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fandomtownies2006-01-23 07:35 pm
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Sanctity: Evening
It's been one of those days. First, she gets a call from an acquaintance who has plans for a friend of hers. Then her accountant calls to let her know that the stock she invested in flopped (frelling Vibrosoft just had to build their Doorways with problems and then refuse to fix them).
Now, she's in the shop, and there's inventory missing. Or maybe she just misplaced it.
Zhaan figures nothing can get any worse until she steps out the door into the street to dust the lintels. There's a feeling in the air, a restlessness that reminds her of Moya when she was broody and pregnant. As if, at any moment, the entire town would turn sideways and starbust away.
Which would be impossible, considering it wasn't a spaceship.
But then, Zhaan figures stranger things have happened.
Now, she's in the shop, and there's inventory missing. Or maybe she just misplaced it.
Zhaan figures nothing can get any worse until she steps out the door into the street to dust the lintels. There's a feeling in the air, a restlessness that reminds her of Moya when she was broody and pregnant. As if, at any moment, the entire town would turn sideways and starbust away.
Which would be impossible, considering it wasn't a spaceship.
But then, Zhaan figures stranger things have happened.