Guvnor looked over his shoulder- He had managed to escape molestation, for the most part. He heard a soft hummed rendition of ‘white and nerdy’ coming from the restroom. He fought the urge to look, and continued on.

“Why do they always do that... I love that sone.” He said sadly before he realized the error of his ways “I MEANT SONG! SONG!” but it was too late. He heard a soft giggle from behind him. There was a sharp prick on his arm and suddenly things started looking a little hazy and... sexy?

The last thing he remembered seeing was being tackled by a questionably dressed Sonne.

Pretzel, having felt rather lonely the past few hours, wandered around the Board, deftly dodging those of her fellow Boarders who had found their own form of entertainment as she walked. She had discarded the hula dancer outfit a while ago, and now was clad only in a few very wide silk ribbons that were strategically placed on her body. A spare one was tied rather jauntily around her head, serving no real purpose but to flutter prettily on occasion as Pretzel walked.

It took her some time, but eventually Pretzel found someone entirely unoccupied with anyone else; he was also fully dressed and still surrounded by his newbie gifts. Pretzel nodded in satisfaction. He would do wonderfully.

Untying the ribbon from around her head, Pretzel snuck up behind the unsuspecting newbie and quickly looped the ribbon over his head, using it as an impromptu blindfold. This took some skill, as Pretzel was about three inches shorter than Teddy, and barefoot to boot.

'Hey there,' Pretzel said with a grin, even though Teddy couldn't see her do so. 'You look like you're a bit lost. Need someone to show you around?'

Teddy, having found that Pretzel had neglected to restrain his hands in any manner, merely pushed the blindfold off his head and then turned around. His eyebrows rose at the sight of Pretzel's unconventional attire- the ribbons were a dark coppery color rather than the more traditional red one might expect, with three gear-shaped pins holding the entire ensemble together in key places -but then he shrugged. For all he knew, it was traditional to send a ribbon-clad woman as a guide for newbies, though he wasn't entirely sure about that.

'Sure,' Teddy replied. 'Although, I've got to ask, is this-' He gestured at the chaos going on in the Board at the moment, 'normal, or is there something going on?'

Pretzel blinked, and then looked around her. 'Oh, this?' She waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. 'Nah, this is a special occasion. As a matter of fact, why don't you follow me, and I can tell you just how special it really is.'

There was a dark chuckle from behind Pretzel, which made the petite Boarder turn around, the ends of her ribbons flaring out a bit as she did so. Behind her was a carbon copy of Teddy, though this one was sans goatee and was dressed in a stylish black suit. Teddy groaned.

'I thought I got rid of you a while ago,' he said in annoyance. His twin merely smirked.

'I'm your evil twin, Teddy,' evil!Teddy said. 'You can't get rid of me that easily.' He turned to Pretzel, who was looking mildly apprehensive. 'Now, about that tour?'

Pretzel looked from one Teddy to the other and then back again, shrugged, and then nodded. 'Sure, why not? The more the merrier,' she said, a few tantalizing thoughts running through her head that involved finding out just how many uses ribbons actually had. She picked up the one she had used as the temporary blindfold and then beckoned to the two Teddys. 'Follow me...'

Neshomeh's riding crop creaked as she wrung it between her tender hands. Then she seized Cassie by the jaw. "Your characters. You have so many..."

Cassie nodded through her ball gag.

"So many... so undocumented..." a red-lipstick smile twisted over Neshomeh's face. "You're very prolific, aren't you?"

Tenderly, she teased the gag out of Cassie's mouth. "Yes'm," Cassie whimpered in pleasure.

Neshomeh laid her lusty crop over Cassie's luminous rump. "You know what happens when you make wiki pages without citing character appearances?"

"Spankings?"

"More than just that, my scrumptious cupcake."

At that moment, Cassie's own ensemble poured in, impeccably unclothed.

All forty of them.

(It's not considered bad form to write about oneself in these, is it?)

PitViper darted through the hallway, throwing nervous glances over her shoulder. There was no sign of her pursuer, at least not yet, so now was a good time to find a hiding place. A door loomed up in front of her; she could hear voices and high-pitched giggling coming through. With a shrug, she turned the knob and opened it.

The Boarder halted in her tracks, her eyes wide. "...Oh. I'm... I'm terribly sorry, I... I... I seem to have... oh."

