Subject: I'll join in. (nm) (nm)
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Posted on: 2010-02-22 06:28:00 UTC
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Boarder Shipfic Fest 2010 by
on 2010-02-21 19:49:00 UTC
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It's been awhile since we've had one of these, so hey, why not, yeah?
For those of you who are new to the Board or joined since the last one (such a long time ago) the premise is simple:
Boarder + Boarder = Cracky
Slash, femmeslash, giant orgies, giant orgies involving Hats and otherwise and generally just breaking anything and all goes if it is funny.
I would link to Huinesoron's Very Odd Day series as an example, but it has either fled into the ether or my browsing skills are failing.
Two Rules:
1) If someone says they do not want to be written into one of these, do not use them. No ifs, ands, orbutts> buts. So if you don't want to end up in this insanity, I suggest you say something quick. (That said, at least play fair and allow yourself to be used if you write anything.)
2) Reciprocal slash and what have you is fair play. A few years back this got to the point where one party was, ah, enjoying a hamster around their nether regions if I remember the right small furry animal.
Well, shall we get to it?
(I would post one right away involving multiple fake identities, fake trousers, and at least one incident of fake mustaches, but I have work to get ready for. I'll worry you all later.) -
Payback by
on 2010-02-26 05:54:00 UTC
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In the wee hours of the morning a white-furred hand emerged from a mass of sleeping female flesh, searching blindly for something. It grasped the neck of a large bottle, and the body the arm was attached to emerged from the pile, dull green eyes blearily looking over the empty container.<br> “Why's the rum always gone?” the arctic fox muttered to himself, tossing the empty bottle away and standing up unsteadily. “Ah, that's why,” he replied to himself before pulling a flask from between the bosom of a passed-out girl and downing the contents. He needed to go on a booze run, he could feel his perpetual buzz fading. Sighing loudly, he grabbed a pair of pants and shook off the grasping hands on his legs begging him to come back to the cuddle puddle.<br><br> “The source of my recovery. Sweet shadow taking hold of the light, another day has been devoured Calling me away, begging the question why...” Jack sang along softly to himself as he listened to his MP3 player. Despite having the attention span of an ADHD child who has just discovered Monster Energy drink he still needed music as a distraction in HQ. He sang along to Disturbed as he wound his way around the labyrinthine corridors, stopping cold in surprise as he picked up the distinct smell of mating.<br><br> Turning down the corridor the waft originated from, Jack's nose led him to a broom closet in the middle-of-...ing-nowhere. He definitely heard the sounds of a rather... intense... session of lovemaking going on inside, and having the better sense not to interrupt, turned to continue on his way. Besides, booze called.<br><br> Meanwhile in the closet, the two paused as they heard the footsteps.<br> “Ah, I think someone is coming Barid,” Neshomeh commented, pulling a strand of hair out of her sweaty face.<br> “Yeah, its me,” Barid replied with a lecherous grin.
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Slash: Techno-Dann/Maslab by
on 2010-02-25 08:16:00 UTC
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"Yes, yes, that's it!" Techno-Dann cried in a fit of ecstacy. "Just a little bit more, you nearly had it!"
"I'm trying," Maslab moaned as he forced himself forward. "I'm trying my best! I just can't quite reach!"
At the door, Makari, Trojie, and Neshomeh listened with anticipation.
And then...
"Yeeeeeeees."
"I got it!" Techno-Dann sounded triumphant, and pleased.
There was the sound of three thudding noises, following three sights. Possibly of heads meeting the floor. Just possibly.
Techno-Dann and Maslab emerged from the back of the room.
"Thanks for helping me with those wires, Maslab," Techno-Dann said as he wiped some grime off onto his jeans.
"It's no problem. Now, how about we go get ourselves cleaned up?"
"We're not quite that dirty."
"Not quite what I meant," Maslab said, and he pulled the older Boarder in for a kiss. -
Barid/Neshomeh! by
on 2010-02-24 08:16:00 UTC
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"Dammit, Jack!" Neshomeh yelled, thumping her fists against the inside of the crate. "This is not what Dann meant when he said he'd ship us!"
