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The Big Empty, Chapter 15 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
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The Big Empty, Chapter 15
Whew. Took a while, but it finally started to move again. I will get them to the Capitol yet! And then, maybe I'll do another story to cover Duronda's Games.

Chapter Fifteen
Aside from Ami and Flynn ("Call me Eddie; Am's the only one who wants to play soldier here"), there are two girls by the names of Starling and Bell, and a boy named Bright.

"It's for Charles Tilston Bright," Bright says morosely. "He made the Transatlantic cable. But no one knows that. They think my parents were aping District One."

"I'd have gone with Tilston, personally," Eddie says. "Or Charles. Imagine, just having a regular name." He grins at us. "Welcome to District Five. We name ourselves after birds and electrical engineers. And really, only girls get birds. I'm really Edison, and she's really Ampere." He nods over his shoulder at Ami. "We're not a very creative bunch."

"I always thought the Capitol told people in some districts what they could name their kids," Duronda says. "Not in Twelve, but… you mean in One, they really name their kids Topaz by choice?"

Eddie Flynn shrugs. "We take our identities where we can get them. Everyone has to stand out somehow. What does Twelve name people?"

"Plants," I say. "And old names, and family names if anyone remembers them. Or, you know, stuff you see outside." I nod at Misty. "She's Misty. I'm Effrim -- old name -- and she's Duronda" -- another nod. "I think your mom made that one up."

"Did not," Duronda says. "My great-great-grandmother was Duronda."

"Wow," Starling says. "You barely have any rules. Neat."

"Old names and cloth," Avi says impatiently. "Eight. Who are you and why are you here? This was supposed to be out of the way. We were supposed to find people here who weren't on either side, really."

Eddie raises his eyebrows. "Well, you're in luck. We're people and we're not on either side."

"But you didn't know us," Leah says. "We were looking for people who are with Dale Everdeen. Or at for least supplies we could use. They were supposed to be stashed here."

"Sorry," Ami says. "I don't know who that is. But everyone's a little busy. The Capitol started its invasion a few days ago. They got a lot of the southern power plants. They haven't hit the town yet. But they're coming. And even the rebel deserters are fighting. So we left. We figured this would be the last place they'd bother with. They gave up on serious wind power years ago." She considers it. "Personally, I think we could get the place going and juice up good sized town out here without letting the Capitol in on it. Or Thirteen. Though I don't think that's going to be an issue for long."

"Anyway," Bell says, "we got out. We were all in protests against the war."

"Didn't the Teachers punish you for it?" Misty asks.

"Oh, yeah." Eddie smiles almost fondly. "I can recite the entire declaration of rebellion, I had to do lessons so often. I can do it backwards. Forwards. In Latin."

"You don't know it in Latin," Starling sniffs.

"Venit hora cum iam non poterit populum et persecutione propter ignominiam ferre regimen caretur," Eddie says, standing up and orating this nonsense like one of the speechmakers from Thirteen. I have no idea if it even makes sense; I'm not totally sure what "Latin" is, let alone whether he's speaking it right. He grins. "I actually like it better in Latin. In English, it's 'There comes a time when the people of a nation can no longer tolerate the shame and persecution dealt by its government,' but in Latin, it's more like ' The hour is coming when I will not be able to bear the shame of the people, and the persecution for the sake of the government of the pointless.'" He shrugs. "At least, that's how I translate it. Can you imagine the Teachers if you said they were pointless?"

"And yet," Ami says, "you said it to their faces."

"In a language they didn't bother to learn." He waggles his eyebrows. "Being smart is fun. At least it should be. Too many smart people don't have nearly enough fun with it. What did you need?"

The question is barely a break in his patter, and for a second, I don't notice that he's switched the topic. When I do notice, I'm momentarily stumped. I'd been focused on getting here with a vague notion of "help," but I don't think I ever asked Rebecca what she wanted here. She's back in the truck now, probably passed out from the bouncy trip up the hill.

Eddie looks at me, smiling faintly.

"Um…" I look back at the truck. "Well, we have to get Rebecca some help. Medical help. Her leg's broken pretty badly, and I think she has an infection."

"Did you grab any cillans?" he asks Bell.

"Whole bottle," she says.

"You took medicine from soldiers?" Duronda asks.

