Filler…filler…gotta write some filler... thought Emily, once again alone in her head without futile little fictitious characters trying to get out. Why don't they ever bother Alice? she wondered, then answered herself; Because Alice doesn't have little imaginary chats with them as she is a sane person. Maybe. [Nah, I just come up with random little bizarre sketches, usually involving the cast of Inuyasha as well…]
Right, she thought, I'll go have a little wander round all their heads, see how they like it…

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First of all, she took a little stroll through the land of Pink Havok to see how Flori was doing. The elves there [I suppose we will have to consider them drow elves as they are elven creatures that live in an underground world and not in Faerie] were playing Twister [as drow elves do] whilst the Original Hardcore Faerie Queen of Pink Havok sat with her Faerie King and drank pink strawberry schnapps. Emily (handily invisible and omnipotent) looked around the various cells for Flori and was bemused to find her not there. She wandered back to the main room and found that Flori was being the person operating the spinner.
"Left foot red!" yelled Flori happily. Chaos ensued.
Hmmm, thought Emily, maybe this is her kind of place after all.

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Emily continued to wander and ponder, pondering things like - ooh, who's this person messing with Beansprout now? See if it'd referred to himself as a she maybe it could have been Alice making her presence known, but it's a bloke. What's a f***ing MAN doing with our plot, huh?
And as she was pondering and wandering, she found herself inside Yakky's comatose dreamworld. It was a clear-skied Nepalese landscape with yaks wandering hither and thither across a vast rolling mountain range. Yakky was lying on his back, looking at the sky forlornly.
"Yakky, what are you doing here? You don't even like yaks…" said Emily inquisitively.
Yakky was clearly not himself, because he didn't answer with a typical "Who the folk are you?" Instead, he sighed distantly.
"Well, it beats the feeling of falling, or watching her falling and hitting the ground over and over."
"S'pose so," said Emily, and sat on the grass.
"So where am I this time?" he continued, not looking at her. "I'm not dead, or in limbo, or heaven - because I've been to all those places before." [And got the T-shirt]
"Coma."
"Forever?"
"Thats the mystery! but somehow I doubt it. Aren't you going to ask me who I am? I love telling people, you know."
"No, I don't really care." [Cue violins for Yakky…][alas the angst!]
"Don't be depressed. I'm sure it'll be a comedy again at some point in the future. I don't like soap operas…" said Emily, and with a sigh she got up and walked off.

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Beansprout's dreams were full of vast black dimensionless voids Spaces that should contain emotions and memories were filled with the howling of Himalayan wind and a sense of vertigo. It was hard to tell it there was any humanity left.
Reminds me kinda of Kikyo, thought Emily. Is there no originality left in the world? Noticing that someone had been messing with her anti-violence efforts, she decided to do a little messing herself. With the sword safely hidden elsewhere by Flibbage, it was easier to give our heroine a little self control.

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Depressed by her days work, Emily returned to her own head.
Damn, it's hard to write when everything is so downbeat, she said.