Brrrrrr

*Docs have set up a tent with blankets and are huddling under there with the Martys and Jennifers and a space heater of some sort* Careful, don't burn the house down.
-D: We've got the situation under control, don't worry.-
-M: *roasting marshmallow over it* Yeah, we're good Vic.-
Glad to hear it. It's chilly here, folks -- 17 degrees with the windchill when I headed to work this morning. Luckily it's supposed to warm back up over the weekend.
-VD: Good. I don't like feeling as if parts of my body are going to freeze off.-
-RPD: Yet another advantage of being dead.-
-TD: Yes, lord your incoporality over us. Perhaps we won't finish that ressurection machine for you.-
-RPD: Well, there's plenty of disadvantages. *eyes HatterDoc's tea* I rather miss eating. . .-
-HD: Don't worry, we'll have you right soon.-
That's very nice of you guys, to build something to bring him back now that Aaron's gone to piss up a rope.
-VD2: Still pissed about that?-
He's such an emo kid. *grumblemutter* I just wish I had a clearer picture of what the hell happened between him and Blind Spot. God knows where the latter is anyway. *sigh* Is there one fandom free of wank? Even Girl Genius had a recent mini-reader mutiny (a good number of people were getting sick of Lucrezia -- though she's gone now, yay!)
-VM: I thought you loved wank. You like Harry Potter, don't you?-
Okay, okay, so I read sporkings. . . .

( On To Pleasanter Things )

Okay, time to get to work writing -- I have a vague idea for the backtothefanfic challenge story, and I'm gonna rewrite the Christmas prompt so you can tell who the heck's talking -- even I didn't really know before.
-D: And finish the "Time Mix-Up" page.-
That too. Lots to do, lots to do. . . . At least the Christmas picture is coming along ok.
-OD: Still need to fit the last three of us in there.-
I'll figure out something.