Thinking about apping her at multiversal.

[quiescence]

Hey you. Yeah, you. It's me, Felicia, the girl that's been rattling around in your brain for the last couple months. I'm glad you finally settled down on my story especially since you had my face since forever. Good job. Can't say you aren't capable of doing anything now.

One problem, though. You want to send me where? There? Really? And on my birthday too? What did I ever do to you? And don't tell me it's no different than my world just because we have witches and monsters and shit like that. There's a difference between there and Brooklyn. Real big difference.

Comments

I can type.

[altitude]

Well, that's further than some of our writers got before apping. [ If text could be a pointed stare.

And after an awkward moment; ] ... Good luck talking yours down.

[quiescence]

I think I have as much of a chance of talking her down than I do making her send me somewhere else.

Granted, she hasn't started the application yet so maybe I still have a chance.

[altitude]

Nothing's impossible, really. Just highly unlikely.

Any way you could distract her?

[quiescence]

I could make the application hard for her, but then she says she'll really throw me to the wolves.

[altitude]

Sounds about right, unfortunately. ... Would say it can't be that bad, if that wouldn't be a giant lie.

[quiescence]

I'm pretty sure she would find a place with wolves. Or make one herself.

[altitude]

Crazed, invincible, zombie wolves, probably. Since that's, apparently, awesome.

[fish]

You can always try again.

Just sayin.

[altitude]

Kind of like it when she doesn't try. Perpetual night's enough right now.