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"I recommend poppy seed or chocolate, personally. Or non-apricot jam. Or--" She stopped, staring. "Am I seeing things, or did someone read that BuzzFeed article and actually go for it? Because that looks like the funfetti thingies, and red velvet, and something savory that I can't really identify from here. That's wild."

"This is Dawn McKenna of the DMS," T'Zar put in patiently. "This is one of her home culture's holidays. I am T'Zar, and my partner is called Abaddon. We work in DOGA."

Abaddon waved. Dawn looked sheepish.

"I've never seen half these hamantaschen in real life before," she said. "It's pretty distracting."

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The BuzzFeed article in question. Sorry for the delay in response. Also, I have never made or eaten most of these, but the photos went over really well when I printed them out and showed them to a class of six-year-olds! I also linked to it in a previous Purim RP's opening post, possibly that of 2016...so if anyone recognizes it and wouldn't have found it on their own, mystery solved :)

He nodded toward the table that held various solid foods. "She's over there, being herself." By "being herself" he meant stuffing entire cookies in her mouth and then attempting to talk. Oh well, as long as she wasn't trying to talk to him.

"What continua do you work in?" he asked, moving away from the drink table, which was frankly crowded.

Woke up three hours earlier than intended and haven't tried getting back to sleep quite yet, so my proofreading skills are apparently not properly awake yet either...also on mobile, so pray excuse any typos I haven't caught as well. I don't see anything blaring right now, but you never know.

~Z

Don't remember for how long, but part of a year in high school, at the very least. I assume it was mostly non-physical reasons that prompted it, mostly, so I won't go through those, but two things (one which makes for a good anecdote and the second that's just plain too classic not to share):

I never had braces, unlike a *lot* of my classmates (so many, in fact, that I have a fair idea of what living with braces is like anyway just from listening to them!)

I get along well pretty quickly with most animals, and always have. Often works with people, too--I make the acquaintance type of friend very easily if I get to the point of conversation.

That's not to say I'm perfect, and I spent probably a good few hours total trying to convince her that I wasn't a Sue, but there you have it. If I wrote myself as-is (ie, not as Dawn) into a story and didn't show the flaws, I could probably get a Sue pretty easily. It'd be the type of Sue who's relatively harmless but very, very obviously needs more balance. I'd like to think I do have that balance (despite the fact that almost-out-of-university!me has even more Sue traits, without really having lost most of the earlier ones), but, well, not quite the idea of this thread, is it?

(For more detail on how far from me Dawn is by now, and how far from me she was when I came up with her, go ahead and ask. Believe me, I'm more than willing to talk about this, and it'll probably make it into an a/n sometime even if no one asks me here--there actually already is something of the sort in an unfinished interlude wherein she visits her family. No idea when that's ever going to be finished, though.)

~Z, who also keeps being told she has a good singing voice despite a general lack of training. What a world we live in! Then again, Sues do have to come from somewhere, and I could see one part of it being​ just looking at people, especially celebrities and some classmates, and only seeing the best, most talented parts...

A term i like to use for sues' lack of brains is "sue-pidity"

Dilx was pleasantly surprised to find that, yes, it was Actually Ordinary Fruit Punch. This was good, as he didn't particularly want to get drunk, especially not this early. "Animus," he said, looking over the party. "Who is yours?"

It was perhaps unwise to take such a large drink, since he didn't exactly know what he was drinking. It had the same warm burn as alcohol, but didn't seem to have the same effects. Aside from that it was bitter but fruity. He took another drink.

"Who is your partner?" he asked. "It is unlikely that I know them, but possible."

He was known for having almost no target area when turned sideways, being left-handed, and flicking the tip of the blade around to score on people's backs.

He switched to epee his last year at school, though. I think the team was short on people for it. He did really well, too—came in third at the regional!

I'll e-mail you a link to his school bio with career record, if you're curious. {= )

~Neshomeh

I took fencing lessons for a few years and loved it, but it got in the way of school and I had to stop. I really enjoyed it, though—I got silver my first time fencing in the adult division.

