Subject: Oh and before I forget,
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Posted on: 2013-04-19 00:04:00 UTC
there is purportedly a door to HQ in Wales on World One, but a copy of that door could conceivably exist in the Whoniverse as well. Seems like their sort of thing.
Formerly an RP, this interlude has now become, well, an interlude. We shall now cease talking like a tour guide.
So, a short time back, I joined in the Blackout RP thread with a post about what was going on in the RC with the open door that the creeper had just run into. Recently, I got around to writing and posting part two, only to find that the RP thread had migrated to the next page, and therefore no one was likely to see it. As this seems to be becoming a full-blown fic, I decided to move it to its own thread, and post a lightly-edited version on Livejournal once it was complete.
With that said: Part 1 ("Meanwhile, in that RC with the open door...") is here. Part 2 (with the title of "Cats, cats, cats!") follows. Thanks to everyone who's helped/given feedback so far!
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[It got longer. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not really.]
[Also, this installment contains some mild spoilers for Supernatural, mainly about Castiel and pieces of seasons 7 and 8. You have been warned.]
[And, with that said...]
The Road So Far
Dawn was watching Supernatural when a creeper entered her RC. After being made aware of its presence, she frantically opened a portal, which malfunctioned and brought Sam, Dean, Cas, and Meg through into PPC HQ. Sam recognized the creeper as, well, a creeper...
"Oh no," Sam said, and three of the four canon characters backed up. Cas remained where he was, contemplating the creature. "It's going to--"
Now
DawnFire's fingers tapped frantically on her laptop's keys. She had just finished reading the replies to her first post, and had managed to come up with a desperate idea. Now she only had to put it into practice...
PPC HQ: RC 18
"Cats," Castiel said thoughtfully, and the plotholes opened.
"Good," DawnFire mumbled. "I'm so sorry for taking advantage of that canonical fact that you can have a conversation without seeming to leave, but it had to be done." She paused, considering this. "Oh, great. I'm the villain. Or at least a misguided protagonist. Wonderful."
Sam, Dean, Meg, and Dawn shifted backwards, startled by the sudden change in the RC's inhabitants. Castiel, of course, barely blinked, staring at the creeper.
"RUMBLEROAR!" snarled a huge lion with an old man riding on its back. Beside Rumbleroar, several animated lions stared at their suddenly changed surroundings, and quickly checked to make sure their cubs were unharmed. A twelve-year-old Hermione Granger screamed, and tried desperately to cover her currently cat-like face once she realized there were people around. Castiel stood still, smiling slightly, as more and more cats of all shapes, sizes, and breeds slipped through the plotholes. Nanny Ogg's Greebo hissed, spotted the mini-Balrogs, and hissed louder. Morwen's cats stared meaningfully at the creeper, which was frantically swiveling its head back and forth, trying to keep all the cats in view. Bagheera padded through another plothole, and was rather startled to find the jungle gone. The cat Castiel had once interrogated made its appearance, glaring at the angel. The Doctor, currently in another part of PPC HQ dealing with a Weeping Angel, would have been interested to know that several cat-nuns and the cat he had talked to in Craig's flat had just made their appearance in RC 18, a number of corridors and several dimensions away.
Speaking of RC 18, it was getting quite crowded. In fact, the only open space was swiftly becoming a direct path to the open door.
The creeper shivered. Its blocky head swiveled from side to side, from cat to cat. The smaller cats scared it; the cat-nuns and Hermione terrified it. The larger cats were enough to send it running for the hills of New Caledonia. And that was before Benvenuto and Vittoria scrambled through another plothole and hissed at it.
Faced with the boss cats of the Casas Montana and Petrocchi, who had chased the White Devil from Caprona, as well as all the other cats of assorted breeds and sizes, the creeper stopped hissing, turned, and ran. Most of the cats ran after it, yowling, hissing, spitting, snarling, and roaring. Rumbleroar's cry rose above the others, accompanied by Dumbledore yelling, "After it! After it! We're gonna get that green thing and drown it in the Hogwarts swimming pool!"
"Alright," Dawn said, once the chaos had cleared enough for her to be heard. "What was that thing?"
"Uh, a creeper," Sam replied. "It's...from Minecraft--"
"Dude, you are such a nerd," Dean said, and sat down in Dawn's chair. "Where are we, anyway?"
"No idea, but I'd like to leave," Meg said. Sam and Dean exchanged looks. Then Sam thought of something, and frowned.
"Cas, how'd you know creepers are afraid of cats?" He paused, considering his last sentence, and shook his head. "Our lives are so weird. What's next, Daleks?"
"Several of our best agents are Daleks," Dawn said absentmindedly. "Uh, Cas? Castiel? Are you, um, planning on moving any time soon?"
"W-what's going on?" Hermione quavered. "I--what is this place? How did I get here?"
"Did you just say some of your best agents are Daleks?" Sam asked. "Wait, what type of agents are we talking about? There's no way this is a police force--"
"Cas?" Dean got up and walked over to the angel. "Hey, man, you alright?"
Castiel turned, and grinned broadly. "Well, maybe. I think so. Did you see all those cats? I mean, not all of them were cats, but they could have been. I was thinking, actually, what makes a cat? I mean, was the creeper afraid of the tail, or the whiskers? Or was it the fur? I mean, I don't find fur very scary, but then again, I'm an angel. Do you find fur scary, Dean?" He stared at the human, head tilted to one side, blue eyes intent and that same, awful, un-Cas-like smile on his face.
"Oh, no," Meg said. "Here we go again."
Dean stared. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Of course," said the angel, "if it's the fur they're afraid of, then a dog should scare them just as much as a cat. But I was specifically told cats. I wonder why some cats are bigger than others..."
Sam groaned. "Great. Just great. Cas, this isn't just a--a practical joke, or something, is it?"
In a Room at the Board
DawnFire stared at her screen, nonplussed. "What--hold on, why's he gone back to being mentally unstable? I thought that went away when he came back from Purgatory. Why's it happening again?"
She reached out a hand to pat her first tribble, which purred. In its fireproofed corner, the mini-Balrog looked up questioningly.
"And--and I didn't even mean to write that," DawnFire added, mostly to herself. "He was going to turn around and apologize, he was just being quiet because he was concentrating on sending the cats home, or something. How'd he even--?" She stopped. "Oh no. No, no, no..."
She checked the screen, and found that several more lines had typed themselves while she was talking. "No! You've got to be kidding me. Since when do stories write themselves to this extent?"
The tribble purred. DawnFire positioned her fingers on the keys of her laptop, and jerked them away as something stung them. Cautiously, she tried again, and was relieved when no shock followed; when she tried to lift one hand to move the tribble away from her tea, she discovered that her hands refused to move any farther off the keyboard than it took to reach the rest of the keys and the touchpad.
"Aah!" she squeaked, and tried frantically to free her fingers, with no success. As she watched, they began to type, guided by an unseen force. "No! Nonononono! Help!"
She tried to stop typing and failed. Attempting to reach her email, she found that her fingers refused to comply. The story just kept writing.
RC 18
Dawn frowned as she watched the chaos that had taken over her RC. "DawnFire?" she said. "What's going on? And why can't I turn on the lights?"
As if in answer, a portal flickered open and dropped a young woman with light brown hair into the abandoned chair. She shrieked in surprise, and then stared at her fingers.
"What--" The newcomer wiggled her fingers, and grinned. "Yes! I'm free!"
Sam and Dean eyed her warily, ready for a fight. Meg glanced at Castiel, who was eyeing the newcomer over Dean's shoulder. Hermione backed away, wishing she had her wand with her. Dawn stared, and then walked cautiously closer.
"DawnFire?" she asked. "Is that you?"
DawnFire blinked. "Wha--Dawn? Why am I--" she caught sight of the canon characters and froze, gaping.
Dawn sighed. "DawnFire, focus. What's going on? Why are you here? Actually, just what's going on?"
DawnFire managed to drag her eyes back to the shadowy figure of the Assassin, and sighed. "I don't really know. I mean, we've had a blackout, at the Board, I mean, only now it's at the PPC--there's a great interlude going on, it's really hila--" She stopped, and went pale, although no one could really tell in the dark. "That's it. I'm in PPC HQ, and Slorp is roaming the hallways."
"'Slorp'?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised. "What's 'Slorp'?" He pronounced the word as though he wasn't quite sure it was what he was supposed to be saying.
"Uhhh," said DawnFire, blinking several times in an attempt to keep her mind clear. "Um. Slorp. Right. Meatloaf monster from the Cafeteria. The Doctor's dealing with it. Not sure if it's eaten an Angel yet or not, though."
"Wait," Dean said. "We're dealing with a meatloaf monster that runs around eating angels?" He glanced at Sam, and then at Cas...who wasn't there. "Cas? Cas!"
"It's alright, it eats a Weeping Angel, not an angel-angel," DawnFire said hurriedly. Sam stared at her.
"We're dealing with Weeping Angels now, too?"
"No, the Doctor is--" DawnFire began, and was interrupted by Dawn.
"DawnFire, you're going to have to tell me everything about this interlude, and we've got to find Cas. And get all the cats back where they belong. And Hermione. And Dumbledore."
"Ok, what?" Sam said.
Meg's eyes narrowed. "So basically, we have cats from all over the place running around here, as well as a meatloaf with a taste for angels, and my unicorn's run away. And who knows what other dangers there are in this place, whatever it even is." She smirked. "What the hell. Let's save the day. Sounds like fun."
"I still don't understand why you're here," Dawn said. She was unusually intent, most signs of insanity pushed to the side.
DawnFire sighed. "I don't actually know. The plotholes aren't supposed to be stabilizing--maybe it's because Cas opened so many that worked, I think he might have stabilized the room instead of each individual plothole? As for why I'm here, it's...not a good story. I was typing, and then I couldn't stop, and then the story started writing itself, and I'd nearly managed to contact Karen when the plothole dumped me here." She tried to smile. "So, are we saving the day, then?"
To be continued!
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[I couldn't quite decide which cat to bring in. Then, I decided to just bring in all of them. Virtual cookies to you if you know where all the cats are from. Also, Meg is extremely hard to write, at least in terms of facial expressions. I mean, I can see her move in my head, but getting that into words...pretty difficult.]
[Also, this is technically my first time writing for Supernatural, unless I've forgotten something. So, if you spot any OOCness, feel free to let me know and I'll deal with it. Thanks!]
[Oh, and, uh, I think this is becoming an interlude in its own right. Once it's finished, I'll probably clean it up and post it on livejournal.]
~DawnFire
Did you know...that this part is nearly twice the length of the last one? Which, in its turn, was nearly twice the length of the first one? If these keep doubling, we'll end up with a novella.
Not that that's a bad thing...
So, without further ado: Part 3!