"Hello, Pit," Cassie greeted cheerfully, acting for all the world like she wasn't standing around in her lingerie.

"Hi," Phobos put in. He was also half-naked, and bound upright and spread-eagled to what appeared to be a large mounted wheel. It was still spinning slowly, finally halting when the Boarder was upside down. There were various other odds and ends in the room, and in... certain places.

"Buh," was all PitViper could manage at first. She examined the scene before her more closely. "O... Kay... Is that a tea cozy?"

"Yep," Phobos replied, his face flushed from being upside-down.

PitViper's head tilted to the side.

"You'll never guess how many spoons it took," Cassie told her proudly.

PitViper decided to hazard an educated guess. "Um. Three?"

"No. Just one."

"Oh. Okay." PitViper gestured vaguely over her shoulder. "I'm going to, uh... you know. Go. I have to go... iron. My... shoes. New shoes. Goodbye."

Turning, she left the room and closed the door behind her. She could hear Cassie's voice inside saying, "Now, where were we?" right before PoorCynic appeared right the hell out of nowhere and tackled her enthusiastically to the ground.

"Yeah, well, you wield a sword like a girl!"

"I am a girl! And at least I didn't bring a gun to a sword-fight!"

"Oh, who cares about your stupid rules! The point is--"

CLUNK! There was a loud noise from behind the (shaking) door, followed by another bout of progressively louder shouting. The small group outside the door looked at each other.

"Well," said Phobos, "Looks like they're going to be at it for a while."

Data shook his head. "I knew this wouldn't end well. At any rate, I'm getting hungry. Anybody for the Cafeteria?"

The others nodded, and they headed down the hall, aimlessly not-thinking about their destination, or food.

Behind the door, the shouts continued for a few minutes, then paused. July's head poked outside the door. "Hah!" she laughed triumphantly. "Thought they'd never leave."

Aster's voice came from behind her, silkily; "Then if we're in the clear, let's get back to... 'quarreling,' shall we?"

July pulled her head back into the RC, shut the door, and grinned at Aster. "Indeed we shall."

Very well, you can ship the everlasting hell out of me, so long as you keep me relatively in character (which may be awkward since I don't yet have Permission).

Teddy's character: Average height and slightly athletic build, dyed blonde hair (although it's natural blonde underneath), blue eyes, goatee. Straight. Usually grumpy, and occasionally enters psychotic rages when presented with intense canon-defilement.

Also, have fun, everyone! Good luck with your shipping.

Ship to your heart's delight. Just not me, please. *puppyeyes*

Cassie was trying to find an empty place. She was feeling alone and wanted to join someone.
After opening a few doors, and already disappointed because she was shouted to leave in every place, she decided to give a last shot and was about to pull open the door at the end of the corridor, when L'Homme opened it and looked directly at her.
"I heard you coming. Sorry but we're busy." He said.
"Is there something interesting there? Can I join?" she asked, her eyes big and bright, like Bambi's.
"I'm afraid no. We're just practising our... er... linguistics skills."
"Vaffan...! You're standing on me!" Someone shouted inside the room, suspictiously sounding like Sergio.
"Sorry, the room's too small." Someone else answered, this time sounding like Meta.
L'Homme turned to look into the room and said:
"Mon Dieu! Can you stop shouting?"
Cassie took the opportunity to look into the room too, and saw Meta in a blue dress, tangled up with Sergio, both lying on the floor. In that moment Meta looked up and caught Cassie's eyes.
"What?" He asked. "Their linguistics skills improved a lot. They talked me out."

(Sorry Sergio for making you curse. Hope you don't mind too much)

Miah had finally finished laughing maniacally and was calmly walking through the Board, heading back toward her Secret and Unfindable Cushion Fort.

“Heeeeeeey Miah!” said a very familiar voice behind her.

“Hi Data,” Miah said turning to face him. She felt a pair of arms snake around her waist, and Bronwyn’s face appeared on her shoulder. “Miah! So good to see you!”

“H-hi Bryn!”

Miah then felt a tug on her left arm, and saw VixenMage. “Miah! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“You –you have?” Miah was finding it difficult to concentrate when Bronwyn rubbing circles on her stomach.

