#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 89: 2025 Arkham 2 of 2

#Wss366 Rabbit / Easter #MastoPrompt Boredom #TimeTravelAuthors 04/5. Games in your story

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Once I was out of sight, I whispered, “We need to head Ms. Dubois off before they learn about the letter cache. Be ready to time-trip if the #rabbits spot us.”

It didn’t come to that. The rabbits were focused on the professor.

We were also fortunate that the path the professor was on curved down into a ravine and then backtracked to the statue. That meant we could dive straight through the woods using an unofficial trail. The extra time allowed us to be cautious.

Periodically, we glimpsed ICE-nine uniforms and hid. It was a grim game of hide-and-seek. It kept #boredom at bay but was nowhere near as fun as playing pinochle or bezique with Emily.

While on our way, I came up with a plan and manifested a loose-fitting trench coat, fedora, and surgical mask. I also doused myself with Old Clipper cologne to hide any unique smells. Sus, I am sure, but I figured in the dim light I would pass as a man, someone clearly not Henrietta Bijou.

I was ready by the time we stumbled out of the ravine onto the path. I leaned against a tree, panting. A new idea occurred to me, and I hurriedly manifested an empty bottle of cheap vodka. Then I waited for my living counterpart to arrive. As she drew near, she moved to the far side of the trail. Yeah, I was suspicious, definitely creepy.

A look of terror came over Ms. Dubois’ face as I lurched across the trail. “Flee! The rabbits are on to you,” I whispered. Finished, I staggered away, dropping the liquor bottle. Lurching explained.

To my relief, the professor turned back, hurrying in the direction she had come from.

I turned in the other way and rushed to the tree to fetch the notes that were already there.

Emily drifted up as I shoved the papers into a pocket of my coat. “That was a plucky move,” she said.

Bezique

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 89: 2025 Arkham 1 of 2

#Wss366 Rabbit / Easter #MastoPrompt Boredom #TimeTravelAuthors 04/5. Games in your story

By the time we had finished eating, the park was emptying as dusk approached. The effort of materializing meant Emily had to rest after finishing her cake. “But it was worth it,” she said.

I pointed to a collection of budding maples. “The statue is over there in that grove,” It was convenient that I knew where it was, but also frightening. What would happen if this new persona took over? Something told me I would forget about the rabbits, the Illuminati, and all that had happened to us. I might even forget Emily, a thought that made me sad.

“Isn’t that you?” Emily said, pointing to a familiar figure hurrying down the path ahead of us. “Let’s ask her about being absorbed.”

I nodded, brushed cake crumbs off myself, and stood up. We’d need to hurry; Professor Dubios was walking fast and glancing over her shoulder.

We had almost caught up when I spotted something lurking in the shadows of the maples. “Psst! Hide ICE-Nine.” I resisted pointing.

Emily nodded toward the nearby trees and slipped into the shrubbery underneath them.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 88: 2025 Arkham

#Wss366 Set #MastoPrompt Palm #TimeTravelAuthors 04/3. What kind of coffee/caffeinated beverage do your characters like?

“Want a sip of my coffee and see what it’s like? French Roast with chicory,” I asked, while thinking about the new mystery. “That is, if you don’t mind that I’ve already drunk some.”

“I don’t mind a secondary kiss,” Emily replied.

I began passing my cup to her, then stopped. “Secondary kiss? That’s a weeb term.”

I laughed, embarrassed. “Forget it. You wouldn’t know what a weeb is.”

“Weeb? It’s like being a Japanophile or an Orientalist, only interested in anime and manga. Wait! I shouldn’t know any of that! None of that stuff existed when I was alive!”

“We’re being absorbed into this time-particle, aren’t we?” I asked.

She nodded, took a thoughtful sip of my coffee, and #set it down, grimacing: “Bitter!”

“So, what do you think?”

“I think you're right about being absorbed. The coffee? I prefer the one you bought me, mellower or tea. I got a taste for it while I was in China.”

“Let’s get those letters and move on before we forget what we are doing.”

Emily held up her #palm in a halt gesture. “Let’s finish the cake first. It’s good.”

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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 7 Mao Dreams No More

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#Wss366 Boring #MastoPrompt Visitor

By the time Chue stirred, the simple millet congee prepared with ample, if common, vegetables had grown cold. It wasn’t prison slop. They evidently were going to treat their prisoners humanely.

She attempted to rouse Mao, who only groaned in response. To Chue’s relief, Mao’s eyes now reacted normally to light, and she drank a trickle of water poured into her mouth.

Having done everything she could to help the woman, Chue sat down and inventoried the items hidden in her robes: her flags, some candy, and a few coins. She unfurled the string of pennants and began playing with them to keep herself entertained, while thinking about how to use what she had found the next time she had #visitors.

When that grew #boring, she took a nap.

A groan from the bed woke her, and she was at Mao’s bedside in an instant.

Mao stared up in a daze, then asked, “What happened?”

“Chue thinks The Mad Frank kidnapped us. He’s been seen with Shaoh agents. The Shining Prince thought I should keep an eye on you. Chue has failed.”

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