Round 13, Hour 16

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Hour 16! According to the newly revised Zodiac, this is the Hour of Espresso. Those awoken under the Hour of Espresso tend to be jittery and easily startled.

How did the last hour go? What's going to happen next? Don't keep me in suspense!

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[lolmac]

Huh. I apparently managed to squeeze out about 400 words last night. And I think I know where the story is going. Cool! That's a major improvement!

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Sweet! That is always a moment of joy. And I just know the story's going somewhere awesome.

[lolmac]

*toedirt* Well, I like the direction so far, even though Mac is unlikely to end up waterlogged. Maybe you can soak Illya down instead.

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It could happen! I actually finished revising one of the "chunks" of the novella this morning accidentally, and very possibly that means there will be MfU this afternoon.

But you know, if you could spare a bucket of water for Mac that'd be lovely.

[lolmac]

Well, it won't fit in with the story, so it'll have to be commentfic.

The first thing Mac noticed, waking up on his fourth day at the dig, was that it was quiet. As in, way too quiet. Empty quiet. Bad quiet.

He stumbled out into the bright morning sunshine, blinking and running a hand through his already wild hair. He stared in confusion at the doorway, complete with door, that had suddenly appeared in front of him.

What the heck is a door doin’ here in the middle of an archeological site in rural Cyprus? Unable to resist the obvious trap, Mac turned the knob and pushed the door open.

A bucketful of water cascaded over him from the cunningly contrived Rube Goldberg device on the other side. Fortunately, the water had had time to grow comfortably warm in the aforementioned bright sunshine. Mac let out a whoop of surprise and jumped back through the doorway. He was soaked to the skin, his charmingly grubby formerly white t-shirt was almost transparent from the water, and his jeans looked as if they had been spray-painted on, and the paint was still wet.

He could hear the squeals and giggles from the fangirls lurking amongst the rocks of the landscape that was supposed to be Cyprus but looked a lot like southern California. Still, at least it didn’t look like British Columbia. That would have been much colder. And sillier.

“Aw, man,” he grumbled, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes. He stripped off the soaking t-shirt and started to wring it out. He called out, “Just get this door outta here before the scene actually starts, okay? It’s gonna be in the way.”

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THAT was a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Snicker. I'd so be lurking in those rocks.

[lolmac]

Plenty of room! You'll have to help me strike the door, though, now that we're finished.

And Mac looks as if he's plotting revenge.

And he's armed with a wet t-shirt and a lot of exposed torso.

We're doomed. *g*

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I think I can handle the peril.

[primsong.livejournal.com]

British Columbia would have definitely been sillier. X-D But at least then he could have armed himself with pine-cones.

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Any time someone comments on this story it pops back up in my inbox so I can read it again and giggle. Yes, pinecones would be a diabolical anti-fangirl defense system!

[chibifukurou]

Up to 1,600 so I didn't get much done

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Any words added are better than none!

[lolmac]

That's great progress overall! Good going!