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thebestseller) wrote2010-02-23 01:52 pm
thebestseller) wrote2010-02-23 01:52 pm
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Chapter 12. She comes in colors everywhere
[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...
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...
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Oh! Maybe we could[ooc: Started writing the above after Derrick mentioned it protecting him in his hour of need and scratched out after he said he didn't want to put himself in mortal danger.]
Right, of course, we wouldn't want that.
Hmm, it's possible. Try holding the quill up and willing the weather to change. You might have to chant something. And you'll probably need to do it outside.
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