Subject: ((It doesn't even need to be that convoluted.))
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Posted on: 2014-02-06 02:13:00 UTC
Stuff happening in-universe that isn't seen/doesn't happen at that exact time out of universe isn't some new or super weird thing, nor is setting a story before the time you're writing it. Herr could just retcon the relationship a bit and voila, you're really overthinking this. :P
So hey, it's officially February on Board time, and it will officially be February on my time by the time I get done writing this post, so I can finally publish this! Oh, and I redid my website, too! I've been slaving over it for the better part of a month, so please let me know what you think, especially if you spot anything that looks off or doesn't work.
Without further ado, I give you "Nume: Ten Years Thence," in which Area 51 is real. Or, more to the point, in which it is Nume's tenth anniversary as an agent and he's getting a party whether he likes it or not. And this is where the interactive bit comes in: if you want, and if your characters were around in 2013 (when this actually takes place), have them show up!
What I mean by that is, in your reply post, write a few lines in-character about them being there, maybe saying a few words to Nume (or Ilraen or Jenni if they prefer), maybe even giving a gift of some sort. I understand watches are traditional, but I'm kind of expecting... let's call it creativity from PPCers. *eg* They could be there because they got Jenni's mass e-mail (see story), or they could happen to be in the Cafeteria when the party happens, or they could hear the commotion from outside and come see what it's about. Up to you!
I'll write an in-character response if I think it would be entertaining, and feel free to reply to each other and RP. Please do not write my characters; it bugs me. Permission is not strictly needed, but I dunno how many people who don't yet have Permission are thinking of agents who would've been around last year, so... *shrug* {= /
If this goes over well, I'll put everything up as a bonus section to the story once all is said and done. (I reserve the right to edit for sense-making and leave out anything I don't like.) I'm going to be away for several days starting Wednesday afternoon, though, so if you want to interact, please reply sooner rather than later. Thanks! {= D
~Neshomeh
Most were humans of various departments, ages, sexes and genders, others were all number of alien creatures, and one was a vending machine. It, surprisingly, only used the word "meatbag" once when congratulating Nume.
One particular standout was a dark-skinned Sicilian man who looked to be somewhere near his early thirties, in a plush, comfortable-looking but formal suit, certainly not usual attire for a PPC agent at all, let alone one trying to relax. Basilico Andretti was grudgingly willing to admit that that might have been due to a lack of practise; if Nasira - and just where had she gone? - hadn't dragged him over here, the mass-email that came to his office's console might have gone read but ignored. It wouldn't have been out of dislike for anybody involved in this situation; it's hard to dislike people when you frankly have barely any idea who they are beyond what's in their files. No, it was more that few people really understood just how much paperwork went into keeping the DIA's Patrol Division running and effectively policing such a cheerfully anarchic community.
But here he was all the same, the weight of his gifts under one arm, his free hand covering one ear thanks to the sudden commotion from somebody's player piano. It sounded like it needed to be tuned up... with a sledgehammer. Eventually he made his way through the throng and to Nume's table, politely waiting until he wasn't engaged with anyone else before moving ahead.
"A decade's service is no small thing, Agent Supernumerary," he said, slowing down so the name wouldn't send his tongue tripping and rolling down a hill. "Please accept my congratulations, and these gifts."
After speaking, he gently placed his offerings on the table, a leather-bound hardcover book with no visible title atop a rosewood writing box with fluid brass inlay that ran over the wood in floral patterns. Gifts received, he gave Jenni and Ilraen a small nod as well.
"Nurse Robinson and Agent Ilraen-Aroline-Fothergill, I presume? I hope you're both well today."
Where there is Convenient Cake, there will also be Convenient Moochers. Agent Diocletian might have forcibly divorced herself from her Sue days--mainly by avoiding singing, shapewear, using the word 'pathetic' or allowing herself to be described as anything much beyond "oh, that one"--but she hadn't quite been able to conquer her need for sugar. The minute the cake appeared, she noticed it.
Then she noticed what was being celebrated, and it killed her mood somewhat. "Ai Elbereth," she muttered to Agent Suicide, who was sitting beside her eating a cheesy goat burrito. "Ten years. And he's from the Real World, too. I've never even seen the Real World."
"It's not all it's cracked up to be," Suicide said with his mouth full. "Colder and grayer. And there's no Universal Laws there, unless you count gravity."
"No wonder he's so twitchy, then." This from Diocletian, who looked like--"Hey! What did I say?"--nothing in particular, and certainly nothing beautiful or notable. Although there was a hint of chipmunk in her features. "Better. Anyway, he doesn't look too happy about it. That looks like good cake, but . . . maybe we should leave him alone."
"Nah. Got to give him his present, don't we?"
She shot a glance at Suicide. "You knew this was happening?"
"Jenni told me."
"Of course."
"And she sent a mass e-mail. What, you don't check your messages?"
"Not recently. Anyway, I thought you hated e-mail. How would you know about the message she sent?"
"I do hate e-mail, but I still check it. I kinda like watching Nigerian princes beg for my help." He finished his burrito and stood, pulling a little fabric-wrapped bundle out of his pocket. "C'mon, let's go say hi."
"Wait a second." Dio put a hand on his arm, less friendly and more restraining. "What did you get him?"
Suicide never blinked. "Ethnic spices."
"Ethnic spices."
"Yep."
"It's hemp, isn't it."
"May have a certain hemp-like quality, yeah."
With a sigh, she stood and followed Suicide over to where Nume was sitting. Scythians of his time had considered smoking hemp a religious duty--a way of communing with the dead, especially at royal funerals. She wasn't sure how Nume would react to that kind of present, though, considering that he a) wasn't Scythian, b) didn't like Suicide and c) seemed to be in some kind of personal hell. With cake.
"Happy anniversary," Su said cheerfully as he put down the packet on the table. "May your enemies fall before you, their fields be sown with salt and their women lament for your mercy."
