Apr 2009 Archive, part b

1. Misadventures in Middle Earth
   Summary: My OC end up in the Lotr world. I suck at summary's so if a sarcastic twit ending up in the Lotr world and bringing chaos wherever he goes *And quite a few scratches* Is your cup of tea then by all means enjoy. Otherwise you can read somethin
   
   
   Krisp didn't quite understand what happened. One moment he was chatting with South and Whatev, and the next, he was there. He didn't know where, apart from the fact it looked like a fantasy world. South would have told him which one, but he wasn't there. Well, Krisp would have to find out by himself.
   He was currently into some woods, with, well, random trees and other various plants he couldn't tell which they were because he wasn't a botany geek. Well, in any case he would have been screwed. Nobody in the Infernal Trio was a botany geek.
   Krisp walked a bit around and stumbled on some underground city, full of funky people with pointed ears. Vulcans, maybe. OK, so they were Vulcans. He would teach them how to have fun. It was clever of him to keep the lighter and the aerosol bomb.
   Krisp wandered around until he found a place full of people. He then lit his lighter and sprayed the aerosol bomb on it. He shouted 'SURPRISE, HAHAHAHAHA' and ran toward the crowd. The Vulcans were a little bit more emotional than expected, but they managed quite well to evacuate. Krisp chased them in the corridors, almost burned himself on several occasions and still managed to make some people panic.
   Then he ended up in a small gray room, where two other guys were shouting at him.
   "Krisp, will you stop this? Oh my glod, you went flamethrower-crazy!"
   "Where have you been?"
   "Oh, sorry, guys, I just arrived... I was in some funky place full of weird Vulcans, I was having a little fun, and I didn't realize I was back here..."
   "And you got FLAMETHROWER-CRAZY on the people there??? You have strange ways of filling your time, Krisp."

I have to add a disclaimer to this, I do not own LotR nor to I own Bold Font, though she is a good friend. Sorry for any and all spelling mistakes, I have no spell check right now.



Leto and Milask were sitting in the PPC General Store during a very odd quiet time. The minis were stocking the shelves with latest barterings from the agents, one notable thing to come in recently was a box from the Who verse. No not a Tardis, but it relied on many of the same principles.

Milask is humanoid cat standing about 150cm (5 feet), was lounging in the back room when his fur stood on end. "What is happening out there Leto?"

Leto, a young (dare I say it) man called back, "what do you mean?"

"I am getting this creapy fealing that something has come up that needs emergency repair," Milask yelled back. "Just when I was about to nod off, too."

"What ever it is, we will just send it to HQ. They owe us enough..." Leto finished with a mutter.

Milask tried to go back to that semi vegitative state that he loves to assume when he got the chance. It wasn`t often, specially when his best friend`s wife was a dragon. Literally. She could transform into any form and size that she wanted, due to the ability to share L-space. Currently she was in her lab trying to make some new concotions to sell. Her form was that of a 14 year old Japanese girl. Milask would call her jail bait if he wasn`t affraid of getting his head bitten off figuatively by Leto and litterally by the dragon herself. Life is interesting, not necessarily safe.

Milask couldn`t get to sleep, the pressure to his sixth sence was starting to get uncomfortable. Like when someone scratching in one place constantly for about an hour.

"Are you sure nothing is happening out there?" Milask yelled out to Leto. There was no reply. "What? You trying to be funny now?" Milask jumped to his feet and went to the door that lead to the store proper. Something was telling him that he was not going to like what he would see on the other side.

Instead of yanking the door open like he was origionally planning he cautiously opened the door a small amount. Only to have the door punch him in the gut when Smeagul, the mini-balrog, pushed it forcefully from the other side. Smeagul was not happy. Now Milask`s curriosity was truly stilled. There is truth in the maxim `curriosity killed the cat` and Milask had already lost a couple. It was times like this where he didn`t know if he is glade or not about the minis ablity to speak. All he knew was the Smeagul what mad.

"Calm down, I`m sure that we can fix what ever is out there. Is Leto still out there?" When Smeagul shook his head, Milask knew he was in for Interesting Times.

"Don`t worry, I am sure that we can get your toy back," Leto hated when Milask refered to him as Smeagul`s plaything. But being a cat, Milask didn`t care.

Going back to the door, Milask opened it fully. Smeagul got out, so there couldn`t be anything dangerous in the immidiate vacinity.　What he saw was the black box in the middle of the floor, crap.

Taking his time, Milask went to the shelves and graped a portal generator, a couple of disguse kits and a emergency kit. The only place where he would blend in would be the Rifts continuum and the later age of Dr Who. Not a very broad range.

Then he touched the box.

****************

Milask woke up in a place that could only be described as downtown Brooklyn. Leto was beside him in his shop clothes.

"`Bout time you got here," Leto said to him. "Unfortunatly, the portal generator doesn`t work and for once it isn`t because you landed on it and brock it."

It is common knowledge that no matter where you packed the generator. Be it in its own hard case or in the middle of a backpack, you will fall on it and it will break. Depending on how you packed it, that call be a very painful fall. The experienced agent will just carry it in his or her back pocket and have repair tools as part of his kit.

"I don`t think that this is a regular mission," Leto commented. "I mean, this world is fully formed and real. I almost got hit by a taxi after waking up. Wonder what is happening."

"Well we better find out fast, this disguse itches," Milask complained. Never mind that the disguses only bent light, Milask said that he could feal it.

Leto rolled his eyes at him and started looking around. Some music was comming from an open window. "Wonder what that is..." Milask started walking over to the window.

Inside was a girl sitting at a computer with the lable IGNIS in bold letters across the top of the moniter and a LotR game playing. "Daddy Sauron, can you get me some water please, I am at a difficult part of the war and I am thirsty!"

"Okay, that was strange.." Suddenly a tugging fealing at their navel caught them both and the scene went blank, they both passed out.

******************

The woke to find themselves in a desert. Now being of the variety of being that is covered in fur and dark fur at that, the sun was uncomfortable.

"Hey, aren`t those the Blue Mountains over there," Leto said pointing. "What are we doing in ME?"

"Don`t know, but what is with this desert?" Milask replied, "I thought this area was forests."

"That would put up in Elven territory then, we better change our disguses then," Leto muttered. He fiddled on the dial on Milask`s and his own disgise generator changed them to elf.