“Miah! what a coincidence! I was just thinking of you!” Aster said, appearing suddenly, wrapped around Miah’s right arm.

“Oh! R-really?”

“C’mon Miah, we have a little surprise for you!” VM said, lightly stroking her left arm.

“Yeah Miah, we just wanted to thank you for all the great things you been doing.” Data said, now tickling under her chin.

VM, Aster, Data, and Bryn led Miah into an unoccupied room. Several wandering boarders would claim to hear sheep, and a strong smell of cinnamon coming from the room.

Arrow hesitantly opened the door to the Board. The noises coming from inside were slightly worrying. "Um... Hello?" he called as he walked a few steps onto the Board. "Is there anyone here? I'm Arrow. I'm new here and I wanted to introduce myself."

The sounds of several people giggling from the shadows made him rethink his plan. He turned to the door only to find that a very naked woman was closing the it.

"Welcome to the Board," she said with a smile. "You picked a great time to join us. I'm JulyFlame." She walked over to Arrow and began working on the buttons of his shirt.

"Hey, hold on," he stammered, backing away. "This is not what I expected."

"I'm just giving you your newbie gift," July answered, moving closer to the startled newbie. "I'm sure others will be giving you gifts as well."

"You bet!" cried someone from the shadows. When Arrow turned around to look for the source of the voice Neshomeh, Data Junkie, Sergio Turbo, and PitViperOfDoom walked into the light. They were all naked except for PitViper who was wearing a black kilt as a shirt, which seemed a little useless due to her lack of any other clothing.

"Good to have you a-Board," said Neshomeh as they descended upon the hapless newbie.

I'm a medium height, brown haired, dark eyed, male. SHIP ME!

Here is an edited-for-legibility-and-logic version of Thursday's epic IRC shipping. Consider it a collaboration.
It is entitled "Khroma: The Boarder That Launched 1000 Attacks" (title by Bronwyn.) I deleted a lot of unnecessary stuff, but it's still pretty long so I created an ff.net account because copying&pasting it here made the formatting awful.
AN EPIC TALE STARRING BRONWYN, CADDY-SHACK, AND KHROMA:
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2788061/

Miah finally made it back to her Secret and Unfindable Cushion Fort. How had that Lustin managed to spread through the nearly the entire Board? Not that she was complaining about the performance of the Powerful Plover Collaborative. She’d especially liked Phobos’ kilt.

She’d been unable to find Bryn again, and though she’d heard of various sightings of her actual target, Caddy-shack, she’d not seen him either.

After several minutes of no one passing by the Fort, Miah was beginning to get bored. Then, finally, she spotted him. Caddy-shack. He was already naked and covered with sucker marks. Hmm. Maybe Bryn had already found him?

Caddy was moving slowly down the hall, carefully checking each window before walking past, while still staring at it. Miah waited until he was in the optimal spot for her to shoot him with her tranquilizer darts. This spot just happened to be directly in front of a window. Miah flicked a switch.

Caddy screamed--in a totally not a girly shriek sort of way--and then yelled, “Slender-Miah-n!! Nooo--”

His words were cut off by his collapse in an unconscious heap. Miah chuckled only slightly maniacally as she grabbed Caddy’s feet and dragged him through a secret door into a room.

After adding giant sucker marks across Caddy’s chest with a special vacuum cleaner attachment, Miah used a spoon to launch vanilla pudding at him. Then she stuck tufts of fur to him, and left the RA she’d stolen from her agents next to him. The last two addresses programmed into it were the Giant Squid fic and somewhere in a Redwall badfic (not That Series).

By this time, Caddy was starting to wake up. Miah took the neuralizer that she had also stolen from her agents and with her eyes closed tightly said, “Caddy!” flash She opened her eyes and saw that Caddy was in the post-neuralized suggestible state.

“Wow! You really have a thing for cephalopods, Caddy-shack! I can’t believe you wanted the Giant Squid after all those little ones! And where’d you pick up the fur?”

Caddy looked like he was about to deny it when he saw the giant sucker marks. “Uh-no?”

Miah was trying, somewhat less than successfully, to stifle fully maniacal laughter.

“I-I don’t remember?”

“Well, I’m just going to be going now,” Miah said as she went out the door.