Was the very mature complaint Nume made to Jenni when he saw Suicide on his way over.
Jenni gave him a flat look. "Like I'm going to throw a party with all of Headquarters but snub the man I'm sleeping with."
"Don't remind me!"
"Get over it! Just be polite and don't start anything, and it'll be over before you know it."
Nume gave a long-suffering sigh, but composed himself and managed not to snap anything sarcastic at the whole "lamenting women" thing. Instead, he grunted something that might have been a thank-you and unwrapped the cloth around the small bundle. Then he blinked, lifted it to his nose, and gave Suicide an interrogative—but surprisingly not hostile—look.
<What is it?> Ilraen asked.
"Not for you, if it's what I think it is," said Nume.
"Knowing Su? Definitely," Jenni chimed in. "Be careful. I don't think we have any reliable studies about interactions with Bleepstuff." She wasn't disapproving—more curious to see where this was going to go.
"Right. Let's just...." He wrapped the slightly dubious herb back in its cloth and slid it into his pocket. "Out of reach from small hands."
Jenni looked around at the dearth of children in the Cafeteria and raised her eyebrows.
<But what is it?> Ilraen asked, a slight hint of annoyance creeping into his mindvoice.
"I'll tell you when you're older," said Nume.
This did not help.
(( This took longer than I wanted. My cat decided to have a puking spell while I was writing it. Sorry. >.
~Neshomeh
. . . by Nume's initial reaction. To be fair, the last significant length of time spent in each others' company had involved violence, vague sexual harassment, head injuries and the second-highest level of collective trauma in his own experience, so there was understandably some tension there. He seemed pleased that Nume hadn't rejected the 'ethnic spices' out of hand, and Diocletian let herself relax a little.
"Congratulations," she told Nume. "I didn't hear about this until thirty seconds ago, so I'm afraid I didn't get you anything . . . though the good news there is that I also didn't get you anything oversized or, uh, possibly contraband."
"It's not contraband if they don't know about it," Suicide said calmly. "Have a little faith, will you?"
"Okay, so, um... Cindy, can you tell us exactly what it is we're doing here?"
Cindy shot a glance at Anneli as the two of them walked in. "Well, since it's Supernumerary's tenth anniversary, I just thought... well, you know."
Anneli grunted again, and then wiped her forehead. "So that's why you had us shove a player piano all the way here from... from... that weirdo's house in Paris?"
"Hey, it was the most authentic thing I could think of for the occasion," said Cindy. "Ever since Xanthus told me about it, I figured it'd make a good gift somehow."
"I totally don't think this is gonna work, but whatever," she said. "Besides, I think we both know you just wanna see your boyfriend again."
Cindy blushed furiously as Anneli said this. "Ilraen is not my boyfriend!" she replied snappily.
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," Anneli replied, clearly unconvinced. She then looked past the player piano, and suddenly composed herself. "Oh hey, I think it's him!"
Cindy immediately jumped up, glancing at where the andalite was in the room before bowing in front of Nume. "Um... hi," she said. "You probably don't know me, but I've met your partner Ilraen a couple of times. And... well, here I am, presenting you with a gift of a player piano."
Anneli sighed. "Like, we had to travel to early 20th Century France for this one," she said. She then glanced down at Cindy. "Don't ask her how she even heard of that Ballet Mécanique or whatever."
Cindy then nodded, starting the contraption on the player piano.
Three seconds later, complete chaos began to ring out from the strings of the player piano.
(( BTW, if you want a sense of Cindy's gift... well, just listen to the first minute of this video, and imagine it without any of the percussion: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_4fqNL1aAM Yeah, George Antheil can be a bit crazy like that. ))
(( Since this takes place before the Canon Library thing and Halloween. It hadn't occurred to me this would happen if your guys showed up. Oops. >.
As the player piano rolled up to the table, two of the three people holding court at it felt their jaws drop. The third didn't actually have a jaw as such, so he could only boggle.
"What," said Nume. Then he repeated it, just in case it hadn't been clear the first time. "What."
<Hello, Cindy!> Ilraen said, ignoring him. <What a marvelous gift! And you went to such trouble to get it, too.>
Jenni swooned slightly at the disturbance currently happening to her timeline, but recovered without a fuss. She glanced between the two sets of agents and casually slid out of the foreground. "So not getting in the middle of this one...."
At the discordant cacophony that rang out from the player piano, all three cringed slightly. (On the other side of the room, though, Agent Derik, harper of Pern and Phantom of the Opera clone, looked up from his plate of cake and grinned. "What a fantastic noise! I must see what makes this sound." He got up and left. His partner, Gall, shrugged and stole the rest of his cake.)
"You really shouldn't have," Nume was saying, looking over his glasses at the DMS agents. "No, really. You shouldn't have. It's a piano. I don't know what kind of luxury resort you lot live in, but I do not have room in my response center for a piano!"
<Nume!> Ilraen said sharply. <You could at least appreciate the time and effort they put into honoring your achievement.>
"No, I couldn't! I didn't ask for this! What am I even hearing, anyway?" He grimaced at the thing. "Is it broken?"
<I—uh....> He didn't have an answer for that. He wasn't the most musically educated, and it didn't make sense to his ear, either.
At that point, Agent Derik arrived and, without waiting for an invitation, began inspecting the player piano. "I see! A piano!" he said, more or less to himself. "I've only read about these! And this one, it plays itself? What mechanism... or what magic?" When you worked in the PPC, you had to accept that magic existed.
Nume and Ilraen just stared. They knew who he was, since Jenni had recruited him during one of their missions, but that was about the extent of their relationship.
(( And stopping there, because this post is long already. ^_^; That piece is awesome—I listened to it twice to sort out the piano part from the rest. It must just make no sense by itself, but I figure a guy based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom would be just the guy to appreciate it. ))
~Neshomeh
((Well, if you want, you can edit out all the boyfriend lines. Though... Ah... Dammit. Shoot. Eh... We can sort that out later, I guess.))
