fandomtownies | Fandom Island Gazette Building, Sunday evening

There was ANOTHER of those damned elf dolls on his desk. Carl reached for it and whistled for Buster. It only took a minute for the dog to come clattering down the hall to the editor's office. Just as he came through the door, Carl tossed the elf over him and out the door. The puppy gave an excited "broof" and jumped, spinning to try to catch the 'toy'. As soon as he had it in his teeth, Buster took off running with the doll. Probably to wherever he'd take off with the others that Carl had given him.

Carl ran a hand over his face, "this island..." At least he had regular lights tonight. And no 'caroling' gremlins screaming outside his door.

He shook his head and then ran his red pen over the latest edits to his article on the holiday insanity going on. He didn't notice the new elf doll appearing in the window sill behind him as he tried to get it into shape for the next issue of the Gazette*.

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*A reminder! If anyone has any slowplay threads that they want to be 'published', or if you have threads that may have missed radio... Just drop a link at Box 13 and I will write them up for Saturday! I can make them regular or whacky cracky! Or heck, want to have your character write an article? Send it in! Carl will be happy to grouse about it and edit it because at least there would be SOMETHING in the paper.

[Oh! Up late, but open!]

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He's willing to be distracted! He hates red-penning. Well, at least when it's his own work.

I dunno. I just feel the need for three. Stop by and read a paper or something. There's a bunch of Christmas poetry (http://www.theholidayspot.com/christmas/poems/) in it, much to Carl's annoyance.

Well, world didn't end. Back to the usual grind...

Navaan was just going to tiptoe past the office and hope that Carl didn't see her. Shhh! She's not here!

Really, how many times had Carl tried that on his own editor?

Carl looked up, trying to decide whether or not 'obfuscate' was too strong a word in this paragraph, and found himself just in time to narrow his eyes at his tenant passing his door. "Na~vaaaaan!! Get in here!"

...

God, he was starting to sound like an editor!

Busted.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?" Navaan asked, giving him a smile that showed off all her teeth. Mostly to cover up that wince. ""

"Article." He held his hand out at her. Not at all falling for the grin.

Article? She had one due? Today? FFFFFFFFF!

Okay, which would be more effective, stalling for time or pleading ignorance?

Navaan looked at Carl's face and said, "It's upstairs. I have to remember where I put it."

Technically, the deadline was Thursday. But one day was not long enough for him to red-pen her stuff, let alone get re-writes from her.

He dropped his hand, giving her a half-amused look. "So you've got it finished? Did you proof-read it this time? Take out the more overt references?"

"Yeeeees," Navaan said slowly, inching towards the stairs. "I promise, there's no actual sex in it at all. Nope. Not a bit of sex! Because of all those talks that we had that I totally paid attention to!"

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"Good!" Yes, Carl was actually falling for it. "Then you can have it on my desk tomorrow and I won't be combing the streets for you for a re-write before deadline." He reached into a drawer, pulling out a heavily perfumed purple envelope. Opened, of course, but then, he was the editor. "Here. Fan mail."

"Oooooh!" All ideas of running upstairs to write a sex-free article went flying out the window. "I get fan mail? Gimme gimme gimme!"

"Got." Smirking, Carl corrected her as he pulled the envelope just slightly out of reach. "'Get' implies there will be more. Which will only happen if I get more stories from you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, gimme!" Navaan demanded. "I promised you'd have the article, didn't I?"

...Never mind that she'd been lying about having one ready in the first place.

"You promise a lot," Carl snorted but handed over the envelope and letter. "Don't get too excited. The letter is from the same woman who sends in the crazy letters to 'Aunt Fanny'. At least I hope it's a woman." On this island one couldn't always tell.

"And how's the 'doctor' business? You're still working at the clinic, right?"

"I do!"

...When she remembered. Which recently had been terrible, because of that 'sleeping for a week' thing that ~~vampires~~ doctors sometimes did.

"You know what the newspaper needs? A list of people who come to the clinic and why. It's like a police blotter, but for sickies! That'd be useful!"

For what? Who knew?

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