Actually I'm going to ado just a little bit more, in a disclaimer. I don't own any of these canon characters. I also don't own any of the canon species. Furthermore, I don't even own the PPC! (Much less the various canons and fanfics referenced here). But, lovely people that you are, you probably knew this already, so...I shall stop adoing now and let you read on. Enjoy!
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Part 3: “We need to find that meatloaf!”
Dawn scowled at her ragtag band of two Hunters, a supernatural creature, a teenaged witch, and a metafictional writer. She was not at all happy about DawnFire’s summary of the events taking place in HQ right now: the meatloaf was bad enough when it wasn’t a giant, people-eating monster. There was a reason she tended to avoid it (besides being vegetarian, that is). And, of course, she was stuck trying to lead a group that had Dean Winchester in it; and of course he insisted on leaving the safety (relative) of RC 18 and going to find the monster—because, apparently, an angel was an angel, and therefore Castiel was at risk. Dawn was a little more worried about how to send all the cats back home, and couldn’t even be bothered to add the moment to her list of moments that could be Destiel in nature.
And even worse, Hermione had regained her voice and her confidence, and was staying busy asking questions of DawnFire, who was doing her best to answer and not just stare at the Polyjuiced canon character. In between answers, however, she glanced around nervously. Dawn might have sympathized, or made some gesture of comfort or solidarity, if she had been less angry with the situation and less stressed by Dean’s demands.
Several corridors later, Sam had joined Hermione in questioning DawnFire, who was now fighting a losing battle with the staring, even in the dim light. After several minutes of conversation—during which Sam’s expression turned from politely curious to slightly uncomfortable and then shifted through the spectrum to confused—he lengthened his stride and caught up to Dean, frowning.
“Dean. Dean, this place…”
“Sam unless it’s a death trap, I don’t want to hear it. We’ve got to focus on finding Cas before the meatloaf does.”
“Dean, DawnFire says this is a story she was writing.”
This caught Dean’s attention. “What, you mean she’s a prophet? Dude, we don’t have time for this.”
“She’s not a prophet,” Dawn cut in. She glanced nervously around a corner, and decided it looked safe enough; the Laws of Narrative Comedy took note, and snickered. “She’s just a Boarder. It’s very meta, but she sort of created me and a bunch of other agents, only we’re sentient and she chronicles us more than she controls us, really, but—” she stopped in the middle of ‘it’s still the creepiest idea ever’, and blinked several times.
“Er,” said the chubby, blond man in the tartan suit. He had a pronounced English accent, and had just rounded a different corner. He was also apparently talking to himself. “Oh dear. It’s so dreadfully grey in here, isn’t it?” He spotted Dawn, and smiled. “Oh, hello! Are you also lost?”
Dawn stared. “Um,” she said. “Uh, these are not the droids you are looking for?”
“What?” Sam gave her an odd look, and smiled tentatively at the newcomer. “Hi. Uh, sorry about her, she can be a bit strange. I don’t think we’re lost…”
“Wonderful!” The blond man beamed at them. “Then perhaps you could direct me to the way out? I should really be getting back to my bookshop.”
“Wait, bookshop?” DawnFire stared more closely at the unidentified man, who looked back innocently. “You’re—wow, you’re actually Aziraphale, aren’t you? How did you get here? Was it another plothole?”
Aziraphale stared at her. “Plothole? My dear, are you feeling quite well?” He paused, frowning. “And how is it you know my name? I don’t believe we’ve met…”
“Smite you, in the face?” Dawn offered, then shook herself out of it. “Sorry. Seriously, Aziraphale? How many angels do we have to deal with?”
“Wait, he’s an angel?” Dean demanded. He pointed at the British bookseller. “Seriously? Him?”
“Oh, just because he’s not from your home canon,” Dawn snapped.
“Aziraphale is a fictional angel,” Hermione pointed out. “He’s from a book called Good Omens. Now, I understand that the Protectors of the Plot Continuum protect canons, but he shouldn’t be here, should he?”
“The Protectors of the Plot Continuum?” Aziraphale repeated. “Good heavens, is that where I am?”
Dawn stared at him. “Please tell me you don’t know who we are.”
“Well, no,” the angel admitted. “The name does sound rather familiar, though.” He was about to continue, when a man in a black suit and snakeskin books ran around a third corner and barrelled into him.
“Good Lord!” Aziraphale exclaimed. He untangled himself from the small heap that had accidentally been formed, and stared. “My dear, wherever have you been?”
“Meatloaf,” babbled the newcomer. He accepted Aziraphale’s hand, and let the angel pull him to his feet. “Giant. Growling. Couldn’t stop it.”
Aziraphale frowned. “Crowley, are you feeling quite all right?”
“Wait, Crowley?” Dean said. “That’s not Crowley.”
The newest addition to the group turned, presumably glaring at Dean through his sunglasses. “I’ve been A. J. Crowley for six thousand years, thank you very much.”
“Since when does Crowley have initials?” Sam muttered to Dean. “Or wear sunglasses?”
“Wait,” DawnFire said. To her credit, she barely stuttered; of course, it was possible she had simply gone into a mild case of shock. “Did you—you ran into the meatloaf monster?” She shuddered.
“Yeah.” Crowley straightened his suit jacket and tie, looking rather haunted. “It wouldn’t listen when I tried to talk to it, and blowing it up didn’t work either, so I ran. Look, I’m not suicidal,” he added defensively. “Who knows how long being discorporated would last here? Wherever here even is?”
“Not too long,” Dawn said, “Medical could probably patch you up. Say, you didn’t happen to notice any working lights, did you?”
Crowley just stared at her. “Is that a trick question?”
“Oh, do you normally have better lighting?” Aziraphale asked. He looked at Crowley, and sighed. “My dear, you’ve forgotten your hair.”
“What?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Are you—you’re kidding me, right? Come on, we’ve got an angel to find.” He stalked past the Good Omens characters, scowling. Sam followed him with a somewhat awkward smile that tried to convey ‘What can I do? He’s my brother. And he’s right.’
“Are you mad?” Hermione exclaimed. She hurried after the departing Winchesters. “We can’t split up! There’s a monster on the loose!”
“Yeah, and it eats angels,” Dean retorted. “So if I can find it—”
“It doesn’t eat all sorts of angels, DawnFire said—”
Sam coughed. “Actually, DawnFire said it eats everything.”
“Ok, can we not talk about Prophet Girl right now?” Dean snapped. “We need to find that meatloaf!”
DawnFire sighed. Dawn rolled her eyes, and started walking, trailing the Boarder, two demons, and an angel. It was one of the oddest processions she’d ever been part of.
“If it helps,” DawnFire said quietly, mostly to herself, “the meatloaf’s name is Slorp.”
Judging by Crowley’s face, the only thing she had helped was his building case for proving her insanity. “It’s a meatloaf.”
“It’s a sentient meatloaf made out of Sues,” DawnFire corrected. She then considered this, and grimaced in disgust.
“I really do think you’re overreacting,” Aziraphale interjected. “I mean, it’s a bit silly, really, isn’t it? A giant meatloaf monster?”
Dawn grinned at him. “Welcome to the PPC.”
DawnFire laughed half-heartedly, glancing into the numerous shadows. Meg rolled her eyes, and quickened her pace to catch up with the Winchesters and Hermione.
“If it helps,” Dawn told her writer, “we know what places to avoid, and we’re a team of two Hunters, two demons, a witch, an angel, and an Assassin. I’d say we’re pretty well prepared.”
“Hermione’s twelve years old, Polyjuiced, and lacking a wand,” DawnFire retorted. “And the Winchesters think I’m a prophet. I get the feeling we’re going to need Cas to set them straight.” She shook her head. “Seriously, this day…well, it’s not going the way I planned.”
“At least you didn’t run into a giant meatloaf,” Crowley muttered, and was patted sympathetically on the back by Aziraphale.
“There, there,” the angel said soothingly. Crowley glared.
“You don’t believe me.”
“I’m sure it was very frightening,” the angel said.
“It was,” the demon replied.
“Even if it does sound rather silly,” Aziraphale continued.
“Exact—” Crowley stopped talking, and eyed the angel suspiciously. “It was enormous!”
“I’m sure it was,” Aziraphale replied calmly.
“And it stank!”
“I’m sure it did.”
“Angel, it tried to eat me!”
Aziraphale gave him a stern look. “My dear, don’t you think you might be exaggerating a little?”
“Ssso you don’t believe me?” Crowley demanded. “It wasss real, angel.”
DawnFire surreptitiously moved closer to Dawn; the hissing was a good deal more unnerving to hear than it was to read. Aziraphale just sighed. “Crowley, think about what you said. A giant meatloaf monster?”
“Named Slorp,” Dawn put in. DawnFire noted that she seemed almost to be enjoying herself now.
“Meatloafssss don’t have namessss!” Crowley shouted. DawnFire flinched, suddenly hoping that the demon’s sunglasses stayed where they were: she didn’t think she could take golden snake eyes in a human face on top of the hissing and the canon characters and the danger of Slorp roaming the halls. “They’re ssssupossssed to be food! Bad food, but ssstill food! Not giant monssterssssss!”
“Crowley, calm down,” Aziraphale said firmly. “You’re scaring the poor girl.”
“I’m ssscaring her?” Crowley spun around to glare at the angel, ignoring the looks he was getting from the faster-walking group. “Angel, she knowsss about the meatloaf! What if she’sss controlling it?”
“Now, I’m sure she’s not—” Aziraphale began, but was cut off by a new, also English-accented, voice.
“Not to be rude,” it said, “but why, exactly, are you shouting about meatloaf?”
The four beings turned around.
“Actually,” the man in the jumper continued, “I suppose a better question would by ‘why are you shouting about someone controlling a meatloaf’, but, well. Um.”
DawnFire stared, and clutched at Dawn’s arm. She tried to say something, but couldn’t quite find the words.
“If you had listened better, John,” said the man who had just followed man in the jumper around the corner, “you would know that he was shouting about a ‘giant meatloaf monster’ named ‘Slorp’.” He considered this. “That does sound rather silly, doesn’t it? Also, if you had paid more attention, you might have noticed the inconsistent scorch marks on the walls, most likely caused by a flamethrower. Wherever we are, time and space don’t seem to be nailed down.” He came to a halt next to John, and surveyed the quartet. “Now. Who are all of you, and why do you not care that your companions have disappeared?”
“Wha—buh—Sherlock,” DawnFire finally managed to squeak. Dawn sighed. “And, and—and John.”
“What?” Aziraphale eyed the newcomers with sudden interest. “From Conan Doyle’s books? Surely not.”
John glanced up at his friend. “You see, Sherlock? Even here, wherever here is, people read my blog.”
“Oh, shut up,” Sherlock retorted.
“Can we maybe go back to avoiding the meatloaf?” Crowley snapped. Sherlock frowned slightly at him.
“You’ve stopped hissing,” he observed.
“Wait, our companions have disappeared?” Dawn frantically looked at where the Winchesters, Hermione, and Meg had been, and started to swear…PPC-style. “Flaming Denethor! They could be anywhere!”
