July 30th, 2006

Julia in color - xanadumalion

Purpose

Julia gave a small, almost bitter laugh. "Do you know what it's like? All of a sudden having a purpose? All these years... I'd given up on myself. At the ripe old age of twelve, I gave up on ever being anything, being anyone. On ever having a life worth living."

"But you never tried to kill yourself, did you?"

"I'm not a quitter." She looked off into the distance, took a sip of coffee. "I didn't know what I was living for, but damned if I was going to give up. If I gave up, they'd win - my foster father, and people like him."

"So now you have something to live for."

She looked directly at him. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't want this. Something, maybe, yeah. But I never wanted to be responsible for anyone else. And now I'm responsible for an entire race. And there's no way to walk away from it. I have a purpose, and I'm stuck with it."

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C'mon, y'all! *poke* *poke* *wait* *poke*

I'm alert! The world needs more lerts!

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Some things can't be fixed

Listen

She collapsed into the chair opposite him, obviously exhausted from dancing, and he tensed. Week after week she did this. When will she realize she's never going to get anything out of me?

She smiled coquettishly. "How are you tonight, Ryan?"

"Doing well?"

"Want to dance?"

"No, Alanna."

Little flare of her eyes, and she turned pointedly to watch the dancers.

Don't ask, don't ask... "Why are you here?" Damn. Never can manage to keep my damn mouth shut, when it's just me and her.

She turned back to him, surprised. "I like to dance."

"I didn't mean here at Need. I meant here at my table." She only cocked her head to the side, so he continued. "You always come to me. You always ask me to dance. I always say no. And then the next time, you replay the whole thing. Why?"

"Because someday, you might say yes."

He looked at her across the table. "I don't think I will."

"You might."

"Alanna... we're not friends. I have sworn fealty to you as Lishaya. But that doesn't mean I have to dance with you." Does it?

She looked down, then back up, suddenly looking lost. "No. But..."

"Alanna! There you are."

The cold veneer slipped back into place, so quickly that Ryan doubted that what he'd seen was real. "Jeramie," she nodded coolly.

"Time to go home, princess." Jeramie nodded in Ryan's direction as he gave a proprietary touch to Alanna's arm. She rose, turning away from Ryan quickly, and they left him alone with his thoughts.

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The bitch of it is that if Ryan had listened to her, a lot of shit would have been prevented. Not just here - she tries for years.

I'm still not sure if Ryan will ever know that.

I know Julia will.

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Julia in color - xanadumalion

Moving

Little girl with a big backpack, walkman, tension in her shoulders. Not the usual hitchhiker. But there she was at the truck stop, sipping at a styrofoam cup of coffee, giving measuring looks to everyone she saw.

He stopped in front of her. "Hey, kid. Need a ride?"

She looked at him. No - looked into him. It was the damnedest feeling... suddenly, he just felt transparent.

And she nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Where you headed?"

"Don't care. Just as long as I keep moving."

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Julia, at about age 13? 14?

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Alanna & Jeramie

Mask

He watches from inside me - he always has. He has hollowed me out. He has become my substance.

He has poisoned everything.

Dark and bitter and cold and ancient.

I used to try to fight him, to control my own actions, but he has been too strong for years now.

(And to tell the truth, I rather like it now. All the baser instincts explored, every illicit desire fulfilled, and it's not my doing, not my fault. It's him. All I can do is sit back and tolerate it.)

(Sit back and enjoy it.)

He wears me like a mask. And for all my struggles, I no longer mind.

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Okay, no one who reads nanosong is surprised that I picked this character for "mask"...

irana's doing the prompts along with me now. She'll likely post when she gets home. Her laptop can't get on our network.

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The official quote of the evening: "You're hiding? From fellatio?!?"
Hearth

Layers

Me to irana: "Ogres have layers. Onions have layers."

irana: "Uh-huh."

Me: "You know what else has layers?"

irana: "What?"

Me: "Parfait."