The door closed and Caddy heard veritable howls of laughter from the hall.

“Why do I smell vanilla pudding?” he said to no one in particular.

I'm male, and... yeah, that's about it. Go nuts if you want to.

Female, shippable, with a male please. Five foot three, Chinese, glasses, shoulder length dark brown hair usually held up in a headband, and a generally chipper personality.

But if anyone wants to use me, feel free. I'm female.

If anyone knows who I am/cares who I am, sure, feel free to ship me.

Oh, and I'm male.

Elsewhere, a group of boarders sat around, doing nothing at all.

Antigonie68104 steepled her fingers, and drummed them against the side of the couch they were leaning over.

After a few minutes, Adamantine spoke up. "So, how about that local sports team?"

Another person booed, and threw a book at his head, which Adamantine neatly ducked.

"Oh, for the love of..." Maslab huffed, got out of his chair, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Something Blue rolled her eyes.

From an armchair in the corner, MAXinsanity sighed despondently.


(No offense meant, guys.)

In a forgotten corner of the Board there is a cupboard. On this particular day the door to the cupboard was left partly open and a squeaking sound could be heard from inside.

"Oh Bryn," squeaked a tiny voice, "don't stop."

"Nesh," replied a tiny voice of the Bryn kind, "this is so fun. Can you do me next?"

Nesh squeaked and moaned her approval of that plan inside the cupboard as Bryn continued.

The door to the cupboard was nudged from the inside and opened to reveal Plushie!Bryn sewing up a rip in Plushie!Nesh's shoulder. Plushie!Nesh was enjoying the treatment thoroughly.

Plat sat in the lobby, bearing only his trusty sombrero, and the kilt he found outside of a closet. Although his suspicions were unconfirmed, he did seem to recognize it from somewhere...

Regardless! He looked around. It seemed quiet... perhaps too quiet... he slowly looked behind when suddenly he felt himself tackled to the ground “the hell...” he managed to say before he saw the faces of 9th Blue Mage, Firebird, Aster, and Silikat

“You gotta help us! Something went wrong with the lustin!” Aster yelled, as she climbed off of Plat and boarded up the doors.

“How do you mean ‘went wrong’?” Plat asked, curious and yet slightly disappointed that he’d been tackled for (to him) the wrong reasons

“Well, you know how Bryn and Miah have been sniping people with tranquilizing darts? Something went wrong and now most of the board is...” 9th Blue Mage swallowed nervously “Sexlexic.” She said, looking most concerned.

“Sex-whats-it? Huh?” Plat said, trying to straighten himself and not upset his fellow hyperventilating boarders

“Sexlexia, it’s a terrible disease. Simply debilitating. There... There’s only one cure, I’m afraid...”

Plat nodded with purpose, and strode out of the room- leaving the black kilt behind. He wouldn’t need it where he was going- for he was the man with no shame.

"Data, you bastard! I'll kill you for this!" Browyn shouted as she struggled with Data Junkie, who was carrying her over his shoulder.
"Possibly. Not today though," Data said. He proceeded to open up a closet and drop her in, before shutting the door and locking her in with two familiar faces.
"Hullo, Bryn," Khroma said, and smiled meekly.
"He's mine, Bryn!" Caddy-Shack exclaimed, tugging on Khroma's arm protectively.
Minutes later, Data heard Khroma's terrified squeeks coming from inside the closet, and walked away chuckling.
"They'll sort themselves out eventually, and I'll let 'em out tomorrow. Or after the weekend. Assuming they want out, that is."

"Alright, are you all excited about what we're doing today?" Bronwyn asked her trio of contracted employees/fodder.

"But we don't know what we're doing today," Caddy responded.

"Or why you made us come without clothes," DigitalSocrates added, adding emphasis that they were all quite naked. It wasn't that cold in the Sue Labratory, but the large metal trapdoor she had them standing on was very cold, and they were all speckled in goosebumbs.

"Or weapons," Data conluded, to the agreement of his peers. It wasn't exactly an ideal arrangement for warding off the Sues they faced on a regular basis, which was difficult enough in full riot gear.

"Well, I'm excited!" Bronwyn squeeled, pulling out a black riding crop. It's black weave matched the color of her corset and garter belt, the only bits of apparel she had opted to bring. "You see, I just got in a whole truckload of My Little Squiddlies from a Homestruck Suefic, so you all can have a break from Sue Experiements while you test them out to make sure they work!"

