oh my gosh, what am I doing

[interspace]

You're very excited. I get that, it's awesome! One little idea, a tweak to the tried and true formula, and you're off like a rocket. Simple pleasures for simple minds—okay, okay, I'm kidding. You have fantastic taste in old muses to pick up and dust off, though, and I appreciate the effort.

But a sugar glider? Isn't that touching a little too close to cosmic irony? Not... that it isn't my entire life already. So, okay, never mind. At least I'll get to keep doing the checking-other-worlds thing, which is the part I'd be most worried about. Like I said, good taste.

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[quixotically]

If it makes you feel any better, if I get sent to that place, I'm apparently getting a bunny.

[interspace]

Bunnies are cute. Are you secretly an adorable herbivore with a horrible temper?

[quixotically]

I don't think I have a horrible temper. [:c] It's a good thing no one back home would be able to see him. Her. It. Whatever. No one would ever take me seriously again.

[interspace]

Him, I think, unless you're one of those special chosen ones with the weirdo everything. Mine's a him. Finn. I don't know about that, though, rabbits can be vicious.

[borrowingtime]

Yeah I dunno, the writers just really fucking like giving us stupidly adorable daemons for some reason. Like, oh oops your spirit animal is Nyancat, congratulations, now everyone around you gets to feel secondhand embarrassment.

[interspace]

Oh my God, Nyancat. I'd almost forgotten about him, for shame self. Would he come with his own soundtrack?

[borrowingtime]

Yes. Everywhere you go, it's the Nyancat song. Endless loop. Forever.

[interspace]

Its secret power is to drive everyone else insane and create more Nyancats. Nyancat Collective.

[eightdead]

Sugar glider's not bad. Small. He can fit in your pocket and stay out of the way.

[interspace]

That's definitely the upside. Somehow, though, I don't think he'll be happy with me doing all the flying for the both of us.

[eightdead]

[A thoughtful pause.]

Gliding would be rather painful. That annoying invisible little tug.

[interspace]

Short distances would be cool. Like, he could hide in a nearby rafter and come out to spook people, right? But he wouldn't keep up with me, which is a huge shame.

[thirtysilverpieces]

Hey, kid, at least you've got a daemon who can ride you instead of the other way around. I got a mangy-looking horse.

And I'm not even being sent in that direction.

[interspace]

So how does that work? Are you just from there already? And, hey, what's wrong with having a dæmon who can give you a lift?

[thirtysilverpieces]

Besides the fact he can barely fit through doors? Have you ever seen a horse walk up a set of stairs?

Nope, I'm from somewhere else. She just likes using the 'application' to figure out how else she's going to make my life Hell.

[interspace]

I'm sure there's a video on the internet somewhere.

Oh, right. Writing exercise. Isn't that a good thing she has you pegged? She won't make you all out of character or something?

[whatsupcroc]

You were doing that before?

[interspace]

You ever heard of a life mission? The kind you'd devote your whole life to finishing if you had to?

[whatsupcroc]

No, but -- kind of?

[rageangelic]

But you have to admit, it'd be adorable cosmic irony.

[interspace]

And you have to admit I've already got that pretty well covered.

[rageangelic]

True, true, but most people aren't as well off as you are in that department. My soul for example, shall I ever make my way there and get it ripped out violently, would be Frankenstein's monster in frighteningly adorable jackal/bird form. Or just plain frightening. I'm not quite sure yet.

[fix]

Checking other what now? I think I've heard that story somewhere else...

[interspace]

Other worlds. That's the gimmick of the place I'd be going to. Where have you heard it?

[fix]

...looks like a cool place.

Oh, you know; story of your life, story of my life. I'm sure we both have our reasons.