Fact 1: I will be at Babscon this weekend.
Fact 2: So will Bradel.
Fact 3: So will our laptops.
Fact 4: So will alcohol.
This plan could not possibly go wrong.
"But Horizon," you cry, "that's not a plan! It's a loosely structured series of implications —"
— COULD. NOT. POSSIBLY. GO. WRONG.
So yeah: In two days, late-ish Friday night, probably starting about 10 PM Pacific time (GMT -0800), Bradel and I are going to begin consuming uncomfortable amounts of alcohol, retreat to an Undisclosed Location with Internet access, and then sit down to livewrite. Livefic. Whatever.
This will most likely involve something along the lines of opening a google doc and typing amid the distractions and snark of whoever wants to open up the doc with us and play peanut gallery, while our brains increasingly shut down. Bradel's done it before, and he's got some Plans for his writing time around. Me? Maybe I can talk him into tag-teaming his story for a truly collaborative experience, or maybe I'll Occupy Page 2 and do something completely ridiculous to his semi-serious, like write crossover Twilight Sparkle/Flatland geometric porn.
Want to see what gets metaphorically pooped onto the keyboard in that sweet spot while our judgment centers are flatlined and the typing centers still work? Keep an eye here or on Bradel's blog on Friday night and we'll link with the linkies.
Also, a shout-out to my fellow authors attending Babscon: There is NOTHING for fanfic content on Saturday. Anyone want to try to cadge together an impromptu author gather, say, 5 pm Saturday for an hour or two? If they'll let us take over unused con space (not guaranteed), maybe we could go occupy Quills & Sofas; or cram into someone's hotel room (volunteers?), or just swarm the atrium until we start getting dirty looks from the hotel staff?
 Disclaimer: Flatland porn not guaranteed. I may just tease you with it all night while I write something differently demented.