“Wouldn’t they just be around the corner?” John pointed out.
“Not in HQ!” Dawn set off at a fast walk. “This is awful! The SO’s going to kill me when we get the power back, isn’t he. How have we managed to lose so many canon characters?”
“It wasn’t really your fault,” DawnFire offered. Behind them, Aziraphale and Crowley sighed, and followed. Behind them, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson exchanged glances.
“Follow them?”
Sherlock shrugged. “We might as well.” The two started walking, and quickly caught up. “You,” the consulting detective said. “Crowley, was it?”
“What’s it to you?” the demon snapped.
“Your hair has slime in it. I thought you might want to know. Unless you decided it would make a good fashion change from your usual slimeless look?”
Crowley blessed, and miracled the slime away.
“Neat trick,” John commented. “Don’t suppose you could teach me how to do that? Might help with cleaning out the teapot after this one’s been at it.”
Crowley glared at the ex-soldier. “Are you a demon?”
John blinked. “Not that I’m aware of, no.”
“Then no, I can’t.”
John stared at him, decided he wasn’t joking, and coughed nervously. “Right. I’ll just…” He made some sort of gesture with his right hand, and edged away. Crowley stalked on, glaring into the shadows as though any of them might conceal carnivorous meatloaf.
Aziraphale smiled awkwardly at the Sherlock characters, thought better of making excuses for Crowley, and instead hurried to catch up with Dawn and DawnFire.
*
In another part of HQ, a Klingon was examining a note.
“‘Tonight will be a night of terror’,” he read, and frowned. “PPC HQ has no nights.”
“If I remember correctly, it’s a quote,” his partner said. She was a young brunette who stood almost a full foot shorter than the smooth-faced Klingon. She scanned the note again, and then started to look around.
“What are you looking for?”
The woman turned to give him a small smile. “It’s going to sound silly, but…a lamppost.”
“A lamppost?” The Klingon followed her, folding the note and placing it in a pocket as he went. “Reader, I have never seen a lamppost in HQ.”
“Well, one would be useful right around now,” the Reader replied. “What with the Blackout, and all, I mean. Kosar, distract me.”
The Klingon sighed. “I was once assigned to a mission in Narnia where killing the Sue was not enough to release the canon. Susan had been possessed by a secondary Sue-wraith, and I was forced to hit her head against the lamppost in order to force it out.”
“You…” The Reader turned and stared at him. “You slammed Susan’s head against the lamppost? Really?”
Kosar shrugged. “I was alone, and lacked a canon source. The lamppost was the closest thing.”
“But—” The Reader winced. “The lamppost. Really. Why wasn’t your partner with you?”
“I had no partner. This occurred some time before we met.”
“Yes, but you had a partner before that, didn’t you?”
Now it was Kosar’s turn to wince. “I did, yes, but this was after I left her.”
“Oh, right, the tribble problem.” The Reader turned a corner, trailing an annoyed Klingon.
“You mock me again. Those—creatures—are parasites, Reader. They—” He stopped.
“Well, what do you know,” the Reader said softly. “A pair of Assassins, hanging upside-down from a lamppost.”
“You were expecting to find this.”
“Well, it does fit with the quote,” the Reader replied. She examined the agents, head tilted to one side. “The question is, who has decided to imitate Holy Musical B@man? And why are they doing it in HQ?”
To be continued!
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End notes: Good Omens was published in 1990, hence Hermione's knowledge of it. I also seem to be utterly insane; I'm writing for the first time in the following fandoms: Supernatural, Good Omens, Sherlock, and I don't even know what else, but that's already a lot. Hope everyone's in character, let me know if something seems off...
And yes. This is now SuperWhoLockOmens+all the cats' canons and the Potterverse. How crazy-awesome is that?
~DawnFire
I adore that musical! In fact my Tumblr username's evil-sherlock-holmes because of it. Now there's that plotbunny wherein multiple incarnations of Holmes meet each other in HQ - BBC, ACD, HMB...
I'm liking your portrayal of Crowley and Aziraphale (although I'm wondering if Supernatural Crowley will still show up, heh), Sherlock and John, and Hermione! That's a lot of Neuralysing to do after this, I suspect.
Also, no one tell Eledhwen and Christianne that Sherlock and John are in HQ. They might scream unflattering things about being the only two people in HQ who have actively protected them and yet being absent when saner versions of them have appeared. Or at least Christianne will scream that. Eledhwen would just roll her eyes.
I...can't believe I missed that. Both about your username and that Evil Sherlock Holmes was in HMB (more reasons to rewatch!) I'm not sure I'd bring the HMB versions in, seeing as they don't have much character development to go on, but...I think any other version of Sherlock would be offended :)
Oh, good! It's my first time writing them. Same for Sherlock and John. Hermione...not so much. I've been in that fandom for rather a while now. As to SPN Crowley...well, I did kind of confirm that in an earlier post...wait, just realized what'll happen if he runs into Meg. Ah, well. Should be interesting. And as to neuralyzing, yes, there'll be a lot--especially if we include all the cats, Rumbleroar, and AVPM Dumbledore! Really, the only one who probably isn't going to be neuralyzed is J--nope, spoilers. You can probably guess, though.
Heh :) I mean, they could show up, if you like...gives me more people to juggle, but it could happen. Or you could write an outtake where that happens. Whatever you like. But yeah, they're there and...solving mysteries, I suppose. We'll see how that goes.
(You know, when I reread part 3 just before posting it, most of the best lines seemed to be coming from Aziraphale and Crowley. Well, and Dean, but Dean tends to have good lines. It amused me.)
Hm...I really need to watch MiB at some point. I hear it's good, and it would explain a lot more about how neuralyzing actually works... (most of what I know--actually, all of what I know--comes from the PPC).
Although...for bringing in Evil Sherlock Holmes (and possibly Evil Watson, too)...can't you just see John being so resigned at the fact that they're a couple? And it would be plausible to bring them in (see the whole 'Commissioner Gordon, the lampposts are disappearing!' dialogue in my response to Outhra), as they could just fall through one of the plotholes that's bringing in lampposts...Hm.
We'll see what happens. All I know is some of what's happening next chapter. Which...is very vague, but all right.
~DF
I'm too amused to come up something clever to say. Maybe I'll think of something later.
...
Well, I won't, but it's nice to pretend, don't you think?
Although your amusement does speak for itself. And we were just in Vegas, so I'll give you a break ;)
~DF
And I hope we can go to Vegas again soon, too. Missed you on gmail this morning - sorry, class was class was class. We had a movie. Computers were discouraged.
...are you usually in class when you're talking to me? No, you can't be, because sometimes you go get food. Never mind.
~DF
At first it was spring break and I didn't have work so I could chat with you freely at home. Weekends I'm not in class, and I only started working again recently (unsteady hours at my job mean I don't do much when it's slow) so I've had mornings free to chat without class. Sometimes I chat with you while in class, usually the one that I greatly dislike for not teaching me anything I didn't already know, but mostly I've been free.
Obviously, I can't go online while working, because well working. I ned teh monies.
Well, in terms of everyone's reactions to the implausible situation they've ended up in, you've got most of the new guys within boundaries. Not perfect, but as you said, it's your first time writing for them. I can't help you in regards to the Supernatural characters, though.
The real question is, why in the Fifty Spheres would someone bring Gotham City's lampposts into HQ? Are they on? I imagine that would be why the Assassins would be clustered around them, for the light. Of course, that raises the additional question of where they got the other power source from. Is that explained in the "B@tman" source? I don't watch a lot of musicals.
...It's a problem. I may end up posting it on Google Docs (if I figure out how to work that) and just hijacking other interludes' threads to announce the new parts. We'll see...
Glad to hear it. I am seriously diving into so many new fandoms this year...I should probably count them out at some point. Oh well! New things are good.
Welll...I mean, they're lampposts. They're not necessarily from Gotham (although now I have the mental image of "Commissioner Gordon!" "What is it this time?" "It's the lampposts, Commissioner! They're--they've--" "Well, speak up! I'm busy." "*deep breath* Commissioner, the lampposts are disappearing?" "What?" "The lampposts! They're--they're gone!" "Well, call Batman! He'll sort it out. Now go away, I have paperwork." ...and then Batman and Robin end up in HQ as well. Oh dear. Not sure that'll happen, though, it might be going a bit too far.) And, um, the Assassins are literally hanging upside-down from the lampposts. It's this thing from Holy Musical B@man (Starkid musical, wonderful--it's a sort of parody ((scratch that, it is a parody))) where at the beginning Batman leaves a note: "Criminals of Gotham: fear me!" and...that's not actually the quote I wanted. He later calls Commissioner Gordon, and the conversation goes something like this:
Gordon: "You'd better have some good news."
Batman: "Tonight will be a night--of terror!"
Gordon: "What? That's terrible news!"
And they start finding gangsters hanging upside-down from lampposts. At one point they find 'the entire Panangini mob outside hanging upside-down from a lamppost'. It's...pretty hilarious, really, even though they never show the lampposts. So basically...someone is in HQ, imitating Holy Musical B@man, and using agents in place of gangsters.
But yes, I'm sure the Assassins are glad of the light.
~DF
You're on the next page. :3
To be honest, I'm a bit too overwhelmed by all the badfic on the Circle of Lemmings to care all that much. Have you ever been on that site? It took me about 50 or more fanfics to find one goodfic, and I thought it was a badfic before I read it. And the only reason it's a goodfic is that it has great characterization, spelling, and grammar. It's a one-page paragraph with some unnecessary description that basically summarizes the character (Dean) as seen on the show, but other than that...it's a great, in character fic about Dean calling the Doctor (11, I think) and asking, begging, demanding that he save Sherlock, and the Doctor not being able to do anything because he knows that Sherlock lives. It's...well, it's great. It's just a wall of text with a bit of obvious writing.
And that's my goodfic. I also trawled through so much badfic you wouldn't believe. There--there was even a badfic *quiz*, which I may take on just to see how it would work. And do you know what I read? Tony's daughter getting honorably discharged from the army and not given a reason--but also knowing that her job was given to someone else--and swearing about it for rather a ridiculous amount of time. She then runs into Steve, at a bar, and then two months later they're close friends and living together, and they still don't know each other's surnames. And then she skips ahead to a future where they're dating and she's pregnant, and then we go back and Tony's OOC. And her dad. And we knew all along because it says her surname is Stark in the summary.
