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So. I'm working on a novel. I have 43000 words or so at the moment, so I'm roughly half done one book. I do intend to finish, edit, and submit it for publishing, and to that end I am looking for people to read what I have so far (including the beginning that definitely needs rewriting, but whatever) and point out plot stuff, mostly. I want people to actually critique things Helpful parties will end up on the Acknowledgements page under whatever name they desire.

If anyone is interested, shoot me a pm and I'll see about sending you a copy of where I currently am, as well as add you to the regular-update-mailing-list I'm trying to set up.

For reference, the novel (at least the part that isn't horrible beginning that I technically wrote a few years ago) contains undescribed nudity, adult language, death, conspiracy-that-isn't, conspiracy-that-is, murder, destruction, possible genocide, magic, emotional drama, nonbinary genders, a lack of sexual orientation labels in society, separate marriage and reproductive contracts, animals with irregular numbers of appendages just because they thought it was cool at the time, and a very observant but equally oblivious main character.

Aiden briefly heard his name. He didn't risk trying to find out what was going on. What were they supposed to do if this thing crashed? He couldn't fly! He was pretty sure Persi couldn't fly either, and he'd sort out later who else was there. Maybe one of them could fly, but if they could make everyone fly they wouldn't need the plane.

Oh look, a fly. Maybe something on this contraption would be able to survive a crash, if it somehow managed to get outside of the plane before impact. He was pretty sure nothing would survive the actual impact. Impact was bad.

There was less vibrating. And someone was talking. He'd care about the talking later. Something about a park and surviving. Yeah, he'd deal with that later. Right now, he just tried to decide if the lack of vibrating was going to last or not. He didn't dare look out the window in case they were falling out of the sky or something. He was never going to ever get into a plane willingly. Ever. If people wanted him on a plane, they could knock him out again.

((Not dead! Really! Trying to get away from sheer thesisness x.x))

He did not feel particularly pleasant. His head seemed rather sore and there was a niggling feeling that he was forgetting something significant that was currently largely forgotten because it was external rather than internal. Internal was mostly taken up by the sore head thing.

External gained extra points when he realized that it was vibrating. Perhaps waking up would be a good idea. Vibrating things were rarely good.

He opened his eyes. Okay, nothing dramatic. Unfamiliar, but undramatic. He gave his head a weary shake and looked around. Seats, mostly empty, with straps. Seat belts? Were they in some weird vehicle?

Wait, that was a window. Except it didn't show land. Those were clouds. Really close clouds.

Clouds instead of land. Airplane?

Aiden had never been in an airplane before. He now realized that he had never been more than a few stories off the ground before. He hadn't thought he had a problem with heights.

If the arm rests weren't quite so strangled right now (and, you know, were capable of communication) they might disagree with that idea. Aiden would agree with them when he got past the whole OH SH!T DON'T MOVE thing going on in his head at the moment. He might even notice that Persi was staring at him by then too.

Aiden pointedly pulled off his sunglasses and stared at Kaitlyn. "Do I really look human to you?" At the very least, he knew very well that his eyes were pretty disconcerting to anyone who didn't expect them, and some people who did anyway. "Human mismatched eyes are both normal colours, like blue and brown. Silver is not blue."

Yes. He had a point. How kind of her to notice. "If you can do it without people on the other side noticing, that would be good. It'll be harder to explain what we're doing there, but hopefully it won't be hard to find Persi and then we can tell the truth and book it." Yes. That was pretty much his plan for getting Persi away from his parents. Tell them they were there to save him from them, grab him, and run like hell.

Well, that was not helpful.

He was a little too quick to judge, though. Apparently Kaitlyn did have something resembling a plan, and it wasn't bad. "That should get the door open, I guess, but most humans don't wear sunglasses at night." He tapped the rather noticeable set covering his mismatched eyes. "And going without them would be even more obviously off."

It did sound less dangerous than breaking in or something. Well, literally breaking in. With shattered glass and physical force and whatever. He'd do that if he had to, but it probably wouldn't be the most successful course of action. Something calm, even stealthy, at least to start. That was probably the way to go.

Couldn't pay enough attention to notice that Aiden didn't want to talk about this. Tch. "Unofficially, yeah. Only person I did." Leave it at that, leave it at that, leave it at that.

...

"My conscience doesn't sound like a girl," he said flatly, looking around but still not seeing anyone. "There has to be someone here," he said to Persi. Bleh. He didn't want people being around."You see anyone?"

Someone clearly wasn't aware that there was a mass murderer in the building, to be that unobservant. It wasn't like Aiden was shrouded in snow or something.

Oh. That was where he recognized the guy from. Okay. Masque was here? Huh. All right then. He bit into his chicken leg and tore off a small bite before noticing the letters on the guy. Right, visual communication. "You too," he said after swallowing. "I didn't know you lived here."

No one else would be here in the middle of the night, right? No one who didn't live there? It wasn't like some place where people would come and stay for a few days and be stressed and wander around at night because they couldn't sleep. The stressed people wandering at night already lived there. As long as certain people didn't wander at night, though...