"Work at...?" Caddy asked uncertainly.

"Use your imagination!" Bronwyn laughed evilly, and slammed the crop down on the panel, opening up the trapdoors and dropping the three into a non-Euclidian ocean of primary colored pseudopods.

"Don't worry!" she shouted after them. "They probably can't kill you!"

"Attention ladies of the posting board," said a voice over the speaker in the Lounge. "You are all invited to the auditorium for a special exhibition."

There were some puzzled looks from the female population, but they shuffled to the auditorium anyways, for lack of anything better to do. All the men had disappeared a while back and the lack of their constant shenanigans was beginning to get boring.

The ladies entered the auditorium and milled about for a couple of minutes, wondering what this exhibition was supposed to be.

"Doesn't this all seem sort of familiar?" asked Neshomeh.

"It does," said July, her eyes narrowing as she sensed something was not right.

"Doesn't seem familiar to me," said The 9th Blue Mage.

The conversation didn't have time to continue because, at that moment, someone cut the lights. There were startled cries and muttered curses from the girls present. These sounds of dismay faded away as the sound of an amp was heard from the direction of the stage.

"We are the Powerful Plover Collaborative!" yelled someone who seemed to have a microphone. "We're here to make you swoon and take off your clothes and stuff!"

A spotlight came up on Rosie Azrael at a microphone. The light continued to grow more intense and soon the whole stage was lit. The ladies in the audience had time to notice that there were others on the stage when the sound of drumsticks clicking filled the space.

Platinumyo finished counting and began to beat on the drums in front of him. He was soon joined by Artell, who was playing a purple, axe-shaped guitar. Phobos, who was wearing a black kilt, was playing bass guitar near Caddy-shack. Caddy was standing behind a rack holding two keyboards, which he played with one hand on each. Opposite Caddy on the stage was a DJ set-up which was manned by Data Junkie, who had on sunglasses and a pair of headphones.

Rosie adjusted his leather jacket and started singing. "Girl, I'm the one for you; But you're so far away; I tell you what I'm gonna do; I'll be with you today."

When Rosie got to the chorus he was joined by Sergio Turbo and Tranum who were singing the harmonies. "I'm gonna portal to your heart; It has to be; Gotta do my part; You are my destiny; This is how it starts; I'm gonna portal to your heart."

The bridge began and the ladies in the audience started screaming in glee as Dann appeared on a platform twenty feet above the stage and played an epic solo on an electric cello.

The next verse started with panties, bras, and the occasional t-shirt flying at the stage. These were followed by Pretzel and Makari storming the stage and carrying Sergio off for some quality time.

The song came to a conclusion, minus one back-up singer, with Artell crowd-surfing. He disappeared somewhere in the middle of the audience and never made it back to the stage. While Rosie's final note of "Portal To Your Heart" echoed in the air, the women of the board stormed the stage and showed how much they loved the song and the men of the Powerful Plover Collaborative.

It was a busy day on the Board, and so it came as no surprise when several utterly shagged Boarders came slumping into the kitchen looking to fill their tanks.

"I'm beat," sighed DigitalSocrates. "Is my bread done yet?" He went to check the oven.

"No," VixenMage answered from the stove, "but I'm making a soup from vegetable stock. It has all sorts of delicious juices in it."

JulyFlame and Data Junkie came around the corner. "Juices, you say?" said DJ, echoed by JF barely a beat behind: "Stock, you say?"

"Oh yes," VM answered. "My soup has something for everyone. But there's still something missing." She turned imploringly to the group.

"I'm sure we can think of some things," JF said helpfully. "I've got a nice fresh cabbage here." Everyone admired JF's lovely cabbage.

"I'd love to dip my bread in your hot soup just the way it is," DS said. "It's almost done... so close...."

DJ hung his head sadly. "All I have is this plump sausage, but I know VM doesn't like sausage."

"Aw, that's all right," VM said. "The rest of you can share DJ's sausage, and we can all enjoy my soup with JF's cabbage and DS's bread!"

And they did.

Sign me up for being shipped, ladies and gentlebeings!

