Domino Flash keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Dalmation who is blessed with a coat that argues for itself. On slow afternoons Domino Flash writes plays where everyone dies and then gets snacks and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Domino Flash and the way doors behave around them. Domino Flash would rather collect quiet wins over a wheel that everyone agrees has opinions than loud ones that nobody understands.