The room was amazing, a round table of blue-stained wood under a sky of gold-purple clouds. The forest the bounded their private dining area was a wintry fir forest, branches heavy with snow, flakes drifting through the air, but never touching them. It was beautiful, it was nonsensical, and it was the perfect kind of fantasy after the fire of the phoenix and the dulled experience of Limbo. The Lost had left them a small feast, and assured them that there would be no interruptions.

Update!

I has a job! I start on Monday. ^_^ So, I just have to get through two more weeks, and then everything will be back to normal.

Working on the next MF:KE chapter, but I've been mostly poking at stuff later in the book. So, expect it in a couple of days. :D

I'd like to preface all of this by saying that this isn't easy for me to ask.

Two weeks ago, I lost my job - it was some weird crossover between quitting and getting fired (I said I wanted to quit, with a reasonable time frame, however I was asked to finish up the same day).

I've been applying for pretty much every job that I'm qualified for (and some I'm not).

So, yeah, TL;DR - consider this a donation drive. I've always wanted to avoid doing this - I know some other creative-people-with-websites can get away with doing it multiple times - but I recognise that everyone has their own financial troubles, so I hate posting something like this, lest people feel obligated to donate.

So again, no obligation, but if you can spare a few bucks, I would appreciate it.

I'm not withholding chapters or anything passive-aggressive like that - chapters will be put out when they're done, as usual.

The PayPal button is on the right, or if you're local and want to do it by bank transfer, PM me and we'll chat.

'You look like hell, Marvel,' said Anjuli conversationally on Monday morning. 'Did you even sleep last night?'



Jubilee shook her head and took the last swig of coffee out of her travel mug.



'Couldn't sleep.' That goes for the night before, too.

Require: cookie.

Stef nommed on the cookie as she stared at the treasures that surrounded her. The bed had quickly become a tiny nerdy dragon’s hoard. A stack of first issue comics sat to her right, topped with six copies of Amazing Fantasy #15, each shiny and new and all hers. Spider-Man for Spyder, it was just appropriate. Beneath the wall-crawling menace sat the first outings of Batman, the X-Men, and a dozen more heroes.

A hardcopy of Watchman sat open and ignored across her lap as she thought of requirement after requirement.