*is female, English, blonde, and heavily nearsighted without her glasses*

Should anyone be interested in using me, I'm a rather tall male who wears glasses, is rather withdrawn, and in general is somewhat weird. I don't know if I'll actually start a story, but I'll certainly respond to a post featuring me.

But I'd prefer if things were kept somewhat out of the gutter. I'm trying to swim here, people. Okay, uh...Oh, right, description. Tall, brown-haired French male with glasses...um...think that's all I'm gonna say for now. Oh, yes, and I prefer women, but knowing you lot, what I prefer doesn't really matter too much...

P.S. Jesus, my elipses are getting out of control lately. I should really start being more careful...

P.P.S. Goddammit, that last one wasn't even me being funny/sarcastic. It was just a reflex. A friggin' reflex. I really need to work on this.

Like Something Blue, I'm underage, so not having shippings with me would be nice.
I'll still witness the insanity, though!

Girl, age 21, you've seen the pics of me from the Gatherings.

Kitsune106 can't access the Board, but he says if you want to use him as well you're welcome to.

RosieAzrael caught sight of a twinkle of rainbow sequins, and, rather intrigued, went in to go see.

Within the room, Bronwyn was struggling to sew sequins to a bustier, sitting by a large pile of the things. She looked rather sweet.

"I thought the candyman came by." Rosie grinned widely.

She looked up, and waved, flailingly. "Hi, Rosie!" She squeaked.

"What're you doing there?" Rosie leaned against the frame of the doorway.

"I'm trying to work on my costume. But it's going to take forever at this rate!"

"What for?"

"Columbia, from Rocky Horror," she said, looking up at Rosie. Her bright blue and closely cut hair contrasted against her pale skin. Rosie could imagine her easily with red hair. "July said I'd be able to pull it off. My mom agrees. So I'm going to try and get this done in time for a con! Even if it kills me!"

"Don't you panic, I'm sure you'll get it done."

"I think I need help! Some sort of assistant!"

"Well, if you need some help," Rosie walked into the room properly, "I don't know about sweet transvestites, but I can definitely help if you want a sweet transsexual."

Miah finished changing all her darts out for ones that did not include Lustin when she spied Pretzel and Rosie. She was about to target them, when she caught what they were saying.

“You’re wearing what, strapped where, Rosie?”

Doctorlit suddenly appeared from around the corner, naked. “Yes. What? Where?”

Pretzel and Rosie looked at each other and then giggled.

Rosie put an arm around Doc’s shoulder and turned him toward a room, “How about we show you.”

Pretzel’s voice was muffled by her shirt, “Yeah it’ll be--” she threw the shirt on the floor. “fun!”

Miah checked her old supply of darts. Had the Lustin in them escaped somehow?

So long as those of us who do not yet have permission are allowed entry then count me in. It sound's like a chuckle and to be fair, I'm always game for a laugh.

I'm male and straight but very open-minded :P

9th Blue Mage was turning a corner, whistling a Mariah Carey song, when she suddenly bumped into someone.
"Sorry, Plat, I didn..." she trailed off as she noticed Platinumyo was completely naked. He had a sombrero, though. "Why are you naked?" she said cautiously; she wasn't sure if she did want to know the answer.
"I'm not naked, I'm wearing Adam's suit. He lent it to me, but he doesn't know yet."
"That makes no sense."
"Not at all, but you know what does? My stamp collection. Wanna check it?"
9th beamed and nodded.

Later, in Platinumyo's room
"Well, this is certainly huge. You say this is the largest in the world?"
"Exactly. 9.44 inches long and 2.7 inches wide, printed by China in 1913. But enough Philately for the day; he have better things to do."
And having said that, he threw his sombrero to a corner.

When Phobos and Neshomeh entered the wardrobe, they were aware of three things.

One, there were matters that needed to be 'taken care of'.

Two, it was quite dark, but utterly slow, and warm.

Three, they were not alone, going from the expressive moaning coming from quite near by, that both were quite sure was not from either of them.

"Damn!" Phobos said, and he hurriedly returned his zip to standing position, all the way up.

"It's okay," VM's dreamy voice said, somewhere near Neshomeh's elbow.

There was a pause for a moment, and even lower, and closer to the floor, they heard Techno-Dann's voice. "There's enough room."