"Yes indeed," Cindy said. "Xanthus thought it would be fun if we got you a player piano with a particular piano roll. Which is what your hearing..." She rubbed her chin.
Anneli looked on. "You know, maybe we should've gotten all those percussion things too," she said. "I mean, I totally don't know how well a siren would work in an RC, but I swear this song made more sense than this."
Cindy shrugged, noticing that Agent Derik had begin inspecting the player piano. "Oh well," said Cindy, looking at the piano. "Happy anniversary, Nume!"
((If Derik is already enthralled by the mere presence of a player piano, I do wonder what kind of stuff he'd get into if one were to introduce him to Conlon Nancarrow's player piano studies. Those are crazy, and they'd probably be right up his alley.
Oh, and fun tidbit about the Ballet Mécanique: it actually caused a scandal when it first premiered. Pieces that cause scandals during the premiere are fun, and unfortunately it almost never happens anymore.))
Some events can be just reattributed to different dates. PPC time is fluid at its default, since Agents can be "constantly busy with work" yet only produce a new mission every six months or more, for metafictional reasons. Plus, we've seen people attribute missions and events to times that they didn't really occur in out-of-universe, like when Lily Winterwood wrote a pre-Blackout mission in May, and Sergio Turbo's Blank Sprite is occurring in 2012 but is being written in 2014. Compared to that, this is small potatoes.
Maybe the Canon Library events happened in late January 2013, and the celebration here in February is just coming off of the tails of that. Let me check the wiki for a second... oh, good, Ilraen has a posted timeline. That makes this easy. Now I just need to compress it.
Proposed alteration to keep things consistent and possibly ensure maximum Cindy-Ilraen awkwardness:
June 2012: Ilraen and Cinderella first meet.
July to November 2012: Trollfic duty for RC 2183.
January 2013: Cinderella meets Ilraen again. Cinderella is transferred to Hunger Games Division.
February 2013: Anniversary celebration.
March 2013 to Metafictional "now": Hunger Games Division duty for RC 2183. Plenty of time to set several missions in and have a few more encounters with Ilraen.
October 2013: Blood Raining Night duty for RC 999.
Metafictional "now": Ilraen and Cinderella make out Neshomeh posts the Anniversary celebration on the Board.
It seems like a logical enough progression, so long as there aren't any other changes in the retroactive meantime. What do you think?
Stuff happening in-universe that isn't seen/doesn't happen at that exact time out of universe isn't some new or super weird thing, nor is setting a story before the time you're writing it. Herr could just retcon the relationship a bit and voila, you're really overthinking this. :P
Plus, this is a bit of an actual issue. At the end of the story where Cindy meets Ilraen a second time, and is teased by her partners for being Ilraen's "girlfriend", the trio is transferred to a new Department temporarily. If we leave the anniversary party and timelines as they are, they would be transferred there, be immediately transferred back to perform their trollfic duties that they'd been punished with right before Cindy first met Ilraen, then go to the anniversary party, after which they would presumably be transferred back to do their DMS work that they never got around to doing because they'd been killing trollfics. It's possible, since all three meetings are in sequence, as are the missions, but quite unlikely, since there wouldn't be any reason for a transfer if the Agents transferred were sent right back where they were before they got any missions done.
-ng. The rest of the stuff you brought up, though, is on the level of claiming that the agents never eat or go to the bathroom because we leave it assumed those things are taken care of when there's the opportunity instead of detailing it every time. :P))
"Wow. Okay. So this can be a learning experience. 'Never send Doc to get any kind of present ever.' Lesson learned."
"I don't even know the man, Vania. You asked me to go get a present for some guy named 'Supernumerary'. I thought a high-end graphing calculator sounded like it would be appreciated."
Vania huffed and put her forehead into one hand. "Generic presents for people you don't know would generally be candy, Bleepstuff, maybe a card. Not a calculator."
Doc looked away. "Sorry I don't know your social people customs."
"Well, we're almost to Nume. And since you're the one who picked out the present, you can be the one to embarrass yourself." Vania shoved Doc forward towards Supernumerary.
Doc's eyes widened, and he clutched the present to his chest. "Um. Hi. Hi! Well, we . . . I . . . we got you a . . . something." He stiffly thrust the bow-bedecked calculator out to Nume.
Nume took the calculator with a raised eyebrow. What was he, an accountant?
Fortunately, Ilraen spoke up first. <That is a fine-looking piece of equipment.> He leaned down for a closer look.
Nume handed the thing over before his personal space got any more compromised. "Yeah, uh... that sure is a calculator," he added. It probably wouldn't be for long, though. He suspected his partner was already taking it apart in his head.
Seeing the situation rapidly deteriorating, Jenni came to Doc's rescue. "Thank you so much for coming!" she said, spreading her hands in a welcoming gesture. "Have you had any cake yet? It's just over here, please have some...."
"Geek," Nume muttered accusingly to his partner.
<Nerd,> Ilraen happily shot back.
"Hrm."
"Ah. Yes. Cake. Will do cake."
Vania grabbed Doc by the shoulders and began to steer him away from the other agents. "Come on, Doc. Maybe you'll be less awkward over in this part of the room."
(Forgot about how Ilraen reacts to tech. Also, I meant to say before, congrats on having such a long-running PPC career!)
A young Asian-looking woman with a pixie cut and lightning bolt tattoos on her midriff cut her way through the crowd on her way up to Nume. Somewhere between the door to the Cafeteria and the center table she'd acquired a rather festive party hat.
"Sup, old timer?" she said with a nod. "Name's Gremlin. We haven't met, but apparently you know my partner Xericka from somewhere. Or she knows you, anyway. She wanted me to give you this."
She handed over a rather sizable bottle of what appeared to be Bleeprum. There was a simple black ribbon tied in a bow around the bottle's neck.