Yes. This is what I did last night. I had to use Holy Musical B@man as lemming repellent (thanks, whoever gave me that as a welcome gift...) And I haven't even told you about the blind girl who can become fire (ie, Human Torch), control lightning, and one more thing that I've forgotten--oh yeah, she remembers everything that's ever happened to her (this is all due to her cold-hearted scientist parents trying to recreate Captain America on their weeks-old kid instead of, I don't know, finding a volunteer--I mean, seriously, why would you even want a baby with Cap's powers? It doesn't make any sense!)--and was adopted by Tony after he found her left outside a bar--who leaves a baby outside a bar? Seriously. And so, because she's blind, JARVIS has been given robotic arms--at least, I assume it's because she's blind--and apparently she knows the layout of the entire Stark Tower by heart, which, well, I guess Tony doesn't destroy anything, or if he does he rebuilds it exactly the way it was, and I think this is the one who also hates Pepper? Yeah, sounds about right. So she hates Pepper, and has a fight with Tony about how he'd rather spend time with his girlfriend than with the Sue daughter he hasn't seen in two months (ok, ok, it's a little justified--apparently Pepper was with him on his two-month business trip--but it's still Pepper bashing, which I really don't like) and she goes to stay in a hotel. And then Thor finds her, and they've apparently got some sort of pre-romance relationship? I don't even know. And--and Bruce calls Tony 'sir', I have no idea why. Oh, and up until the story begins, no one except for she and Tony knew that she wasn't really his daughter or that she was a clone of the Human Torch + lightning powers and super-memory. And then suddenly Bruce knows, and she tells Thor, and that's pretty much where I stopped reading. And then, of course, there's the Harry Potter badfics, and the Torchwood ones, and the Doctor Who ones, and--you see my point, right?
We're outnumbered. It's--it's kind of terrifying. I mean, it's a bit hard to find badfic on FFN now (well, depending on which fandom you're looking in--Twilight's pretty easy), but here...it's not even like shooting fish in a barrel. It's--it's like shooting dead sardines in a barrel. I just...I went through seven parts of HMB looking at it, and I barely scraped the surface. If this is what FFN was like when Jay and Acacia started...wow. No wonder they wrote the PPC. And believe me, I'm very glad they did...
~DF
I have encountered one mehfic with Molly Hooper's bff joining Sherlock and John on a case, and that was meh only because it wasn't overtly some sort of "love story".
Link us to this unicorn of a Circle goodfic, I beg you.
Congratulations, Lily, I now have Meg the demon of Supernatural fame/infamy in my head, being all curious about this new unicorn. And she's not showing any signs of leaving. Thanks...
Hm, that does sound like a mehfic. However...yes, the unicorn of the Circle. I'm on it.
Be prepared for some cliche writing and no real spacing, though. The characterization seemed pretty good when I read it, though, even though we weren't told how or why they were all in the same universe--but it does seem like a oneshot...
I shall now stop waffling and give you the link.
...ok, fine, on second look it also has some tense shifts. Just...after slogging through so much badfic, this bit of relatively good characterization seemed suddenly great. Here, read: http://www.quotev.com/story/2898766/Desperate-Call/
Enjoy, I think...
~DF
Oh dear. That sounds horrible. I've never been to Circle of Lemmings and I hope to never be, now. o.O Those 'Sues are terrible...
With all of their super-situational crimes and increasingly strained gimmicks. Like Ten-Eyed Man. The man who had no eyes on his face, but ten on his fingers! That's it; that was his whole gimmick.
The Lamppost Purloiner would fit in easily, and do a lot better than Ten-Eyed Man would. The Purloiner would cause minor traffic accidents! Wee-oooh Weee-aaa WIIIII!
Now I'm thinking about 1960s Adam West Batman and Burt Ward Robin. Maybe they could still work in the "dropped into HQ" context. Oh, who am I kidding, I would just get a kick out of seeing their family-friendly bright-colored campiness in the same room as BBC Sherlock.
Now that I can't get 1960s Batman out of my head, when I read the bit you had about putting a note somewhere, I immediately imagined Batman putting sticky notes on the doors of all of his arch-enemies. Robin is beside him, writing new sticky notes every time Batman loses or drops one. I imagine they'd have a lot of houses to go to.
Anyone want a cameo? There are going to be rather a lot of agents hanging upside-down from lampposts, I'm afraid, and I could use some volunteers...
~DawnFire
And Nurse Carleton Hearth, for any lamppost hanging and/or other necessary plot devices that you need.
I'm assuming they have wiki pages? If not, where can I find some information on their personalities and general histories?
~DF
But all three of them are amorphous enough to just be name dropped at this point.
Though Rooney does have this: http://lilywinterwood.tumblr.com/post/33825706659/ppc-doi-report-more-effective-than-a-nicotine
(Anything's a possibility, once you've mentioned it!)
XD
~DF
Deleted Scenes. Featuring a game of Cluedo and a Time Lord Academy Reunion. Sorta.
I was wandering around the PPC Wiki, and found a potentially notable story. In a few lines around halfway through, a brief mention is made of a humanized Dalek playing a board game at Rudi's Pub. It's Xianqi (Chinese Checkers) and not Cluedo, but that story was set in 2010, about two years before the first PPC Cluedo circuit was set up.
Can we get an official word on whether or not that was everyone's favorite game-playing Dalek?
It's up to the original author to confirm or deny the sighting.
Chances are, given the mention of DAVD, it could also be Charlie.
Through the prominence of a few certain Officers, I'm pretty sure it's KGarrett, but I can't be certain. If it is him, we won't be able to have anything confirmed or denied, since KGarrett seems to have largely left the PPC community. If it isn't, I've still not found any leads on who it would be otherwise.
And either the Dalek is a different one altogether or one of them had a name-change at some point, if this post is any indication. Which it is. Figure of speech and all. >.>;
~Neshomeh, researching.
Should I add Fearn to the Glossary of PPC Characters? He was never actually named, but it would help with identifying in the future.
How did you manage to find that post? Every time I use the search function, it gives me a bunch of random topics that are of no help at all. Do you just have access to all of the threads, being an admin and all?
Or at least as twinny as Daleks can get what with being more or less the same creatures over and over again.
Maybe Strategist Daleks just love playing games that require a degree of strategy.
My Occam's Razor sense is twitching, what with the similarities. But yeah, if Tawaki verifies that Fearn is not actually Omicron with a different name, definitely add him, and probably update Melpomene's page, too, since she's supposed to be Fearn's partner as of 2010.
The search feature is a pain in the neck, but you don't have to be an admin to use it effectively. (I'm not one, by the way. PG =/= admin.) You just have to make sure your search term isn't too broad, because it doesn't seem to distinguish between upper and lower case, and I think it'll give you results with words that contain whatever you entered, too. Thus, "DIA" was useless to me, but "cameo" is unique enough that I was able to pull up results going all the way back to 2008.
Hope that helps!
~Neshomeh
Omicron's partner is Kamkenta Squee/Duval, one of Tawaki's numerous bit characters. Omicron has also been active for several years, which counteracts Tawaki's description of Fearn as "rookie".
Omicron was never mentioned to be good at games until Lily Winterwood used him, which means this may be a coincidence. Plus, Fearn seems to be bad at games, which may be a difference in itself.
Still, I'll ask just to make sure, once Tawaki responds to my other e-mail so that I know the address he gave me works.
I'll keep that bit about the search terms in mind in the future. That could be pretty helpful.
I got an e-mail back from Tawaki.
Fearn is confirmed as a separate character, and was said to have been recruited in September of 2009 from a mega-crossover. No other details were given.
I'm adding him to the wiki's Glossary as a minor character.
Love the deleted scenes! I just have a request--could you write another one where the Doctor bumps into the Reader? I get the feeling that I volunteered her in a thread that's now on a different page, and that's why she hasn't shown up. Could you make a meeting happen? Even if he just bumps into a woman and a Klingon arguing loudly about battle tactics and strategies for finding a TARDIS in the maze of HQ? That could be fun...
~DF
I was a bit confused by her profile, and I feel like it'd be unfair to develop her for you when you're clearly in the midst of developing her, so I feel like such a scene would be out of my hands.
By all means feel free to put the meeting in your interlude, since you are her creator. :'D But then there'd need to be a reason why the Reader couldn't make it to the Time Lord Academy reunion.
Very fair points. You definitely have a point. I shall now stop saying 'point' and variations thereupon.
Actually, her profile changed (evolved) a little after I posted that, so...yeah, you're probably right.
Ok, that works! I shall do that. And, well, I have a reason: most people don't actually know she exists (yet), she comes from a fanfic (although that's not really a concern), and she's been looking for her TARDIS. I think I'll just write that meeting in the corridor...maybe the Doctor can help her find her TARDIS, or something, or just walk along babbling about something. I don't know. It'll work out, I guess...
She's really fun to develop. I mean, I probably won't be writing much with her for a while yet, but she's really fun to write bits of backstory and ideas for.
~DF
Now Omicron is going to spend the rest of the Doctor's stay at the PPC hunting Clara down to demand a rematch. Exterminating her would be too easy. If she dies now, she dies still a champion. Consequently, if she loses at Cluedo, she would not need to be exterminated, but might just be anyway for her insolence to dare defy the superior Cluedo prowess of the Dalek race. Perfect Dalek logic.
I agree with Huinesoron; Omicron had all of the best lines. "THIS GAME CAME BEFORE THE MONSTER, CARLETON; YOUR STUPIDITY MUST NOW CEASE." When I read that, I imagined it with Omicron adopting a derisive tone of voice while dragging out the E in CEASE in traditional Dalek fashion and could not stop laughing.
The next PPC Badfic contest should contain an entry shipping Luxury with Slorp. I'd read it.
Considering the events of "Asylum of the Daleks", it would be like murdering your half-sister. Ish.
Besides, the Asylum of the Daleks character wasn't really Clara.
It was Oswin, Clara's alternate-future possibly-from-a-doomed-timeline I-won't-know-the-details-until-I-watch-the-rest-of-series-seven doppelgänger, and at any rate she was on the Dalek Asylum planet while Omicron was off killing Sues.
He might not have even known about Oswin at all, and he certainly wouldn't have been involved in the decision to strap her into a Dalek's robot transport body. I'm pretty sure the only one who was involved in that decision was some sort of poorly-elaborated-upon Dalek supercomputer.
You know, who was actually watching the Daleks within the Asylum? The human corpses who got turned into half-Dalek transport robot were just the security, and the actual Daleks just seemed to be sitting still for days on end with nobody making sure they didn't run amok and start knocking over the furniture trying to vaporize a hallucinatory Time Lord.
Was it the supercomputer that was supposed to watch them? Was there even a supercomputer of any sort there, or did I just jump to conclusions based on the context?
Asylum of the Daleks was weird, basically, and I still have a lot of questions about it, and not the "But what happens next?" kind. Most of them are the "Hey, this bit wasn't thought through very well." kind, but I'm sure about five-sixths of my questions of that sort are cropping up from someone else elsewhere on the Internet with better cross-referencing and supportive screenshots.
There were very few things Luxury would not sleep with. As it turns out, a meatloaf monster was not one of those things.
She gave it her best smile (known to send other Agents running for the metaphorical hills, and even the actual hills on some occasions) and sidled a bit closer. "Well hello there," she purred. Yes, purred. Back when she was with Sean, she had learned how to purr her words. It made it much more convincing when she wore her cat ears and strap-on...tail.