I start to giggle helplessly.

irana: "Yes. Yes, it does."

Me: "Everybody loves parfait." *gigglefit*

irana: "Okay, you need to post that."

Hi. I'm not really hilarious right now, but I sure seem like it to me.
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Hearth

Kitten

Kaylin laughed and eagerly followed the kitten as it explored the apartment, conveniently ignoring the heated converstion among the adults.

"You can't just come in here and give her a pet, Griffin." Doodle ran a hand through his hair, exasperated, keeping an eye on Kaylin.

"It's a gift. I've missed a lot of birthdays."

"Yeah. You have. A lot of birthdays, a lot of Christmases."

"Well, I'm back now."

"The hell you are. You can't expect to just be allowed into her life after all this time."

"I don't see why not."

"You are not her father, Griffin. You're not her father, and you're not her guardian."

"And what if I want to be?" Griffin asked quietly.

Doodle stared at him in sheer disbelief. Kaylin's laugh echoed from her bedroom. For my part, I wanted nothing more than to be elsewhere.

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irana's going home. Bye, irana!

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...mahna mahna.
Capri - xanadumalion

Coffee

(I'm at the point where even the word "coffee" brings up sexual associations. So I'm just going to dance around for a while, and give you this, from Victor's story. This is not long after Capri's recovery from the Purges. There's coffee in it.)

He entered the lobby, sipping his coffee, paper bag in his other hand, and was startled by a flash of red in his peripheral vision. He walked briskly around the corner to see Capri. Poor scared little thing. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was him. “Victor, hi.”

“Hey, kiddo. Not trusting the shields yet?”

She looked a little embarrassed. “I guess. I still… I hear someone come in, I get spooked.”

“Hey,” he said quietly. She looked up, big blue eyes in that delicate little face. “We’ll keep you safe.”

She half-smiled and ducked her head down. “I know.”

“I know it’s hard not to worry.”

“Yeah.” Shifting from one foot to the other, she changed the subject. “What’re you doing out so early, anyway?”

“Ah.” He blushed. “I was not in last night.”

“On duty all night?”

“No, I… was with a lady friend, if you must know.” He started walking toward the dining hall, knowing that she would follow.

“You have a girlfriend!”

He paused and looked pack at her. How much did I know about this stuff when I was thirteen? “Not a girlfriend, really. Just a friend who I’m close to.”

“Victor! Did you have sex?”

He nearly choked on his coffee as he spun to look at her. She looked avid, happy, sparkling. Gods below. How did I get into this? “I – yes. Yes, I did.”

“Was it your first time?”

“No,” he replied faintly.

“Do you think she’ll become your girlfriend? Do you think you’ll marry her?”

“Gods, Capri – I don’t know!”

“Am I pushing you?”

That was quiet. A total change of tone. He looked back at her again. Dejected, this time. “Honey, no,” he said softly.

“I know I can be pushy. I just – I don’t get out much.”

“We’re the only people you get to talk to, so you extract the maximum amount of information, huh?”

She nodded. “And I don’t want to bug you. I don’t want people annoyed with me.”

“I’m not annoyed. I’m just sort of flustered. I didn’t really expect to be talking about sex.”

It was her turn to blush, almost as deep a red as her hair. “Sorry. I’m just curious.”

“I don’t mind you being curious, Capri. It’s just that you’re only thirteen, and I don’t know how appropriate it is for me to be discussing my sex life with you.”

She paused, clearly wanting to say something. Expressions warred on her face, eventually settling on frustration. She nodded. “Okay.”

“So. Wanna talk about something else?”

She shrugged. “What’s in the bag?”

“Muffins from Tyka’s.”

Her face lit up. “Oh, I remember her muffins! Which ones do you have?”

“Cinnamon oat bran.”

“My favorite,” she sighed wistfully.

He pulled one out and handed it to her with a half-bow. “For you, then, milady.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, looking down at the muffin.

“Capri?”