Barid, slightly more resigned to his fate, was lying on his back with his legs stretched up the opposite side.
"Where did he say we were going, anyways?" Barid asked.
"Ouagadugu, I think," Neshomeh replied, before going back to hitting the side of the crate.
"Damn."
Neshomeh continued thumping for a time, before giving up and slumping against the floor. All was quiet, the crate rocking slowly with the boat it was on. Barid was the first to break the silence.
"So, not that it's official or anything, but while we've got time to kill..." -
For general posterity: by
on 2010-02-25 18:09:00 UTC
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This is awesomely funny and we approve. *g*
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I'm in. by
on 2010-02-23 23:42:00 UTC
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Reading the 2008 doc convinced me completely. This is bloody hilarious.
I may post something if any ideas stray by, but right now I shall generally just proclaim candidacy.
I don't bite, anyway (much). -
What the hey... by
on 2010-02-23 09:34:00 UTC
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I'm in. I also somehow managed to escape noticing that I made it into the boy band one a few years ago (*is slightly weirded out. but only slightly*)
Only problem as far as I'm concerned is that I've been lurking so long I don't know most of the newbies (by which definition I mean anyone within the last year or so!).
I remember a few years ago we had a PPC music orgy (the "Oboe Quartet of Luuurve", IIRC). There must be enough musical types to go for an encore, no? -
Barid/Neshomeh (and divers others) by
on 2010-02-23 08:29:00 UTC
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Barid and Neshomeh were strolling through the halls of HQ, hand in hand, when Neshomeh suddenly spoke up about something that had been on her mind.
"You know," she said, "all of this casual sex is nice, but now that you've officially got Permission, and Huinesoron and Kaitlyn don't seem to be around, that makes us the Official PPC Board Couple. And I think that gives us the right to have really fantastic sex with just us if we want to."
"I'm down with that," Barid intoned. "You wanna?"
Neshomeh did wanna. So, they resolutely didn't detour from their original path, which brought them quickly to the Lounge. But upon opening the door and looking inside, they found that the best make-out spot was already occupied with Maudlin Hart and Ciri Anekath, who despite being quite young were making up for it with a strong showing of friendly cuddles.
"Aww," said the Official PPC Board Couple. They decided to look elsewhere and left the two younger Boarders to themselves.
"Where else can we go?" Barid asked.
"Well, there's a broom cupboard right here," Neshomeh pointed out. But this too was taken.
"All right, Jack!" Barid complimented. Jack waved indistinctly from somewhere between Bronwyn and Miah.
They closed the cupboard door and moved on to the PPC Archives, which seemed a likely prospect as it was quiet inside. However, they had not gotten two feet before Neshomeh tripped over a very familiar body. Her jaw dropped.
"Hey! You're agent!me! What are you doing?"
"Cataloging," Agent Neshomeh replied innocently.
"Also taking inventory," Agent Terri Ryan added from beneath her, far less innocently.
Boarder!Neshomeh turned around and left in a hurry, muttering something about awkward and not needing to see that. Barid did not help matters by commenting that they should go back there later and spend some time with just the three of them.
The pair continued down the corridor until they came to a likely-looking door. They walked through it and found themselves on the ceiling.
"Oh, great. An Escher room," said Neshomeh.
Barid did not respond immediately, as he was too busy gaping at the scene before them. Trojie, Cassie, Sara, Techno-Dann, and July were arranged in various states of undress and gravitational orientation more or less centered on Lux, who held a book open in her hand and was giving the others pointers.
"So you see," she was saying, "position 51 IS physically possible if you do it like this!"
There was a chorus of pleased "Ohhh!"s from her pupils.
"Where can we get a copy of that?" Barid wondered.
"Maybe we can borrow it when they're done," said Neshomeh. "But they're busy right now. Come on. There has to be SOME place that's free!"