"One bottle out of a hundred!" Bell crosses her arms. "They might have shot us when we left. They say it's our fault that the Capitol is winning."

"We're pacifists," Starling explains.

Eddie makes a sheepish gesture with his gun. "Soak in the irony. Then come back to the point. You need medicine. We have medicine. What else do you need?"

"We need to know how to get to Three. My father is there."

Ami shakes her head. "That needs some thinking. We'll come back to it. What about food? Clothes?"

"Clothes, we're good on," Leah says. "I can trade you some new ones for the cillan."

"Oo," Bell says. "And we go from pacifists to war profiteers."

Misty rolls her eyes. "You have stolen medicine, we have stolen clothes. We're offering to pay, like decent people do when exchanging goods and services."

"A good point," Eddie says. "As far as services go, I don't suppose you have anyone who knows the way around a motor?"

"I'm your girl," Misty says, then looks at me sheepishly. "Well, I'm Effrim's girl, actually, but you know what I mean."

I can think of nothing to say. She's never identified herself that way, and it feels… weird. Good, but weird. I reach over and squeeze her hand.

Ami arches an eyebrow. "Well, Eddie's my guy, just so we're all straight on the ownership issues. I'm sure I've got his license and registration around here someplace."

Everyone laughs a little bit at this, and just like that, we're a single group. It's temporary, and I think we all know it, but for the moment, we're working together.

Bell, Starling, and Leah go in to take care of Rebecca. Avi, Duronda, and Eddie fall into a discussion of politics that seems like it's in danger of becoming an argument, so I leave when Ami and Misty head off toward the windmills. The boy, Bright, starts to follow, but apparently decides that Eddie might need back-up, as he turns around goes back without any comment.

Ami pulls a pin from her hair and wiggles it in the lock at the base of a windmill. I don't know what I expect it to open into -- maybe some old-fashioned, hay-strewn stable of a room, where I can see the big fans through a latticework of scaffolding. What I find is a technicians' workspace. Dark computer terminals sit on banged-up metal desks. Beaten looking manuals are tossed around casually, with sticks and rocks holding places. Darkened indicator lights line dead panels

"Power," Ami says, wrinkling her nose. "It's not pretty."

"Where's your problem child?" Misty asks, making a beeline across the room to a darkened alcove, where I can see lines of unidentifiable machinery.

"It's not any particular one. We can't figure out how to release the fans up top, or how to route the power just to this site."

"Sounds like a challenge."

"Do you do any power work in Twelve?"

"You'd think we would, but no. I mean, there's a little refinery, and I can work a little generator."

"She understands machines," I say, spotting some doubt on Ami's face.

Ami sighs. "Well, I guess you can't be worse at it than I am."

She goes around the room rapidly, gathering up books and schematics, then leads Misty over to a long table. I'm useless for this part, so I just wander around, going up staircase and walking along the catwalks that line the narrowing tower of the windmill base. Small windows are set into the wall, and the higher I get, the more I can see of the land. To the east, I can see the dry flatlands we've been coming through. To the west are green, living mountains. They aren't as verdant as the mountains at home -- there's a gray-brown cast to them that seems to cover everything here, even under the trees -- and they have a sharper, less welcoming feel to them, but they still make my heart ache with a sudden homesickness. It's not anything I expected. I don't dislike Twelve, but I haven't really missed it as such since I left. The people, yes. But the place?

Until now, I can't say I ever physically missed it. My eyes suddenly want the soft, humped shapes of the mountains, and the dark green shadows of the trees. My feet want to tip back and forth on the broken pavement as I head out to Pappy's farm (gone, I remind myself, they razed Pappy's farm and it's gone and I will never be there again). I want the smell of the evergreens and the water-rich earth, and, most especially, I want the lake. I want to be down at the resort, back before it was burned. I want to slip into it and swim, then catch some fish and pull up the katniss roots for supper.

At the top of the tower, there's a door. I expect it to be locked, but it isn't. It exits onto a non-descript sort of wrap-around balcony, strewn with leaves and bits of litter. It's concrete and featureless, but the view… I have climbed many tall trees in my life, but this is taller than any tree or any building I've ever been in. I can see the land below me spread out like a map. I'm facing east at the moment, toward the flatlands, and I can see rivers snaking along. The view to the north is partly blocked by the fans, but I see more of the green. I stop at the west side, where some worker a long time ago set up a battered chair. There are cigarette butts here, rotting in a soft drift, and a few old food wrappers composting against the wall. There's a pair of binoculars left deserted on a cheap folding table.