"Happy anniversary, dude." Gremlin gave Jenni a nod. "Lookin' fine as always, Robinson. See you when you next swing by the Nursery." She then ducked back into the rambling masses with a final cry of "Somebody point me in the direction of something to drink!"
~~~~~
James Pittman gave a awed whistle as he took in the Cafeteria crowd from the relative safety of the door. "This Supernumerary fella must be something to get a reception like this," he said.
"Ten years of solid service," Laura Dukes replied. "I'd say that qualifies as being something."
"And how do you know him again?"
"Reputation only. What, you haven't heard anything about him?"
James gave his partner an appraising look. "I'm still new round here, darlin', in case you forgot," he said. "Haven't yet gotten to know enough folks well enough to start swappin' gossip."
"Well, here's your chance. Go! Mingle! I'm gonna go grab a slice of cake before they all vanish." Laura paused. "And if you see any aliens, don't stare. Or shoot them."
"I'm not that new, Lar. I know the general sort of weirdness that goes on 'round here."
"Just making sure," Laura said before pushing her way towards the cake.
((OOC: How does Xericka know Nume? Well, they technically did have very brief cameos in this story. Who's to say they didn't meet then? Either that, or at a bar somewhere. And Gremlin knows Jenni the same way Xericka did in the Halloween RP: they met at the Nursery.))
"Now, this I can use. It's about time someone gave me alcohol. Or pseudo-alcohol; can't have the real thing anymore." He gave Gremlin a nod of approval. "Actually, we have met," he added. "2011, Mary Sue invasion of the Hetalia fanfiction university. I'm not surprised you don't remember. I heard you Bad Slashers had it up to your eyeballs. That fandom." He shuddered. "Anyway, thank Xericka for me."
As Gremlin went on her way, Jenni grinned back. "You, too, babe. Take 'er easy!"
(( ... I dunno, Gremlin seems like the kind of person who gets called "babe" by casual acquaintances. *shrug*
And yes, Nume and Ilraen have actually met all your guys except Pittman. They were all involved in the IAHF Sue invasion, which I found out when I went over it while replying to Lily. They spent most of their time in different places, but there was a big war council sort of thing at one point, plus the awards ceremony where they were all made Knights Grand Cross of the Order of the Mochi.
I had no idea about that Halloween story. O.o Still, I can see Nume getting roped in to keep an eye on Ilraen or something, and Xericka would be the best choice of conversation partner for him. ))
~Neshomeh
"That's right, yeah! We did meet! Sorry I forgot, but... Hetalia..." She shuddered, just a little. "Yeah, that was a thing and a half. I'll give Xericka your regards. She wanted to come herself, but Aiden's sick right now. You know how it is."
((I completely forgot about the IAHF storyline. *faceplam of self-exasperation* Take note: that's why you should never try to write these things when you're tired. You look for possible connections and find remote ones while missing the big obvious things.
I can see Gremlin getting called 'babe' by certain close friends. Especially Jenni.))
((No, they can’t. But if Androia and Hieronymus had been around, they would have noticed that Supernumerary was “starting at a fixed point in the middle distance”, and they could have tried to tell him that it might be more comfortable to be “staring” at this point.))
((Congratulations to Nume, and my apologies for being such a spoilsport.))
HG
If there is nothing else behind it, then the point is that I was dragged into the PPC only recently and are still trying to figure out what to do when I am not commanded by the puppet master of my former live, so you may call it 'experimental behaviour'. But of course I cannot speak for Hieronymus. This man can be annoying sometimes.
Wait – who is Hieronymus? Did I meet him already? Apparently I should not be here myself. I may need to blame the Time Lords for this mess.
Excuse me now. I have to retreat to the Emerald Dream and wait until my master calls me back to duty.
Androia
((Sorry, I couldn’t resist to role-playing her; I need the practice. And may I hand this closing parenthesis back to you? You seem to have dropped it. :evilgrin: )))
HG
Ilraen continues to be rather adorable. And Nume's lies about his job are making me think about Men In Black.
Plothole cake sounds awesome, but probably tastes a little stale.
Everyone will always make up the words to songs that they don't know. Including the people who claim to know said songs but can't remember what word goes where...
Nah, they can't communicate with their families at all in Men in Black. This was inspired by an episode of The X-Files. Which admittedly does have Men in Black, if you count the Cigarette Smoking Man and the rest of that lot.
Convenient Cake tastes like whatever the eater likes best, so unless you like stale cake, I doubt it. It wouldn't be as convenient that way. {= ) (I haven't decided what it is for Nume yet, but I'm thinking maybe double chocolate.)
I always think of the Hogwarts school song when there's group singing at the PPC. Jenni is definitely taking her cues from Dumbledore, since she was a student there in one incarnation.
~Neshomeh
Arthur Briggs held the Cafeteria door open for his intern. It wasn't for reasons of good manners (though he tried to maintain them), it was because Lynn Gillies was carrying a much larger present than he was.
"Congratulations, Agent Supernumerary!" Briggs held out a carved wooden box. "Reaching ten years here is quite an accomplishment. I don't think you've met my current intern, Lynn Gillies. Gillies, this is Agent Supernumerary from DIC."
Gillies smiled, and placed a neatly-folded mass of fabric on the table. "It's good to meet you." She glanced down at the fabric. "I wasn't sure what the appropriate present for these events would be, I hope you like this. It's a tapestry I snagged out of a badfic, the designs are supposed to be Arabic."
OOC: If Nume opens the box, Briggs got him a phaser pistol.
... to clear enough space for the tapestry. Jenni and Ilraen wound up moving all the gifts to an adjacent table while Nume guided the little Excelsior back into its shoebox. It did its best to dodge the "obstacles," and he eventually corralled it in a triangle formed by the box, its lid, and his chest.