They left the Escher room and headed for FicPsych, figuring it was probably the department with the most discreet rooms in it and nobody would mind if they borrowed one. By this time, they were both feeling rather inspired by the scenes they had witnessed, and they were eager to get on with it. They knocked on the doors until it was opened by Nurse Mirrad.
"Hello," said Neshomeh.
"Can we borrow a room?" Barid asked.
"I'm afraid that is not possible," the Minbari replied. "We are rather... busy... in here at the moment."
At this time, they noticed that he was not wearing his usual robes, and one sock was missing. For a Minbari, this is an advanced state of undress requiring at least three hours of ritual.
As if to confirm their suspicions, a green tendril worked its way elegantly around Mirrad's middle and pulled him inexorably back toward the department's interior.
Come, Mirrad, a husky, feminine voice intoned. We are all waiting for you.
"I didn't know he wore a bowler hat," Barid remarked as the doors shut firmly.
"He doesn't," said Neshomeh. "I can only think of one... oh, my." She broke off, blushing. "Well, we figured it had to happen sometime..."
They tried the pool next, but found that BattleHamster and Honu_Wahine were already using the water slide to great effect. The nearby locker room was occupied by the whole of the All-HQ Indoor Rules Quidditch League (though the pair was rather puzzled by how Lux could be in there, having been giving lessons in the Escher room less than ten minutes ago), so that was right out. In DoSAT they were confronted with the very odd sight of Piph enjoying herself thoroughly with robot!Piph.
"Day-um," said Barid. "I didn't know robot!Piph had those kinds of attachments."
In desperation, they tried the SO's office, but the Sunflower was unwilling to give up his desk, which was covered in yellow roses.
"Good grief!" Neshomeh exclaimed in frustration. "We should've known better than to try this in HQ. We want somewhere UNoccupied, so everywhere we go, someone is there!"
Barid nodded. "Okay. So. We have to think of someplace no one in their right mind--scratch that--where no one EVER would willingly have sex."
They looked at each other. "Kitchen." They nodded.
They took off at a run, pausing at the Fountain of Bleepka in the hopes that imbibing some of its contents would help them navigate HQ more easily, but Laburnum and doctorlit were in the way. Enthusiastically.
When they finally got as far as the cafeteria, they regretted the lack of Bleepka even more, as Gen and Makari were doing unspeakable things on the cafeteria buffet. But they had become so desperate by this time that they passed the two women without a word, and finally found themselves inside the kitchen.
They looked around cautiously.
"I THINK we're alone," Neshomeh opined.
"Yup," said Barid. "Nobody over here, either."
They shared a massive sigh of relief and fell into each other's arms.
"You know, we always said we should never do this in the kitchen," Neshomeh said with a teasing grin.
"Well of course, but we were talking about OUR kitchen. This isn't," said Barid.
"True."
"Why are you still wearing pants?"
"Dunno. We should fix that."
"We should."
And they did.
~*~
And THAT'S how it's done. *g*
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'Ere we go... by
on 2010-02-22 22:25:00 UTC
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Techno-Dann sighed appreciatively. "You ladies are pretty good at this."
"Thank you," came a muffled voice.
"Mm, Miah, less talk, more fun!" said Bryn from somewhere left of Dann.
About then, the door opened, and BattleHamster walked into the sea of naked women.
"Um, I'll just be going," he stuttered, and turned to leave.
"Gen?"
"Yeah, Piph?"
"Grab him, will you? Makari is getting tired."
Gen reached out of the mass and pulled BattleHamster into the fray, giggling.
Makari sighed, moving out of the guy's way, only to be pulled over by Honu_Wahine.
Some undeterminable amount of time later, Doctorlit opened the door.
"Piph?"
"Yeah?"
"If he jumps in, do I still have to grab him?"
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Eh, I'll join in. by
on 2010-02-22 19:14:00 UTC
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Don't know if I'll have time to write anything, though. >.>
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Oh, wow. I missed this last summer. =D by
on 2010-02-22 13:27:00 UTC
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I'm glad to be here for this one, though! Mwahahaha...