At this point a group of young women crested a dune not that far away. Their bickering started to get heated (pun intended). One was crying and one was rolling her eyes at everything. "And where are you precious elves." Was heard by the two men.

At that point, one of the girls saw them. The squwee must have been heard by the dogs in the southern deserts.

"HOT ELVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Leto never saw this in his life, but this girl was now in the middle of a flying glomp, and Milask was the target.

Milask side stepped yelled back, "Yes, I am a hot elf. The heat is killing me." To the girl that was now rolling down rest of the dune. "Are you responsible...." The tugging sensation came again and the two men passed out again.

**********************


When the revied again Leto started to get the fealing that he has done this before, but couldn`t remember where, or how he got out of it.

This time they found themselves in more of a Rohan type area. "Guess we will have to go back to human."

"Could you say that with a little less disgust, I am human you know," Leto said.

"You aren`t the one who has to make sure that your tail doesn`t exit the field," Milask shot back.

Suddenly, Jane, Leto`s wife, popped into exsistance. She didn`t look happy.

"What. Am. I. Doing. Here?" she accused the men.

"Love, I have no idea. We just found ourselves here ourselves." Leto said. "We just start to figure out what is going on, then we find ourselves somewhere else."

"Oh crap. We are in a Fill-the-Plothole." Jane said, she only looked fourteen currently, if you found out her true age, she would have to kill you. Not even Leto knew how old his wife was. But he did hear a funny story about Rome in its hayday that sounded...

The fealing clicked in Leto. "Great, we have have to get through these, then we can leave. that is why the portal generator isn`t working."

"You two maybe, but as soon as this scene is finished, I am out of here. Someone has to look after the hatchlings while you are here," Jane said. "Oh, and don`t waste time. You know how the minis get when you leave them alone for too long." Jane said with an evil grin.

From out of nowhere a battle started.

"Did you bring any weapons?" Leto asked Milask.

"No," came the rueful replie. "I thought that we could portal right out of here as soon as I found you."

"Then, RUN."

The three of them took off in different directions, soon they lost eachother. Que tugging sensation.

**********************

Milask and Leto awoke to find themselves in a chaotic area. The land was not keeping still. Now that the boys figued out what was happening, they just let it go on.

Soon they cam uppon a man that was spewing a strange aura.

"I thought that Bold Font kept him locked away in her sub conciousness." Leto said. "Nothing good can come of this..."

Thankfully that was when the tugging sensation came.

***********************

They woke to find themselves in a wilderland, and it was wilderous.

"What is that?" Milask asked. It looked like there was an elf floating by. "Wait, I thought that we were in ME. There is no flying elves in ME."

"Well, only if they are being flown somewhere by eagles," Leto replied. "Those things are huge."

A huge pressure come over the whole area, it felt like the pressure of logic. Just when it seamed as if there eyes where about to pop out, and eagle can into existance under the elf and they flew away.

"Guess that solves that..."

TUG *********************

They were woken by music. Leto`s musical education was not that good, but he knew a bad chord when he heard one. And this song had one.

"Hey, isn`t this Mirkwood?" Milask asked.

"You know, I think you are right," Leto replied.

After wandering around for a bit, something shifted in Milask`s vision and building poped into view. "Wowww, I think that we beter get out of here."

Milask lead them to along a path that seemed to leave to area. Luckly they were still in elven disgises. Soon they came uppon an whining sound. Since that seemed to be the only thing happening, Milask followed it and found a fighting erik.

There was what looked like a crying elf in the sand and one holding a practice sword standing nearby talking to another elf.

"I only got one strike to the head in and then he started crying like he did when he first came her as a child. I have no idea what went wrong." The one with the sword said.

"Give him another strick to the head, that may fix it," said the other elf. "I have seen this once before a couple of hundred years ago, that was what fixed it for me."

The man approached the black haired elf gave him a good thawk to the head. After the one on the ground came to himself again, 20 minutes later. "Oww, my splitting head. What happened?"

"I got a lucky strick in my lord, your lord father came at once when you passed out," said the elf holding the sword. "How are you fealing now, other than the headacke?"

"Like I just want to put my childhood behind me, I don`t know why..." Legolas said.

Tug ********************

They woke to find themselves sitting in the back of a classroom while the class was in full swing.

"What the hell," Milask muttered.

The teacher in the front of the room was looking at the black board with a `oblivious gavze`.

"What are we doing here?" Leto asked.

There was a scratching of a pencil near by when where was no one else writing. They were busy trying to figure out what a `gavze` and if it will be on the next test.

Finally, Milask could not stand it anymore and stood up and walked over the writting student. "Hey Leto," Milask called out. "I think we have out culprit right here."

Milask pulled the pencil out of the student`s fingures and the tugging sensation came back.

***************************

When they woke, they found themselves at a zoo. This was not an orginary zoo, it was a zoo in Middle Earth. They knew this because they were looking at two great big oliphants.

Above the cage were the signs Erestor and Glorfindel. Now normally when you have two males of any spcies together they will drive the other one off. That didn`t seem to be the case here.

"What is happening here," Milask asked. "Wait, they aren`t going to... No, NOOOOOO."

At this point the tugging sensation came and not a moment too soon.

***********************

"Well I hope you have had your fun boys." Jane said when they came too. "The hatchlings need to be fed. There is a cow to be quartered in the back, just give them a chunk of that. I have to go to HQ and get that box dealt with."

"Love you too, dear," Leto replied and went to find his children. "Man, I have a headacke. And don`t you dare say anything, anything at all..."

Milask just laughed and went back to the staff room.







Hope you liked that! I tried to add logic to all the stories. Leto

hS, are you on giggle juice at the moment? You seem incredibly determined to make people laugh just now.

1. The Best Maths Class EVER!
   This was actually written during Maths under the oblivious gavze of our wonderful Teacher. We hope you like it.
   
   Jen and Cassie did their best to stifle a giggle as they swapped the piece of paper between desks. It was Maths Class, but through a (in their eyes) wacky trail of 'coincidences' involving a certain movie, teenage hormones, teenage boredom and general teenage silliness, it was quickly developing into something else entirely.
   
   The best part was probably that they looked completely innocent doing it. Writing on a piece of paper in the middle of a class of people writing on pieces of paper? Completely innocent, clearly! The Teacher even smiled at them as it did it's cursory gavze of the classroom. They smiled back, careful to keep what they were actually doing well hidden beneath the textbook. Jen had forgotten hers, leaving her to share with Cassie and leading to their current enterprise. The Teacher trundled past to lock on to a pair of boys in the back spending their time in a more obviously unproductive way.
   
