Little Things That Need No Answer

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

On some random day after the Despero fight, there will be an envelope which arrives in Keystone City. In it will be gift certificates or coupons. Not for much, mind you. Just $40 for pizza at some tasty chain place or a 2 for 1 thing for a meal somewhere else. With speedster metabolisms those could be used with company or not.

The return address is only listed as "D."

Sometimes, you unscrew up your day by unscrewing up other people's.

Onto Hell.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

When the shadows creep, it's deathly cold for a moment. Point two-five seconds and you bleed out of what is and into the electricity of it all. There's a hum, but it's quick to grow quiet and fade into the background.

Darkness, then piercing light. Shapes come into focus through the mists.

Merlynne's counting heads already. No one's screaming in agony and there doesn't seem to be any missing limbs on anyone. Good deal, 'cause right now she gets to play 'tour guide' for the leylines and then on down to Hell.

They'll all be fine as long as the tour guide doesn't faint. And even then... well... there's always Constantine, right? ...Rrrright.

She really hopes Caleb's having a fun time right now. If he's doing something easy and boring like claiming his own little hill or holing up in a cave or something, she's going to brain him when they get there. An' not like she's worried about him being dead, she's learned the Zukovs are a bit like an infestation you can't get rid of. At least it's pretty evident how he got himself into this one.

Erm. Lost count. New plan. "Oka--" That's a... weird echo. "Okay, if anybody's hurt or anything, make a noise."