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I've been blocked on writing for the last two weeks for RL reasons (the kind that come with an extra bonus round of More Anxiety, yay, just when the drugs were working) but I know what's going on there, at least. But I've realized that I have the beginning and end of this Canadian feminist modern AU Irene Adler fic basically done ... and pretty much no middle in between. It's very irritating.

So here's something that's not going to fit anywhere else.


Be My Clash At Demonhead


I got the door, as usual.

There was an absolutely tiny teenage girl standing outside, with huge intense eyes. "Hi. Are you Xu-lai Ho?" she asked.

"No, I’m Jane Wang. Xu-lai's downstairs. Come in. Can I take your coat?"

"Sure, here, thanks. Can I take my shoes off? So are you her, um, assistant? I guess you're both usually chasing after people, right?"

She kept on like that all the way down the stairs. I sadistically looked forward to handing her off to Xu-lai.

Xu-lai was leaning back on the futon smoking, her feet on the coffee table, an ashtray in her lap. At least the window over her head was open, I thought.

"Um, hi," said the girl.

Xu-lai opened her eyes. "Hello."

The girl took a deep breath, then whipped out a phone. "I'm Knives Chau," she said, calling up a photo of a pink-haired girl, "and I need to know everything about her."