   Cassie had scribbled something in the margin. "goin 2 put this on ff?"
   Jen grinned. "yep!! XD"
   "awesome!"
   "this is the best story eva!"
   "lol XD!"
   Jen sniggered and reviewed what they'd written so far, ignoring the whirring and screaming as the Teacher converted to Combat Mode against the boys at the back. It had Leggy and Aragorn in, who wouldn't love it?
   The two girls looked at each other and grinned. This was the best Maths Class EVER!

5.) A Tale From the Wilderland.

"Legolas! Stop poring over those moldy old tomes and go hunting with me. It's Spring!"

"Yes, ada. I'm just reading the last lines of the Narn before I go."

"Well, hurry up! The others are all expecting some venison along with Dorwinion wine tonight!"

"Very well." Legolas finished quickly, and begean putting on his hunting gear. Once he finished, he went to the stables, where his horse was waiting for him. Then, he joined his father and the rest of the hunting party just outside the gate.

--Several Hours later--

"It was a good hunt, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Legolas. I quite liked the way you brought down a wild boar from fifty paces. You've improved."

"Only because I had a great teac-"

Suddenly, a scream came from a stand of woods up ahead. The hunting pary rode the scene, and found an elven warrior, who had a deep gash on his side.

"What happened?"

"My Lord, A party of orcs has crossed over the border and is attacking a nearby village! Please, come quckly!"

Is that enough for a first try?

3. friendship over no bounds
three friends end up in middle earth seperated and have to fight in the war for the rings disclaimer i do not own anything from the tolkiverse

Max blinked and looked around. He'd just been smoking pot down behind the changing rooms on the park with his best mates, and now he was in this whole other place. There were men in armour rushing all over the place, and people were yelling in a strange language and everyone was carrying absolutely lethal looking swords.

Determined to find out what was going on, Max went up to one of the men yelling orders. Before he could say anything the man turned and glared at Max, before grabbing his arm and dragging him towards one of the buildings that men were coming from.

Half an hour later, Max was wearing the same armour as everyone else, with a white tree emblazoned on his chest and a sword at his side that he had no idea how to use.

--

Tim sat uncomfortably on the horse he'd been given, shifting slightly to try and ease muscles sore from several days of riding. It'd been years since he was last on a horse, but he still remembered some of the basics, which was all to the good since he didn't think any of the men surrounding him were about to give lessons to a beginner. Not that he would understand them at any rate, since none of the bastards seemed to speak English. He'd been conscripted into an army whose language he didn't speak and whose weapons he couldn't use, to fight a war that he didn't even know the meaning of.

'If I was gonna slip through the Rift or whatever, why couldn't I have ended up in the Napoleonic era or later. Somewhere with guns,' he thought, 'not swords and spears and shit that doesn't even make a decent noise when you use it.'

A horn sounded and the column of horses unfolded into a line. Tim found himself near one of the ends, but not so near that he could slip away unnoticed. He knew what would come next now that a line had been formed, and for all his bravado normally, he didn't want to kill a man for a reason that he wasn't sure of. He didn't think that the other side would give him a choice though.

--

Stuck in the middle of a marching column of armed men, James felt like he was going to die. When he'd been found by the side of the road, alone and dazed, he'd been given a sword and shoved into the column. Everywhere he looked the men were as dark-skinned, or darker, than he was. There wasn't a white person in sight, and James was starting to get the bad feeling that white people would be the enemy.

Ahead, lying limp in the still air, he could see a red flag with a black serpent on it, all the way at the front of the soldiers. It was heavily guarded, the spear points of the men around it gleaming in the sun, and James quickly decided to stay away from anything that required that much protection. Between that and the monster elephants at the very back, James reckoned he'd be lucky to survive his 'own side', let alone the enemy.

Never played it before, but I did read some of the past ones. *grins* Now I just need to pick...

And hS.... *bursts out laughing* "Not even"! Not even"! *giggles*

Oh, I am in a silly mood today. :D

Heh. That might be tricky.

I usurped the identity of Sirius Black in an attempt to commit suicide.

Had to reword it slightly to fit it in the subject line.

But my brother's is I threw a spork at Legolas and greatly enjoyed the experiance. Much better. Am now off to steal his passport.

I formed a rock band with Sauron and still wonder why I did that, apparently. *blinks*

Dear Eru, what is WRONG with me?

I kidnapped the Master just to attract his attention? Sounds slashy, not to mention a fatally Bad Idea...

I threw a spork at Agent Acacia just to attract her attention.

and greatly enjoyed the experience.

I threw a spork at Eragon just to get his attention.

Uh...I exorcised the Doctor to fulfill a prophecy.

I'm sure he appreciated it.

I kidnapped Rorschach and beg my fellow PPC agents for forgiveness.

I hope no one is honestly that upset. He's not that cool, so stop your sniveling, you worthless bunch of ingrates. (Watchmen followers...-wanders off, grumbling-)

Mine isn't as interesting as everyone else's.

May 8th, 1987: I formed a rock band with the Sunflower Official while I was drunk.

Rock band? Well, I suppose it's useful for hiding brhind when the SO tries to kill me.

I formed a rock band with Sauron because the voices told me to, apparently.

So what about those of us over 25? Or did the world spring forth into being on January 1st 1983?

Adder: I read C***b***n to J. K. Rowling to fulfill a prophecy. Wow, no wonder she wouldn't sign my copy of Deathly Hallows!

Deuce: I threw a spork at Barack Obama, but everyone laughed at me. What...?

Adder: Well, look on the bright side.

Deuce: What?

Adder: You didn't throw a shoe.

I read C***b***n to Capt. Jack Sparrow, but everyone laughed at me.

(Ten years earlier and I'd have gotten a more accurate ending for the sentence...)

...she went flamethrower-crazy on the Joker and greatly enjoyed the experience.

My mother went flamethrower-crazy on Big Brother, while my father formed a rock band with him. Both of them suspect they have made a mistake (and are probably right).

Okay...

So I read C***b***n to Big Brother out of boredom. Interesting.

I kidnapped some rabid fangirl and greatly enjoyed the experience.

...

So that's what the whimpering noises coming from my closet are.

I insulted the mom of Peter Petrelli and got fined $32 for it.

I insulted the mom of Sauron just to get his attention.

Hee.

