Divine Comeuppance

[twentyfiveraven]

Epic Fail: the tale of one girl, her friends, a knee brace, and a pair of tights.

I have dislocated my knee again.

It happened during rehearsal yesterday somehow, it was all so fast I can't recall exactly what happened. In front of all my friends, no less, in the center of the stage.
I distinctly saw my knee cap bulge out from my body. Not

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A Rehearsal for the novel 'Juliette, or Vice Amply Rewarded'?

[snuffles_moonie]

Frankly, my dear, seeing your knee cap bulge out off your knees rates as high as seeing Freddy Krueger go on a rampaging bloodbath. Except watching him has the bonus of lots of skin of the nubile teen type. Unless you actually ARE doing 'Juliette'? If yes, do send me an entry pass.

Ok, that's about all the sympathy I can muster up.

Now that I find you most vulnerable in braces, my fantasy of wishing you were a bubblegum machine (just slot a coin and out pops a steamy, racy M&M fic) is forgotten. You do know what I'm hinting at, think of it as a release for all that suffering you are going through. 'Tis a pity though that your submission did not have L (I haven't read it) because you did L so well in that crossover fic of yours.

Hoping that nothing was torn in process,
Svad.

Re: A Rehearsal for the novel 'Juliette, or Vice Amply Rewarded'?

[twentyfiveraven]

Bah. Consider my fail heightened by my prolonged absent reply to your comment.
Alas no, we have opted for 'Othello', although rumors abound we will be doing 'Hair' for the musical and nudity would be most prevalent.

Your hints have been taken into solemn consideration. Forgive me, Mary, your Madame flits from fandom to fandom as if they were charming coastal villages, and my pillager's soul cannot resist leaving burned rubble in her wake. (Reborn!, DOGS--all the flying bullets and strapping young men--I couldn't help myself.)

However, I do design most diligently to conclude my oft-prolonged tale. I have time, now, as well as effort. My inconstant patella is a blessing in disguise on that front at least--being so indisposed, I have stained my hands with pen ink nearly every day. Soon, soon, I shall set my sights on Miserlou once again, and not turn away until it is done. This, I solemnly swear.