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You know when you find a fic and it's long and promises plot and
so badly needs a spelling and grammar beta for anything a spellchecker won't underline?

... and it is many (many) years old, so any urge to volunteer would be faaaar too late.

One is left with a decision on whether or not to keep going
that I am currently imagining as standing at the start of a path with a machete
able to see the ornamental topiary somewhere under there.

Wherein I save the universe

or at least the Rogues, a whole lot of mutants, several marvel superheroes, and a selection of characters from the more fun sort of horror series.

I had not one but two long and plotty dreams today. Well I slept about twelve hours, there was time.

The second one was a variation on my 'get everyone to listen to the fire alarm and evacuate' dream, but with twists where people were hunting non humans, very broadly defined, and we had to get them out by secret ways and warn them specifically. ( Read more... )

The first dream though had the most plot, and adventure, and excitement.

Captain Cold and Heatwave had found a Something, a sort of static blurring, but for your brain. It might have been a ghost or a demon, and it certainly hurt. Mick thought it fed on emotions, because it was stirring up enough of them. And at first Len intended to leave right away, but then, well, it kind of hurt, but it did a lot of other things too... and Mick was right there, so it wasn't so bad...
and basically Captain Cold was trapped by a Something, but he didn't know it.
And he was far from the only one.

So Mick came and got me, and a lot of the other Rogues. And we made a plan, with Doctor Alchemy. ( Read more... )

It was no fun for Cold but Mick saved him by getting me to and I liked that part.

Proper Adventure dream.