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There was a giggle as the small group flopped back to the unfeasibly large bed, most of them very noticeably out of breath. "Ooof, Trojie, you - sat on my hand!" giggled one young brunette, squirming to free said appendage.
"'S not my fault you had it somewhere it could be sat on," Trojie grumbled as she wriggled to the left a bit, giving Sara her hand back.
"On the plus side, it's a good thing you sneaked this book out of Lux's collection," Techno-Dann pointed out as he manouevred himself out of the heap with judicious use of his elbows and reached for the tome in question, currently lying on the floor beside the bed. "Look, we've managed numbers five through twelve, eighteen, twenty-three and thirty-seven."
"Oooh, can we try that one?" July asked, leaning over his shoulder and pointing to one of the highly detailed pictures.
"We can try, except... um." He held the book further away, then closer, trying to work out exactly where the intertwined figures' bits and pieces were. "I don't actually think this is physically possible."
"Rubbish." She pulled the book out of his hands and waved it at Trojie. "You're the anatomy know-how-y person, how do we do this one?"
There was silence for a few minutes as they awaited her verdict with bated breath. Finally, she put the book back on the floor, page carefully held open, and tugged the other three towards her with a grin.
"Well, it sort of goes like this..." she began, though the squeals and other assorted noises soon drowned her out completely. -
*CACKLES HYSTERICALLY AT YOU* by
on 2010-02-22 19:31:00 UTC
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I should be running off and doing work ... riiiight after this.
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'You know, I really should be feeling tired,' said Cassie several hours later. 'How many chapters through that book are we?'
'Seventeen,' July said, trying to snatch the volume of knowledge out of Dann and Trojie's hands.
'How many chapters ARE there?' Sara asked. It was hard to tell if her voice was plaintive or eager.
'Sixty-nine,' Dann replied in a sing-song innocent voice.
There was a WHUMP as everyone else in the bed went to smack him for the terrible joke ... -
Now the entire PAGE is in strikethrough! by
on 2010-02-22 12:54:00 UTC
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You can slash me if you want, but it's probably illegal.
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*I'M illegal (nm) by
on 2010-02-22 19:45:00 UTC
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I don't want to be included. by
on 2010-02-22 10:36:00 UTC
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I hope I wasn't too late!
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Me neither. (nm) by
on 2010-02-22 21:39:00 UTC
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A few examples ... by
on 2010-02-22 09:08:00 UTC
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The Shipfic 08 fic was collected into a Googledoc, which Cassie has very graciously published for us. So, if anyone is seeking inspiration or an idea of what exactly goes on in a Shipficfest, here are some examples!
(assuming the link works, at least. Wish me luck)
https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AcomMcxZZMdnZGRrY2Z4cjZfNGYyazUzbmQ0&hl=en -
Yay! by
on 2010-02-22 19:25:00 UTC
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It works. ^_^ Is that going to be there permanently? It might be nice to link to it from the Wiki page I'm going to make.
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As far as I know it'll work permanently ... (nm) by
on 2010-02-22 19:26:00 UTC
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Drunken Sailor by
on 2010-02-22 08:50:00 UTC
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After finding out that Bryn's copy of the Teenager's guidebook was a hand me down, and that Jack had, ahem, ruined a few pages, they were out to get him.
They were hidden within their secret and unfindable cushion fort. The time was Nigh for their evil plan and they were fast running out of snacks and bleeprin.
"Careful now Bryn. We can't let him see us," Miah said as she nommed a brownie.
"I know what I'm doing Miah" Bryn said before carefully aiming for Jack. She pulled the trigger and could barely see the flying missile until it hit it's target. "this is PlushieBryn to MamaMiah do you copy? Over." she spoke into the radio
"Copy. Direct hit!" Miah shouted into her pretend hand radio, even though she was only a foot from Bryn's ear.
