Arith Metic-- a witch-- conjures online aquaintences, agrees to meet one, and then haphazardly wanders into the wastes with a couple "friends" and relatively no information.

A story I wrote for this contest. As well as hone to my romance skills, which are not my strongsuit. Also includes a rich amount of world setting, for no reason at all. I feverously (if James Joyce can make up words than, by georgiable, so can I) wrote 91.666 % of this fic in a day.
[Edit: I won said contest!]