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A little over a year ago, a perfectly ordinary (but unusually tall) human was diagnosed with breast cancer. But, a few weeks before that, she had to undergo a surgical biopsy. Because the procedure was surgery and general anesthesia would be used, she needed someone to drive her to/from the hospital. She asked her long time boyfriend to drive her. The boyfriend lived about four hours away, but he said he would. The night before the surgery, the boyfriend didn't show up. The human called him and… Continue

WHAT THE FUCK?!? Just when I was starting to cool down a little I read a blog post that says I was essentially thrown out of Babbage FOR BEING TOO NICE AND TOO WELCOMING! My typist worked in a maximum security prison for ten years. Believe me, I know how to be a raging bitch when I feel like it, and right now I feel like it. ALL Tenk had to fucking say was that he didn't like the idea of PIPER and I would have withdrawn the offer of my basement. But, nooooo.... Seriously, WHAT THE… Continue

Mara had been warned that magic isn't as strong in Clockhaven as it was in Wheatstone. But, she needed more room for the soup kitchen. So, she moved anyway. The very day that they moved in, Creeky Gloom walked right in and made off with Gil. A man with guns also walked right in. Malcolm tried to set wards to protect the building, but Underby got in anyway and upset Tenk and Lo. It is becoming clear that wards wouldn't be enough to protect her home and the ones she loves.

Mara and Malcolm were a… Continue

The young Sidhe laddled up some lamb stew, added a hot roll with lots of butter, and carefully carried it up three flights of stairs to her roof. On the roof grew her herbal gardens. A couple of bunny rabbits hopped around completely oblivious to the fact that one day they would be served up in her stew. On the far corner of the roof stood a tent and a campfire. The sidhe's marriage contract stated that she only had to "share a roof" with her husband during Beltane and Samhain. Mara hadn'… Continue

The young elf wasn't even awake when she heard the bells. Not even bothering to lift her head, she mumbled, "Yes, Grandmother?"

A female voice seemed to come out of nowhere, "Mara! I am hearing disturbing things about Babbage yet again! I want you to come home!"

Finally raising her head from the pillow, she faced the mirror where the image of a rust haired woman appearing far too young to be anyone's grandmother was. But, in fact, the woman was thousands of years old. Once worshipped as a godd… Continue