April 13th 1988: I went flamethrower-crazy on the Doctor out of boredom

My brother's, September 22nd 1991: I insulted the mum of Severus Snape and still wonder why the hell I did that.

I read C***b***n to the Sunflower Official and still wonder why the hell I did that.

Now if you'll please excuse me, I need to flee this continuum...

I kidnapped the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog and greatly enjoyed the experience.

I'D BE DEAD IF I KIDNAPPED THE KILLER RABBIT OF CAERBANNOG. *Flails around*

I formed a rock band with Darth Vader and got fined $32 for it.

Playing the game with U2 members' birthdates is even funnier. Especially Edge's and Larry's (seriously, reading Celebrian to the SO or throwing a spork at the President??? Well, not that usurpating the Doctor's identity or forming a rock band with Han Solo instead of Edge, Adam and Larry is any better.)

Well, one of my agents recruited Sauron, another formed a rock band with his lust object (lol, he has none) and the third one... wrote a lemon between Boromir and Peter Petrelli!!! OMG

All cited people now have the creepy feeling they made mistakes... and I agree with them, lol.

I insulted the mom of Legolas but I now have the creeping suspicion that it was a mistake.

Don't know if it's badfic. Very disturbing.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4301633/1/Used

No lulz. Felt like vomiting on keyboard.

My inner Grammar Nazi is taking a chainsaw and jackhammer to my skull. I think he wants to get out and kill someone based off some of the summaries alone.

And I've never actually seen Numb3rs.

Sadly, this happens anytime anyone argues politics, or anything, really, on the internet. With complete anonymity and a captive audience, people will exhibit despicable behavior because they know they can get away with it. Of course, some people do it just to get attention (trolls) but some really are just that loony, and the internet gives them a voice.

My advice: Stay out of arguments in general on the internet. After all, we all know the aphorism: Arguing on the internet->Special Olympics, etc.

Well, you're right. These people are dumb. As I'm not American, I don't really care about what Obama does, I only know it can only be better than what Bush did. And maybe Obama does better because he's a Vulcan. Wait, you didn't know ? lol

He's not "my" president, and I couldn't care less about America or your politics, but I see where you're coming from; it's one thing to have a reasonable stance against something or someone, and quite another to mock it/them for no apparent reason. I have no fondness for America at all, but I don't mock you, and I certainly don't make nasty edited pictures. Do those people have nothing better to do with their time? *sigh*

Good thing is, we don't have to look at their silly pictures. :)

My books are Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde, Farenheit 451, Little Women, and I'll switch one of the movies for another book if you don't mid; probably Candy Girl by Diablo Cody (Something every mature-aka, probably sixteen and up--girl (and guy) should read, about the world of strippers. She worte the script for Juno, and she spent a year as a stripper, it's her memoir and so utterly fantastic.)

Movies would be either Singin' in the Rain or Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (that's the problem with musical movies from the fifties; all the same, but still so gorgeous), Ratatouille (fooood), Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, and all of House, MD. Even though it's not a movie.

You need something to watch said five movies on, unless desert islands have DVD players, and my laptop is actually what I'd want to bring over all of these... but despite that:

Books:
LOTR (and the Hobbit and the Silmarillion stuck to it. >> )
A survival manual
Something very big and thick with soft pages

Films (as picked by the geek, not the film studies student):
Lord of the Rings extended editions
Spirited Away
Something Disney, possibly Treasure Planet and probably Beauty and the Beast.

Hmmmm, well, books...
One book about cooking in difficult conditions,
One book about how to identify poisonous stuff you don't want to eat/touch/get stung by on a desert island (and how to treat said poison without the aid of synthetic antitoxins),
And probably a collected edition of all Tolkeins work (Including Mr Bliss, which is still one of the funniest childrens books ever).

Movies, probably Ameile, Spirited Away, Bugsey Malone, Sound of Music and Casablanca.

Alternatively a book about how to make a boat and sail around the world in it would be good!

This is rather like the premise of a popular BBC Radio 4 show, except it is three books plus the complete works of Shakespere and the Bible and five pieces of music.

I brought a tall ship. With ALL my books and DVDs. You can read and watch all you want.

You assume that there's something to watch the movies on, I presume...

Okay. Books: LOTR (yes, I count that as one, because its author did), Polgara the Sorceress and Belgarath the Sorcerer, both from David Eddings' Belgariad/Malloreon series.

Movies: LOTR again, Mamma Mia, Pirates of the Caribbean 1, 2, 3.

Permission is granted. I look forward to seeing Chliever grumble about Medical sterilizing his plaugesword.

Does anyone know what story the Jarre Jarre Hastursen incident took place in? It sounds really interesting.

So you're going to see the tall ship Mir ? (if she hasn't started her season yet)
Well, if you do, tell me if she's still dirty on both sides like last year...

I gift you with a sack of pebbles, your very own sling and a baske of Bleeprin-berries!

I know, I know, it's super late. But here, have an otter plushie and some Swiss chocolate!

Happy belated birthday! Or should I say happy unbirthday? Does it matter, as long as there's cake and friends?

*puts oversized red panda plush on the table, steals some food, and disappears*

I hope it's a good one. :D

*heads off to the table*

Here's a herring and a very large trout.

Party time! Let's get drunk and play Dance Dance Revolution until we fall over! Whee!

I need to forget that House fic.

Happy birthday, here's a tall ship.

The dance party starts here!

And a free coupon good for one special item from Team Rocket, The C'tan, and Chaos!

I'll have cake, not death.

Ooooh, roasted plover! Looks delicious.

Let's get drunk.

What I want to know is what you can actually *do* with these fics. The Marty Stu one is a fairly obvious straight-forwards assassination, but take the first one:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4706726/1/Unfamiliar_dream

What would you actually *do* with that one? Try and break the Author Influence on the continuum and let the usual L4D horde rip things up? This looks like Department of WTF territory...

That's why PPC agents never retire - there is no end to the inflow of badfic. :(

Here. I kept some from the birthday party because I had to forget that House abuse fic, but you need it more than me.

I get that sometimes when the page doesn't finish loading properly.

Welcome, newcomer! Please, have a complimentary walnut! Don't worry, they aren't diseased, nor have they been tampered with in any way.

Ahh, Redwall and Tamora Pierce, I think we'll get along just fine (Veil Sixclaw fan here).