Finally, after setting it on the other table and adjusting his glasses, he nodded to the DMS agent. "Briggs. I try to ignore the recruits, so no, we haven't met." He gave the smiling young woman a skeptical once-over, then turned to examine the tapestry. "Still, the RC can always use livening up, within reason. I'll have to verify if this actually says anything sensible."
Next he turned to the box and opened it cautiously, just in case anything was going to fly out of this one, too. He stared for a moment at the phaser, wondering if people targeting his nostalgia like this was going to be a trend. "Is this the real deal?" he said aloud.
(( Also, is it the TOS-era gun-shaped version, or a TNG/VOY/DS9 "dustbuster" type? Apparently they're both called Type 2, according to Memory Alpha. ))
~Neshomeh
(OOC: Since it looks like I can now hold an internet connection for longer than five minutes .... And as mentioned in the other post, it's TOS-era.)
"It's real," Briggs said with a smile. "I haven't recertified in Trekverse since the reboot, and I thought this should go to someone who would appreciate it."
(I figure an experienced DMS agent would have gotten his hands on one at some point ;) .)
...revealing a short Chinese woman sporting a black bob cut and an enormous grin. She worked her way towards the DIC Agent and placed a shoebox in front of him.
"Agent Supernumerary, is it? A pleasure to meet you!" she chirped. "I'm Penny Chang, from Intelligence. I just wanted to say that it's really fantastic that you've managed to tough out ten years here! Now, I think that you'll appreciate this gift, it's handmade..."
Penny flipped the top of the shoebox with a thumb. A painted balsa wood model of an Excelsior-class starship silently rose from the container and started to hover around the table slightly above head height.
"A few friends of mine came together to make this. We know you really like Star Trek, so we thought you'd get a kick out of a model ship. It can avoid obstacles and curious minis on its own, so no need to keep it tied up or anything. If ever the floaty charm starts to fade on this, you can just take it down to RC 845 and ask for the resident wizard. He'll gladly re-work his spell on it for you."
She took a single step back from the table. "Well, I'll be seeing you, then. Don't work yourself too hard, 'cause we Spies love reading your mission reports. If you go mad or missing or something, we won't be getting any new ones! Cheers!" she said with a smile.
The crowd shifted again and the woman vanished from sight.
The little starship was such a good surprise that, just for a moment, a gleam of pure fanboyish excitement was able to shine through.
"Excelsior-class," he murmured as he followed the ship with his eyes. "Any particular ship, or...?" He rose halfway to his feet, reaching up to try and get a better look, before catching himself. He straightened up the rest of the way abruptly and pinned Penny with a steely look. "Well, you're certainly living up to your department's nickname, Penny Chang. I'll be watching for your name on my console from now on, so don't screw up."
Behind his back, Jenni gave the younger woman a wink and two thumbs up.
(( By the way—I feel a little guilty about blaming Intel for giving my guys bad information on "Blood Raining Night," since I know how it feels to me when people give FicPsych a hard time. In this case, I can easily imagine the spy on the job getting to the worst chapter and having their brain just go "NOPE," scribbling some stuff in the report, and giving up, and I don't hold it against whoever it might have been. I'd actually be interested in filling in that blank with a name, if you have any thoughts on who might've handled that assignment. I'm an advocate for Not-So-Nameless Background Characters. ... There should totally be a group for that, but with a better name. ))
~Neshomeh
((After reading the mission and having a quick look at the YouTube animated version, I can see why a DoI operative would NOPE so hard they'd scribble kill it with fire anything on the report and shove it to the Assignment crew. None of my agents currently handle the continua involved, so you're free to pick a name.
Heh. I'm with you on the "Not-So-Nameless" group of characters in the background. That's what I want the DoI-- and the DIA-- to become, but I've gotta start writing more stuff, eh?
Oh, and if Nume takes a closer look at the model's registry, he'll find that it reads NX-2000, also known as the Excelsior.))
((Not saying you can't obviously, just reminding you you're not alone there. :P))
I'm glad you agree. ^_^ (If you ask me, BRN is notorious enough to qualify as Legendary, but it's not up to me.) I'll probably just leave the mission as-is rather than make up a random name for the DoI, though.
Ooh, shiny. Penny is very clever. {= )
~Neshomeh
February 2013. Along the timeline of things that occurred in HQ in 2013, this was indeed one of those calms before the storm.
"How lovely," Agent Christianne Shieh remarked as the console lit up with a message. "Agent Supernumerary's tenth anniversary of being in the PPC."
"A remarkable achievement," agreed Agent Eledhwen Elerossiel.
"Especially given the high turnover rate." Christianne turned from the console. "There's a celebration in the Cafeteria. Want to go?"
"Will there be chocolate?"
Christianne groaned.
The Disentangler and the Agent landed their TARDIS just inside the Cafeteria. Their TARDIS had taken on the look of a distasteful floral display.
"What a nice party. They have tea and everything," said the Agent cheerily as he looked around. The Disentangler rolled her eyes.
"Pretty high turnout. Surprising, given the venue," she said, grinning and waving at some of the other partygoers. "There's Jeeves and Rooney from DOI. What the hell are they carrying?"
"Looks like presents."
"Looks like a pile of socks to me."
"Why would Nume need more socks?"
The Disentangler rolled her eyes again. "I dunno, sock puppets?"
"Is he the sockpuppet sorta guy? Because he's a lot like... which one of me was it, again? No, wait, it was one of you. I swear, every other one of your regenerations is sarcastic."
The Disentangler rolled her eyes. "Hush," she said, waving at Nerys and Lisa who were standing by the food (which looked a bit meatloafy and way too glittery to be edible).
"Happy anniversary!" declared Rooney as he and Jeeves presented their present to Nume.
"It is, I believe, an achievement to have come this far," agreed Jeeves, even if the only times the two DOI agents had ever seen Nume were usually from afar and rarely on Cluedo nights in the Cafeteria.
Rooney nodded. "The socks are all patterned for different days of the week. And there are lots of bright green patterns. To go with your glasses."