When she looked back up, her eyes were heavy with tears. “I didn’t think I’d ever get one again,” she whispered.

He took her hand. “Oh, Capri.”

“I just – I don’t know. I don’t know when I’m getting out, and I used to go there with my mom, and I – my old life is over, you know? And I thought Tyka’s muffins – I thought I’d never get them again.”

“Hey,” he said quietly, making her look up. “Listen. Whenever I spend the night with one of my, my lady friends… I will bring you coffee and a muffin in the morning. Okay?”

One of your lady friends? You have more than one?”

Victor rolled his eyes. “Not this again…"

“You’re a player,” she giggled.

“I am not,” he replied loftily. “I’m just popular.”

“You’re a tramp.”

“Eat your muffin, kid,” he said, mock-glaring.

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And yes, these two end up schtupping. And they both schtup Kieran. And there are threesomes. Kinky ones. And hi. Hot coffee and cold shower for the 'song.

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Hearth

Garden

(I know it doesn't *say* garden. But that's where it takes place, the gardens in the park.)

The blank page has always been my biggest obstacle. It can hold anything… put my scribblings down, and they’re permanent. And another page is gone. Are my pictures worthy of the paper used to make them?

I think too much about this stuff.

But I hesitate – one hand holding the sketchbook, the other hovering over the pile of colored pencils on the blanket beside me. What today?

“Hello, Jessamyn.”

I look up as he’s sitting down next to me. Jeramie, the Kithrayn of House L’Arath. Very cute. And very telepathic – I’d better not think about the cuteness too loudly. “Hi, Jeramie.”

He grins. “You know my name.”

“Of course! You’re Kithrayna.” There are only seven of them in the world, after all. One can’t live in Shayara and not know who they are.

“Ah,” he mock-sighs. “I was hoping it was more than that.”

Oh. I felt myself blushing. “Well. I’m surprised you know who I am!”

“You shouldn’t be. You know how much people talk about your resemblance to Tiala.”

Oh. That. “You know I’m not her, right?”

He nods, looking serious. “Thousands of years ago, I was Tiala na’Roth’s first lover. If you were her… I would know.”

“Good.”

“It pleases you? That I know you’re not her?”

The question takes me off guard a little. “Well… yes. It does. It feels like everyone’s expecting me to be her. And looking at me as possibly Tiala reborn, not as just me.”

“Hardly just you.”

I look at him, a little perplexed… and he touches the hand holding the sketchbook, very gently. A tiny surge runs through me, and I gasp, feeling slightly dizzy. “Jeramie?”

He nods, his eyes intent on mine. “Jessamyn… I would very much like to get to know you.”

Very dizzy. But warm, nice… “I – I’d like that too.”

“Oh, good,” he whispers… and he leans in and kisses me.

Another of those little surges runs through me, and oh, this must be what it is to have your body respond to someone. So warm and slow and beautiful, and I want more, want him…

And then…

I feel something else.

Something behind the kiss, behind his voice – something dark and cold and… mean. Something wrong.

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I thought you should know - she does not get eaten by the eels at this time.

You looked worried.

But this is the root of the seething hatred between Jeramie and Fenris - Jeramie tried to be Very Wrong with Jessa, and kept trying til the day she died...

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Julia in color - xanadumalion

Redemption

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Capri - xanadumalion

Friend

He looked up from the book to find her watching him shyly. "What is it, Miss Donnelly?"

She blushed. "I just - um-"

He sighed. "Tell me, child."

"Kieran says he saw you whipping a girl at Need." It came out in one long flow of words, and her fingertips flew to her mouth as if to stanch the tide.

Damn Kieran. "He did," he said carefully.

She moistened her lips. "Telenias - if that's why you said no - I - I like that sort of thing. I do it with Kieran. So if that's why you said no...?"

"No. I said no because you are far too young."

"I'm of age now!"

"You are. But I am old enough to be your father."