Anyway, I just got back from a 30-mile backpack trip that turned into a 35-mile backpack trip due to deceiving trail signs and an annoying detour, and I thought I'd say hello to the new kid. I gift you a sock full of rocks and a weighted companion cube (don't worry, it will never threaten to stab you!). I'm sure you'll find use for them. My agents would also love to greet you. Say hello to the new recruit, you two!

Adder: Hi, new best friend!

Deuce: Harumph.

Nice to see you! Here, have an egg whisk. It's shiny, gold-plated, and whisks not only eggs but author wraiths and spambots, too! Use it for good and not much evil.

Welcome to the insanity!

BTW, will your Agents be based in a TARDIS or a Response Center?

Have a sack of pretzels. Well, mini-pretzels, I suppose-- y'know, the kind you can eat by the handful. Excellent snack food, these.

And I personally find myself less irked by Mary Sues (though not completely tolerant) and more by the flagrant and brutal violation of the English language that takes place in most of these fics. I'm no English major, but a lifetime of reading has grown my inner Grammar Nazi to considerable size and power, and his howls for justice cannot be contained much longer.

Welcome to the PPC! Please deposit your sanity in the provided receptacle. *holds out bucket marked "Warg Fodder"* We don't tend to have much use for things like that here. Also, have some hugs and a walrus. I have no idea why. After all, THIS! IS! PPC!
-Mad Maudlin

Welcome. Here's a tall ship.

Welcome aboard!

Here's a really big trout and a recording of the World's Funniest Joke. Should come in useful.

Oh, and a spare bottle of Bleepka. You'll probably need it.

Incidentally, Fangirls are coming!

*hands over large stuffed bunny* Wow, I've been missing a lot of events on the Board recently. Including more newbies arriving.

Eh, I think the fandoms are more of a mix these days. Haven't exactly been keeping track, though- has anyone else got a tally?

*offers a towel as welcome gift*

Welcome. Have a cup of tea.

If we were allowed to go after canon Sues, then quite a lot of agents would be lining up to take out young Potter. Which, shall we say, would not make one of my agents particularly happy, as she's his godfather's doppelganger. And has a thing for ripping out throats. This could get messy.

I take it there'll be no tempting you into the depths of the DBS, then?

Here, take this coffeemaker. Now you can work 24/7.

I'm still new myself, and I haven't written any missions yet, but I've been recently accepted in the Department of Mary Sues. My response center is right here, we can lend you a bed until you have your own RC or TARDIS.
http://agent-cal.livejournal.com/
Haven't updated it in a while: I've been busy with exams and stuff lately. Should get active again in the foreseeable future.

Here's a banana. Good source of potassium.

Have some...errr *looks around*....Xtreme Chedder Goldfish.
What? They're addicting.

On the original Sue thing: Seeing as we deal with a Large amount of Badfic already, attacking original sues would probably distracting from our original purpose of protecting the continuum

That, and I have a baaaaaaaaaad feeling that someone here would then try to kill Bella Swan and Wesley Crusher.

Multiple Times.

I see the others have already said everything I might have, so I'll just drown you in DMS paraphenalia and hope you don't get scared.

(*glances at granite pillow* I do hope you ducked in time, too.)

I'm Araeph, and my agents, Mara and Isaiah, would like to present you with a virtual red pen! I'm a fan of LotR as well, although most of my PPCing has been in Pirates of the Caribbean.

Here are some links to get you started:

The PPC Wiki

The List of Everything PPC

Please do note, however, that we protect the canon, i.e. all original fiction universes. Thus, we cannot pursue original fiction Mary Sues, because then we would be warping the canon, not defending it.

Glad to have you on board, though!

You get a petting.

Welcome to the PPC, disregard pretty much all suggestions as rules, they are just suggestions, except the participate often one is Important and Very Much Advised to Follow because That One Is Yes.

You've already seen the wiki, so I won't bother you about that~

Have a baby and some lip liner that David Bowie chewed on.

(The baby is one of Angelina Jolie's, just to let you know.)

Have a couple bags full of C4. There should be about 50 pounds of the stuff in those. It is suprisingly useful. you can, for example, light it on fire to cook things. you have to be careful not to hit it with anything while it is lit, as this tends to set it off. And again, welcome. Also, we don't go after original fiction. Those are the sole property of the writer.

I was thinking of having something similar with a ramapant Halo/Marathon AI. No for the Agents, and no.

She would have access to portals and [BEEP]s. It *might* be safe, but not for your Agents' sanity.

I'm working on it (very, very slowly; the length of it is killing me), but it will die, I promise.

I have now decided that I love badfic. Why? Take a look at this absolute *gem*:

'“What! What the hell do you mean its Malfoy’s kid?” I screeched.I was beyond reason. “You … you…Ass whole '

*keels over laughing*

Isn't Aveda a brand of shampoo?

While I haven't read the Immortals series for a very long time, the Tortall-verse fic is just terrible. Rainbow eyes, SUPER-SPESHUL sparkly green hair, and more power than just about anyone Canon? I'd be willing to bet twenty diamonds that the main character's a Sue. *reads past Chapter 1* ...Wait, what? Antlers? 'Dark cream' skin? And she's resurrected at least once? Definitely a Sue. She should be killed. Repeatedly, until that damned resurrection stops.

The HP-verse fics look pretty bad. The second one has terrible grammar, a bad plot, and bad biology on top of it. Nobody enters puberty at 10, barring an extreme biological fluke. *facepalm*

The author's note at the end was worth a cheap laugh though - "want others to Wright good stories" made me imagine a very confused Phoenix Wright suddenly popping up in the fic.

Oh, and... *hands over a few bottles of Bleepto-Dismal*

I keep meaning to have one of my Agents meet up with a DoSAT person at some point - Agent Nat Freidar, who's actually rather gifted with electronics. Narcolepsy seems like fun. :P

Permission is granted.

One quibble about the writing sample - the lab is only clean once in a very blue moon.

I'm currently working at a story that has some of the most abominable grammar problems I've ever seen, including terrible capitalization. And I mean terrible. So I wondered; is a mini created if the writer forgets to capitalize a character's name?

I.E., gordon freeman instead of Gordon Freeman.

Wow, what a cool name...

Not a Who/Torchwood fan though, so I won't call dibs on him.

Most hilarious, but terrifying!Pertwee made it ever so sinister. Or it did for me, anyway, but that might have something to do with having once been stalked through mirrors by him while on acid. Ahem.

