Round 18, Hour 31

[lothithil.livejournal.com]

Here we are at hour 31 of the Fic_Rush. I have two cats, asleep, at my right hand, a sweating glass of pomegranate soda on my left, and hours to go before I sleep.

And another penguin melting on my desk.

Rico:
Urg! Ack! Hork!
... mumble...

Translation:
Hope the writing is going well. The night (at my current position on the globe) is good for writing... no interruptions. There's a lightning storm brewing over the central plains. I can smell ozone.

... or that could be the dynamite I ate earlier...