Look at me, I'm made of wonderful, wonderful

RICHARD CASTLE

[[OOC: The following is added later.]] That's my name, don't wear it out.

Don't everyone come clamoring for my autograph, now. I am trying to stay as humble and down-to-earth as I possibly can.

Oh, and nobody go down to the Wilderness with Charger. Stupid cheese-for-brains ditched me.

Sphere, I am disappoint. I expected loads and loads of ball jokes this go round. Do I have to start listing them myself? Don't let me down.

Or are you too busy dodging the things and having swordfights on the pirate ship?

Well, Genius and I are both old ladies now, so at least we're in good company.

He hasn't stopped screaming for, like, 10 minutes.

[Derrick is his mother, Martha Rodgers.]

Attention to all my friends, peers and would-be stalkers:

Yes, I have talked to Promise, and yes, she knows she's my daughter now.

So you can stop talking about me or whatever the heck else it is you're doing.

Now Genius just needs to get his dorky butt back here and I can breathe easy.

You know, I think Elvis is responsible for all this crap. Let's find him if he stops vanishing into thin air every time you try to get a good look at him.

... but check and see if it's me first, okay? I found a nice rhinestone suit in my closet this morning in place of my normal clothes. Stylish, but doesn't do much to hide my martini gut. I also walked out my bedroom door this morning and right into a barrier of duct tape.

Now that's what I call a sticky situation.

[Yes, Derrick has an opinion on Youth vanishing and on everything else happening, but he's not sharing here. You know him- he jokes to cope when bad things happen.]

If anyone cares, I'm gonna be at the Hatchery for a while. Volunteered for some extra shifts.

No interest in going down to that city.

Man-twin, pack up your bags. I, among others, have joined the elite ranks of the Guides and now have the illustrious job of welcoming naked people to this crazy hippie commune.

Which means we now get CUSHY SECTION 4 DIGS. Heat. Air. SPACE in which you can conduct your science and play with your star-friend. Let's get going already and into the lap of luxury.

[Hastily added in.]

Boss. Buddy. Pal. Section 4 only has two bedrooms, I'm afraid. So unless you like couches...

Promise was my daughter.

She was here for months. My daughter was here, I spoke to her and had no idea who she was. No idea.

Now she's gone.

[There's a long pause.]

I really, really don't know how to feel about that.

Sooo- who's this mysterious Spade that bid on a date with yours truly and has yet to cash in? Don't be shy, I don't bite. Often. Or very hard, come to think of it. I'm even fine going for coffee and discussing the finer points of life inside this crazy hippie commune.

Speaking of life inside this crazy hippie commune, I'm hard at work on my next books. One'll be a short story centered on the tumultuous love life of a man called Rusher. Who's totally a completely original character, I swear it. And the rousing success of "Our Friend Nannerpus" has inspired a sequel featuring that lovely huggy pink sea monster, Bernard. If you're all good, you'll get a preview soon.