The Hypno-Pertwee freaks me out too: http://community.livejournal.com/ihasatardis/1760790.html#cutid1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWZHENuZ4PA&feature=PlayList&p=390BB842143C75CD&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=20

That was weird. I mean, it was really weird. I think I'll just erase the mental images in my brain right now.

*starts laughing like a maniac without the bleepka and is summarily keelhauled into the Bleepka Fountain*

Technically, it's actually three goodfic, but they're very closely related. I'll admit, I'm tooting my own horn here. They're not mine, but I have pitched the author ideas quite occasionally.

It's not every day you find notable Power Rangers fic. It's even rarer that you find GOOD Power Rangers fic. And it's a true gem of a fic that's a good Power Rangers DYSTOPIAN, SOCIAL COMMENTARY fic.

Now, I'll assume that none of you were under rocks during the '90s, and therefore know who the Rangers are. These fics are a good deal darker than the show, but not so much so that they change the premise. I don't know how he pulled it off, but he did.

The first is "A Future In Ruins" (http://www.rangerboard.com/showthread.php?t=92403). Taking place seven years after SPD (2005's season, set in the near future), the Rangers now occupy diplomatic positions in the Galactic Space Alliance. However, the GSA's president, Alan Lutler, is growing more insane and Draconian by the day, and at the same time, a union of thugs and terrorists called The Skull is bringing down democratic planets, paving the way for the United Worlds, led by the tyrannical Lord Braska, the brutal General Petrofski, and the shady Dark Venom. Are these things connected? Of course! What's good about this one is that the author, Darky, writes with complete seriousness, and somehow manages to make such reviled Ranger lore as Justin and the infamous Ninja Turtles crossover work in that seriousness.

Its prequel is "Prophecies of the Morphing Grid" (http://www.rangerboard.com/showthread.php?t=101503), set millions of years in the past, it explores the time when ancient characters like Zordon, Ninjor, and Auric were Rangers themselves, as well as the origins of Big Bad-to-end-all-Big Bads Dark Specter. Currently on hold while he writes...

"A Future in Recovery" (http://www.rangerboard.com/showthread.php?t=113113). After Lutler's defeat, his authoritarian policies are reactivated by a shadowy cabal of business leaders in response to terrorist attacks spearheaded by The Shredder, enemy of the Ninja Turtles, and three alien mystics comprising the diabolic Pentastar Federation. At the throttle of both sides is Mordecai, a monster who escaped from the future of the "Time Force" season. Along the way, the Rangers discover some shocking truths about SPD, Time Force, and some well-known conspiracy theories. Each villain represents a real social evil, such as greedy business practices, cults, dictatorship, and sleazy lawyering. So, essentially, the premise is that the people we wanted to be as a kid are beating up on the people we hate in real life. There's a lot more to it than that, but it's a satisfying idea. He provides a behind the scenes section to look up the conspiracy theories and aliens he uses. There's some "crossover-but-not-really" elements to this one; i say "but-not-really" because the justification is the same one used for the Ninja Turtles in the show: each party thought the other was fictional until they actually met.

Hope you enjoy it.

Anything to relieve the pain. Of course, don't go overboard and post thirty different links, but particularly good recommendations are always welcome. :)

You opened a new thread anyway, so you may as well post your goodfic while you're at it.

I've had a fabulous birthday, thanks in no small amount to all your good wishes :D

But HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Have a pair of ice-skates, because ice-skating is fun. Possibly.

And many happy returns.

*tacklehugs, drags out from under rock* Come on! Presents! A sack of pebbles, your own customised sling and a basket of Bleeprin-berries!

And a party!

Happy Birthday! I trust it were a good one!

*starts rock hunting*

Have an extra-large floofy red panda plush.

Laced with Bleeperin, just in case you encounter something you wish to forget.

Ellen: "Cal, gimme my knife! No, the big curved one."

*cuts a Mary Sue's heart out to bring Trojie good luck for the coming year*

"Ugh, now I'm all covered in sparkly blood."

You are all too too kind. I will come out and party :D

*dances like a spastic*

It's my birthday and I shall ... read papers on phylogenetic systematics? And dance.

Happuu birthyday Troji.

I hope you have a good one.

Minus shipping and handling, of course.

*starts looking under rocks*

Well, in any case, have this cute little otter plushie! It's so soft and fluffy. You just can't help but love it. ^_^

I've already said it, but HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

As a present, have an umbrella. Got it from the Rook Takes Pawnshop. Nice, sensible black, solid oak shaft, and there's a sword in the handle!

This one's been up a few days, but what with RL/online filters, and it being flagged as explicit adult content, most of you may have missed it. Part one of Pads's birthday present to Trojie:


Ode to my Darling Trojieface

O! Trojieface, so full of grace
I think you are just smashing
And if you were to wear a suit
You'd also be quite dashing
I see you now, in my mind's eye
With silk shirt and green cravat
And in your hand a pocketwatch
And on your head a top hat
Of course, I'm sure you will agree
Done up in this attire
Dancing a jig all down the street
You'd set my heart afire
With passion! yes, for as you know
There is nothing quite like it
To stir the loins and speed the pulse
A girl in a gentleman's jacket
But Trojieface, O! face divine
This would not quite be right
For you are not a tranny
So cannot make this wondrous sight
So let us now hit rewind
And cogitate anew
Focus on other virtues
For I'm sure there's quite a few
By this point, my sweet darling
I'm sure you will have guessed
Of all poetic stylings
Lovemaking's not my best
Although it is quite fortunate
I know you will agree
So far I've avoided Rochester
And his rhymes of debauchery
Though for you, my dearest sweetheart
The apple of my eye
In honour of your birthday
I could give it a try -
My Trojieface, I go to her
Each day at midnight hour
For in her sticky sweet embrace
She holds me in her power
Her lips upon that sacred head
Her bosom bouncing free
Her silken thighs spread open
Her scent assailing me
This voluptuous temple
Stirs the wantonness within
Until I'm coated in her juices
And I revel in my sin
- Perhaps not, sweetest Trojie
For I am well aware
That you do not dig vaginas
With their fluids and their hair
It's cock you like, I know this well
Preferably in the plural
With you a chaste observer
Of sex that's intercrural
That rhyme was hard to find, you know
But it still has some truth
Though you're also fond of oral
Between two handsome youths
Your tastes go even further
Extend to sodomy
It's actually disturbing
Unless it's only fantasy
Either way, my darling
I hope you don't expect
For me to show my love for you
In that particular respect
For though I truly worship you
And think you are divine
If consummation happens
I will have to draw a line
At violating your bottom
With bottle, fruit or toy
If you want that kind of treatment
You can get it from a boy
Which leads me nicely on, I think
To the most salient of points
The chap that you call Jamie
He'd best not disappoint
For I am many miles away
And cannot worship freely
At the temple of my darling
And get all touchy-feely
And so I must entrust him
With this most important task
Of satisfying Trojieface
In lieu of me he must bask
In your glory and your splendour
In your wit, beauty and charm
To take his place in this regard
I'd give up my right arm
Moving on from the physical
O moon of my delight
I shall now devote unworthy words
To your vast intellectual might
Which also for the record
Is really rather sexy
But I have never wanked to it
So you don't need to worry
Or, at least, you didn't
Until I turned my thoughts to rhyme
And choosing words for your wisdom
Made my heart beat double-time
And so for now I leave you
O beloved Trojieface
And hie to my bedchamber
Your name on my body to trace
With fingers I like to imagine are yours
Though I can't say the same for the cock
Since it vibrates and is made of plastic
But my thoughts are now running amok
Down deep and perilous pathways
That end in illicit affairs
Which is why, my glorious poppet
No more of my soul shall I bare
At least not today, sweetest darling
Therefore I bid you adieu
And my Ode to you shall continue
On the morrow, entitled Part Two.

