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November 28, 2022
11/28/2022 NaNoWriMo, BANSHEE BEACH: 1097/47359 (temporary).
‘Temporary’ because I’m staying up to get it to 48K. Today was a very complicated day involving fixing a persistent problem with this website, but that’s no excuse not to finish. 50K awaits!
“It’s always the quiet ones?” Lucas was shaking his head as we walked back towards the less ostentatiously wealthy part of town. “He looks just like the kind of minion you’d only trust with one arrow at a time, too.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t test him on that,” I offered.
“Why? You didn’t.”
“I could tell he wasn’t lying about that.”
“He was lying?”
“Well, sure. Everybody lies to Shamuses. He was laying it on a little too thick with the aw-shucks routine. I figure it was so I wouldn’t look into whatever he’s got going on. Whatever it is, though, it’s got nothing that has to do with the yapokvil. Probably he’s skimming a little off the top of the monthly budget for new galoshes, or something.” I took a drag off my smoke, smiling as the smoke washed away the last lingering reeks of eau de monster. “Like I’d care about that anyway.”
“Fair enough,” Lucas said. “Anyway, I didn’t try to push at his story because I could tell from the start he’d taken some shots.”
“Really? Shots, plural?”
“Oh yeah, Tom. That just wasn’t the arm. He was moving like somebody had knocked him down a couple of times, got a couple shots in in the side, or the legs. I’ll bet there’s more bandages under his clothes, too. Nothing a healing potion can’t take care of, but even those take a day or two to get at the last stubborn bits.” Lucas shrugged. “Besides, Henry didn’t move wastefully, you know what I mean?”
I did, a little. Most people, when they need to do something in a hurry, they think about what they want to do, they get ready to do it, they give themselves permission to do it, and then they start doing it. Meanwhile, an Adventurer has already just gone and done it and is now doing something else, hopefully not to you while you’re still trying to get going. Which is why I ain’t an Adventurer, myself. Well, that and a whole other bunch of reasons.
Movie of the Week: BULLET TRAIN.
I tried to go see BULLET TRAIN in theaters. I had it all set up: I was gonna go hang out with my sister-in-law and her now-fiance, we’d grab a beer beforehand, maybe get some wings. It was totally going to be a thing. Instead, my car failed me for no particular reason and that was the first time it got towed this year. Oh, well. It’s on sale today.
#commissionearned
Good/Evil Cleric Packages [GURPS 4e]
Thought I’d put this up to make sure all the fixes have been done and everything works now. Here’s hoping!
It’s Cyber-Monday!
Remember, FROZEN DREAMS is still on sale for 99 cents as part of the Black Friday/Cyber Monday sale! Check out more books on sale (from other authors) here! Or buy directly from your favorites!
Trying to track down an issue with posting.
Pretty much ignore anything on this post; I need a test bed. blah
Agros-Mortuorum-Google-DocsDownloadNovember 27, 2022
I am *so* thankful that Thanksgiving week is over.
It has been… a week. Plague, broken cars, missed vacation, kid’s birthday from Hell, my children are gonna be spending half the week keeping up their schooling from home… okay, that part is probably going to be all right. I still need a break from the break.
On the bright side: my sister-in-law responded to my appreciation of this brie cranberry pullapart bread thing with a, Did you want me to make this for Christmas? WHY YES, QUEEN OF IN-LAWS. I WOULD LIKE THAT, VERY MUCH. So I have that to look forward to in December.
11/27/2022 NaNoWriMo, BANSHEE BEACH: 2156/46262.
Should hit 50K before the end. Huzzah!
The smell inside the Rarezas room was just as bad as promised, like the sea had decided to throw up in the corner. The masks helped, but almost by accident. It was like wearing one gave you an excuse to not think about the smell, which let your brain get on with just ignoring everything that your nose was trying desperately to tell you. Lucky for me, I had that thought after we left. If I had had it while we were there, the whole damn tidal orchestra would have come flooding in again, all at once, and I might have burst a blood vessel.
On the other hand, at least the poor bastard who had to work in this room was happy to see us. “Hello, gentlemen! I’m Henry Cardona Knotts. You were sent over by Ms. MacRae?”
I took him in, over his outstretched hand. He was a short fellow, kind of googly-eyed behind glasses too big for his face, and I was little surprised he wasn’t trying to use a beard to cover that chin. Seemed good-natured, though, which is one way to handle being stuck in a room that reeked like teenage sea monster. “Well, Lucas over there was,” I said, shaking his hand with nary a hint of hesitation. “I’m just sort of along for the hell of it.”
“So, you’d be Tom Vargas, then. Wait, are you a Shamus?” He actually brightened at the thought.
“I guess the hat gave it away,” I replied. “But yeah, I’m down here on vacation.”
“Oh, how exciting! We don’t see people with your skills down here very often. I guess Red Beach just doesn’t have the kind of ‘Cases’” — I could hear the quotation marks — “you’re used to solving. No, wait, ‘Clearing!’ You Clear Cases, you don’t solve them.” Henry looked abashed. “I’m so sorry for not getting that right, Shamus Vargas.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Lucas said, the amusement in his voice mostly directed at me. “He’s not used to having more than one fan at a time.”
Site migration tonight.
Don’t worry if it goes down for a bit.