"We're just going to go have some Convenient Cake," added Jeeves, tugging his friend by the arm towards the table of slightly more edible-looking refreshments.
"I put an experiment on hold for this," Scientist Lori Starrett groused as her husband Bill presented a set of ever-changing coloured pens to Nume.
"Yeah, well, try reaching your tenth anniversary in this madhouse. I think it's worth a stab at celebration," her husband muttered.
Lori rolled her eyes before smiling at Nume. "Happy anniversary," she said in a much nicer tone.
"Pretty good party, isn't it?" wondered Christianne as she and Eledhwen entered the Cafeteria. "Ooh, there's Lori. She looks well."
"Is she not supposed to be?" wondered Eledhwen.
"Pregnancy rumours," Christianne replied quickly before hefting s colourfully-wrapped bag of Bleep-candies (Gummyblees, Bleepolate, the works). Eledhwen has suggested a pocket watch, but Christianne had shot the idea down. After all, in some cultures (like hers), it was rude to send people clocks. It was a subtle way of telling them their time was running out.
Eledhwen frowned. "I was not aware there were rumours," she said as they stepped over to where Nume was, after Lori and Bill wandered off into the crowd.
"Yeah, well." Christianne shrugged. "You hear things at the pub during game nights. Moreso at the poker table, though.
"Speaking of which, you have yet to show me how to count --"
"Not mentioning that here," snapped Christianne before grinning over at Nume and tossing him the candies. "Happy anniversary!"
(Note: That turned out longer than expected.)
Jenni got down from her chair and scooted it under the table, making as much room as possible. As the first pair of guests approached, she reached down and gave Nume's shoulder a shake. "Come on, at least look like you're alive!"
Nume grunted something unintelligible, but raised his head and shoved his glasses back onto his face. He blinked a few times at the pair of DoI agents. He'd seen them around, but had no idea who they were. Then he squinted at the socks.
"That's. Uh. Sure... green?" he uttered.
"He means thank you very much for the thoughtful gift," Jenni said with a grin. "Enjoy the cake!"
---
The pens were met with curiosity on all sides. Ilraen and Nume each picked one up to inspect.
<So, the ink constantly changes colors, or does the pen itself change, too?> the Andalite asked, peering intently at it in case something was going to happen before his eyes.
"They aren't going to write in urple or something, are they?" Nume added with wells of skepticism.
---
(( Holding off on responding to the candies for the moment. ))
~Neshomeh
"The pens change colour at random. Sometimes the pens themselves change at random. I think it picks up Sue colours if you leave it exposed to Aura of Smooth for too long." Bill shrugged. "So I wouldn't use it on Sues, if I were you."
Nume put the pen down and not-so-subtly slid it toward his partner. "I think I'll just stick to red, thanks." He was in this against his will, he didn't have to be polite.
<I think they are very interesting,> Ilraen assured the scientists.
Once they'd gone on their way, he turned to Jenni. <If Nume does not want them, perhaps Henry would like one? He is beginning to write, he not?>
Jenni started to respond, but all three of them jumped when a bag of candy hit the table with a thwack. A voice called "Happy anniversary!", and they looked around for the source.
"Oh god, it's those two," Nume groaned upon spotting Christianne. "Thanks for the heart attack!" he called back, and shoved the bag into a pile with the socks and the pens.
(( How does Nume know them? They certainly interacted during the Mary Sue invasion of IAHF, but I'm thinking he's had an earful of rumors about their relationship for the last couple of years, and being him, he is not a fan. ^_~ ))
~Neshomeh
Lori grinned. "I'm sure Henry would love it." She tugged at her husband's arm. "Let's go get something edible."
As Lori tugged Bill away, Christianne grinned over at Nume's scowling face.
"No problemo, sweetie!" she shouted as she tugged Eledhwen off to go get refreshments as well.
((Considering they're not together yet at this point I can definitely see why he's sick of them and the rumours around them. But E and C definitely take it in stride; they're pretty sick of the rumours themselves, too.))
Wobbles joined proceedings the only way she knew how; bursting in at pace with a party hat perched atop her massive rainbow-striped wig. "Whooooooooooo's the birthday lifeform? Come on, don't be shy! You're in the Cafeteria, you can't be that shy of... a... wha?"
"Human," said the Notary with withering scorn as she trudged behind her partner, "it is a tenth anniversary party. It is commemorating the extremely long service of a respected agent, who is also a human. I was under the impression that all your people knew each other."
"Oh. Okay, so, we can still do the balloons, right? Hiya mister Nume! Congrats on ten years of doing the strangest job in the known multiverse! You get a llama!" With that, she wobbled over to Nume and tied a large, surprisingly detailed balloon llama to his right wrist. "YAY!"
"I'm sorry about her, agent Supernumerary. She's... excitable. Human, you're in breach of several health and safety regulations."
"Uh, meaning?"
"Meaning get off of that ridiculous unicycle."
"Grouch."
"Well spotted." The Notary walked over to Nume and fished around in her robe pockets, eventually pulling out a hardback tome that made War And Peace look like a Mr. Men book. "This is for you. It's a beginner's guide to easy requisition of necessary items. Nobody fills out the order forms correctly these days and it makes life hell." Her voice got louder. "If anyone else at this gathering desires one, they are for sale in RC 1875 at a reasonable and competitive price. Follow the sound of human circus marches. I do not accept favours, payments in kind, or painted rocks. Thank you for listening."
"D'you really think they were?"
"Yes, and I told you to dismount."
"I know," said Wobbles as she trundled off in search of some cake.
"Why," he finally said, "is there a llama tied to my arm?"
Ilraen blinked all four eyes. <I am not sure, Nume. It was as though the whole Department of Angst were suddenly embodied in a single brightly colored humanoid form, and just as suddenly vanished, leaving behind naught but this inflatable object and a faint odor of sugar.>
Jenni wore a puzzled frown. "I think I know her. Or will know her. I dunno; it's hazy. Does the Nursery have a clown?"