A second moan came from a bit deeper in the closet. They could barely make out July and Artell in the back, past assorted winter coats.

Neshomeh looked intrigued.

"Whoa there," Phobos said, stepping slightly in front of her. "I'm first."

"Of course you are." Her hand went down Phobos' trousers, and the hairs on his neck, arms, and elsewhere stood straight out.

The tantalizing, wonderful silence as they began to pull each others' shirts off was broken by July.

"Can you guys make some room up there? I'm getting snow in my panties."

Miah waved sadly as Bryn had to evacuate the Secret and Unfindable Cusion Fort because of the tsunami warning. Just as Miah climbed back into the fort, she saw Data and Khroma walking down the hall.

“Hee hee. They’ll do for now,” she chuckled as she shot both of them with her tranquilizer gun.

“What the h--” Data managed to say before he fell to the ground unconscious.

Miah quickly dragged her victims to a nearby empty room and made some arrangements. As soon as they started to wake up, she pushed the button on the neuralizer she had stolen from her agents, and took advantage of the susceptibility to suggestion the neuralizer produced.

“Dude! What are you guys doing?”

Data looked around and realized that he was draped over Khroma, and that neither of them were overly clothed. “Uh...”

Khroma looked shocked for a few seconds. Then he twisted and rolled and ended up straddling Data. He leaned in for a kiss, and said, “I believe it went something like this?”

Data recovered quickly, and when the kiss finally broke up, said, “Oh, yeah. I think so too.”

Miah left the room muttering, “Memo to self, next time, do not include Lustin in the tranquilizer darts.”

The room was dark save for the flickering candles in the corners. The floor was covered in soft pillows, blankets and rugs. Vixenmage was standing over JulyFlame wearing nothing but a smile and the Permission Giver Hat.

"Come on, let's do this already," begged July, who was already flushed with anticipation. She reached up to pull VM down to her.

Vixenmage playfully slapped July's hand. "Tsk tsk tsk," said VM, her smile widening. She chuckled slightly, "So hasty. We'll have some fun." She knelt down and ran a hand down July's cheek. "But not before I give you Permission."

"I didn't think that anyone would take me seriously," Aster moaned, covered in pad thai sauce (sans the fish sauce for vegetarian friendliness).

"Hah," said VM, between licks, "It isn't that they took you seriously, it's that you gave them the idea in the first place. Never do that!" She put her hands on a rather sensitive place.

"But I couldn't help- aah!" Aster arced back, and moaned even more. "Stop talking, more licking!"

Aster is a 5' 7'' female with messy brown hair, eyes of indeterminate color, who swings both ways and is probably too confrontational.

I hope its not too late.

Male, six feet tall, brown hair and brown eyes.

However, I'm going to write only after reading some, since it's my first shipfic fest.

Might as well learn the game while I can, though I will move caustiously forward, until I know enough about this game.
I'm a 6,4 tall male, with long brown blond hair, and blue eyes. See what you can make out of that :P

Silikat's a brown-haired, blue eyed, plumper than she would like to admit female of average height.

Rosie is a tall, redheaded, female-to-male transsexual. Don't worry, it's not contagious. :P

I may not get a chance to write anything, at least not anything long, but I'll do my best, since my spring break just started.

A recent-ish photo is available on my user page at the Wiki, if anyone cares about that. Also, I'm around five-foot-three(ish).

Though Glod knows if I'll produce anything readable.

(Am girltype, for the confused. I've been told I do that a lot.)

Phobos is a tall, hairy male. Neshomeh is, of course, female. Ship us by each alone or as a pair. It's all good.

As amusing as this event will probably be, I have little interest in reading this sort of thing, and even less in writing it. Since this last would violate rule #3, I'm out.

Interpret that as you will. :3 I'm female, but I genderbend myself occasionally, so by all means go for it if you like.

This sound like a great idea! I am male.

I'm very in. It'll be interesting to see what people come up with. I am, for the record, male. Not that it matters much, since genderbending is always an option.

Go for it.

Do we need to tell about ourselves or anything else for this?

Nonetheless, please do not ship me, 'k? Underage and all that. I look forwards to reading it, though.

I'm in. And I'm a her.

Male, shippable, awesome, likes long walks on the beach and blah blah blah.