This was where people came to take breaks. I don't blame them. I don't think I could smoke or eat here, but maybe they got used to it after a while. You can acclimate even to a miracle after enough time.

Standing here is like flying. The breeze comes up the side of the windmill, creating a gentle updraft. The mountains are spread out in front of me like a crumpled green and brown blanket, in the far distance, I see the glint of a lake. A bird flies up to the edge of the balcony, and I watch it swoop down toward the trees. More birds fly below me.

I hear footsteps and turn around to find Ami. She smiles. "Nice, huh?"

I nod.

"The binocs are pretty good I was looking once to see if I could see the city -- that's where everyone lives, we have to be transported out to places like this -- but I can't quite get that far. But I did find the big geothermal plant. There's a geyser there that goes off almost every hour. You can see it with the binocs, but you have to be patient."

"Geyser… that's hot water shooting up, right?"

"Hot water shooting up. Yeah. Like mountains are just, you know, big rocks on the ground." She grins. "It's gallons and gallons of hot water, shooting a hundred and fifty feet into the sky. Some of them are supposed to be higher, but you can't predict when they'll go off and I've never caught them."

"What makes that happen?"

"It's a volcanic system out here. A lot like the one in Flegrei that blew Europe all to hell."

"So, what… we're going to get blown up?"

"No. The likelihood of the whole thing going up at once is pretty slim. They used seismic weapons in Europe and Asia. I don't understand all of it, but there were people here working on defenses, and they kept the crust ripple from hitting us. I'm guessing the defense caused a pretty serious upheaval when the ringing stopped in the middle of the oceans, but hey, we still have a planet and an atmosphere, sort of, so I guess it's all good, right?"

"Ringing," I repeat.

"Like a big bell. I think there were probably some tsunamis that hit the shores. That would have effectively reduced the population." She frowns. "Do you ever think how weird it is that we don't really spend time on what killed most of the human race?"

"We study the Catastrophes."

"Sure, we list them. Lots of stress on rising waters, a little bit on the wars, a mention here and there of volcanoes and seismic weapons. And numbers. Lots of numbers. But I can't wrap my head around them. Can you imagine more than the entire population of earth now being wiped out by one single wave?" She frowns. "And the rising water. We make a lot out of that, because it changed the map, but the waters rose over a few centuries. They didn't all come up at once -- tsunamis aside -- so people had time to adjust. You wouldn't think that would be such a factor in depopulation."

I shrug. "People moved and got into fights with people who they were displacing. And with other people who wanted to displace them."

"True. People do tend to respond to strangers with a lot of shooting." Ami looks out across the vista. "You can see the problem with getting to Three."

I blink, thinking for a minute that she means I have to go to war with people I'll displace on the way, but then I realize that she's shifted subjects, the same way Eddie did when he asked if we needed help. I wonder if living around all these power lines makes the electric signals in their heads move faster, or if it's just a cultural thing.

"The truck we've got doesn't handle mountains very well."

"No. that's why Panem mostly runs on railroads. No sense building roads through mountains when people are only allowed to come to specific places. It's a waste of money. The trucks are only good on the plains. I think Eight and Nine ship by truck to Six for distribution. Mostly Nine, honestly. The trucks make more sense in the agricultural area."

"Isn't Six past the mountains?"

"There are breaks. They can navigate. But that's a war zone." She considers it. "There are ways to walk, but not with a woman who has a broken leg. I think we need to get you on a train."

"Oh, sure. We'll just buy a ticket, pack our bags, and go."

She frowns, but doesn't say anything about that. She just looks out for a while, holding the binoculars to her eyes casually. She puts them down. "Nothing. It probably just went off before we came up here. You seem to be a little lost."

"What's the story with the rapid subject changes?"

"What?"

"Never mind." I stretch out my legs. There's a decent, cool breeze up here. "I'm not lost, not really. I mean, other than not having the foggiest notion where I am." I smile. "It's just… this all started out as my trip. I was supposed to find my father, because… I barely remember. I don't even know what I thought he was going to do. It's just that everyone back home is too old or too young to fight, and the Teachers… And my dad's supposed to be a deserter. They were going to question me about it. Then Misty joined me, then Duronda, then we got captured, then we got rescued, then there was a battle, and now we're here."