The meatloaf monster - Slorp - stopped its advance and turned the lump of meatloaf that could be loosely termed as a head towards Luxury. Despite a lack of facial features, Slorp managed to look perplexed. Perhaps it was the jutting ridge of meatloaf, approximately as high up the proto-head as a human's brow. Or it could have been the slight tilt of his head. Maybe the "Graaaaaaaaaaawrghrah" moan had a tinge of confusion.
All in all, Slorp was not sure what to make of the strange human approaching him. This was a first for Slorp. He tended to eat humans the moment they were in range. So what was it about this one that made him stop? What was it about her that made him hesitant?
"So," Luxury smiled, "I know a nice little RC down the way..."
“So, I know a nice little RC down the way…”
Slorp was meatloaf, through and through, with a few bits of cafeteria worker interspersed throughout. He had neither organs nor bones, no skin or teeth or muscle. But even the most illogical of beings has a survival instinct, and his kicked in as Luxury took another step forward.
“Graaaahngah!” Slorp slithered backwards, leaving a greasy trial and a few bits of meatloaf as he went. Wait, he’d lost a partially-digested foot. A tendril of meatloaf darted forward and scooped it back into his mass. Luxury took note of the tendril and giggled.
“Ooh! You can make those?” Her eyes lit up. “How many can you make at one time? Can you make them bigger?”
That was it. Slorp knew he couldn’t eat this human – something told him that she would only turn it on him. So he turned his metaphorical tail and ran.
A giggle sounded through the hallways as Luxury gave chase…
...love you, even when what you write scars me.
...now I'm kind of picturing what would happen if Jack Harkness met Luxury, and it's yours and Outhra's faults...You know what, I'll send you an email and expand on this, I don't want to give out SBEI spoilers :)
Out of curiosity: part 3?
~DF
Since he didn't encounter the Doctor but certainly heard that he was at HQ.
Make of that what you will.
Oh. Now I remember, he actually showed up at the end of your interlude! Can't believe I forgot about that. Especially as I wanted to know what happened next...
Hm. It is a bit of a pity; I had this whole little scene thought out where...well, ok, it started with him running into someone after seeing Lux chasing Slorp. I hate writing out ideas while trying to avoid spoilers...
Would it be possible for him to have his conversation with the Doctor and then end up in HQ--but since time is wonky, he ends up there during the Slorp events? Or...I just caught your sneaky wording, actually...he could show up in HQ, but just not run into the Doctor? I mean, I can make that work, since DawnFire has at least some information on where the Doctor is, and knows that he didn't run into Jack...also, I wasn't really planning on having him be with the main group...Hm. Maybe this could work. I don't think you outright stated that he wasn't in HQ...and his line at the end, that he'd heard the Doctor had ended up in HQ, could be because he heard about the Doctor's visit while he was there himself...
Speaking of which, was that Jack post-Miracle Day, or what?
~DF
He could and he could have not been at HQ, but from the Doctor's perspective they did not meet until after the Doctor got Neuralysed and sent home.
Since I haven't finished Torchwood (but have the gist of what happened), I imagine it could be Jack at the end of season 4 of Doctor Who. Which may be post Miracle Day anyway.
So, assuming you mean the end of s4 to be "The End of Time", it takes place in 2009, at Christmas. Jack leaves Earth either earlier or later that month (it just says 'December') after apparently traveling the Earth for six months post-Children of Earth. I'm not sure this works out for the interlude, since he wouldn't be in Cardiff, the Hub is in ruins, and Jack would be pretty depressed. It is pre-Miracle Day, though.
~DF
All I see it is that the last time the Doctor and Jack meet on DW is at that bar at the end of "The End of Time", and that's the Tenth Doctor. AFAIK, Jack might've returned to Cardiff during the Eleventh Doctor era for some reason, or perhaps the PPC has used the rift in Cardiff to stick him back into the Whoniverse if he showed up in HQ. The TARDIS could've detected such a movement and sought it out, thereby making the Doctor meet Jack.
there is purportedly a door to HQ in Wales on World One, but a copy of that door could conceivably exist in the Whoniverse as well. Seems like their sort of thing.
So basically, as long as he doesn't run into the Doctor, it's all good. :)
Hm. Guess I'd better go find a timeline, then, since I don't remember the dates for the end of s4 or for Miracle Day. All I remember is that Children of Earth was somewhere around 2009.
Why the end of season 4, by the way? Any particular reason?
~DF
Aw, not even Slorp supports the Luxury/Slorp crack pairing. Still, it's funny to read it this way. Now, even the terror of the Blackout flees when encountering the blonde terror of HQ's hallways.
Good job, Karen. You've either impressed or disgusted the entire Board with those short few paragraphs. I was more the former than the latter, but I'm not going to say I was either exclusively.
Seriously, though, was I the only one who instantly imagined a pulp romance novel cover when reading this? The one I was thinking of had Luxury pointing dramatically at nothing in particular, while Slorp swoons in the background. There'd be a bit underneath it that would go something like "And is one's heart not made of meat? Why must meat be in the way of passion?"
I don't know enough about pulp romance covers to know whether that would even be what one would look like, but it's illogical, someone is swooning, and the blurb contains the word "passion", so I'm going to say it's at least plausible. Plus, it made me laugh, so it works.
I only wrote a few paragraphs. Trust me, I could go ON...
...but I'm a bit busy being amused by Lily and Dawn's reactions. XD Wait, if I write more, there could be more of those...hmmm...
I'm willing to sacrifice a little more of DawnFire's sanity in retribution for all the difficult situations she puts me through. And she's half-amused by it, anyway.
Ooh, look, a tribble! Wait, no, don't feed it, are you crazy? Good grief, that Sue's an idiot!
Wait, what happens if you feed a student who put down 'tribble' on their application form to an OFU? Do they end up reproducing, or...?
Anyway, I suppose I'd better get back to the mission now...I've got the charge of subverting tribble biology to write down, as well as 'actions that would cause a plague of tribbles in canon with no ill effects'...
~Dawn
[DawnFire's note: Not a real mission. Fortunately. Wait, no, that would be interesting! For science! ...why do I sound more like Dawn than Dawn does right now?]
This would be easier to explain if you knew Bionicle, because Zaktan makes a really good example, but I'll try and map it out with as few specific canonical references as possible.
If a being with one mind is fragmented into dozens of smaller minds, they would all function as portions of that one intelligence, under a collective command of its single mind. It wouldn't be the fragmentation of a personality into "I'm the sarcastic one, I'm the nice one, I'm the shy one" that mind-splitting does on most TV shows, because I'm pretty sure that TV writers usually only do that to tell the duplicates apart until the full person re-merges at the end of the episode. Instead, it would be that each piece has a component of the intelligence of the original, a "pearl of consciousness" if you will. Technically, that's a Dune reference, but it's vague enough to make sense out of context.
The fragments would be capable of acting separately if necessary, but this would have a detrimental effect on both the part that split off and the part designated the "whole" unless there were so many fragments that either could function without some of those components indefinitely.
Additionally, if any of those fragments were to be destroyed or otherwise would be prevented permanently from rejoining the whole, the whole would permanently lose the mental processing power allotted to the destroyed fragments.
This wouldn't decrease memories or overall intelligence, unless the fragments were partitioned poorly or there were only a few of them, but there would still be a loss in overall mental acuity relative to the percentage of the mind separated from the rest.
TL;DR, a tribble student, if allowed to duplicate, would become a swarm of tribbles that shared the student's original consciousness, which would still think and act as the student would, with the added but potentially dangerous ability to separate portions of him/herself.
Oh, wow, that was a long post. I just like to talk about this sort of thing.
This has gotten me thinking: would a tribble-swarm student arrange his/her component tribbles into a humanoid form, for convenience's sake, or would tribbles be just too large to hold a form other than an amorphous mound?
But yes, definitely write more. It will be the tale of love, loss, and meat to tell the young and old alike. Wait, I'm back on "what would go on a trashy romance cover" mode.
Still, you should make a Part Two. If you think your commenters are astounded now, imagine how astounded they will be that you wrote a sequel, and how astounded they will be when they read its contents! There will be reaction-amusement galore for us all!
*Joins Lily in the Lake of Bleepka*
That was gloriously terrifying.
/jumps into lake of bleepka
I've always wanted to use that gif.
Snails deserve better than simply to crawl slowly on the ground.
Fly, snail! Fly to a thread that does not oppose your jetpack-possessing sensibilities! Nobody will judge you, because you are a snail that has learned to use the Internet and operate a jetpack. That is simply too cool to make someone look down on you for any matter of this sort.
Hey, Lily Winterwood! It looks like the mini-Slorp you were going to give SpectacularSC finally has both a name and a definitive existence! Who's got a butterfly net?
The spawn of Slorp is on the loose!
*Runs away screaming*
*stops*
Wait...it's actually kind of cute...
*Slop growls*
Nevermind! Running now! Bye!
~DF
... can you just make the entire story out of the deleted scenes? Because I think these are my favourite of the lot.
“Oh, that’s a bit too bad,” replied Clara, grinning.
... yeah, I can hear that from her. I also loved “DALEKS DO NOT CONTAIN PEPPER" - in fact, Omicron in general cracked me up.
And I adore the interaction between the Doctor and Morgan (and the little paper umbrella) - c'est parfait. Although Morgan says "If anyone else tries to refer to me as a 'Time Tot'..."
hS
about Morgan meeting the Fourth Doctor as a child.
... she (somehow) also meets Romana II and tells her "I'm gonna be just like you when I grow up!"
Because she totally is.
hS
Wow, this thing really is writing itself. XD
And Rumbleroar. RUMBLEROAR. YOU BROUGHT IN RUMBLEROAR. And Catmione. Yessss.
Someone really should bring in Sherlock for the Superwholock.
Starting from Cas reverting to Crazytown!Cas, that is. It's quite fun, although not so much for my avatar-avatar-thingy.
XD I had to bring in Rumbleroar. He's a lion. Who can talk. Of course he came. And, well, Dumbledore had to come along...
As for Catmione, I actually have no idea what to do with her. My memory of CoS Hermione is rather vague. I was actually thinking of making her the AVPM/S/SY version, but...I'm not sure the Polyjuice incident even happened there, so that's out. Anyway, it's easier to just reread a bit of the second book. Hardly a hardship.
Well...I'm thinking about it. Actually, I've thought about it and come to a decision. It's just not exactly the one that was being tossed around. It'll be fun, though. And maybe someone else will bring in CD-era Sherlock, or BBC!Sherlock. Or maybe I'll bring in BBC!Sherlock. We'll see :) But it's going to be chaotic. And I kind of want Crowley to show up now...and come face-to-face with Slorp...ok, no, that's going in. It has to. It's happening.
And with that...I should probably start writing part 3, now, shouldn't I?
