people are done to serve the story and are not meant to imply that the incidents in question have any relationship to reality. All original characters and the plot are mine. No payment was asked for or received in the writing of this story and no profit was earned. No copyright infringement on FOX or Mutant Enemy is intended.
 

 

 

Yes. I am lame. I put a downpayment on my fic-a-thon. But I want to finish Facing the Heart in Darkness first.

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Continued from Part 46,

I took a breath. “Well, I do have some thoughts on this matter, but it might be difficult to—”

Mr. Harris held up a hand. “Whoa. Before you jump in with your hot idea, I want to list the obvious options first. Then we’ll talk about whatever’s on your mind, because I want to hear what you have to say. First, though, we really need to look at the London option.”

*joke* I swear that boy is just thrilled he finally gets the spotlight. *joke*

The next part should be up in a few days. Sooooo close to the end. Sooooo close. It's looking to settle in at 50 or 51 parts. Yay!

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Continued from Part 45.

Alexandrienne turned around to face me as Mr. Harris grinned and gave me a friendly wave.

I blinked in surprise at the gesture, as Mr. Harris and Alexandrienne turned back around. As his arm settled once more around her shoulders, it occurred to me that perhaps I did have something to offer after all. Mr. Harris may be able enough in his own way, but it was equally clear that he had a lot to learn about being a Watcher that would pass muster with the Council.

The only question I needed to settle to my satisfaction was whether such an offer would be tempting enough for Mr. Harris to accept.

Then I had to decide if I had the stomach to put that offer on the table.

You didn't think I forgot this, do you? I'm way too close to the end.

Don't forget to sign up for the Dark Xander Fic-A-Thon set for October 8. Click here for details.

Also, The Muli-Fandom Character Mini-Soundtrack Project is still live. Click here for the MP3 downloads.

Now to business.

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Continued from Part 44.

“Ordered, pleaded, begged, bribed, you name it and he tried it. He all but danced a jig and sang show tunes to get them to talk,” Dave said. “No dice. Lips were zipped and the three eyeballs that existed between Willow and Harris just got hairier the more Mr. Giles tried to get around the subject about getting treatment for Liwaza. It was one hell of a tug-of-war.” 

“That Mr. Harris and Miss Rosenberg won?” Yes, I know dear reader. I was being rather thick about the strange interpersonal dynamics that exist even to this day between Mr. Harris, Mr. Giles, and Miss Rosenberg. I simply couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the notion that two Watchers acted like petulant children and publicly treated the First Watcher as if he were a foolish relative that they held in low regard. 

“They got what they wanted,” Dave answered softly. “I wouldn’t say they actually won.” 

Hoooooot.

I originally ran errands and came back to an apartment that's a sauna. So, my evil plans (or not so evil, which included answer email, writing email, and Part II of a writercon report) is put off until the sun goes down because...hoooooot.

So, since this is done, I'm posting and running into someplace airconditioned until my apartment cools off.

As promised, due to the warnings on the last part, I'll do a very short summary of Part 43.

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Continued from Part 43.

“Eva, I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Tell me you heard something else.”

“Is it me, or has this become a very dark ride?” Dave sounded so distant as he said it.

“You did. You heard something else because they won,” I sobbed into his shoulder.

Dave’s voice was almost gentle as he replied, “No, I didn’t.”

“Lie to me,” I pleaded through the tears. “Please. Lie to me. Please, tell me they won.”

 

Right.

Warning for mentions of "off-screen" rape and gang rape.

Warning for dark Xander and dark Willow.

Warning for torture that some may consider graphic.

For those who wish to avoid, I will summarize the main point on why this part is important with respect to the story's conclusion.

Apologies for not warning about this back at the beginning. I honestly spaced on doing this because it doesn't happen "on screen;" it's mentioned but not described; and it doesn't happen to one of the main characters.

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Continued from Part 42.

“What did he see?” I impatiently asked.

Dave turned his haunted eyes to me. “That’s when everything really went wrong.” 

*blink*

Every time I use the RTF interface, there are more icon thingies across the top. LiveJournal Video? The hell? Apparantly, it's to allow people to embed You Tube videos in LJ entries.

Anyway, I apologize for being rare this week. There was PowerPoint rage and trying to sort out the mess that is this part. I know there's a million emails I haven't answered and I apologize. I'm desperately trying to get this completely posted in a reasonable amount of time so I can go back to other stories.

RL...it's not just for people...

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Continued from Part 41.

In either case, I knew that shoving Dave in the direction I wanted him to go wouldn’t help me. A gentle push was called for. “If you tell me, I’ll eat Grandmother Touré’s food.”

 Dave regarded me. “Eat first, then I talk.”

“I’ll eat while you talk,” I counter-offered.

Dave winced. “Not a good idea. You’ll lose your appetite somewhere in the middle.”

“I rather doubt that,” I honestly replied.

For a brief moment Dave seemed torn. He finally broke. “At least you’ll get some food in you.” He glanced at the door. “Good thing we’ve got time,” he added in mutter. “Harris is a little bit busy.”

Reading my notes and the files, no doubt, I thought. I rather viciously hoped that every word he read would cut him deep enough to make him bleed.