"Who rescued you?"

"What?"

She shrugs. "Just wondering."

"I don't know. We made a big noise. I sang to jabberjays. And then we ran."

"Sounds like you rescued you."

"Well, until we got found. Sure, why not? We rescued us. Is that supposed to have some deep meaning?"

"No. It just sounded like you've got your story twisted up. Why don't you try again from the top?"

I shake my head. "I should get back to Misty."

"Actually, she sent me up to tell you she'd be a while. She said to look for you as high up as you could climb."

"She knows me."

"I had that impression. So, are you going to tell me your story or not? I mean, you don't have to. I just won't trust you until you do."

I roll my eyes, but I can't see any harm in telling Ami. I don't think either side has resorted to teenage spies pretending to be in hiding in remote windfarms just yet. I start with the day I left. I tell her about Misty stealing some supplies, and Duronda showing up with the tent. I tell her about the Raiders. ("They don't usually come this far north," she says. "But we keep armed just in case.") I tell her about the jabberjays, and the other kids, and finding Rebecca, and going through Eight, and about our trek across the northern plains. When I finish, the sun is starting to glare at us from the west. I look at her cautiously.

She shakes her head. "Don't know what you thought you needed your dad for. Sounds like you guys fight pretty well on your own."

"For saving our skins," I say. "Not our district."

"Does that matter to you?"

"Well… yes."

"Okay."

"Why did you want the story?"

"I like stories. Besides, if we're going to help you, I need to know what you're getting us in the middle of."

There's nothing to say to that. We stay on the balcony until the sun is too bright to stand, then go back down inside the windmill. Misty is happily toiling behind a big machine that I can't begin to understand. She's covered with oil and grinning broadly. Someone has brought her a lantern.

I go over and help her, handing her tools as she asks for them. It's a pleasant way to spend the evening, even though I'm not exactly useful when it comes to machinery. I'm happy just to listen her talk about it.

Duronda joins us later, complaining that Avi has picked a fight with Eddie, and the two of them are driving her crazy. "We should go out on our own again. We were doing fine until we decided to hook up with the Raiders."

"Decided to?" Misty asks.

"Well… until we decided that we just had to see other people, anyway."

"We can't," I say, though I find the idea weirdly appealing. "We set out with an injured woman and a blind guy who's way outside his area. Leah might be able to get them back to Eight, but what's in Eight for them now?"

Duronda makes a face.

Misty sighs and comes out from her pile of engine parts. She wipes her hands on a rag. "Right now, I think getting to Mr. Everdeen in Three is our best bet. And we wouldn't know he was there if we hadn't picked up Rebecca. And we wouldn't have gotten out of Eight without Avi and Leah. And we won't get out of here without these guys. So… we're pretty suck with people, at least for a while. Sometimes, you need allies."

"Necessary evils?" Duronda says.

"Or, you know, potential friends." Misty rolls her eyes.

Duronda gives a long-suffering sigh. "Like you two aren't friends enough for me to put up with."

"Oh, please," Misty says. "Like you'd give up sucking on Avi's lips any time soon."

Duronda's jaw drops. "How did you… I mean, what are you talking about?"

Misty waggles her eyebrows.

I feel blindsided. "Hey, wait a minute. You and… Where was I?"

"Moping and contemplating the state of the world," Misty says. "You just don't pay attention to the important things."

"Like her being your girl," Duronda suggests. "You looked pretty surprised about that, too."

"I was not surprised," I lie.

"I've always been his girl," Misty says quietly. "And he's always been my guy, and if he was surprised, it was only at actually using words for it."

Ultimately, this is true, I guess. But I still feel pretty stupid at not ever having said it before she said it to someone else.

The three of us huddle together in the bubble of lantern light as the light disappears completely from the windows lining the windmill. We may not have a choice about being with other people right now, but it does feel good to get back to just us, even for a little while. We don't talk about anything important. Misty and I tease Duronda something fierce about Avi, and she insists that she's had plenty of boyfriends and it's no big deal to have one now, while the two of us are totally disgusting, what with the calf-eyes and mooning around. ("I swear, I keep expecting one or the other of you -- or both -- to break into poetry, or maybe some duet that comes out of thin air.")

