Harriet wrote:
I hereby accept the Blake's 7 Round Robin Challenge...
Hurrah!
to tie up the various strands into a coherent plot *and* include all the necessary items.
<much bowing and scraping>
And Gan -- Gan was staring at the grille where Cally's voice had sounded, both hands clenched by his sides so tightly that his knuckles showed white even in the dim light. For a moment Jenna hardly recognised him. His face was ghastly pale and he looked half-dead with sudden understanding, his eyes dark shadows of pain.
Avon's breath hissed between his teeth. "*Gan.*"
Oops... Brilliant tying in of that plot twist with the sudden change in someone's appearance requirement.
"I should have known you couldn't be trusted!" The smaller man let loose a kick at the little fronded creature, who squealed again and backed away, still chattering frantically.
I can't believe you got the Decima in. Much kudos.
She took a step forward almost without thinking. Low down on the wall opposite, the crudely scratched words mocked her with their message, cryptic no longer. She stared at them in dismay.
Someone had better write what this says at some point... And will we ever find out what's happening with Gan's boot...?
Great stuff, Harriet.
Who's next?
Una