“Well, then,” I prompted.

Dave walked over to the tray of food, picked it up, and delivered it to my lap.

My deal had been accepted.

There are days that I rather wished it hadn’t been.

Ummmm, WOW!

I expected some of you to be calling "dickhead" on Xander for pulling what he did on Eva, but the level of anger directed at the guy took me by complete suprise. 

I'm in total shock. Seriously. But then again, it could be because I know (and have already written however roughly, by the way) Xander's motivations. Although, I'm not entirely sure that the angrier readers are going to be completely mollified because, yeah, Eva is still forced into a position she really hates. 

All I ask is that you keep one thing in mind: Eva at the outset of this story not only warned you that something like this was coming, she also said that Xander double-crossed Giles and that he did it in such a way that Giles couldn't (or didn't) do a damn thing about it.

I'm not upset by the reaction, mind you. Just jaw-droppingly shocked. I admit though, I'm actually kind of thrilled by it. I must be doing something right because all the points raised have actually be answered in the mess I've got on my hard drive. So, thank you everyone for the FB (even if I didn't answer any in the last part) because you're at least telling me I'm heading in the right direction.

The reason why I haven't responded to FB on the last part is because that would require me giving away the end and I don't want to do that because I'm rather proud of it. I won't say anything, except to say that the story and Eva, in a very strange way, comes full circle.  

If you're interested, I did post a general response here. Unfortunately, I really have to leave it as the last word for now. Like I said, I don't really want to give anything away.

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Continued from Part 40.

Dave shook his head and turned to leave. Grandmother Touré paused just long enough to grin her toothless grin and waggle a finger at me, as if I was the one who had been naughty, before she, too, exited behind Mr. Harris’s stalwart man.

Left alone at long last, I finally gave in to my impulses and let my brave mask drop.

I put my face in my hands and sobbed.

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Continued from Part 39.

Knowing that I was vanquished, I stopped fighting before we reached the last house at the edge of the village.

My fate was now firmly in Mr. Harris’s hands. If his harsh attitude with respect to myself was anything to go by, I knew that he was not inclined to be gentle with me.

First, big love and thanks to jgracio and cccarioca for fixing my very, very bad Bablefishian Portuguese. Friends don't let Friends go Bablefishin'. Just sayin'. They were awesome for coming through. Doesn't help the English readers out there, but at least the Portuguese readers get an early warning for what's in store.

*am evil*

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Continued from Part 38.

“This is ridiculous,” I hissed. The situation had already spiraled out of control, and it only promised to get worse. I knew that the longer we delayed, my current predicament would be nothing compared to the what Mr. Harris and his people would find when they returned to what was left of their homes.

“Se você ferir o Sr. Harris, teremos que impedir a Ally de a matar!” Maria shouted at me. “Não entende?”

That’s when the vampire seemingly came out of nowhere and attacked us.

Off to eye appointment at an awkwardly scheduled time and then busy all day.

In the meantime, new part!

ETA: In the meantime, I want to give a big thanks to jgracio and  cccarioca for fixing my horrible, horrible Portuguese. Remember people, friends don't let friends go Bablefishin'.

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Continued from Part 37.

I shivered. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” This was said more as a hope than a statement of fact. To be honest dear reader, the more I thought about it, the more certain I was that the shadow I saw was a human sneaking across the village in a hunched-over manner. “I’m most likely jumping at shadows.”

Mr. Harris smiled warmly at me and I felt a strangely reassuring touch on my back. “Don’t sweat it. Better we jump at shadows than them jumping at us.”

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Continued from Part 36.

“I really am sorry about this,” Mr. Harris assured me quietly. “You have no idea how sorry I really am.”

I answered him in a tired voice. “But you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

He startled. “What? No. Oh, no. There are choices.” He then sadly smiled. “The problem is that all the choices we’ve got really suck.”

Ahhhh, they let me out of work early today for a half-day. I crawled home and fell asleep. Then I woke up and decided to post the next part.

After I post here, I plan to crawl back into bed.

Anyway, hopefully my schedule will even out a little bit before the chaos that will take over my life at the beginning of May. Oh, goody. A few days' respite. *headdesk*

Anyway, I'll try hang on to wakefulness long enough to finish answering comments from the last part, but you might have to wait until tomorrow. I'm fadding a little fast right now. Also, I apologize if my responses to those of you I did respond to last night sounded off. I blame exhaustion for robbing me of the ability to form words in anything resembling a coherent manner. I'm usually a less weird about my responses to FB. 

*cringe* 

I'm sorry if I made anyone feel uncomfortable. 

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Continued from Part 35.

“I know you don’t think this right now,” Mr. Harris said in a reassuring voice, “but you really did make the right choice.”

Needless to say, I was far less sure on that point. As Mr. Harris began to close the meeting, I felt my eyes once again drawn to the Dogon mask. My desperate imagination tormented me as I considered its feral expression. For a brief moment, I thought sure that its jaws were on the verge of opening to swallow me whole.

Gah! Got home at 10 p.m. from work. I'm too wired to sleep, but I'm exhausted at the same time. Deadline is tomorrow. I suspect I'll be very late in gettig home. 