"What are you doing here? The Target's over there!" Bryn said rubbing her ear and pointing in that general direction
"I can hardly see what a national chain of stores has to do with anyth-"
"Not there, there" Bryn said pointing directly at Jack now.
"Oh! Yeah, I was supposed to capture him, huh?"
Bryn only just resisted the urge to be sarcastic but couldn't control the eyeroll.
"I'll just go get him then..." Miah said, but after a moment Bryn ran after her and helped her drag Jack back to The Lair. Their attempts to drag Jack away were briefly noticed, but only by JulyFlame and Myon before they returned to their own... "Winter Olympics'. Tonsil-hockey and the like.
"What do we do with him, now?" Bryn asked bouncing in place.
"Man he stinks of rum, and whiskey, and *sniff* *sniff* beer." Looking suddenly concerned, Miah turned to Bryn and asked, "How much tranquilyzer did you put in that dart?"
Bryn checked her supplies, and answered sheepishly, "Only enough to knock out an elephant." She looked worried for a moment, before brightening (remarkably literally). "It's okay, his metabolism only works right when he's really, really drunk."
"Hey, that gives me an idea! Let's do that thing from the song about the Drunken Sailor!" Miah shouted.
"Which bit? The shaving his stomach and dumping him the captains daughters bed? Actually thats a good idea... except... maybe that's too mundane."
"I say we figure it out later and get to work on shaving; because that is the hairiest gut I've ever seen."
"With all this fur, we could write something funny on his stomach." Miah said grinning evilly.
"Ooh, how about...Fan!brat!" Bryn said, adding her evil smile and cackle to the atmosphere of The Lair.
When they finished, they rolled Jack up in a sheet, because dragging a body through the corridors in a sheet, is WAY less conspicuous than without one. They passed through the lobby again, but July and Myon were too, um, engaged, to notice them this time. They traded lines from The Dead Parrot Sketch so they wouldn't notice where they were headed.
"Excuse me, miss?"
"Who you calling miss?"
"I'm sorry I've got a cold."
"What seems to be the--How we'd get here so fast?"
They knew they were facing the door of The Pad because, of the fancy black script on the ominous (yet identical to all the others) grey door. As they pushed on it, the door gave the satisfying creeEEEaak all doors should have.
As they entered they were faced with the Pad (not to be confused with Agent Pads) which had a very confused but somewhat amused trio of Boarders stuck in it all sitting in their own corners.
The movie they were watching was decidedly, interesting, and Bryn ran screaming "My eyes! My eyes! Where's the bleeprin?"
Miah politely ignored their choice of entertainment, and dragged the sheet to the middle of the room.
Trojie said, "A heavy sheet?" (Her brain was slightly melty from the movie.)
Techno Dann and Makari came over and poked Jack through the sheet. The tranquillizer seemed to be wearing off, because Jack started trying to squirm out of the sheet.
"We found him like this in the hall," Miah said giving her very best Newbie innocent look. "Have fun!" She gave a rather less than innocent wink, as she backed out of the room.
A dazed Jack sat up, and the sheet fell into his lap.
"A Fan!Brat! Get him!" shouted Troijie.
"It's just like the the movie," Makari added.
"This is going to be fun," Techno Dann added.
Jack looked a bit panicked at slightly predatory the looks on the faces surrounding him, but then he caught sight of the movie. "Alright! I've always dreamed of waking up in this movie."
Miah closed the door feeling a little miffed. Their plan hadn't quite worked out the way they planned. Oh well, it'll still take a while for the hair to gr--
"Fan!Brat! What happened to my belly hair?!" It was faint, but it put the smile back on Miah's face. Now just to find Bryn.
Miah found Bryn next to the archive, frantically sending Steve morse code messages. Of course, Steve hadn't responded back yet. That took a few hours. Miah grabbed Bryn and dragged her to the Bleepka fountain and ducked her until Bryn stopped gibbering about sporking her eyes out over the movie.