Happy birthday. Here's a tall ship.
I just posted my Agents' profiles on the wiki, can someone tell me how to get those fancy tables on the right of the pages?

From TV Tropes' So Bad It's Horrible list.

I'm very curious about it. I'll take a look.

Review is here, very not-work-safe: http://web.archive.org/web/20080208091645/http://atrocities.primaryerror.net/fatal.html

Game PDF file is here, even less work-safe (be warned, it's 977 pages long, it'll take a while to load): http://www.donatebytes.com/fatal.pdf

Apart from the misogyny and unnecessary gore in the contents, I leave you with this quote about it from TVTropes.org: "In order to figure out the results of sex, one must solve quadratic equations."

It's pretty much free reign with your own folks. Don't see any particular reason you wouldn't be able to have two individuals working with others.

I'd probably be free to poke, if you liked…?

If you wanted to write two pairs, you could. If you wanted to write some missions with another person, some solo, you could :) I started off by writing two solo missions, gained a writing partner for my next three, lost the writing partner, wrote another couple of solo missions (one of which I wrote solo but borrowed (with permission) another Boarder's agent as a partner for my primary agent), gained a new writing partner ... and between us now Pads and I write nine agents, one of whom was in fact invented by July, and do/have done/are doing a fair number of co-cowrites with other Boarders such as July, Sedri, Lee, Laburnum ...

Basically the whole name of the game is to a) have fun and b) mock badfic. If you end up creating a veritable army of characters to do so and rope in as many willing participants as you feel the need to to help you cowrite, that's okay, as long as it's fun and it's funny :)

I started out with two Agents and planned two more. I then rescued three in my first two missions, and spontaneously created about fifteen more over the past four or five months, whom I still need to write missions/publish interludes for - both solo and paired up.

Not to mention that I've got at least one planned co-write with two other people, and probably more if the negotiations dont fall through.

...I was going somewhere with this, I swear... Oh, yeah. Basically, partner up your Agents as you please, co-write as you please, etc. There are no rules about how Agents work, and there are occasional teams of PPC writers - for example, as others have said, Jay and Acacia themselves, and Trojie and Pads. Others have teamed up on occasion, too - I recall Rilwen and Lycaenion doing a piece a while back, and I seem to end up co-writing a lot of interludes for my gang with Kgarrett.

Okay, rambly rambling ending now.

You could always create a few more agents yourself.

I started out with one agent, and I have four now. I still like my first agent couple the best. They have excellent chemisty. Or it could just be that the fandoms I've put the other agents in are just not that exciting to write missions about.

You don't need to have two agents- just one is fine if you want to write a solo agent, and some people do write in pairs; the Grand Example here being Jay and Acacia, and a more recent example being Pads and Trojie.

You can find someone else to cowrite missions with if you like, or just do solo.

Well, sadly, I won't be able to make it. Both sets of people whom I was depending on for somewhere to stay have made other arrangements for that exact weekend, and I just don't have the money to afford a hotel or a B&B.

*insert grumble about stupid benefits agencies not keeping on top of things and lack of work here*

So, unless I can somehow gain enough money within the next three-four weeks to pay for train fares, somewhere to stay and misc. other costs, I'll just have to wish y'all good luck and have fun, and then maybe try to arrange another Gathering some other time.

... we could only do the Saturday. Morning or afternoon.

hS

Wow, a meetup not too far from my place ? Yay.
But I dunno if I can escape... lol, maybe next time.

As long as Dad doesn't suddenly refuse to take me up. Either time is alright for me, I think, though I'm a mere semi-lurker and am therefore inferior to people who post here on a regular basis. :P

Er, no offence meant. Sorry.

But there's a pond between me and England. A pond about 4000 meters deep and 3000 kilometers wide. And I don't have a raft.

I've already sent an email to you detailing some of my questions (and answered the application form in the LJ), but there's still one little thing that i've got to ask: Do the entries come at specific intervals?

What tone are we aiming for? Comedic, light-hearted, mostly dramatic or Darker And Edgier?

I forgot.

Questions? Contact me at Kippur@mad.scientist.com or AIM: kippurbirdy

I think I'd like to join. I can only post once a day, though.

I may be interested, depending on the time requirement.

I love RPG's, and I happen to have only one exam left before university releases me from its clutches. Before I commit myself, I have a few questions. The answers are unlikely to significantly influence my decision, though.


1. It's not related to the PPC or any canon work, is it?

2. Is it time-consuming? Some very crowded and fast-paced RPG's require each player to spend about an hour per day just trying to catch up with the story before they write anything.

3. What kind of RPG is it? Is it just RP-writing, or are stats, dice rolls and a GM involved?

4. We have pretty boys! =D ...Here, the obvious question from a heterosexual male is: Do you have pretty girls too?

Would redeemable characters from Warriorverse badfic count as Cute Animal Friends or possible agents? They'd be cats, so that's why I'm asking. There are a lot of characters in Sue-fics who are mentioned in the lists of characters and then never again or named in the fic once and given no personality, so you might need some help. Agent Nocia would be happy to help in the Cute Animal Friends Adoption Agency, once she and Agent Kierra are written up. My agents, Tirya_Moonflame's agents and jabbuk d'eldrin's agents are currently taking care of the Mini-Sharpteeth (miniature mountain lions) from that universe.