~DF
Please.
After having no idea where to even start with part 3, I reread parts 1 and 2, wrote 'Dawn scowled', went to my creative writing class, and came out with three and a half pages that I should probably reread now. On the plus side, I do know it's going somewhere. Whether that somewhere works, or is controlled enough in its chaos, however, is something I have yet to find out. I guess we'll see...
~DF
You could bring in Castiel and maybe BBC!Sherlock, have him/them encounter the Doctor right after he was finished sending his message to Sergio and Nikki, just as Victorian!Sherlock and Watson are coming by on their investigation. SuperWhoLock fandom hyperconvergence.
Do Supernaturalverse angels feed on emotional energy? I've seen that trait from angels in a few continua, and that seems like the sort of moment that an emotion eater would get all of the power by capitalizing on.
And yes, Crowley coming face-to-face with Slorp would be hilarious. Start making Part Three!
Looks like I should reread Lily's interlude, because I'd forgotten that detail, but it could be pretty awesome. Not quite sure what incarnation of Sherlock I'm bringing in yet...but I guess we'll find out!
...I probably need a timeline of Lily's interlude, don't I, considering that I'm working around the edges of it on purpose. Hm.
Supernaturalverse angels can gain power through holding souls inside them, but they generally don't do that. They can also heal themselves by using energy from a human's soul, but...it's a dangerous and painful process for the human. (For clarification: in SPN, angels don't have souls, humans do, monsters generally do, and most demons, if not all, were originally human and are actually twisted human souls, made that way through hundreds of years of torture in Hell. I know, very cheerful.)
...I kind of wish I knew a species that fed on emotional energy now. It would make for a interesting scene. Not sure if I do know one, though...annoying, especially as I think I may have read something like that once--oh. OH. Idea! Love it when that happens. I like this one. It's happening.
Part 3 currently has 3 1/2 pages in my notebook, and will soon be typed up and continued. And...there are angels in it :) Or at least, one angel. So far, anyway. And no, it's not Cas.
...this is just getting ridiculously insane, isn't it...
Oh, and the Crowley-Slorp face-off is happening. Most definitely. I think I even wrote the action for it already, though I don't know which part it'll be in...
~DF
And Dementors sort of feed off emotional energy. Well, mostly just your good memories so you end up feeling like shit-tzu in a blender.
They sort of just disrupt a victim's happiness by being there, so they wouldn't get any extra energy from a fandom hyperconvergence than they would from, say, a child's birthday party. That's why the Patronus works. There's so much concentrated happiness in one place that it cancels out the Dementors' auras of bleakness. Admittedly, I may have a few details wrong in saying that, but what I remember out of the books and the facts from a few Internet searches I went on just now corroborate it. Potter fans, feel free to tell me off for what I left out.
Actually, wouldn't a fandom hyperconvergence have a similar effect to a Patronus? There'd be the same basic emotional blast, powered by the joy of millions of fans instead of the joy from a happy memory. It wouldn't shape itself into an animal, but it would do the same sort of thing in regards to emotion and energy.
Now I'm wondering what Watson's Patronus would be. For some reason, I'm seeing "monitor lizard", but I have no idea why. Maybe because he monitors Sherlock... but a monitor lizard doesn't actually monitor anything. Bluh. I'll stop now.
Queen and country, bravery, and a counter to Moran's, er, tiger symbolism that the BBC fandom has given him, since they've basically set Watson and Moran against each other like two sides of a coin, just like Holmes and Moriarty.
I know there were counterparts of a few other members of the original Holmes rogues gallery, but I didn't see a Moran in the Series One or Series Two episodes I watched. When I checked the Sherlock Holmes wiki, it said that the most recent Moran adaptation was in the Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes movies.
Are his appearance, symbolism, and personality just a collective decision of the fandom, like Octavia's are in in MLP:FIM?
(PleaseknowwhatI'mtalkingabout PleaseknowwhatI'mtalkingabout PleaseknowwhatI'mtalkingabout)
But the BBC fandom has extrapolated from the ACD Canon and as far as I'm concerned the only thing they can't agree on is his appearance. Because he doesn't really have one. They just agree that he's like... a darker John.
But that doesn't matter, because we're going to see Moran in s3 anyway.
That's basically what I was thinking of, too. Octavia was a minor bit character from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic who had no lines and only showed up in a few scenes, but for some reason, the fandom latched on to her, deciding as a group what her personality, individual tastes, and other character components would be. They usually often set her as a counterbalance to fandom favorite Vinyl Scratch, who didn't even have a name before the bronies gave her one.
Vinyl Scratch is a lot more nebulous in terms of character development, though. The only thing the bronies can agree on with her is that she's "cool" and works as a DJ. Of course, an individual brony's version of "cool" affects her characterization fic-to-fic, since she's never had any lines either. Of course, this makes her able to be adapted in far more directions than Octavia, who everyone agrees is mostly just a classical musician who goes on very few madcap adventures.
I remember one fic idea I had where Scratch was an undercover time traveler working to prevent one-world extremists from collapsing reality. I lost track of the idea a while ago, though, and never actually got around to writing it beyond the first chapter or so. Now that I remember it, that sort of irritates me. I had a pretty good deconstruction of the brony fandom's commonly decided-upon Doctor Who expy set up to serve as a recurring enemy and everything.
Oh, wow. This started off with you talking about Series Three of BBC Sherlock and ended with me talking about my never-completed MLP fanfiction. I really spiraled off-topic there.
Mostly because I've seen a lot of stuff on said Doctor Whooves.
That's awesome. You're awesome. Thanks so much!
Well, yes, that's true...but they don't really gain energy from it, do they? Well, I suppose they do, but...hm. I mean, it's basically their food source.
~DF
Sometime late March 2013 HST - People don't eat the meatloaf, so Nerys and Lisa throw it out. Slorp begins to form unbeknownst to the Cafeteria until perhaps 30 March, when Nerys first discovers the monstrosity after burning her tea. Slorp then subsumes some Cafeteria workers while the rest create the barrier.
1 April 2013 HST (as well as April 1 2012 HST, briefly) - the lights first go out. Seven hours after that the shields begin to go down. Creepers and stuff show up, and the events of the RP begin to happen. The Weeping Angels show up.
2 April 2013 HST - The RP continues. I'm to assume the cats and the Supernatural characters show up at least by now.
3 April 2013 HST - The Doctor is dragged into HQ. He encounters Christianne and Eledhwen; they wander off in search of the DoDAEG and find Rosalie and Weeping Angels and the Hallway of Mirrors. They find the DoDAEG empty but functional and the Doctor deduces that the energy is being funnelled into the cafeteria. Once at the Cafeteria the Doctor finds out what happens, Morgan shows up, and accidentally frees Slorp.
Agents Sergio and Nikki and the TCDA Agents have shown up.
4 April 2013 - Slorp terrorises HQ, only to be defeated via Reality Room and a grenade. The power has been going back on. There is a flame-jar vigil for the fallen. Missing people turn back up. Sergio and Nikki go home. The Doctor goes to DoSAT but can't enter his TARDIS until he is Neuralysed.
Christianne asks Eledhwen out, the fateful game of Cluedo is played in which Omicron is beaten by Clara, and the Doctor reunites with the PPC Time Lords.
5 April 2013 - The Doctor and Clara say goodbye and are Neuralysed and returned home.
This plays into the time that I'm going to be setting my interlude/possible Permission piece.
Would the Security Weeds have entered into HQ by April 2nd, since the power was down for an extended period by then, or would they have gone in on the 3rd, when Captain Dandy was first seen by the Doctor?
Were the two Weeping Angels defeated by the Depatment of External Security defeated at roughly the same time (it couldn't be the exact same time, though, since Captain Dandy knew that the first Weeping Angel had already been defeated as he was attacking the second), or was the one that was defeated first found and dealt with several hours or even most of a day beforehand?
About how many hours were there between Slorp's first rampages and Slorp subsuming the Weeping Angel, and how many hours between the latter and the full restoration of HQ's power?
I'd been seeing the power as being out for two days, and now that it's been revealed to be twice that, it's throwing a few of my time-points into question.
Aren't the Security Weeds just part of HQ? They could have been in another part of HQ taking care of nasties there.
And I suppose they might have come in on the 2nd and taken care of the Angel after The Doctor and co portal away. Weeds could have extra tech to communicate with each other as well.
All I know is that Christianne said that the power was out for two days after Captain Dandy saves them.
But I remember it being mentioned in a few places (and it was definitely mentioned in Crashing Down) that they rarely, if ever, entered HQ proper unless there was a problem. They usually just lurked around the outskirts. Doing what, I don't know. They probably have some huge ongoing mission that most of the PPC doesn't get involved in. But you're right, they probably would have started heading for the core of HQ when the shields first went down.
The Weeds do have some form of long-distance communication, but I don't remember what it was or if it was technological in nature at all.
This helped, though. It means that there was still at least a full day between the last Weeping Angel being defeated and the shields being put back up, so the Weeds would conceivably still be hanging around HQ during the time I'd planned for two to show up.
I suppose the Doctor would be separated briefly from the other group (he's running around with Morgan, my Agents, and Travis), but if not, Dawn can use my Agents and Travis.
Oh yes Crowley has to. It has to happen.
(To use your agents, that is).
(I can't remember who Travis is aaaaahh)
It's happening. It's most definitely happening. And I'm not even copping out and using a different Crowley, because the mental image of SPN Crowley facing off with Slorp is too amazing and hilarious.
...I just reread some of my notes for this story...and all I can say is, be afraid. Be very afraid.
Or just wait for fun things to happen :) Whatever you like.
~DF
He didn't show up for very many scenes, so it's not that bad that you forgot his name.
Oh, I thought you were talking about Good Omens Crowley. I've never seen Supernatural, and just thought that a snarky, well-dressed demon facing down a hulking meat aberration would be great. Unless Supernatural Crowley is also a snarky, well-dressed demon?
Well...I suppose Good Omens Crowley could also face down Slorp, but, well...I mean, their reactions would be different...hm. I guess we'll see.
And yes, SPN Crowley is most definitely a snarky, well-dressed demon. He doesn't wear sunglasses or have snake-eyes, though. I believe this is the first time we meet him. It's a bit long, but worth it. Also, if I remember correctly, he was inspired by A. J. Crowley? Or possibly just named in tribute? No idea. Either way, he's pretty great, even if he does end up being a bit less likable than he starts out.
Oh, and there's an absolutely amazing painting of him with A. J. Crowley's eyes on deviantART.
As for Travis...got it. I'll take another look at the interlude anyway, but you've given me a place to start...
~DF
And Canton Everett Delaware.
Oh my god if the Doctor ran into Supernatural Crowley there'd be so much confusion ("Canton! What are you doing here?").
...(unless he's from Firefly), but you've just convinced me to have the Doctor and SPN Crowley meet. Congratulations. :)
~DF
And then I found it here! This makes it more convenient, at any rate.