Now that the bad memories were gone, she was free to have a giggling fit over Jack only being worried about his fur. Miah suggested they get more snacks and go back to hiding in their unfindable cushion fort. It was time for more Boarder hunting! -
Oh dear. Now I have to do this. (Barid/Jack) by
on 2010-02-22 19:22:00 UTC
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(I assume Jack gave you lot his permission to use him in these things...)
Jack had finally escaped from the Pad, his captors at last passing out in a state of bliss after the prolonged and sweaty session with their movie and then him. He staggered somewhat drunkenly through the halls, occasionally looking down at his stomach and then sighing mournfully when he saw that the shameful words were still inscribed there.
It was in one of these moments that he ran into something. It was like walking into a wall, only softer. He looked up and found himself face to chest with what might have been a bear. With glasses.
"Erp?" said Jack.
"Hi," said Barid. "Why so down?"
"They shaved my stomach hair!" Jack wailed. "And it will take WEEKS to grow in!" He stepped back to show off the damage.
"Hmm, I see," said Barid. "Well, cheer up! I think I can help. Come with me." He took Jack by the hand and led him into a side room. "You see," he went on, removing his shirt, "I have enough to share."
"Oh, wow!" said Jack, overcome with awe. "What can I do to repay you?"
"I can think of something," said Barid with his trademark huge grin.
A few minutes later, Jack paused in his activities. "Wait... aren't you engaged or something?"
"Yeah," Barid agreed. "But the last I checked, Neshomeh was busy elsewhere. I'm sure she won't mind."
"Oh. Cool!" said Jack. And they went back to giving the term "hairy lot" a whole new meaning.
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Re: Oh dear. Now I have to do this. (Barid/Jack) by
on 2010-02-23 06:01:00 UTC
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All right, I don't mind being shipped but please, lets get some hetero going here.
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Then I suppose I should do this by
on 2010-02-22 20:16:00 UTC
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15 minutes before Barid meets Jack
"Where are we going?" asked Neshomeh. "You still haven't told me. You also haven't explained why I need a blindfold or what you had in that bag that you had over your shoulder."
"Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," explained Barid, with just a little too much mirth in his voice. "We'll be there soon."
Another two minutes of walking brought them to their destination. There was a brief pause as Barid opened a door. The sounds of giggling reached Neshomeh's ears.
"In you go," said Barid, steering Neshomeh into the room. "She's all yours, ladies."
There was a soft thud as Barid put the bag down. He then left the room.
As Neshomeh took off the blindfold, she found herself in a room that was covered in pillows and blankets. It was also filled with various female Boarders in various states of undress and compromising positions. Neshomeh looked at the bag on the floor and was shocked to see the collection of interesting items inside.
Piph walked over and grinned. She took Neshomeh's hand and led her to a corner that was less covered in Boarders than the rest. They were quickly joined by Gen, who had stopped to grab a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs from the bag.
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After about 30 minutes of fun, Neshomeh was pulled back to reality by a frantic scratching at the door.
"That's probably Lux," said Trojie from inside a very interesting game of Twister. "Barid said he sent her an invitation."
Laburnum pulled herself halfway out of a pile near the door and opened it. There was an excited squeal from the other side and then the party really started. -
I'll join in. (nm) (nm) by
on 2010-02-22 06:28:00 UTC
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Ooh! (nm)s and (nm)s! by
on 2010-02-22 08:40:00 UTC
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*noms*
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Well seeing as no-one else seems inclined to start ... by
on 2010-02-22 05:27:00 UTC
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I suppose it's up to me :P And what better way to start than a nice, all-inclusive orgy?
***
The PPC is sharing and caring. Those who frequent the Board would be the first to say so. The arrival of a newbie is greeted with a veritable Dionysian frenzy of gift-giving.
Recently, there have been many, many newbies arriving. Regular Boarders were very pleased about this. *Very* pleased.
'They're so flexible!' said Techno-Dann muffledly from approximately the middle of the pile. 'Look!' There was a pleased squeak from a portion of the happy agglomeration of Boarders that resembled Bronwyn.
