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.

[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.

[eightdead]

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

[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.

[interspace]

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

[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.

[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]

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.

[quixotically]

I think mine's a him, too. We're not sure what his name is yet. I like "Delmarche," though. March for short. Fits my lifestyle pretty well.

There's so much to be wary of back home, things that are bigger and meaner than rabbits. Maybe if my dæmon was a nightstalker or a deathclaw or something...

[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?

[borrowingtime]

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

[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]

Like the March Hare? Appropriate. Finn is short for Fionntán, which is... not the kind of name I was expecting from my subconscious? But whatever. It works, I like it.

You should look up wolves in sheep's clothing. Rabbit clothing.

[eightdead]

Flying's a useful skill around here. You'll probably become pretty popular.

[interspace]

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

[interspace]

I've had enough of popular. Any way I could help without the fame?

[quixotically]

March Hare? [Have a blank look. Coming from post-apocalyptic America makes reading pre-War books a bitch.]

And, um. What's a "sheep"?

[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?

[eightdead]

Welp, you could always just not advertise it and work strictly with the Company.

[thirtysilverpieces]

On the what?

Sure, if you look at it that way. I think of it more as her being sadistic. I've had her pretty well cockblocked for a while now, though, so--eh.

[interspace]

Friends with the Mad Hatter. Lives in a little place called Wonderland. Pretty entertaining, at least.

... uh, oh, uh. It's a mammal that grows really thick fur people shear off to make clothes and stuff. Wool. Pretty harmless, and there's a couple of stories about wolves preying on them because all they have for protection are human shepherds.

[interspace]

Sounds like an idea, but I'll keep my ear to the ground for others. Working for a Company over working to help people doesn't sound much better.