Eddie comes in after we've been hiding for an hour and says that the rest of them have bothered making dinner, if we'd deign to come out and join them.

After supper, I take a turn sitting with Rebecca. I feed her a pill when a timer says to do it. She's out of it, but she's broken a sweat, and I seem to remember old Peet saying that breaking a sweat is a good thing for a fever. I wonder what he'd do about her broken leg. Later, while trying to fall asleep in a long Quonset hut on a pile of soft blankets, I try to conjure up a dream about him, thinking maybe some part of my brain knows it and will supply the answer, but I don't have any luck. I just dream about the endless plains, and metal sculptures poking up through the dust, and the rainbow water swirling down the river from the textile mills in Eight.

The next two weeks are actually relaxing. The kids are right. No one is bothering with this site. I hunt to get us fresh meat, and there are plenty of plants to gather for fresh vegetables. We can cook and talk and generally recover for a little while.

On the antibiotic, Rebecca gets steadily better. She wakes up more often, and is more lucid. The leg will definitely need to be reset. We load her into a chair and take her down from the truck. Starling once broke her own leg, and used crutches. There's a bit of a project to see if we can find things to make them from, to get Rebecca upright. She wants to do this, partly for the independence, and partly because she's got some pressure sores from lying down so long. There's an ointment for these, and the girls help her apply it at first, until she figures out how to twist around and apply it herself.

Misty manages to get the blades to turn on the windmill, and for an hour, we manage to bring up the power to the camp. We get the news coming in over the various television screens. All of us are gathered around the Quonset hut, Rebecca propped up in pillows in her chair.

The Capitol has retaken the main town of District Five, and their people are on the air, bragging that they've cut off power to the remaining rebel-held districts, which are, of course, the outer districts, plus Three, Seven, Nine, and parts of Ten. The fighting has now moved mostly into Ten, and negotiators are on their way to Three to see if they can retake the technology district without destroying the factories. Capitol liaisons are moving back into the re-taken districts.

We turn off the television. Without a word, Misty goes back into the windmill and suddenly, the power goes out. She comes back. "Big turning blades are a good way to say, 'Hello, we're here,'" she explains, then sits down, looking miserable.

I put my arm over her shoulder. "Doesn't make it any less impressive that you got it going."

"This is good," Eddie says.

"What?" Avi shakes his head. "The Capitol isn't exactly full of friendly elves, Flynn."

"No, but it is full of lots of strangers in fancy clothes, riding trains."

I frown. "I don't understand."

Eddie glances over at Ami. "You wanted a break, here it is."

Rebecca looks at her. "What kind of a break?"

Ami glances at me. "It's something Effrim said. About buying train tickets."

"I was joking," I say.

"Doesn't matter," she says. "It's the only way. That's what I've been thinking. Even if we can get you to town and hide you on a train, you need to be in a passenger area if you're going to Three. It's hardpack desert all around. The salt flats, where the lake dried up. You can't walk there from anywhere. Even if, by some miracle, they don't see you from the sky while you're walking across what's essentially a giant skillet, you won't be able to carry enough water, and even on the train… the cargo cars get hot. They turn into ovens. You'd be baked turkeys by the time you get to Three."

"But they're sending in negotiators," Rebecca says, understanding. "We go in disguised as a Capitol contingent."

"You have the costumes in the truck," Eddie points out. "If we can get you to the town on the little railroad spur we've got, then we can just buy you passage to Three. I'll bet there are plenty of liaisons moving in and out. Rebecca could be… I don't know. Who was the family that had its house bombed the first week of the war? They had lots of kids. And there were some others. We'll find out who's missing, and you'll be them for the trip to Six. Then, to get to Three…"

"Obviously, I want to talk to the techies about a mechanical leg," Rebecca suggests. "Then we plan to go back to the Capitol. Will you children be coming, too?"

Eddie looks around at his group, most of whom are shuffling their feet and looking down. "I think we'll stick it out in Five," he says.

Starling nods. "I have cousins. They'll probably take me."

"And if the Capitol's back," Bright says, morosely, "they'll probably pin medals on us or something, since everyone thinks it's our fault they won. We'll be all right under the Capitol."