"Don't ask me," Nume said. "At least the other one made sense, though... oh, look, she's talking to the Time Lords. Good lord, they're like thousands-of-years-old children. This is why Star Trek will always be superior."
"Don't say that too loud if you want to live another ten years. Who's very in right now."
Ilraen perked up as though he were about to say something, but Nume cut him off with a glare.
"I swear to Christ, if you start an Abbott and Costello routine right now I will strangle you with this llama."
Ilraen subsided.
“Remind me again why this is a good idea?” the Librarian asked agent Desdendelle as the duo entered the Cafeteria.
“Same reason I dragged you here last time,” Des replied, rolling his eyes. “You're a worse recluse than me, and that's something...”
“Your point?” demanded the Time Lord before dodging out of the way of a large, red magpie.
Des stared at the magpie, which seemed intent on crashing into someone or something, before replying. “Point being you need to see more people than just dreary old me. Humans are social animals, and I imagine Time Lords are, too.”
“While that might be right...” the Librarian said, then paused. He narrowed his eyes. “Well...” he continued, pointing, “this is why I am a... recluse.”
“Should I know this person?”
“She is called the Notary, and she is the most obnoxious Time Lady I know.”
“Why's that? She stepped on your toes or something?”
“She is the worse obstructive bureaucrat I have ever seen.”
“Oh.” Des's mouth formed a perfect circle for a few seconds. “No wonder you hate her.”
The duo threaded their way between chairs, tables, and PPC agents in various states of food poisoning. Of course, their way took them toward where the Notary was advertising some sort of “beginner's guide”.
“Will you stop being a bureaucrat? Do you not see you are bothering people?” the Librarian told the Time Lady, annoyance plain on his face.
Des, meanwhile, looked apologetically at the table's other occupants.
"Not her." The Agent crossed his arms. "Who invited her?"
The Disentangler shrugged. "No clue," she said, walking over to the Notary-and-Librarian confrontation. "Hey, you two! Why don't we go have some cake? Yes? No? Too busy staring hatefully at each other? Gosh golly gee, I can see the sparks flying from here. Anyone got popcorn?"
"Lachesis, you're going to make it worse," hissed the Agent as he sidled up next to her.
"You keep saying that, and it will get worse," retorted the Disentangler.
"If good workplace practice and efficiency in a working environment in which lives are at stake bothers you, Jade Warden Librarian, then I respectfully suggest that you find employment somewhere less dangerous. Perhaps an actual library, if you could find one that would take on an exiled mountebank from a Chapter of fools and vagabonds. Now, are you going to purchase one of my clear, easy-to-read, helpful guides to the bureaucracy of the PPC, or are you just going to stand there gawping at me like a sheep with a heavy concussion?"
Wobbles trundled up to Des's side, a plate of cake in one hand and a huge array of balloons in the other. "Aw, boy. She's at it again. I'll never understand that girl, not ever. Not while she's being such a grump, at least. Here, have an ostrich." She proffered a string to the agent.
"Come to think of it, what's a Jade Warden? I didn't know you were into inane babbling, Notary. You haven't been replaced by anything, have you?" wondered the Disentangler, tilting her head to the side.
(Note: This is Feburary of 2013. The events that led to the creation of the Council happened in December of 2013. You suggested that your Agents don't exist back in this event, so perhaps we can chalk it up to time travel?)
Were the Librarian one to curse, he'd have done so now. That not being the case, he simply frowned. “Yes, bothering,” he said. “Things get done in spite of bureaucracy, not because of it, fool of a lawyer!”
Raising a hand, he pointed at the Notary, nearly poking her. “You have no idea what you are talking about! And what is a Jade Warden anyway?! Unless you have filed forms until you went blind, you can see that my coat is obviously brown!”
Des, meanwhile, accepted Wobbles' balloon, absentmindedly putting it on top of his head. “Well, she isn't the worse I've seen,” he said, taking a packet of dried apples from a pocket and opening it. “Dried apples? I'm Desdendelle, by-the-way. You can call me Des.”
((Des and the Librarian were there by then - I'm assuming this happens after Of Course I Still Love You, which I haven't published yet...))
"Mmm. Apples and apple by-products. Thank you." Wobbles plucked one daintily from the bag and scarfed it down. "'M'name's Wobbles. I work in the Nursery and I'm pretty big in the A/V Division as well; I make a TV show for the kids down there. Also, I... might be an agent? When did that happen? Has it happened?"
Meanwhile, the Notary was on the verge of drawing her staser. "I - I would have thought you'd remember the Council you helped Agent Morgan set up, even though it concerns the homeworld you renegades so revile! And do not presume to talk about bureaucracy like you understand it! A stable, clear, and accountable civil service is essential for any organization with power, and the people who cannot accept this might as well be the mewling infants my colleague over there entertains of an afternoon!"
Wobbles wheeled over to the bickering Time Lords and prodded the Notary. "Uh, Agent Trampoline?"
"What do you want?"
"Um, this might sound like a silly question, but... exactly how busted is your TARDIS?"
"Extremely. I wouldn't be stuck in this dump with nought but clowns and exiled vermin for company otherwise. What of it?"
"Only, I think something might be a little bit wrong with time for us. Just a little."
"Don't talk nonsense, clown woman. I'd know."
"Like you'd know if the cassette player got stuck again?"
"... Present your evidence."
"Nobody here knows us, nobody here knows anything that's happened so far, and one of your tea party doesn't remember meeting two Doctors at the same time in the first meeting. That sorta thing tends to, y'know, stick in your noodle a bit."
"I... now you mention it, that is rather strange. It's almost as if something was wrong with time."
"Yeah, which I just-"
"It takes quite the intellect to figure out something like that, which is why I got it before you did. Of course, we could have waited for the universe to expire before you got it, but that is immaterial."
