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I know some people who are off the deep end with the BPAL, and I'm usually not. But when I saw I couldn't get any more Dublin, there was woe. At least they still have Morgause. I don't think it's quite synesthesia, but I associate scents with colors pretty strongly. Morgause smells gold and cherry-red, and ages well over the course of the day. Dublin smells like grey and evergreen, and like Seattle. Kind of like Seattle smells, but more like it feels.

Work is crazy. If I never see another equation in Word, it will be too soon.

Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?

One last romp in camillabloom's universe. 'cause it's just not fic by me without awkwardness. I hope you don't mind, m'dear, and I hope it fulfils at least some of your desire for fluff. :-D

Oh, and the word count for this, including the title? 666. I... don't even know what to say.

(Still PG-13ish, still crack, still the fault of alien mind control.)

( Mostly accidentally anyway )