Her mouth opened, then swiftly closed. The thought flashed almost audible, and he sighed. "Yes, some men do like that. I am not one of them."

Her eyes flashed sullenly. "It isn't fair. I can't control my age."

"Life isn't fair, highness."

She laughed in spite of herself. "No, it's really not."

"You have many lovers, Miss Donnelly. You're not lonely of a night."

She shrugged, knowing that this was no criticism. "You intrigue me."

"Why?"

She leaned forward. "Telenias. Really. You must know that you're handsome. He waved a hand dismissively; she rolled her eyes and continued. "And you're very Dom, but not in an obvious way. And you know, you remember. And you keep separate from everyone else - no one gets to know you. I want to know you."

He regarded her, this intriguing child. Not truly a child - in a way, she'd come of age in the Purges, tender age or no.

Difficult, though, to reconcile her maturity with her appearance. At seventeen, he looked fourteen when she wasn't dressing to emphasize her figure. There was that in him that had an aversion to that.

Would that change, he wondered? In her twenties, in her thirties, would the gap in their ages cease to feel so large - would the woman she was poised to become draw him?

No way to tell. For right now, though, it would feel like taking advantage of a child.

"You can know me as a friend, Capri," he finally replied.

She beamed. "That'll do for now."

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Five more hours.

I'm dyin' over here.
Writing - XanaDuMalion

Book

Dear Jason,

I don't know why I address things to you, like they're letters. I know you intend this book to be a single document. I worry that I'm doing it wrong.

But that's me, right? Always just a little bit uncertain.

I think I'm getting over my uncertainty about being here, though. It's true to Shayara feels like Home - that a part of me was never complete, never at rest, until I came here. Is it this way for everyone? If so, why do you live so far away?

I can't believe I never asked this before, but I guess I never thought of it while I was there:

What is the purpose of the Sanctuary, this place so far away from Shayara, from Home?

Anyway. By now you know that the Talthar Kithrayna voted to find Julia. And you already know how apprehensive that makes me feel. I don't know what to hope for, Jason. I see this city under the Council's rule, and know it for wrong... but frankly, I'm terrified of Julia. I know what she was. None of us know what she's become.

This invitation is not something that can be taken back.

I don't know, Jason. That's pretty much my big preoccupation right now. That and finding a band to play in, and some other way to earn money if that doesn't work out soon. I'm not having any big, grand, cosmic thoughts on life, the universe, and everything... I often think that this book is wasted on me. But I guess you know what you're doing.

--Shawn

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Mahna mahna.

Showers help perkiness, but Adam's asleep, and I do not want to wake him! We'll save that for an absolute last resort.

I so totally want to write porn. It is really hard to not write porn right now.
Capri - xanadumalion

Labyrinth

Capri was curled up on the couch when he entered, huge bowl of popcorn on her lap, eyes fixed on the television. "What are you watching?"

She gave him a quick little grin. "Labyrinth."

"What, again?"

"I like Labyrinth."

"You like David Bowie."

"I like David Bowie's tights."

"Capri!"

"Oh, don't act so scandalized!"

"I just - don't need to hear that."

She pointed at the screen. "Look! David Bowie's balls!"

"Capri!"

"What?" she said, attempting innocence. "The glass balls. That he rotates."

"You are a test from the gods, I swear it."

As he reached his room, he thought her heard her add quietly, "I like Jennifer Connelly, too." But he dismissed it as coming from his side of the soulbond.

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So. Fucking. Tired.

And the cat is looking at me like "Uh, Mom? When are you going to bed? I wanted to sleepsnuggle you."
Writing - XanaDuMalion

Surprise

I like to watch him train in the dojo. I like watching him anywhere, really – in the few classes we have together, or at movie night – but I like this best of all. Usually, he’s so conscious of being watched, of feeling like the mutt, as he puts it, that he bristles all over. But here…

Here, Seth is himself. Completely, wonderfully himself. Here, he moves without awareness of the world around him – moves smoothly, swiftly, through katas, fluid and graceful and at home in his body, thick braid moving ribbonlike behind him.

