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When Madeline reaches the end of the stairs, her flight ceases and she collapses to the steps. All around her, water stretches to the horizon. She can't swim away when she can't be sure there is even a shore to swim to, wherever she is. Sobs rise up in her chest and she can't tell if she's crying over her failing marriage, her husband's betrayal, or the fact she's stuck someplace that shouldn't even exist, subject to the whims of an evil fae. Alright, it's the later. She has a vision of the red giant coming through the cloud gate. She can't remember how she battled the massive creature, only the horrible certainty she'd die and die painfully.

Now she's been cast as the horrible pixie's pirate lord. Is she going to walk the plank? Fight off the entire British armada, like some kind of Blas de Lezo. Oh, she shouldn't have thought that: de Lezo fought off Edward Vinson's armada with one arm, one leg and one eye. She clutches her arms about her, worrying what else this fae has in store. Then she hears…a helicopter? Where the hell is she?

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Clearly, Daz had nothing to do with this, since this is happening someplace that may only be reachable via the Time Transmographier. We, back here in Chicago, have no idea if this place is even exactly real. Like, it could be some kind of pocket dimension that only exists within incomprehensible quantum math. Or maybe there really are magical creatures who can manipulate the TT to point towards faerie lands. It's not a question any of us remaining here at Poses Studio are qualified to even speculate. Iray captured the photographic evidence with the TT Viewer. Photoshop and NIK, Jr., share all of our growing panic that Madeline may be in serious, life-threatening danger.

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Please, friends, if you know of anyway to combat this—whatever it is!—please let us know. We can't bear the idea of watching Madeline die facing strange steampunk pirates. If you care about her at all, search your arcane libraries, old pulp novels, anything! and help us save her.

*****

This minor story starts here: fav.me/db1ltts and continues here: fav.me/db3xtkd

Description
When Madeline reaches the end of the stairs, her flight ceases and she collapses to the steps. All around her, water stretches to the horizon. She can't swim away when she can't be sure there is even a shore to swim to, wherever she is. Sobs rise up in her chest and she can't tell if she's crying over her failing marriage, her husband's betrayal, or the fact she's stuck someplace that shouldn't even exist, subject to the whims of an evil fae. Alright, it's the later. She has a vision of the red giant coming through the cloud gate. She can't remember how she battled the massive creature, only the horrible certainty she'd die and die painfully.

Now she's been cast as the horrible pixie's pirate lord. Is she going to walk the plank? Fight off the entire British armada, like some kind of Blas de Lezo. Oh, she shouldn't have thought that: de Lezo fought off Edward Vinson's armada with one arm, one leg and one eye. She clutches her arms about her, worrying what else this fae has in store. Then she hears…a helicopter? Where the hell is she?

—————

Clearly, Daz had nothing to do with this, since this is happening someplace that may only be reachable via the Time Transmographier. We, back here in Chicago, have no idea if this place is even exactly real. Like, it could be some kind of pocket dimension that only exists within incomprehensible quantum math. Or maybe there really are magical creatures who can manipulate the TT to point towards faerie lands. It's not a question any of us remaining here at Poses Studio are qualified to even speculate. Iray captured the photographic evidence with the TT Viewer. Photoshop and NIK, Jr., share all of our growing panic that Madeline may be in serious, life-threatening danger.

—————

Please, friends, if you know of anyway to combat this—whatever it is!—please let us know. We can't bear the idea of watching Madeline die facing strange steampunk pirates. If you care about her at all, search your arcane libraries, old pulp novels, anything! and help us save her.

*****

This minor story starts here: fav.me/db1ltts and continues here: fav.me/db3xtkd