'I know!' July exclaimed. 'Behold!'
'Now now, they're not puppets,' Neshomeh chided gently.
'Not complaining!' a Piph-sounding voice spoke up.
There was immediately a chorus of assent. July grinned.
'Fast learners too,' Sara commented.
'Well hopefully,' Laburnum said, sitting up and earning a slightly disappointed sound from Barid. 'Everyone having fun?' she called out to the group as a whole.
There was an immediate and ragged a capella rendition of 'Yes miss' performed by a dozen-or-so voices.
'Excellent. Welcome to the PPC Board!'
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A/N: I'm working on better plots, but I wanted to get the ball rolling. C'mon guys, let's have some cracky fun. Remember, the name of the game is free love, not icky squickiness. After all, we don't want to take ourselves too seriously, do we? -
count me in! by
on 2010-02-22 04:41:00 UTC
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I'd love to be apart of it... though, how do you do the cross-out line thing?
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Come, my child, to be initiated into board code's mysteries by
on 2010-02-22 19:48:00 UTC
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If I hadn't put those extra spaces in Yo, my humanoids! it would look like
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I'm in, as always. by
on 2010-02-22 04:02:00 UTC
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Because what's not to love? XD
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"I'm" available for cracking, by
on 2010-02-22 03:43:00 UTC
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though I don't know why anyone would want to.
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I'm in by
on 2010-02-22 03:29:00 UTC
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Alas, I have not the time to write one of my own. You are all free to use me in a shipfic, of course. For those who are in need of a discription: I am tall, broad-shouldered and I've been told I resemble a bear (complete with fur).
Neshomeh will probably get a good laugh out of anything that comes up. -
This could be awesome or terrifying. by
on 2010-02-22 02:56:00 UTC
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Or, quite possibly, both... well, I don't know that I'll contribute anything useful, but I'll at least not run away. That counts for something. I think.
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I'm in. by
on 2010-02-22 02:36:00 UTC
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Though I probably won't write anything, I offer myself to anyone who wants to use me in a shipfic.
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Sounds like fun. by
on 2010-02-22 02:01:00 UTC
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I offer two forms of Piph: One as a normal human girl, and one as a robot girl.
Excuse me while I go figure out what pairing i'll be able to do (somewhat) sanely. -
Eh, what the heck by
on 2010-02-22 01:02:00 UTC
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I'm game. You can put me in as Agent Sam, or Sidhe... or just as me. I don't mind. I'd personally like to see what people come up with.
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Hey, I'll play. by
on 2010-02-22 00:18:00 UTC
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Don't have time to write anything, but if you wanna involve me (as me or "Hemlock" - Agent Laburnum's male persona, as whom I cosplayed at the last Gathering) go ahead.
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I'd rather not. by
on 2010-02-21 23:03:00 UTC
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I get twitchy if someone asks about writing with my original characters; I'd rather no one involved my agents. I'll enjoy reading what does come up, though. :)
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Count me out, too. by
on 2010-02-21 21:51:00 UTC
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As lulzy as it could be, I don't want myself or my agents to be in one of these. (As in, I don't want to see squick of myself. At all.) Thank you.
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For everyone's information: by
on 2010-02-21 22:03:00 UTC
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It's not meant to be squicky. Or involve agents--that comes later in the year. *g*
I also would point to the Very Odd Day series, but I can't find them, either. {= (
Nor do I have a copy of the PGs/Hat one, which was in fact my own doing. Alas. Does anybody ELSE have a copy?
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What did happen to the Very Odd Day? by
on 2010-02-27 11:05:00 UTC
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I've been trying to find that, too... It seems to no longer be on the DOGA-plex
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I think there's a Googledoc of all last year's fic (nm) by
on 2010-02-22 00:29:00 UTC
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Count me out. by
on 2010-02-21 20:06:00 UTC
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I have a reputation to uphold, and I'm not sure how this would affect it.