I’m surprised no one else watches him. Surprised and glad, for he’d surely notice a crowd of drooling girls! But surprised that he hasn’t developed a fan club, that no one else is interested…

Interested.

Am I interested?

Seth is my friend. Becoming my good friend. But, watching him, I am acutely aware of his body in a way that I’ve never been before. Before, I was just admiring how comfortable he was. Now, my eye is drawn to the beauty there – muscular arms, strong legs, broad chest…

I’ve given him brief hugs hello and goodbye… but now I wonder how it would feel to nestle against that chest for a while, tangle my fingers in the chest hair that, judging my his arms, he must have in abundance. What it might feel like to kiss him…

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the Seth in my imagination replace the Seth in the dojo. Gods. Kissing Seth… my breath catches at the image, and suddenly it’s all I want in the world, and it feels like all I’ve ever wanted.

I open my eyes, and he’s watching me, a puzzled look on his face as he shakes his hands out. I blush deep scarlet and manage a wave… he waves back with a small smile.

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From Capri to Capri's parents...

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Hi! This is freakin' brutal.

I'm actually pondering dropping my theme... my brain is getting too foggy.

Pro: Less pressure on myself.
Con: I want to prove that I can do it.

But I need to remember that I *am* on brain-deadening drugs. So it is an accomplishment even that I'm still here.

Hrm.
Hearth

Secret

They bring her up, place her on my chest… we’re both gasping.

And she looks up at me.

Her eyes are bigger than the world.

Oceans of blue, warm soft blue… and I know it’s impossible, but she’s looking at me like she recognizes me. Tiny little head bobbling about, trying to take everything in, make sense of everything.

Her first cry is not from birth trauma. It’s from being unable to explore! It’s the frustration of not knowing everything she wants to know right now. Oh, gods, she is so like me, and I laugh from the joy of it…

I palm her tiny head, and she looks back up at me, wail interrupted. “Hi,” I whisper.

She blinks, emotions unformed and surging through her. And for the first time, I notice her hair… tiny sweet wisps of vivid red. Seth’s hair. Oh, goodness. You’ll be the worst-kept secret in Shayara, tiny love. “Hi,” I whisper again, grinning like a fool. “Your name is Capri Sara Donnelly. And I’m your mommy.”


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I swear, anyone would think Capri's the main character. I guess she is tonight.


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...I am so nauseous.

3 hours...
Writing - XanaDuMalion

Gatekeeper

The Sanctuary lies in the middle of the desert, shielded from all humans. It is invisible on radar. It is completely undetectable by any who do not have Dasaroi blood.

Shayara is much the same... but its shields are far more elaborate. Bus drivers, postmen, delivery trucks can pull up to the city gates - the drivers know to unload their passengers and goods, but within minutes of departing, they forget that they were ever there. Those with Dasaroi blood, however, are drawn to Shayara - a call they feel deep in their bones.

Within the city, the Tower's shields are less elaborate, but more complex - the Tower itself is clearly visible. But when you leave, you forget that one particular person resides within.

And the castle at the heart of the city keeps out everyone but the Lishaya.

And all of these shields were created, are maintained, by one man.

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Okay, I have update windows up to type in for all of the remaining posts. That makes it easier - makes it quantifiable. See? Only those few windows!

I can do this. Five more words, five more pieces of story.

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Vertebra - thoracic

Laboratory

Katrianna cleaned her tools meticulously, and placed everything back where it belonged.

How could you?

That's what the subject had asked, right before she'd put him under. He'd pled. He had not understood.

How could you?

She had given up on trying to explain to them. They could not seem to understand that this was for the good of all Dasaroi, that they must suffer briefly that their cousins cease suffering at all.

I am very close to an answer. I know I am. To the secret of immortality, and to unlocking the fullness of their powers. That was an experiment she dared not do on one of the test subjects, though - too much risk. Hm. Perhaps a Taraki, or a Keleyn - someone whose powers posed no threat, had no offensive capabilities.

