Current Page: 84
Target Page: GAH!
Place in Story: Well, while I try and buy myself some time to figure out how to get Spencer out of the craphole I've dug her into, I'm revisiting Myrtle for the first time in a while. I spent a week ignoring her, but I'm pretty sure she's actually useful now in padding my word count. So, Myrtle is at a sorority party now (one she got dragged along to because she hadn't been out of the house in weeks because NOVELING!); she just got sat on by a drunk freshman who thinks that Myrtle is trans* because the freshman sat on Myrtle's pen while Myrtle was sneakily trying to write.
With regards to Spencer, I'm sure you're wondering what craphole she's gotten into. Well, her navigation and communications systems are both down (she had an idea that didn't work; instead of successfully leading the enemy ship away from the base planet of the rebellion, the King's Stiletto was brought onto the enemy flagship and sabotaged); also, the base planet of the rebellion - the only definitively friendly planet in the only definitively friendly system within a range where navigation is simple - has been overtaken by beings of a malicious nature. She found this out when getting the coordinates to the base planet (she was calling the commander of the rebellion on their backup communicator, which is kind old), and then the bad guy took over.
I have no idea what to do about this. Suggestions?
On that note, I'm going to continue to write this awkward encounter in Myrtle's world, to the sounds of drunken frolicking outside. (Since today was the game against our rivals, there's even more drunken frolicking than normal, even though we lost).
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