Eddie and Ami don't look quite as sure of this, but they don't say anything.

We all hunker down together and start to plan.
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From: (Anonymous) Date: June 21st, 2016 12:18 am (UTC) (Link)

Nice Respite...

For everyone. And nice to see Charlie's parents and where he gets his talents from.

Sara Libby
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: June 21st, 2016 03:31 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Nice Respite...

Yeah. He's got his dad's personality in a lot of ways, but his mom's priorities/philosophy.
From: (Anonymous) Date: June 21st, 2016 01:50 am (UTC) (Link)
Yay more ancestors! I'm suspecting that the end plan is connected to why Charlie was picked.

That was a good bit about naming conventions, and I got a good chuckle about Effrim's indirect counter to Duronda's nose-wrinkling. Going on about other districts naming their kinds after rocks is a bit rich when your district loves its plants (and its most famous resident is a freakin' water potato).

I actually am familiar with people who switch subjects without warning. It bugs the hell out of me; I'm one of those types who has to announce when the subject's going to change.

So did something occur to relieve pressure in Yellowstone?
I assume the geyser's Old Faithful (one of those sights that should be seen in person to appreciate the scale; applies to Yellowstone in general, or hell any of our national parks; in that note, funny you took us there since the NP 100-year anniversary is this year). Pity Effrim didn't take see the geyser go as he probably could have gotten another chance with all his talking.

-- FFR
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: June 21st, 2016 03:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Everyone's naming practices sound silly if you're not part of it, I think.

I'm an inveterate subject-switcher, but unlike the Flynns (well, the Flynn and future-Flynn), to me, it always makes complete and perfect sense, and it's not until I notice someone looking at me like I'm crazy that I realize I'm off on a tangent.

It's unlikely even now that Yellowstone would ever go off all at once. It has constant pressure let-ups. But I think that people at some point before the Catastrophes did work out how to work with the pressure of the earth, and probably turn it into usable energy. Also, apparently, as weapons, since I have both Flegrei and Toba going off.

Effrim definitely should have taken a turn with the binocs. Maybe he'll see it from the train. :D
From: (Anonymous) Date: June 21st, 2016 03:31 am (UTC) (Link)
I love the world-building/exploration that comes through in your stories, and hope that you decide to write the one on Duronda's Games.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: June 21st, 2016 03:37 am (UTC) (Link)
I was sitting around trying to think of how to cram it all into an epilogue, and it didn't work, so...
vesta_aurelia From: vesta_aurelia Date: June 21st, 2016 07:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
oh, poor misguided Bright. :(
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: June 22nd, 2016 04:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah. The pacifist bunch was screwed either way.
shiiki From: shiiki Date: June 23rd, 2016 04:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's been a while since I've commented ... not since the Teddy stories, I think, but I've been re-reading those and they are still my favourites. I'm thrilled that you're writing HG fic, too! I've enjoyed the others you've written, and your version of events has become canon to me.

This new story is really intriguing as well. I especially like the main trio here, especially Effrim and Duronda. I can't help but see glimpses of Haymitch in Duronda--I guess it's because (to put it in your words) they 'speak victor fluently'. You've shown very well just how Duronda comes to be the first victor later on, and I look forward to reading that if you do get to it!

I loved your descriptions of District Five! And I especially liked Eddie in this chapter and the fun he had with being smart. And 'Flynn' ... any relation to a certain Charlie in your other fics?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 6th, 2016 01:18 am (UTC) (Link)
I think most victors have some things in common.

Definitely... Eddie and Ami are Charlie's parents!
From: (Anonymous) Date: June 25th, 2016 07:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Love it!

Love the plan, love Charlie 's dad, the whole band of children. The tie ins to Katniss root, and a normal name like Charlie, and how they end up perceived by loyalists by the people who will vote Charlie into the arena in the future. This train plan is exciting.
Karen
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 6th, 2016 01:18 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Love it!

Now, I need to get moving again. They're on the way, but my brain is in freeze.
Tracy Wood From: Tracy Wood Date: July 6th, 2016 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Do you think you ever might write about Charlie's games as well?



Edited at 2016-07-06 12:31 am (UTC)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 6th, 2016 01:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Most likely not. I'm having a hard time keeping this one afloat, so I'm not sure how much more HG I'm writing.
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