She realized that she'd been standing motionless in the middle of the laboratory - with a start, she shook herself free of her musings.

How could you?

I must.

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It's officially morning now. Light outside. I could take a walk, if my route took less than half an hour; alas, it does not.

Behold! Capri, entranced by David Bowie's balls!


Art, as always, by the phenomenal m0usegrrl...
Hearth

Dandelion

She had always blown from place to place like a dandelion seed, like a tumbleweed... years and years before she found any place she wanted to stay.

Until Vegas. Until Doodle and Kaylin.

This had been a home for her.

And tonight she would pay the price... and if Martin was right, having paid the price, she would be unable to stay.

But it was her or Kaylin.

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My brain is seriously maxed out. And so is my body.

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Writing - XanaDuMalion

Promise

I watch Ray move, remember how I used to watch Seth. Fenris. Seems like forever ago, not just a few short years. So much has changed…

I fold my hand into a half-fist over my heart, feeling suddenly hollow. I’ve lost him. I never thought I’d lose him.

I hear an astonished laugh, and look up just in time to keep from being bowled over. Ray lifts me, swings me, and I laugh with him… I laugh for the first time in weeks. “Ray!”

“Jessa! Gods, Jessa – you came back!”

He sets me down, and I look up at him. I was so innocent when I told him that. “I promised,” I reply, quiet but smiling.

Jeff claps Ray on the back, grinning. “I told you she would.”

“Hey, Jeff!”

“Hey, little one.” He hugs me, firmly but not back-breaking – affection without Ray’s heedless jubilance.

Ray is bouncing on his heels. “Jeff, could you-“

“Take your class. Yes. Go.” He smiles at Ray, and I feel his love for him.

Home. I’m home.

Ray pauses before he takes my hand. The hug is our old greeting. This is new – and while it may look more casual, it’s far more intimate. He looks down at me, and I squeeze his hand; he relaxes and leads me from the dojo. Goodness gracious. Ray… I’d forgotten how handsome Ray was. So different from Seth, so different from Marcus. “All grown up, now, Jessa…?”

“I was grown up before I left!” Fevered nights and days with Seth in my room, in his, in the forest…

“But you were still my student.”

I stop him and raise his hand to my lips, kissing his knuckles softly as I look steadily into uncertain aqua eyes. “I’m not your student anymore, Ray.”

The uncertainty resolves, and his smile spreads… and he pulls me in close, holding me. I relax into his arms. Thank you…


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This is Blogathon 2006. I'm posting every half hour for 24 hours, to raise money for RAINN.

We're still at $2,755.60! Let's see if we can push it to $3,000!

Remember, every dollar facilitates one phone call to RAINN's hotline.

Sponsor Me!
Alanna & Jeramie

Drained

She lay in the very center of her bed, completely drained, praying to just be left alone. She had spent another late night with Jeramie, and then a session with the Council all morning - it had taxed her gifts to their fullest.

This happened more and more often these days - simply running out of the energy that should be an infinitely renewable source. Not even the drugs helped anymore.

Perhaps more drugs? Perhaps different drugs? She was too tired to think clearly. Please, some rest.

The door opened, and she closed her eyes, resigned.

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Okay, yeah, I am really tired. And have lost all of my typing skills. This is all I can manage sans typo.

Adam has been awakened to keep me up.I just have to last til 9. Then morning drugs and bed.

This is Blogathon 2006. I'm posting every half hour for 24 hours, to raise money for RAINN.

We're still at $2,755.60! Let's see if we can push it to $3,000!

Remember, every dollar facilitates one phone call to RAINN's hotline.

Sponsor Me!
Julia - XanaDuMalion

Open

"I'm ready," she whispered.

Slowly, incrementally, she opened herself - first to her partners, then to theirs, then to parents, siblings, descendents...

