Ill keep you posted, Dublin!
Dani out!
I dont tell them the worst part is what Jo told me this morningthat some of the waitresses at Chesters encourage the bugs to get under their skin. I dont want to give them any ideas. This Unseelie has a specialty: it feeds on human fat. Prestotiny waist! Hello buggoodbye cellulite! Dont like those dimpled thighs? Bug up. The walls havent been down long enough for folks to get dystopian-thin, and with the amped-up sexuality of so much Fae royalty walking around dangling the promise of potential immortality, the focus on fashion and beauty has never been more extreme.
Jo told me that a couple of the waitresses are real proud to have one. Its becoming a status symbol or something, like hair extensions or boob jobs. Jo said the waitresses claim they dont kill humans, they just eat their fat, and they can hardly feel them in their skin at all.
I think thats bull. I think they hitch a ride because theyre getting more from humans than fat. I think they experience everything their host experiences: pleasure, pain, whatever. The Unseelie are bugging us and we let them. They invade our bodies and gather intel from the inside, then report back to Papa, who probably reports back to the Unseelie princes, the better to prey on us. What do these idiot waitresses think? That the bug will eventually return to its own body and leave them all pretty and thin, no harm no foul?
Dude, its an Unseelie! Theres always a catch.
I zip around the corner to my first pole, grocery cart rattling.
When I see one of my papers from last week still hanging up, gleaming pinkish-white in the rosy moonlight, it surprises me. Folks always take them down, and take them home, wherever that is. Darn few get left behind.
As I get closer, I realize its not my paper.
What the feck? Whats on my pole? Folks know to leave me notes at the General Post Office.
I slip into fast-mo, get nose-to-nose with it.
Im so flabbergasted my jaw about hits the pavement.
The Dublin Daily
May 20, 1 AWC
YOUR ONLY SOURCE FOR CREDIBLE NEWS IN AND AROUND NEW DUBLIN BROUGHT TO YOU BY WECARE WE BRING YOU ALL THE NEWS THAT MATTERS.
WE WILL HELP YOU SURVIVE!
WECARE
Gah, dudes! Plagiarize much? I pluck the offending matter from my pole and almost drop the thing, my eyeballs are so freaked out. The Dublin Daily not The Dani Daily? Like, maybe they could have an original thought? Holy mimicking monkeys, they aped my intro! Hardly even changed any fecking words!
I scan it, quick-like.
Dont be fooled by IMITATION dailies. The Dublin Daily is the ONLY daily youll ever need. We can help you TURN YOUR POWER AND WATER BACK ON!!!
Join us now!
Unlike IMITATION dailies, WeCARE delivers all the important newsdirect to your door, no matter how difficult your door is to reach.
DONT subject yourself to terrible threats in the streets in order to read OVERINFLATED JUVENILE BOASTS that advise you to indulge in DANGEROUS fireworks and battles!
WeCARE will come to YOU.
WeCARE will fight your battles FOR YOU.
WeCARE will keep you safe and IN THE LIGHT.
Who cares about you? WE do.
WeCARE.
Buh! Its all I can come up with. Buh! I say again. I cant even stand to keep reading. I ball it up and crush it into a tiny hard wad. Finally I manage, Imitation? Im so perturbed I cant even cuss. I can barely talk. Overinflated? Whos writing this drivel?
I been keeping Dublin safe and in the light since last October! Months of delivering food and supplies to folks too scared to leave their hidey-holes. Months of fighting monsters, of finding and collecting little kids that got orphaned on Halloween when their folks were out celebrating and never came home because they got devoured by Shades or some other Unseelie. Months of rounding up people and taking them to Inspector Jayne so they could learn to fight.
Nobody else ever bothered to step forward and help folks survive.
Now this?
Im getting dissed by some paper thats pretending Im the pretender?
There is some serious ass-kicking going to happen, I mutter. As soon as I find out who the feck We-the-feck-Care is.
I spend the next few hours whizzing around my city, tearing the stupid things off my posts and putting up The Dani Daily.
They used my posts. Couldnt even find their own places to put them up.
Reaching out to MY market by taking MY posts. Stupid fecking copycats. Im so mad, Im steaming. If anybody was watching from above, all theyd see is a blur of motion leaving two plumes of pure pissed-offedness trailing out of my ears.
I figure tomorrows got to be a better day.
Lately, it seems all I ever figure is wrong.
TEN
Cat scratch fever
Four nights hes come to me, murmuring my name.
Kat, he says and he makes of that one syllable an exquisite melody with which not even the divine orchestral choir of all the angels in heaven could compete.
He chimes my name in the language of the Unseelie and it makes my ears ring until my mind is emptied of all thought, until my eyes are incapable of beholding any vision other than him. He is so beautiful that merely looking at him makes me weep, and when I brush tears from my cheeks, my hands come away tainted red by blood.
He wakes me but doesnt wake me.
He takes me to a place that is so perfect and serene and free of worry that I want to stay there forever.
