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Okay. I have my notes, a rough outline, a solid introduction, and a plan to acquire massive amounts of caffeine later in the day. Princess Arjumand, draft #1, chapter #1, here I come. Friendslist, expect massive amounts of spam. Alternatively, mutually enabling procrastination: leave me commentspam (bonus points for drabbles or pictures of hot people!), or continue asking my RP characters questions.
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I'm serious, though, what is that bath picture from and where can I get it. And why is it all... you know, sleek and silvery and reflective and... flash.
And:
Raguel tests the temperature of his beer with a scowl, then punches in the number for the closest pizza place again. Still no dial tone. He wonders, vaguely, if all their little... alterations, every pizza miraculously delivered on-time and piping hot during rush hour, has finally triggered some sort of localised rupture in reality, or whether Giancomo's has simply had enough.
A voice drifts in from the expensive living-room, over the sound of rummaging in the expensive entertainment unit underneath the expensive television.
"Have you seen the remote?"
Raguel hangs up, annoyed; registers the question; looks at the device in his hand.
Sploosh.
"No."
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I think the picture is from a movie called Breaking Up, which I've never seen because apparently it's awful, though that never stopped me before. I think mainly because the premise sounds incredibly depressing. I like your version better. And I thought the film was too old for use in screencapping/vidding/etc. But WHATEVER. I'd never seen this picture before today, so I think my mind is changing. ;)
*cracks up again*