"But-"
"Be silent. Librarian, Disentangler, Agent, attend me. There's a paradox in RC 1875. We must fix it."
"Ya sure they're gonna help you? Only, the Librarian looks kinda ticked off at you. Like, that-close-to-snapping-and-then-snapping-your-neck ticked off."
"He will come. I am a representative of the Continuity Council of Gallifrey and I am in need, and article 15-b of our council clearly states - oh, yes, that doesn't exist yet."
"Okay. Desperate measures."
"And what do you mean by - PUT ME DOWN!"
Wobbles grabbed her partner and skedaddled at an impressive turn of pace, considering her cargo was trying to kick her in the head and she was on a unicycle. They made their way out of the door and vanished, never to return. Not for a good few months, at least.
Des and the Librarian exchanged looks.
“What was that?” the human agent asked.
“That was the Notary. From the future, apparently.”
“Why– nevermind. I'll probably fry my mind if I'll get an answer.” Des munched on a dried apple and surveyed his surroundings. “Y'know? I think you were right after all. There're way too many people here, not mention a party.” He pointed at Nume and co. with his thumb.
“Well, you insisted we would come here, so stand behind your words and interact,” the Librarian replied, annoyance dripping from his voice.
“Bloody bugger, you sound like my mother, except not,” Des said, looking around some more. Upon further inspection, the party turned out to be something about celebrating an agent's long stay at the PPC – a decade, apparently. Digging around in his coat's pockets, he procured a dusty book of Zen sayings. Muttering under his breath, he waved it around a bit – cleaning some of the dust and making him sneeze – before heading toward Nume.
“Apparently people are giving you gifts,” he said, “so here, have this. Joushuu's Book of Zen.”
The Librarian, meanwhile, made his way to the Disentangler and the Agent. “From your reaction I surmise that you have also encountered that obnoxious Notary,” he stated.
"Well, that is, who hasn't out of the who who's got time machines, but you know. Never expected to see them back here, though. Definitely remember seeing them in December. Does that come before February?" The Disentangler's brows furrowed. "Wait, no. It doesn't. If it did, we might've figured out exactly what sort of nonsense they were talking about."
"Take a breath, Lachesis," suggested the Agent.
"This is what happens when you do 2013 out of order," said the Disentangler, rolling her eyes.
"And to be fair, we might've also encountered the Notary on Gallifrey way before... you know." The Agent made a face. "We were chasing down a Sue who popped in from... what was it again?"
"Artemis Fowl," said the Disentangler. "One of those child genius things."
"Yes." The Agent nodded. "The Notary, or rather, Antrilovorasilendar --"
"She was that really annoying little Dromeian at the Academy, wasn't she? The one who kept on correcting everyone and talking in technicalities?" The Disentangler paused. "She got worse."
"Yeah, we weren't sure if the Canon would allow us to kill her and the Sue together." The Agent shrugged. "Guess that's come back to haunt us."
Because just saying "2013" is more vague than you'd expect. I remember wobblestheclown first mentioning Agent Wobbles back in December, which would technically be 2013, but if the party takes place in June, or September, or February, it would fit into slightly different places in everyone's chronological history, and Agent Wobbles might or might not exist yet.
The month I said I'd been waiting for to post this. Also the month named in the "Timeline" bit of the header to the story on my site. Which I kinda figured people would read before replying.
~Neshomeh
I kind of assumed it meant this was happening in February of 2014, rather than 2013. Mea culpa.
Since there's now a thing going with the other Time Lords and all; wouldn't want to tell everyone they have to stop. ^_^; I was just surprised.
(I did say it was February and 2013 in at least two places, though, honest. Maybe I just didn't say those things together enough?)
~Neshomeh
Also, you might've worked this out from reading through my fic, but I can be supremely unobservant at times. Specifically, the times when I'm awake. =]
--parp
...with the Time Lords.
The Disentangler and the Agent seem to have briefly encountered the Notary in the past in the middle of a mission (evidently a DW and Artemis Fowl crossover). Is it fine for that to have happened? It could be so brief that they just overheard her lecturing some classmates during her Academy days about the school rules or something, and got a bit irritated at her as well. Or maybe they had a full-blown introduction and disliked her anyway.
Also some timey-wimey things occured in which the Agent and the Disentangler seem to have encountered the Notary at the PPC in December before the events of this party, but you know how Time Lords are.
Sorry if that contradicted anything you had in mind.
That's absolutely fine. The Notary's TARDIS is one that's been maintained by a minor functionary in the sprawling government of one of the universe's oldest empires with the mechanical knowledge of a dead weasel. As such, upon crash-landing in HQ, the thing gave up the ghost entirely. Really, it's a miracle nobody got blown up by it.
that the latest section of the Time Lord Script needs editing to exclude her TARDIS, too? It would be a shame, because I really like her being fully included in it - but if she doesn't have a working TARDIS, that can't be helped. And given the setup in the earliest parts, we know this is taking place only just after her arrival.
hS
(PS: Also, if you want to write another/the closing section, go for it!)
I think I can technobabble my way out of it with assistance from the Ruby Shipwright. Paradoxes and so forth. You know how it is.
The Notary had a five-hundred-years-younger counterpart brought in by the temporal fold who referred to herself as "Spinel Promontor" rather than "Spinel Promotor", and more importantly, planned to take over HQ through bureaucracy before the arrival of the Ninth Doctor shifted her out of the fold and restored main universe Notary to her spot in space-time. If the main universe Notary's TARDIS is on the fritz, the TARDIS key that she still possesses might be able to utilize the space-time instabilities that the temporal fold caused to re-summon the alt-Notary and use her TARDIS to help pull the folds apart, with the two Notaries driving said TARDIS in tandem. Of course, this would mean that the alternate Notary would be stuck in the main universe after the temporal fold was finished, but that could be dealt with later. Plus, there's a pretty good premise for a story in there.