A Weekend, the Sun, the Cold, and the Cats - a blog post

This is going to be a sort of generalize life-of-Lyn post, so hello!

Yesterday, we took the boys to the vet (that's Oli and Theo, my boycats) for their annual checkup and rabies booster.  They remain pretty, fluffy, in good help and well taken-care-of, according to our vet, and they even swallowed their pills like good boys.

I've been sickish for about a week and a half, so if I've been quiet, other than scheduled posts, that's why.  Did you know your sternum can get inflamed?  It kind of sucks. It's called Tietze Syndrome or Costochondritis (although looking these up, WebMD seems to think they're different things, my doctor put both on the paperwork).  It's -- well, annoying, on a good day.

Ahem. 

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The Shore Awakes

After When the Hills Quake and The Hills Sleep
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(Planetary Date 5 Years 6 months)

We've had several more close encounters with the terrain moving, enough that, unfortunately, I don't think that we can justify staying here.  There's just too much living under our feet.

We agreed not to move our settlement, in large part because it doesn't seem to matter where we move it, since every bit of land appears to be alive.  We've been more careful with what we put where, although the large terrain-creatures appear to have very tough skins with very few nerve endings. 

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Haunted House 47: Spurious Reasoning

First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
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Mélanie brought both hands to her neck.  “Obviously-” she started slowly, not sure how anything she wanted to say would be taken, “I can’t be considered to be on the wrong side of a collar, since I’m not on any side of it.  Though I think you owe me a piercing of some sort, sir.”  She cleared her throat. “And, ah. I want to be here, remember that?  Please remember that?”

“Only if you call me Jasper again.”  He brushed his knuckles very lightly against the side of her neck, just over her hand.  “I haven’t upset you, then?”

“No, sir - Jasper.  No, not at all.”

“You’re sure?”

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Hidden Mall 67: Dormant Malls 💤

Yadira offered them a place to sleep but seemed not in the least surprised when they didn't take her up on her offer.  She showed them a doorway after that - and seemed more than a bit surprised that they did take that.

"I'm starting to think that it doesn't matter which door we take," Abby admitted.  "I think it's more about our, uh, our mindset or something like that. The way we go through the door.  Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there's a formula. But -"

"But maybe we oughta just talk to the malls," Olly finished. "Because maybe the malls can tell us where we have to go."

"Or kill us," 'Via countered.  "Or send us in circles. The malls are not our friends.  I don't know why anyone thinks they are! The malls are-"

"The malls, you heard her," Liv huffed.  "The malls, they used to be benign-"

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