My Plot Kittens Ate My Muses.

[estirose]

...Or, why I haven't posted anything lately.


Hunter: *leaning against wall* Hey, Selma, when are you going to write the next Building Family fic?

Selma: *picking up a small white kitten, which disappears in a bunch of sparkles and reappears on her lap* Do you see this? It's a plot kitten. You see those on the floor? They're also plot kittens. Besides, aren't you tired of the angst?

Hunter: Yeah, but the last fic was kinda nice. 'Sides, aren't you doing a major me ep next?

Selma: Yes, but Blake was the one who got volunteered to angst. I think we're tired of the angst. Can't you guys be happy?

Blake: My big brother nearly got killed. What do you think?

Chris: *orbs in* Why don't you finish writing this plot kitten so I can get back to telling Leo that being a Whitelighter to a bunch of Power Rangers doesn't work? And my mom and my dad have a plot idea they'd like you to look at, too.

Selma: This would be the one that involves Gideon, the Magic School, and you not being a whitelighter?

Chris: I didn't say it was a good plot.

Selma: *shrugs* I'm sure they just want you to be safe.

Kira: Speaking of that, can we just....

Chris: No, I have a right to know about that.

Taylor: *picks up plot kitten* Maybe you just need a break from Dino Thunder and Ninja Storm. I'm still pregnant, remember?

Selma: And I think you and Eric have a new writer. Go bother her.

Taylor wanders off with plot kitten in tow.

Hunter: *shrugs* And us?

Selma: Give me and Beth time, okay?

Hunter: Right. *Dons gear and drives away*

Chris: And me?

Selma: *starts thudding head on bed again* Go away or I'll make you look about seven feet tall with feelers and eyestalks on the rewrite. And then I'll....

Chris: I get it! *orbs out*

Selma: Finally, some peace and quiet around here.