Wait, Castiel has meta-knowledge, too? Is he going to be reading the Slorp interlude while everyone else is running around HQ, so that he knows exactly when the lights are going to go back on? And perhaps more importantly, is he going to end up playing Cluedo with the Doctor and Omicron?
That would be the best board game ever played.
So, a symptom of plot hole imminence is inability to stop posting to the Board? Any of us could be next!
...especially as the version he's reverted to likes board games, but I actually have no idea how to play Cluedo, and never have played. Maybe I can learn from the PPC Wiki entry? We'll see. If not, someone else can write it.
As for meta-knowledge, no, technically Cas doesn't have it. At least, he doesn't--or shouldn't--have access to the Slorp interlude; he just knows what DawnFire told him...and we don't actually know what she told him...so who knows how much he knows? It all depends on whether or not she told him anything besides about the cats. We'll find out.
Indeed! Well, sort of. Whatever you want to write :) Actually, it would be hilarious for DawnFire to run into a fellow Boarder in HQ...any volunteers?
~DF
PS: Hurrah for convenience!
I've, er, retconned why I didn't include Supernatural characters and the Reader into the last two deleted scenes.
"Clara Oswald, current companion of the Eleventh Doctor, beat the long-running champion of PPC Cluedo Agent Omicron on 4 April 2013 HST. I played this fateful game of Cluedo with them (and the usual others, although the Reader apparently couldn’t make it; she was a bit busy with handling some of the other stray Canons that had appeared as a result of the Blackout) and found some time to talk to Clara afterwards."
Just a heads up.
That's always been my policy, at least. It's not retconning, it's introduction of previously unknown information!
It wouldn't be retconning if, for example, a being of unknown species was said after a while to be a member of a known species(as long as he/she matched the criteria for being part of that species; to give a Star Trek example, passing a Klingon off as a Xindi would be futile and ridiculous). It would be retconning if, say, some crucial detail about Slorp's creation was changed after the fact, or some such.
Then again, I've always had a stigma against the term "retcon", since most people that bring it out tend to mess with established parts of their own continuity, which always strikes me as lazy writing.
Writing that segment for the Multiverse Monitor isn't messing with your continuity, but it is adjusting for the stories of other writers during the same time, which is different because it doesn't damage existing events.
I'm going to stop now before I start to pontificate unintentionally. I don't want this turning into a rant about word choice.
That "she was a bit busy with handling some of the other stray Canons" line makes me want to ask DawnFire what the Reader is like so I can have her show up to send Sherlock and Watson home. It'd be a better idea than what I'd been thinking of before.
My current plan for the Reader's involvement in my interlude was just to have the Doctor run into her at some point. She wasn't really going to be involved in handling the Supernatural canons, as far as I remember, although I suppose she could be. If you want her to show up to send Sherlock and Watson home (which ones are they, by the way?) then go right ahead. Just let me know, and I'll track down and update the profile I gave Lily on her.
Also, Lily, thanks for the retcon/intro of new info, it should be useful.
Argh, so many posts to reply to...I feel so disorganized! Especially as this is nowhere near the top of the page anymore, and will most likely be on the next page by the time I eventually finish it...
On the plus side: the first chapter of the Avengers OFU is finished! Hurrah! Now we just have to edit it... (Yes, I know it took us at least two months. It was also 42 pages long before we took our notes out in the first wave of editing. Should be fun!)
(And yes, the first chapter is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Just a heads-up.)
~DF
Besides, I see you've got the modern Sherlock and Watson covered already with Part Three of your interlude.
Again, it would be a better idea than I had originally to have her bring them back to Baker Street. Especially since she's a time traveler and all. Sans TARDIS, but explaining a TARDIS to Victorian Watson might be a bad idea anyway.
I'll probably need a basic overview of what her personality and appearance are like, in addition to common articles of clothing in case I decide to have Sherlock do one of his Sherlock-scans on her.
Hooray, new OFU! I eagerly await its posting.
True. Wasn't really planned, but...it's happened.
Well, I'm quite happy to loan her to you for that. And technically, she does have a TARDIS, but...I'm not sure if she's found it yet or not, and I don't think she really uses it in the PPC anyway.
As to the Reader, I think she'll have just been working with Sherlock and John (BBC) to solve the lamppost mystery, so...should be interesting. You could have her deal with differences, and suchlike. Her attitude would probably be, sure, I've delivered one set of Holmes and Watson to Baker Street, might as well take another. Hi, canon characters!
(Time Lords. Er, Ladies. What can you do.)
I...can get you that. It may take me a bit of time, though, since I don't have time to do it right now and--ok, you know what, you should have it by tomorrow. No need to go into a long explanation. Just paste in 'classes' and 'tired' and 'link hunting' and you should have a fair idea.
New OFU! It's going to be fun XD Very fun, actually. And...we'll get there. Hopefully soon.
~DF
...at the Cluedo game like previously planned.
And that sounds like a good plan. Keeps everyone tied together. :'D
... will be included in the April edition of The Multiverse Monitor, apparently. Since I'm writing them and all.
(Wow... it feels weird to talk about TMM as a going concern again...)
hS
That should be useful. And helpful.
Seriously, I've never even played normal Cluedo. I don't really know anything more than what was in Lily's deleted scene, and, well, I know enough to shout, 'It was Colonel Mustard with the ketchup in the library!' or something like that.
Hm. This could be interesting...but mostly, what I'm seeing is Cas trying to play this with a group of people including Dean and Sam, and Dean just getting frustrated with the ridiculous names of things--"What, seriously? 'Agent Dafid'--"
"Davith," Dawn corrected.
"Right, that--'in the Fountain of Bleepka with the Sue Souffle'? Seriously?"
Yeah.
Long live TMM! ...I should probably finish reading the original versions, shouldn't I...
It sounds like fun. Actually, if it keeps going after this issue, I may volunteer to write something for it.
~DF
I feel like it'd be cool for Sherlock to get dropped in if there's an actual murder mystery going on. Perhaps someone unhinged is taking advantage of the Blackout to wreak havoc.
That practically gave me plot-xenomorphs! Scaly little creatures, breeding on a massive scale, finally bursting out of my chest to say "HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE A GREAT STORY IDEA?"
And then I say "Yes, I do, you said it N number of times before bursting out of my chest. I don't have Permission, though, so I can't do much about it, can I?"
Then they say "OH, WELL. TOUGH LUCK, THEN." and walk off, leaving me with a hollow feeling in my insides where a good story could have gone, but now there's just a big crater where the larva of a powerful type of fiction fauna tunneled through my innards.
In retrospect, that metaphor might have gotten away from me. Maybe a bit.
In which your Agents help Sherlock solve the mystery of the Blackout Killer.
dun dun DUNNNNN.
Is that allowed?
There was something I'd been planning on making a Permission piece, set just after the Blackout and using a few concepts I'd come up with when the Blackout first started and a character Lilac Lielac gave me the go-ahead to adopt from her, but I'd like it to be part of PPC canon, because I had been planning to write a sequel later and sequels are sort of pointless when the original is non-canon.
But, I don't know whether I have the ability to canonize my own Permission piece. From some brief scanning of a few other Permission pieces in the past, those were canonized when they served as an extension to the Agents' backstories, and the story I was thinking of for mine would center around two agents I was only going to use sparingly after that point, and would involve me inventing a new Division for the DMFF to deal with Blackout cleanup. I think that's a little much. I mean, at least it's not a new Flower or anything, but inventing a new Division seems like something I should wait a while before doing.
Determining my Permission piece is harder than I thought it would be.
But after my Permission, I would love to write the Sherlock story. I don't care if it's a month from now, when it makes no sense out of context because everyone's already published their accounts of the Blackout; I would need to reread my Complete Edition of the Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes stories enough times to make certain that I get him perfectly in-character. After Lily Winterwood's incredibly in-character and fun-to-read Eleventh Doctor, I can do no less.
If you want to write a certain Permission piece, I would say (keep in mind I have no say in Permission-giving) write it. It doesn't need to be canon or not. You could just write it, and see what people think. Should it be enjoyable, someone may motion to make it fully canon, and if that's not the case, well, at least you it!
As for creating a new Department, that is a big step. Why don't you ask people what they think? I know I'll be asking plenty of questions before my Permission ever goes up. If the idea is met with doubt, put it off.
And write the Sherlock story. You should. *nods*
That would be waaayyy too much. Especially for my first PPC story, and especially since the other Departments seem to have most of the bases covered anyway. It would be a Division of the DMFF, a sort of Security Sector for cleaning up all of the leftover Blackout refugees and any of the varied creatures that have dropped into HQ over the years.
I'll probably still write that, but since I've been getting loads of excellent ideas for the Sherlock story, and I've managed to work in a scene that involves the ypur stampede and makes my agents meet each other for the first time, I'm probably going to go with the Sherlock story for my Permission piece. It'll be a while before I post it, though. I want to make sure I don't mess it up.
Plus, Doctor Watson rides a ypur during that scene I mentioned, so I'm pretty psyched to write it.
... I don't think there would be too much hassle over making a new division even when you're just starting out. It's been a dead department for so long, and since I got told off when I tried to bump off the Waterlily Commander, I can only assume people wish it wasn't.
That said, doing it as a Permission piece might be a bit too far.
hS
I've got a few ideas about a completely different dead department that might be a major player in the story (their presence in the current draft was actually inspired by your Behind the Times story), but the plot would by no means be dependent on it showing up, and I could edit someone different into doing what it would have done if I needed to or if people thought featuring it was a dumb idea.
Could I email you if I have questions about this sort of thing? You seem to be Semi-Official PPC Loremaster, after all.
I've been fulfilling that role since before we had a Wiki. Nice to see it still comes across...
Anyway, no problems with you emailing me. I can't promise I'll always have an answer, but...
hS
Doooooo iiiiiiiiit. Your Permission piece will be aaaaaawesome.
If Sherlock Holmes finds his way in we'll have SuperWhoLock!
I agree with hS that some parts were slightly confusing, especially with the author avatar confusion, but it was overall extremely enjoyable. Will they try to get rid of Slorp before the Doctor does? The monster did rampage through various bits of HQ, after all.
...that was unintentional, but would be awesome. Not sure if I'll write the Lock part of that or let someone else do it, though.
Hm...would you mind telling me which parts ended up being confusing so I can fix them in the eventual clean version? That would be helpful. As to why...well, see my reply to hS.
I...haven't actually thought about that yet. The entire plot of losing Cas was unexpected, as was him reverting to his pre-Purgatory crazy state. As such, I have no idea, but will start figuring it out now. I suppose they could run into Slorp...DawnFire wouldn't be happy about that at all, but Dean would probably insist on finding it to make sure it didn't eat Cas. However, I'm not really sure what they could use to try getting rid of it. I'll think about it. I'll try to resist having Cas vaporize it, though, since that would cause a paradox.