*grumbles about deadlines that are unrealistic*

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Continued from Part 34.

Mr. Harris then held out his right fist so it was parallel to the left. “This is all of our Slayers. Even as we speak, they are sneakily surrounding our bad guys and waiting for the sun to go down. When the assorted bad guys make a run for Joe, we’ll be right on top of them. They’ll be dusted so fast, they won’t feel the stakes.”

I cleared my throat. “Why not attack them now? While the sun is still up?”

It appeared my question had struck home. Every eye in the hut swung to Mr. Harris. I credited the distinct feeling of electric panic to the fact that I had easily spotted a problem with his plan.

This part was slightly too long to post in one fell swoop. The second part will be posted tomorrow night.

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Continued from Part 33.

Ahhh, but that is in the future. Let us now return to the dark history of Gao and how, in the long-reaching shockwaves of what happened there before my arrival, gave Mr. Harris all the tools he needed to set his cunning trap. A trap, I might add, that irrevocably altered my future.

Sorry this story is taking so long. It's very, very tough to find five minutes to rub together these days. (Hates on Tax Season and Hates on Me for procrastinating on doing my taxes).

Anyway, my nifty new Xander Mood Theme set is courtesy of kornpeep. If you want to snag it for yourself, go here. If you want to get a good look at what the whole thing looks like without downloading it, you've got to check out the pretty.

I promise I will get back to everyone who gave me feed back on Refugees on Sunset Boulevard over the next couple of days. I was trying to get this part out (that stupid lack of five minutes together thing I've been wrestling for two weeks). I feel so cut off from all of you. I've barely had time to look at my FList.

Plus, the time change is hell on my sleep schedule. I can't seem to wrap my head around it.

I just want everyone to know, that the main points in this part really were written back in December. The fact that the timing between this and the current controversy over illegal immigration in the U.S. that has resulted in some pretty massive protests is just a weird quirk.

Also, you might notice a mention of Algeria here and some set up for that story (which I also owe). I do still plan to write it, but not until I'm done with Water Hold Me Down. I even have a title for the Algeria story: Midnight's Clear. Don't know if I'll keep it, but that's the working title. 

You might be interested to know, that naming this story Facing the Heart in Darkness was a last-minute decision. The original working title was In a Culture of Masks as a reference to Dogon Country in Mali (where Dave is located), but the title was changed when I changed part of the story's setting from there and kept it closer to Djenné.

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Continued from Part 32.

“If we’re done talking about my life of occasional crime in the name of truth, justice, and not getting eaten by the minions of whatever big bad decided to take over world starting with my hometown, I’d like to go back to Gao,” Mr. Harris said.

( The war we fight is not against powers and principalities. It is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope and the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender... )

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Continued from Part 31.

Mr. Harris wasn’t insulted, most likely because he did not understand my reference. “Maybe. Maybe not. All I can tell you is that once I started paying attention to the moments that come after, I haven’t been wrong yet about anyone.”

I studied Mr. Harris a moment before saying, “Well, I look forward to seeing this principle of yours applied to a real-life situation.”

Mr. Harris grinned. “I’ll see what I can do about giving you a practical demonstration.”

( I don't want you to be sorry. I don't need your pity. I don't need anybody's pity. All I know is that I'm tired of being controlled. Controlled by others, by fear, by my past, by what everybody else expects of me... )

My Remix is done and coded. All I can do is let it stew so I can do a final read-through with fresh eyes and to test the final coding on it. My test coding looked good, but there are a couple of word choices I have to play with, which means more testing of the coding before I'm completely happy with it.

And yes, I wrote it in less than 20 pages. Shut up. I'm capable. Not often, but I'm capable.


( Remix Nail-Biting )
Also, it's looking like it's workaholic week for me, aka, project on a tight deadline. So, between the irritating slight sinus headache indicating that spring is indeed here (not complaining too loudly...I'll take the sinus headaches over the hellish allergy reactions I used to get when I was younger) and the hours I expect to rack up, I'm not sure I'll get a part in every night. I'll try my best, though.


( Sex At Work! )


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Continued from Part 30.

Although I was not fond of my current tactic of overhearing conversations, I had to admit that it had borne some excellent fruit. However, I had much to think about before I could use any of the information to further my own goals.

( I always say, 'When you reduce a family tree to a family bush, you just can't hide as much beneath it...' )

This is my "Friday" post a little late. I have to work on heavily editing my Remix entry, so odds are I won't be posting anything until Wednesday or so.


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Continued from Part 29.

I didn’t bother to wash, and instead simply threw on my clothes from the day before. I was out the door within 10 minutes. As I crossed the open space to the medical tent, I saw Mr. Harris standing in the doorway of his hut. He was watching me with the threatening eye of a hungry wolf.

FYI: No geckos were harmed in the writing of this part.

For the Scatterlings and Orphanages Africander Fiction Challenge by ludditerobot.

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Continued from Part 28.

As I prepared to make my escape under the cover of the noise and darkness, I heard Dave say, “Just so you know. We’re cool.”

Mr. Harris sounded very relieved when he said, “Good.”

( There's nothing about that in the literature... )