Chapter 12. She comes in colors everywhere

[thebestseller]

[Referencing Derrick's mysterious delivery as noted here. Just- pretend the first sentence is changing color as he writes.]

Hey, whoever gave me this nifty quill pen and the ink? You're a peach.

[There's a pause as Derrick grabs a normal pen and switches back to ordinary ink.]

Don't want to waste the stuff, though. And the note you left with it doesn't make much sense. WHAT "coming storm", and how is spiffy color-changing ink going to help me with it? Unless sometime's trying to pull my leg and make me THINK it's about something. Quite a conundrum.

Perhaps I can make a special edition of "Our Friend Nannerpus" with this ink...

Comments

Stigmata's writing :|b

[bridewannabe.livejournal.com]

"After the calm comes the storm", maybe.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. I wonder what kind of storm, though...?

[bridewannabe.livejournal.com]

I don't know. It's the first thing that came to mind.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping it just means a snowstorm myself. Maybe more champagne rain. That would be fabulous.

[bridewannabe.livejournal.com]

[Oh that wishful thinking.] We had snow, but no snowstorm, I think...

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Maybe it'll rain beer next, then. Or snow popsicles.