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OOC note: Whoops, it seems I got booted from theatrical_muse. I don't think I've been behind in prompts since I kept up with the 1-out-of-previous-4 rule, but there's no hard feelings, and I'll continue to write prompts on this journal anyway.

Link dumping to the theatrical_muse prompts:

[ 1 ] If...
[ 2 ] Talk about something you inherited.
[ 3 ] Name one thing about human nature that puzzles you.
[ 4 ] Write about a memory of summer.
[ 5 ] Sunrise.
[ 6 ] Talk about one thing you hope to do in the upcoming year that you have never done before.
[ 7 ] Do you believe in ghosts?
[ 8 ] If you could pick anyone in the world, alive or dead, to be your parents, who would it be and why?
[ 9 ] Write a fan letter.
[ 10 ] Who has made you smile recently?

I find myself heartilly amused that His Majesty looks like he's had a facelift.

I'm still around, though you wouldn't be able to tell by how (not) often I post here. At the moment I'm idly toying with the idea of a Labyrinth/MirrorMask crossover, plus a MirrorMask vid set to music from Labyrinth -- if someone else has already done this, let me know.

Previous theatrical_muse posts:

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Generous lj fairy, whoever you are, know that your gift of paid time has sparked in me a mix of jubilation and distress because goodness knows I don't write in this livejournal as much as I'd desperately want to. You're really way to kind.

If you want something from me, a challenge fic or drabble or anything, please let me know. *wibbles*

There are few things more wondrous than watching the sun rise of a snow-streaked Labyrinth. There's a strange peacefulness here... Maybe it's because all the goblins have gone to sleep, the chickens are all cooped up and there's just no one else around.

If it were like this a lot more, I could get used to this place.

Happy New Year.

Sarah looks up from her reading. She squints at the tall window at the corner of the room.

Is that... snow?

Carefully putting the book down, she half-runs to the window.

Blue snow?

She looks down.

Why are the goblins eating it?



OOC: He started it.