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Nano party notes.

The Eye of Sauron on the whipped cream.
Some very gothy character of someone else's. He's got an organ in his house. At least a piano. A baby grand. A harpsichord. A virginal! ...A bed set up like a confessional.
The "art" department looks like a Jackson Pollack painting.
Villains cannot have the time and attention or energy to treat every single random elf as if they are a credible threat. Therefore, they may wind up cutting corners and get themselves killed.
"I love you like the hard stuff we put in the ground." (Concretia.) (Apropos of Portia/Porsche, and Mercedes.)

Party called on account of a/c.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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