Skylar woke quite suddenly and sat bolt upright, her hair twisted and warped into a frizzy halo around her head as she struggled to understand what was happening. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, and vague, some kind of small town. The sound of the waves and the smell of dead kelp brought it all back, she was in Ravensnose, her hometown. Pushing to her feet, she brushed the fine layer of amethyst dust from her cult-issued coverall and offered a wave to Evil Joe, who was taking a mourning stroll, walking his small cloud of malaria mosquitoes, each one pulled along at the end of a tiny, yet elegant, little collar and leash. Evil Joe waved pleasantly with his stump, and lifted the cracked, dirty baby-face mask high enough to offer a polite smile with his pointy teeth. Since his lips went missing, he always seemed to be smiling the widest of smiles, and there was no one nicer than Evil Joe. Mind the drool though.

... what were we talking about?

Oh yeah, I'm in prolly!