Dani out!
I dont tell them the worst part is what Jo told me this morningthat some of the waitresses at Chesters encourage the bugs to get under their skin. I dont want to give them any ideas. This Unseelie has a specialty: it feeds on human fat. Prestotiny waist! Hello buggoodbye cellulite! Dont like those dimpled thighs? Bug up. The walls havent been down long enough for folks to get dystopian-thin, and with the amped-up sexuality of so much Fae royalty walking around dangling the promise of potential immortality, the focus on fashion and beauty has never been more extreme.
Jo told me that a couple of the waitresses are real proud to have one. Its becoming a status symbol or something, like hair extensions or boob jobs. Jo said the waitresses claim they dont kill humans, they just eat their fat, and they can hardly feel them in their skin at all.
I think thats bull. I think they hitch a ride because theyre getting more from humans than fat. I think they experience everything their host experiences: pleasure, pain, whatever. The Unseelie are bugging us and we let them. They invade our bodies and gather intel from the inside, then report back to Papa, who probably reports back to the Unseelie princes, the better to prey on us. What do these idiot waitresses think? That the bug will eventually return to its own body and leave them all pretty and thin, no harm no foul?
Dude, its an Unseelie! Theres always a catch.
I zip around the corner to my first pole, grocery cart rattling.
When I see one of my papers from last week still hanging up, gleaming pinkish-white in the rosy moonlight, it surprises me. Folks always take them down, and take them home, wherever that is. Darn few get left behind.
As I get closer, I realize its not my paper.
What the feck? Whats on my pole? Folks know to leave me notes at the General Post Office.
I slip into fast-mo, get nose-to-nose with it.
Im so flabbergasted my jaw about hits the pavement.
The Dublin Daily
May 20, 1 AWC
YOUR ONLY SOURCE FOR CREDIBLE NEWS IN AND AROUND NEW DUBLIN BROUGHT TO YOU BY WECARE WE BRING YOU ALL THE NEWS THAT MATTERS.
WE WILL HELP YOU SURVIVE!
WECARE
Gah, dudes! Plagiarize much? I pluck the offending matter from my pole and almost drop the thing, my eyeballs are so freaked out. The Dublin Daily not The Dani Daily? Like, maybe they could have an original thought? Holy mimicking monkeys, they aped my intro! Hardly even changed any fecking words!
I scan it, quick-like.
Dont be fooled by IMITATION dailies. The Dublin Daily is the ONLY daily youll ever need. We can help you TURN YOUR POWER AND WATER BACK ON!!!
Join us now!
Unlike IMITATION dailies, WeCARE delivers all the important newsdirect to your door, no matter how difficult your door is to reach.
DONT subject yourself to terrible threats in the streets in order to read OVERINFLATED JUVENILE BOASTS that advise you to indulge in DANGEROUS fireworks and battles!
WeCARE will come to YOU.
WeCARE will fight your battles FOR YOU.
WeCARE will keep you safe and IN THE LIGHT.
Who cares about you? WE do.
WeCARE.
Buh! Its all I can come up with. Buh! I say again. I cant even stand to keep reading. I ball it up and crush it into a tiny hard wad. Finally I manage, Imitation? Im so perturbed I cant even cuss. I can barely talk. Overinflated? Whos writing this drivel?
I been keeping Dublin safe and in the light since last October! Months of delivering food and supplies to folks too scared to leave their hidey-holes. Months of fighting monsters, of finding and collecting little kids that got orphaned on Halloween when their folks were out celebrating and never came home because they got devoured by Shades or some other Unseelie. Months of rounding up people and taking them to Inspector Jayne so they could learn to fight.
Nobody else ever bothered to step forward and help folks survive.
Now this?
Im getting dissed by some paper thats pretending Im the pretender?
There is some serious ass-kicking going to happen, I mutter. As soon as I find out who the feck We-the-feck-Care is.
I spend the next few hours whizzing around my city, tearing the stupid things off my posts and putting up The Dani Daily.
They used my posts. Couldnt even find their own places to put them up.
Reaching out to MY market by taking MY posts. Stupid fecking copycats. Im so mad, Im steaming. If anybody was watching from above, all theyd see is a blur of motion leaving two plumes of pure pissed-offedness trailing out of my ears.
I figure tomorrows got to be a better day.
Lately, it seems all I ever figure is wrong.
TEN
Cat scratch fever
Four nights hes come to me, murmuring my name.
Kat, he says and he makes of that one syllable an exquisite melody with which not even the divine orchestral choir of all the angels in heaven could compete.
He chimes my name in the language of the Unseelie and it makes my ears ring until my mind is emptied of all thought, until my eyes are incapable of beholding any vision other than him. He is so beautiful that merely looking at him makes me weep, and when I brush tears from my cheeks, my hands come away tainted red by blood.
He wakes me but doesnt wake me.
He takes me to a place that is so perfect and serene and free of worry that I want to stay there forever.