Hm, I wonder...is there space for them to run into the Doctor, even just briefly? Not sure when or what would happen, but it could be interesting...and, after all, if we're going to do SuperWhoLock we may as well have characters from all three shows actually meet...
~DF
But then usually Lock refers to BBC Sherlock, and we appear to be having ACD Sherlock - unless both show up, for deduct-off of facepalm-inducing proportions.
No, it was just the bit about you writing an author avatar writing an author avatar, which was slightly jarring but is starting to grow on me. Heh.
And as Outhra pointed out above, there's a chance that they could encounter the Doctor after he sends out messages to the other time-space anomalies within the PPC (Sergio and Nikki, Eleanor and Christelle, etc.)
...that would be the most amazing thing in the history of ever.
I can probably write BBC Sherlock convincingly--it's ACD Sherlock that I don't think I know well enough.
"Deduct-off of facepalm-inducing proportions". I want to see that. That would be awesome.
Ooh, got it. I'm glad it's growing on you, since it's not a one-time thing at all. On the other hand, I do intend to explore it as realistically as possible...it's just that we've jumped in in the middle of the story here. Hm, maybe we'll get some backstory...? Not sure yet. 'Twill be what it will be. (...wait, did I just quote the Torah...? Um...that was unintentional...weird. Normally I only do that in Hebrew.)
True, true. On the other hand, as I pointed out above (or possibly in a different post, not sure anymore) I think I need to reread your interlude, because I don't remember the details anymore and in-fic!DawnFire's supposed to have read it recently enough to remember. Hm.
~DF
Now I'm getting images of Conan Doyle-era Sherlock Holmes getting dropped in. The Supernatural canons would meet up with him and Watson, and the TCDA refugees would have to translate his old-timey Victorian speech for the benefit of the rest of the group, and together, they fight... something. Maybe Slorp still. Or nasties warped in from another universe altogether! Or Sebastian Moran! Or two to three of the aforementioned!
Now I'm getting mental images of Sebastian Moran riding on Rumbleroar's back. This should definitely be something that happens.
I suppose I'd better brush up on my CD-era Sherlock, then. I'm still working on that; not sure I can write...it...properly...
Oh. Oh. I have an idea. And it's not quite what you're talking about--in fact, it's rather different, and you're welcome to write CD-era Holmes yourself--but it may be brilliant. Or insane. Or both.
I suppose we'll find out.
~DF
She could find the entire group and make things even more complicated, considering Victorian Sherlock is fictional in the Whoniverse.
Agent Mmrrowl says... well, actually he says 'Pprt?', but I think he means 'Hey, why wasn't I... actually, I think I'm quite happy not to have been there'.
I enjoyed this... although I was very confused in places, and the fast pace didn't let that go away. And, oh yeah: former-Agent Lou has something to say.
{Hi. Didn't we talk before? Anyway - that got pretty meta, didn't it? Your avatar-agent ends up talking to your avatar-avatar... but then, avatar-DawnFire has a tribble, which isn't normal in the Real World, which means... DawnFire, have you been triple nesting your avatars?
You know what this means, of course. It's:
TIME FOR AV
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Hope you brought your totem... ~Lou}
Also also wik - the most hilarious thing to me is that the original blackout - the Board turning black for a day - was just a spur-of-the-moment April Fool's joke on my part. Given how much has come out of it, I clearly need to spur moments more often...
hS
Huh, so Agent Mmrrowl is real. Interesting. Also, does this mean I could recruit a Warriors cat to be a PPC agent? Because there's this one really, really strange fic with a non-canon cat who isn't exactly a Sue but...is kind of not a canon character, and I was wondering if she could be recruited, since all the members of Fireclan (pleasetellmeI'vegottherightname) are named in a list at the beginning of the books and she's not on it.
Anyway...
Apologies (or not) to Agent Mmrrowl, but I don't think he'd have taken kindly to Castiel summoning him from his RC/a mission if I'd known about him. Maybe they could run into him in the hall, though? He could be providing a bit of crowd control for the many, many cats...
To be honest, it's confusing and fast-paced because I didn't realize it was going to get that long and then it got difficult to proofread because of the html, so I just made sure there wasn't anything too bad and posted it. On the other hand, the characters are also confused, so the next part should have some explanations. And when I post the full version on lj, I can go back and flesh it out a little...Which places were you confused in, though?
Hi, former-Agent Lou! Can I just call you 'Lou', since this is the second time we're speaking and 'former-Agent' is rather annoying to type? Anyway, yeah, it gets pretty meta. I like meta. And while I have yet to watch Inception, I do know the general idea and can follow what you're talking about, so that's alright.
As to, um, triple nesting my avatars...well, yes, that happened. That happened when I realized that, essentially, I'm writing DawnFire, who writes Dawn, who...doesn't actually write anyone, to my knowledge, although that would be interesting to explore. At any rate, in-fic!DawnFire has become a little separate from me, mostly because she literally lives (at least part-time) in a Room at the Board. I forget where that started...no, wait, it was probably around the point where the Mary-Sues in the basement got out and I joined the RP about it. That's when DawnFire gained a room. As for the tribble--welcome gift from Hermione. Very fun.
Yes, hS. Spur many moments. :)
But spur them gently, lest they turn on you and cause you suffering.
~DF
Don't worry though, it's not your fault. You just confused the leader's name with the Clan name. Besides, apparently FireClan in a thing in the Warriors fandom, so there you go.
In my defense, it's been at least two or three years since I stopped reading the books. And, well, Firestar, like you said. At least I still remember the format...
FireClan is a thing in the Warriors fandom? Elaborate, please?
Also, if you're at all curious--the fic I was talking about is a crossover with James Bond. A terrible crossover with James Bond. A crossover that makes no sense. Because apparently Q invents something, and that's ridiculously shocking, because apparently he never invents anything ever. And, well, that's only scraping the surface.
I'm honestly just waiting for it to be updated, because it's a trainwreck, yes, but nowhere near as bad (and far more amusing) than that Star Trek songfic. (Ah, the songfic. Some day, it shall be slain in a PPC mission. And then all of you who weren't masochistic enough to check out the link will know the horror that is "rare musical moments on the USS Enterprise". And Hermione [if she still joins me] and I will laugh at everyone who says they didn't realize how horrible it was, and then we will cry and consume huge amounts of Bleeproducts.)
(...I may be overthinking this. It's horrible, though. And there are 67 chapters so far, with a projected 100.)
Anyway! Thanks for the correction, I appreciate it :) And sorry about the mini-rant.
~DawnFire
PS: Actually, one more thing. You see my screenname? That came from Dawnfire, which was a name used by my friend in a game we were playing that was based on the Warriors series. I was Brightshadow (the name I eventually used on Deleterius) and she was Dawnfire. I think Dawnfire was in ShadowClan, actually...can't remember where Brightshadow was, though. Anyway, that's the history of the sn DawnFire: I was very much a Warriors fan when I was younger. Actually, I still think the books are good; I just haven't read them in a while, and so I've forgotten details.
...I could have just said that as 'I'm no longer active in the fandom', couldn't I.
And now, in the interest of actually heading towards bed, seeing as it's 2:20 am, I shall say good night. ~DF
There are the same six or seven fan-Clan names that keep popping up over and over. SwampClan, FireClan, IceClan, CityClan, and more I don't remember and don't really want to look up.
No, James Bond's Q invents lots of things. Mostly he just modifies things so that they blow up or double as a homing device, but he invents things every once in a while. Star Trek's Q doesn't invent things, because why bother when you can just teleport in a completed version of any device without the middleman necessity and patenting steps? And maybe there's a third franchise with a character named Q, but I don't know what it would be if there is.
But a James Bond/Warriors crossover... yeah, it should die. If they turn James Bond into a cat, or turn Firestar or Blackstar into a human, it should die twice. Kill it, claim it's been let off, then kill it again while it's distracted and say that it was never actually let off, you lied to it about that, and it in fact makes you sick.
Wait, that doesn't make any sense. Oh, well. Neither does turning James Bond into a cat.
Although, technically, he's referred to as 007 for most of the fic...which makes it worse when a mini named 00 pops up for most of a chapter. But, as I was saying, it's not just Bond: it's Q as well. And Firestar (Blackstar isn't in it yet) doesn't turn into a human--he's just ridiculously OOC. Sandstorm's there, though.
And it's going down. Oh, it is going down. If I remember correctly, it's slated to be the first mission with Agen____t in it...no, I stand (sit) corrected: it's the second. Still, should be fun; it's a really bad fic.
Speaking of badfics, I should really finish that mission. I'm having a lot of fun with all my little side-projects, though, so who knows when it'll happen...
As to Q, well, according to the fic, he's a 'Qurter master', or something like that, and it's unusual for him to invent things. Now, we both know that that's not true in Bond canon, but...this author apparently doesn't. And Star Trek's Q has just managed to remind me of the Trickster from SPN. Wonder...ful...wait...got to tell Karen that idea.
Ok, done.
XD Well, unless MistyFoot becomes a Sue, I can't technically kill it...but the agents can certainly have a lot of fun with the exorcism.
Actually, that method sounds great for a Time Lady!Sue. Now to find one...
Turning Bond into a cat is idiotic. The fact that he doesn't actually react much to it is just stupid and ridiculous.
~DF
But what would they be? Mini-Blofelds? Mini-Goldeneyes? A mini-Jaws could be fun, what with its sharp metal teeth and tendency to switch between "good guy" and "bad guy" mode, which would be "well-behaved" and "chomps on the furniture" for a mini. Heh. Now I have a mental image of Jaws eating chunks of a gigantic couch.
But... a quartermaster is in charge of the maps and navigation on a seagoing vessel. Q doesn't do that at all! He's the "here, Bond, this seemingly ordinary pen now shoots a high-powered laser and doubles as a magnetic tracking device" guy! How could someone even do that to a core component of the MI6 setting, and then turn him into a cat? I'm pretty sure that Q is replaced, and I've not even seen the original badfic yet.
Oh, great, now I'm weighing in my head which cats would be most likely to be the badfic's Bond Girls. Please tell me Squirrelpelt and Hollyleaf aren't involved. I like this computer monitor, and I really don't want to thrust-kick it in rage.
Lots of creative, unhinged individuals suddenly notice a potential plot point, and stories are going to follow. Honestly, I'm surprised more people haven't posted Blackout interludes yet. The first ones were fun.
Was Agent Mmrrowl the cat-man from the Reorganisation story who attacked the Medical Department? I can't recall any other cat-Agents that you wrote, so I'm not sure who you were referencing there.
Actually, I don't think The Cat in Reorg has a name... Agent Mmrrowl is name-dropped in Crashing Down (around chapter 17, 18 I think), and is referenced as being a black cat - but not a Black Cat. In my head he's just an ordinary housecat who happens to be intelligent enough to be a PPC Agent (and dumb enough to let people know that, I guess).
hS