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If not, it's iximaz (at) gmail (dot) com.

Not too much time for writing these days, but I can beta.

So you finally read it too, huh? :(

It’s only about 2400 words. Britpickers welcome. Having seen the play is not necessary :-( Being familiar with the major spoilers may be sufficient.

I finally made a Google account and use a GDoc, so leave your e-mail address and I’ll send you a link.

HG

The forehead thing was because I originally wanted "between the eyes" and I guess I switched to forehead for some reason.

You know what me commenting means.

"Practice contractions, " the Aviator said, trying to not think too hard about what Doctor Fitzgerald said about the stress of time jumps on her system.
Shouldn’t this be "had said" (past perfect)?

Zeb lobbed his copy of the book at Selena, striking her squarely between the forehead.
I always believed that "between" requires two locations. MS Word Grammar Check suggests "between the foreheads", but although I’ve never seen Selena, I assume that wouldn’t be right :-)

He frowned when he noticed the father pick up something gold from the water.
Shouldn’t this be either "gold-colored" or "golden"?

And from the Interlude that I enjoyed much:
Rina pushed the button beside the door and grinned when they slid apart with a faint whooshing noise.
I understand that there are two door wings that slide apart, but it may be better to actually say that.

HG

Randa and I have been talking a bit lately, yes. :) She's turned her agent over to me for good since she's not planning on coming back to the PPC as far as we know.

If you haven't read the previous chapters of Blank Sprite yet, I suggest reading it all first. Head over here: https://rc1587.wordpress.com/

Any help is appeciated, especially considering I am indeed doing a Thing which... might actually not work so well.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't send you the link to the Gdoc.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rarRiqWH8v4

Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of cool party-time gifs to share. Seriously, good job.

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Congratulations on the baby, too. <3 *offers tiny booties*

And it's nice to see how Rina (I can still call the Aviator that if I'm referring to her past self, right?) joined the PPC. I feel bad for her/you, going through all that with the meds and the clear depression. I hope Ave and Randa meet up more; does the fact that Randa showed up mean you're reconnecting w/her writer?

"My partner is, though. If you want to know more about the place, you should ask him.

"I came from a universe indistinguishable from the one described in Anathem. I lived my whole life before joining the PPC in the Millenarian math at Saunt Baritone's. I think the best analogy for those is a combination of a theoretical research institute and a monastary. It doesn't quite fit, but analogies never do. And the Inquisition was established after several hundred-year maths went collectively insane. I'm almost certain there was a nuclear reactor involved in one of those events.

"And Mr. Finch, I am building a much less ambitious replica of our clock tower. I do not expect it to kill you, even indirectly.

"So, what universe-groups are you from?"

(( Peregrin has been around the shouting matches that result when people get vague about multiverse theory. ))

"Yeah, so you know how Butterbeer has almost no alcohol in it, to the point where eleven-year-olds can drink it in wizarding society? Well, Doc is apparently such a rampaging teetotaler that he flipped out when he found out he had been drinking stuff meant for preteens."

"Nuuuuuuuuu . . ." Doc began sinking slowly down in his chair.

"And he freaks so badly, he convinces himself—purely psychological, mind you—that he must be drunk now, because that's how it works, obviously. And I wake up the next morning to an RC full of plastic flamingos full of glitter, because Doc has been out remote activating under the influence all night."

"Stop ignoring my wishes," Doc whispered, head just barely over the tabletop now.

And he went to Camp Halfblood, of all places—Doc, have you even read any Percy Jackson?"

"Not as of the time of this writing," came the answer from beneath the table.

Vania grimaced at the weird answer and continued. "And then went to a Sue town—which we're at peace with, so thank goodness he didn't start some kind of incident."

"You're killing me, Vania, I'm dying now."

"And then he ends up back on World One, in the middle of some beach in winter, and nearly gives his fool of a self frostbite."

"Vania, why is your shirt full of—" Then, he made a sound akin to footwear hitting a jawline.

"So Rina and I track him down, through all this, and freeze our butts off getting him to Medical so he doesn't die. And, we had to run damage control and neuralyze a bunch of people who saw our portal. You'd best believe the Hyacinth had some words to say about that."

"That was only part of the reason for our punishment," mumbled Doc from the floor.

The main difference is that peccaries generally won't eat their own young.

—doctorlit prefers to call them javelina, personally

'You know how many ways there are for a clock to kill you?' Finch asked, leaning in. 'I-ve calculated it. It-s more than ten million. And that-s only straight fatalities!'

'Do calm down, Finch.' Bingle looked to Peregrin. 'An Inquisition? Nuclear reactors?' He rubbed his wooden nose with the back of a finger.

'I do hope you're not from World One,' He said, smiling.

Finch muttered about death machines and extra work and self-preservation in the background.

"Is this the incident that involves, what, a hundred plastic flamingos?"

Shamrock's eyebrows shot up. "Okay, now I've got to hear this for myself."

I'm best with SPaG stuff. :)

Both of these were absolute pleasures to read. Here's to many more!

Now I just need to catch up on your last five so I can actually read the thing, ya speed demon.

That a peccary is a type of pig indigenous to the continental United States. Rowling does not do names via coincidence. =]

I'd be happy to help! I'm best at checking grammar if you need me for a specific job. :)

I may not be the best of help, but I'm a native English speaker!