Drake will help out. After all, he was a CAF when he started and if not for a mistake, he might have been put to death instead of having found a good home.

Agent Adder is a bit of an animal freak, and does not tolerate the slaying of cute non-humyn animals. Particularly kittens-- *attention is diverted* ADDER! DEUCE! PUT THE FOSSILIZED DUNG DOWN!

Please come and remember our fallen. They will always be with us (even if we don`t want them to be). Tell stories, raise a glass. or just be merry!

http://disc.yourwebapps.com/Indices/241484.html

Leto

I haven't got permission yet, but I would be happy to feature my Infernal Trio of agents.

She wasn't getting very far with playing it, though.

Leas sighed. "I think perhaps we should just recite the Ode to Remembrance and observe the silence," he said as she blew another fouled note. "We're not getting anywhere with this."

"And I promised I'd be ready, too," Deryn muttered, lowering the trumpet.

"Well, you might get some attention," Leas suggested. "Two minutes silence won't be much good unless people are."

"Least people probably won't mistake a trumpet for gunfire," Deryn said, and blew. The sound she produced was remarkably unlike gunfire, and also unlike the sound of a practised trumpet player.

Leas cleared his throat, and pulled out a piece of paper. "If I could… From For the Fallen, Laurence Binyon, forth stanza.

"'They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
'Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
'At the going down of the sun and in the morning
'We will remember them.'"

"Lest we forget," Deryn murmured, head bowed.

Leas folded the paper up and put it away. "I would now like to ask that we observe two minutes' silence. For ours- and for kin." He bowed his head.

When he returned, he brought out several high-quality fireworks. Jane was surprised, and was about to ask Leto the reason when she saw the change that had come over this part of HQ.

The Ceiling had changed itself into a vast dome, large enough for several rockets to set off at the same time without any serious damage to those below.

"What, how?"

"Don't question it, my love, you know better than that."

"Very well. Now let's set up a surprise."

They then lined up the fireworks one by one, and Smeagul the Mini-Balrog set them off.

What resulted was one of the brightest displays of pyrotechnics ever known.

Then, they kissed.

I propose a toast to the fallen! Jane agreed, and filled her glass with Bleepka as well.

Leto, noticing that several Agents can't grieve on drink alone, brought some Sandwiches, Salads and Chocolate cake. At the same time, a portal suddenly opened and a box came out of it. On the Label, it said: This is a present from the heads of various OFU's to the Protectors of the Plot Continuum, in order to commemorate the valiant Agents that died in the defense of it's Headquarters last year. When Leto opened the box, he found out that it contained various foodstuffs, oviously untouched by Gandalf or any of the other OFU cooks.

Adder fidgeted nervously. "Seriously, Deuce, I'm getting that mall feeling."

Her partner gave her a strange look. "'Mall feeling'? You consider that a bad thing? From what I've heard, most Real World girls have positive feelings concerning the mall."

Adder returned his look tenfold. Deuce grimaced. "Right. You're not most Real World girls. But what's your problem?"

"You know that feeling you get sometimes," said Adder, "when you're in some place and you have that unexplainable feeling that you do not belong there?"

Deuce grimaced again. "I know that feeling far more than you could possibly comprehend."

"Well, I get that feeling whenever I'm walking around in the mall. So I call it my mall feeling."

Deuce nimbly dodged a mini-Balrog that had made a grab for his daggers. "Why exactly are you getting that feeling now?"

"Because we had nothing to do with the Mary Sue Invasion, so therefore we reeeally don't belong here."

"Says who? A bunch of the newer recruits are here. See, there's that Abominable Trio I keep hearing about. Hey, they have Pan Galactic Gargle Bleeprin Blasters!"

Adder raised an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for a Hitchhikers Guide fan."

"Oh, please," Deuce rolled his eyes. "I had it shoved in my face during training. I'm completely familiar with it." Grabbing the drink, he took a sip. "Well, well. It really does feel like getting your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick. What was I saying?"

"That's the Bleeprin working," Adder muttered. "I don't drink. And Deuce, if you get so wasted that I have to carry you back to the RC, heads will roll. Mine will not be one of them."

"Point taken," said Deuce. "Don't worry, though. I can hold my liquor."

"That's what they all say."

Milask was not in the best of moods. This party was not getting off it feet. He was hoping for more dancing, and stories of the fallen comrads. What it looked like was a bunch of beings drinking in small groups.

The sterio was an unusual object. It is slightly psychic and would not play certain songs, eventhough you asked for it a dozen times.

Milask pressed the play button. `The Beatles` seemed to be what the sterio wanted to play...

'Hey guys,' said the Bad Slasher, smiling round the room. She perched on the edge of a set of shelves, sniffer-dog settling down beside her. 'Happy Anniversary, I guess.' She pulled a bottle of champagne and a dog-eared cardboard box of champagne flutes from her Bag. 'Who fancies a celebratory one of these?'

First were Cassie and Nat, accompanied by Kelvin as usual. Although the two girls couldn't really say they knew anybody from the Invasion last year, they'd taken the opportunity to meet people and have a couple of drinks - and pay their respects to the Agents whom they knew had to have died. They snagged a Bleepka cocktail each and mingled with the crowd, with Kelvin trailing behind them sipping at a glass of wine. For some reason, the Elf got nervous in crowded places and preferred to stick to the company of people he knew.

Not far behind them came two people who seemed to give off the impression that they didn't want to be associated. The taller of the two, a solidly-built man in his mid-thirties with auburn hair and an eyepatch who went by the name of Luke Celinus, looked a little serious as he entered. However, once he was able to mingle with the crowd he began to relax and flirt somewhat with the majority of the female Agents he met.

The smaller Agent, a woman coming up for thirty with red hair and the name of Jessie Lancaster, rolled her eyes and headed in a completely different direction, intending to actually commemmorate the sad events of last year.

Finally, a Japanese man wearing the DAVD flashpatch and glasses came in. Quietly sneaking over to the drinks table, he lifted a glass in memory of his teenage partner, who had died in the catastrophe, and downed it. "Here's to you, Reece," he murmured.