I filled a plastic bag with everything I wrote

[minkhollow]

So there's this 'snippets from WIPs' meme doing the rounds on my flist. And, well, most of my WIPs are going into sto_helit_lace as I write them, but whatever, right?
And so, snippets are happening.

the one where the Dept. of Mysteries veil leads to London Below, and hijinks ensue (though this is somewhat post-hijinks)

It had been roughly a month for Door since the brothers had returned to London Above; she occasionally wondered how they were faring, though everyday politics and the ongoing search for Ingress rather limited her time.

One of her stops at the Post Office, now part of her routine thanks to Richard's insistence that getting things in the post did people good, turned up a note in handwriting she didn't recognize. "One of the Romans delivered it," 404 explained, "but I don't think he wrote it."

"It's certainly not addressed in Latin, so I'm inclined to agree. Thank you." She left the Post Office intending to save the note for when she got home, but curiosity got the better of her on the Tube.

Get to Kilburn at your first convenience. There's someone there you'll want to talk to, if I don't miss my guess; I'd have come to tell you in person, but matters topside are still rather hectic.

Oh, and Bella's dead. That may interest the Friars.

She blinked at the initials the writer had signed with, before correlating the first and last to Regulus. After rereading the note a couple of times, she got off the Tube and headed toward one of Richard's usual haunts instead of home. If she was reading this correctly... well, they likely wouldn't need the Key again after all.

the one for hpmugglestudies, wherein hijinks ensue in Cincinnati and environs

"Somebody in one of my classes told me to ask, and I've been wondering anyway. How much of what's going on across the Pond is actually like Star Wars?"

"...Like what now?"

"You know, the movie? Film? Moving picture?" All Regulus can provide is a succession of blank looks, after which Trina sighs. "I would've thought somebody over there would have figured it out. I mean, you jumped headlong into photography, and it's nearly the same thing."

"Well, for whatever reason, no one has."

"In that case, Star Wars is... kind of hard to explain, especially since you don't even have a little scientific background. But in one of the less-circulated interviews, the guy who wrote it said he got part of the idea from going to visit some friends in England and actually seeing what the government's not letting the press know."

"Even then, it's probably worse in reality than whatever you've heard."

the one where Cosmo is not arrested either (if you want hijinks, those are probably in Canada this time)

"Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think... do you think we even can still change the world?"

"I don't know, Cos. I'm starting to wonder if we could have managed it in the first place, really."

"Does seem a lot more complicated now, doesn't it."

"Seem nothing. It was probably more complicated than we realized even back at school. Would explain why we apparently didn't cover our tracks well enough."

"Yeah. ...It would be cool, though. Actually getting people to do things differently."

"Well, yeah."

the one that could end up in an otherways OOM, once I have half a moment to get back into the swing of things over there (you'll know where the hijinks are when you start reading)

"Well, why us? Why don't you get the senior wizards to help?"

"Don't think I haven't tried, lad." Ridcully sighs. "But I probably don't need to remind you that last time I really had their help on something was the business with the wire baskets."

"I remember that one. And I'm glad I stayed inside."

"Showed more sense than any of us, certainly. Besides, they're all off their heads just now - more than usual, anyway. Recent Runes was drumming on the condiments at breakfast, and the Dean's been humming all morning - which would be disturbing enough, frankly, if it weren't some damn fool song about catching pneumonia."

"Which it is, I suppose." Imp considers the information, then says, "Did he know why? Or anyone acting oddly, that is."

"None of them have the first clue."

"...Do you think this is going to turn out like the time Tugelbend up and left, then?"

"I don't know, but it feels similar already."

...yeah, that's all I've got.

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I friended you and it seems we share many fandoms. ::am happy::

[minkhollow]

woot!

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::also breaks out the GJ friending, at least with the fic journal's mirror account::
This one has no doppleganger as of yet. I am undecided re: giving it one, as that'd be a lot to try moving.