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Not that I'm trying to convince you or anything by
on 2010-02-21 20:45:00 UTC
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But it seems like pretty much everyone has turned up in at least one fic - all the oldbies, certainly. (There was even the Permission Givers/Hat one. That was... odd.) So I'm sure no one would respect you less in the morning~
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on 2010-02-21 21:04:00 UTC
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wait, what?
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I don't think you were in it. by
on 2010-02-21 22:07:00 UTC
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No offense or anything. It's just that you weren't around at the time, and I don't think I would've messed with anyone unable to have a say in participating or not. {= ) As I recall, it featured Araeph, Leto, hS, Dann, Laburnum, and myself. And the Hat, of course.
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*is relieved* by
on 2010-02-21 22:38:00 UTC
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that's very appreciated.
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...Yeah. by
on 2010-02-21 22:06:00 UTC
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It was... interesting, certainly, and it seems like upthread they're trying to find a copy; I think someone had a googledoc of all the shipfic from the right year.
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Fair enough! by
on 2010-02-21 20:18:00 UTC
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(although personally I choose to believe that the Shipficfests only enhance my reputation!)
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I deny any involvement in stories involving hamsters .... by
on 2010-02-21 20:02:00 UTC
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... sentient horses, or Pigeonarmy.
That said ...
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Think the Boy Band one should be revisited...? by
on 2010-02-21 20:06:00 UTC
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We have more guys now.
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Boy band? by
on 2010-02-22 06:38:00 UTC
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I've been known to sing and hit things with drumsticks (not drums, but just about anything else will do)
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Dibs on FoH! by
on 2010-02-22 04:58:00 UTC
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My favorite instrument is the sound board.
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Dibs on designing the venue... by
on 2010-02-25 11:33:00 UTC
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After all you need a good room for good sound.
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Don't tempt me, woman ... by
on 2010-02-21 20:08:00 UTC
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That was far too much fun.
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I've still got my leather pants. *tempt tempt tempt* (nm) by
on 2010-02-26 19:07:00 UTC
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*SNORT* Of coouuuurse you do. (nm) by
on 2010-02-26 19:40:00 UTC
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Tempt her! Tempt her! by
on 2010-02-21 20:16:00 UTC
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I will not start singing that to the tune of Sawman's Lament, I will not start singing that to the tune of Sawman's Lament, I will not-- -
It doesn't take much, you know by
on 2010-02-21 20:17:00 UTC
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What with me being, in the words of Pratchett, as impressionable as a dollop of warm wax.
Let's just say, I'm on it :P
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If by any chance I can wait until Thursday... by
on 2010-02-21 20:39:00 UTC
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...to get my shippy freak on, I might even have to take you up on that.
(Yay! You got convinced and I didn't start singing Sawman's Lament and scare the cats! Everyone and the cats are happy.Well, okay, I'd have liked to sing Sawman's Lament, it's epic and twisting it to mean the PPC would be hilarious, but still.) -
Sing it anyway :D (nm) by
on 2010-02-21 20:48:00 UTC
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*wanders more OT* Darn it, Trojie by
on 2010-02-21 22:17:00 UTC
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At this rate I'm probably going to rewrite the whole song, since the accusatory bits get hilarious if they are talking about badfic instead of murder but I have no idea how they'd *get* there and picturing Paul Sorvino and Bill Moseley and Anthony Stewart Head singing about Sues and shipfic is... odd. Very, very odd.
(We have "Did you know she was a Suethor?" // "That was only one-shot fic!" // "One-shots still with epic plotholes--" // "And she's sunk to greater depths!" // "Don't you tempt me to write shipfic--" // "Tempt her! Tempt her!" but I'm... tinkering. Yeah. Hi. :D) -
Very Odd IS the purpose of this thread, you know. (nm) by
on 2010-02-22 00:08:00 UTC
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Gack, and a technical error... My apologies. (nm) by
on 2010-02-21 19:50:00 UTC
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