Odd meeting

[yakalskovich]

Rarely do the charries from one's abandoned WIPs walk up to you in the street and nudge you.

I, however, just met Rasputin in the cafe around the corner. Complete with beard, staaaaare, and slightly disjointed declarations about nature and spring.

And no, I haven't smoked anything odd, it was really some slightly reticent proto-staretz who wore the same kind of shoes I favour, and just started chatting to me.

What does the world want to tell me, huh?

Comments

[ceitfianna]

What were you writing about Rasputin? I was thinking that it might be fun when I get home after my meeting to send Moist back to the Disc. My meeting's at 2 pm so I'll probably be properly home in two hours give or take how long I hide from the rain on the walk home.

Urq might accompany him but not, there can be some playing around with who's with who.

[yakalskovich]

I was writing a novel about the murder of Rasputin. Then, I got distracted by the internet...

And your ideas sound intriguing, if cryptic. An Urq is at your service, whenever you turn up this evening.

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That you are a Russian queen?

[yakalskovich]

Ahahahaha! No, I rather suppose that I am being reminded of those five or six chapters rotting on my hard disk...