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[vivien]

I've been super unhappy with my writing in the past few days - I blame Voldemort. Well, that and not having enough time to properly role play more than 2 or 3 nights per week.

I need challenges to get myself back into decent shape. Name a character and I'll write a flopsy - just a few sentences of mood or deed that will, hopefully, be pretty and well-written. Or at least decently written. Blah. I'm good with HP, Narnia, Neverwhere, Sandman, Milliways characters, etc.

Sidenote: I am so tired. So, so tired. For no real reason, either, aside from the fact that I like 9 hours of sleep and I only get it on the weekends as I like to do something besides go to work, come home, eat, and then go to bed. Stupid need for ridiculous amounts of sleep.

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[vivien]

Even all-powerful Dark Lords liked to get away from it all sometimes.

The restaurant at the end of the universe was just the place to do it. He enjoyed the milieu, Muggles excepted, of course, but there were few enough of those. His appearance drew little notice, which, whilst he loved his hard bought new form, was rather nice for a change.

He’d just spoken with the Meal of the Day to order his dinner when an unholy ruckus erupted from somewhere on the other side of restaurant. It sounded like a herd of elephants amongst a barn cat orgy.

Hushed, excited murmurings zipped through the crowd.

“Hot Black Desiato, here in person!”

“-Loudest band ever, what a night!”

“Do you think they’ll play?”

“I can’t believe they’re here!”

There was a blinding flash of green and all was quiet. Voldemort wasn’t about to let his meal be disturbed by such riff raff. Bloody Muggle musicians.

[jmcgarry.livejournal.com]

LOL. Marvelous! :-) Truly, excellent!