She laughed to herself, surprised. We are all connected. Like a circulatory system, but for energy rather than blood. Arteries and veins branching into fernlike spirals of capillaries, but always branching, always connected. Every Dasaroi that existed. That had ever existed.

She opened herself, she reached out, and she called.

It is time to come Home.

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This was Blogathon 2006. I posted every half hour for 24 hours, to raise money for RAINN.

We're still at $2,755.60! Can you get it to $3,000 while I sleep?

Remember, every dollar facilitates one phone call to RAINN's hotline.

It's not too late to sponsor me!


I am in pain and I am exhausted and I am going to bed. I might be recovered by the time Elayna gets home Monday afternoon. But I did this whole thing without dropping my theme. That means I win.



Your have had 49 pieces of story from Shayara and Places You Haunt, all written from your prompts. You have had art. You have had realtime communication with increasingly-loopy me.

You have enabled 2,755 people to get the resources they need to deal with sexual assault.

Two thousand, seven hundred and fifty-five people.


And that is fucking incredible.

Thank you all.
Hearth

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Wow. I am freakin' weary.

And nauseous. I need to figure out what the nausea point of coffee consumption is so I can stop *before* it next year. Maybe I can only drink two and a half pots in 24 hours.

Some of you know I'm not kidding.

I have not had enough sleep! I woke up coughing at 12:30. Which is nature's way of telling me to dust the headboard. Tried to go back to sleep... that's not quite working out. Yawning like crazy, though.

Adam is fixing me some soup, because even with killer nausea, I should eat something.

Reminder to self, to post when brain works (probably tomorrow):

* Post with links to all Blogathon posts in story-chronological-order
* Character breakdown - it interests me to know who shows up when I'm not conscious about choosing. I know this year was Capri-heavy, but I remember some Telenias in there, too. (Seriously. My memories of what I posted are vague. That's how brainfried I am. This is way worse than last year.)

To post Tuesday: List of sponsors. Why not til Tuesday? Because it's not too late to sponsor me.

I raised $2,770. Which is about a thousand dollars more than I've ever raised in a single event in my life. If you add that to my Operation Freefall total, you get a grand total of over $4,000 raised this year specifically for rape and sexual assault counseling, education, and prevention. I call that a damn fine year.

I like round numbers. I've raised enough here that I won't feel disappointed if I don't get there, but - it would freakin make my year if I hit $3,000 for this event. So if you haven't given yet, please consider it.

You can sponsor now and pay on your August paycheck. That's what I'm doing.

There a bunch of other people who struggled through this 'thon right alongside me. You should go over and congratulate aurora_lamour, boutell, kimeepower, qassandra, seimaisin, shadowwolf13, slipjig, weofodthignen, and zarhooie - and check out their charities, and sponsor if you can.

I want to single out boutell, blogging for Doctors Without Borders, who did the entire freakin' Blogathon in iambic pentameter. Do you guys have any clue how hard it is to write coherent fiction for the better part of 24 hours (because make no mistake, I was typing almost every minute of this 'thon)? Imagine doing it with sonnets.

This is physically and mentally grueling. Grueling.

Will I do it next year?

Hell yes.

Why?

Because two thousand, seven hundred and seventy people who need help will get it because I did this. Because of me, and because of my sponsors.

It's worth it.

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Everyone here is a crazy person.

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I'm finally able to eat, and what I'm eating is cold pizza. Breakfast of champions. Yes, this is breakfast.

And I've never really looked at pizza boxes before - I'm looking at this now because Adam set it next to my laptop at eye level.

On the sticker that has our delivery address? Beneath the address, in small letters, it says "your pizza experience managed by Jeremy".

*blink*

I'm not just eating leftover pizza. I am having a pizza experience. Hats off to you, Jeremy, for masterminding this delightful pizza experience.

(But next time my pizza experience would like a few more black olives.)

Yeah, I'm going back to sleep after this... slept 9-12:30, 4-8.
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