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Cayce is sitting at a table in Redd Rockett's Pizza Port, tapping away at her laptop. At her elbow is a bottle of Dasani water, label peeled off, and a Caesar salad. Her Rickson jacket is draped across the back of her chair. She is typing up her notes from her Osaka trip. Even though she is aware that it's a somewhat pointless activity, the routine is soothing, and makes her feel almost normal. It distracts pleasantly from the fact that she is stuck in what basically amounts to her own special version of Hell.

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((Feel free to drop by and say hello to Cayce, criticize her taste in music, etc. ^_^ Incidentally, she has about 20GB of music from a variety of time periods and genres on her laptop, and another 40GB of different stuff on her iPod, which adds up to something over 10,000 songs. If it was released before Nov. 2004 and is not country & western, easy listening, or crappy Top 40 stuff, there's a chance she may have it. The chance is increased if it's minimalist classical, New Wave, David Bowie, punk/post-punk, or pop in the Belle and Sebastian or Magnetic Fields mold. ~~Why yes, Cayce-mun is a minor league music nerd.~~))

Current Mood: lonely
Current Location: Tomorrowland, Redd Rockett's Pizza Parlor
Current Music: David Bowie, "Space Oddity"

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A tall, thin young woman appears in a puff of hot-pink smoke. Her hair, coiled in a rather prim bun, is white with a black streak through it; her eyes cold blue. She's sensibly dressed in a plain white blouse under a black jacket, long black skirt, and boots, and she looks rather schoolteacher-ish -- although instead of a ruler or pointer, she holds a cast-iron fireplace poker in her left hand. Her right hand is empty, which seems to startle her when she realises it.

She looks around hopefully, and immediately her face falls. "Oh hell. Hell. Now what?"

At the sight of Mickey and the Cat, she seems not so much astonished as deeply, deeply aggravated. She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs.

( She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella. )

((Susan is taken from a few years after the end of The Thief of Time; before her arrival at Dizzy Land via an unfortunate magical accident, she spent a few months at Hogwarts in