What style did your brother study? I still have my old saber. :)

Kinda like how Ix did the fancomic "How I Became Yours."

Maybe footnotes with links to specific time marks, too, if audio samples would enhance the spork. Might be necessary to host the video yourself to ensure it doesn't up and vanish, though.

I wouldn't try this in a hurry myself, but I reckon it's doable.

~Neshomeh

This is Revenge of the Sith translated from English to Chinese back to English and dubbed.

I think this was actually the inspiration for that. It's based off a Chinese bootleg of RotS that appeared in 2005.

My favorite part of it is definitely that in the mess of unintelligible word salad I managed to pick out a plot that I actually like better than the actual plot of RotS. (For the record, I really like RotS. But I have to admit it has a fair number of plotholes.)

Dilx sighed as he reached for a cup himself, and looked at the drinks. What could he drink like this? After a long moment, he decided on a seemingly ordinary red drink labelled Actually Ordinary Fruit Punch. "Of course, there are other things to argue about, because purely peaceful partnerships are forbidden."

And assorted other such lofty compliments. But only in church choir; there was only one time I got a solo in anything I had to try out for, and that was forever ago. Certainly not in my college show choir. Only the music majors were special enough for solos. No I'm not bitter you're bitter shut up.

I do think I've gotten better in the last couple years, though, since my church choir's new director is a really good vocal coach. Finally, someone who actually knows how to train sopranos!

Oh, but here's a thing: My brother is a fencer! He came darn close to qualifying for the Olympics in college, too. Now he's an assistant coach. ^_^ He also studied Japanese, has a really sweet Japanese hawk tattoo on his back, and has lately taken up (non-Japanese) calligraphy. And it's embarrassing how good-looking that dorky kid turned out to be. Doesn't help that his current roommate is a photographer. Total Stu.

~Neshomeh

Theo filled up a cup with punch. Finally, something in his hands that wasn't cape. "I did quite a bit of fighting in my home continuum. I suppose it would eliminate arguments over who gets to make the kill."

This is The Phantom Menace translated from English to Chinese back to English.
https://imgur.com/gallery/dviT8#QKYD1Ql

I was thinking about it and it could be done. (I wouldn't suggest putting it on YouTube, of course. Just publicly shared on Google Drive.) And after watching that... I really, really wanted to spork it.

"I'm not much of a fighter," he said, before reaching up to push the hair that had fallen over his shoulder back. "And if we were killing anything but Sues, I couldn't do it. Wouldn't do it. Normally, I still don't kill them. I just read the charges."

"It's just—I have a tendency to upset people when I don't mean to," she said nervously, "so I'd rather not accidentally get off on the wrong foot with you, too. You know?"

Theo asked. He was in the DMS because he'd requested it, out of a desire to protect his home canon. It probably helped that he knew a lot about the canon. That didn't mean, of course, that he thought personnel had a good grasp of where the best place to put agents was.

He squeezed his way between two people and stopped in front of the drink table. There were quite a few options. He opted to begin with the bubbly purple punch. He didn't know what it was, but it was a nice color.

For some reason, I just love gibberish.

-Twistey

..and we all collectively decided that a PPC YouTube channel would be a terrible idea.

Not much we're missing out on anyhow - most fanworks that are videos are just random memelords making characters' bodies defy physics and similar stuff.

-Twistey

...just because you have some similarities with someone doesn't mean you should have to do the same things and/or be treated the same. I think there's at least one similarity with Zdimensia for each of us, maybe more, and look at how different we act from her.

It's just like any other fallacy of association to feel close to ZD because you have similarities - a fallacy. And man, that fallacy pops up a lot. To the point where it's even become a trope in fiction (hero/villain tells villain/hero that they're "not so different", anybody?) So always remember who you are and who you're not, and that your choices and actions are your own.

-Twistey

So yeah - it's not unheard of. I don't remember the particulars of her allergy, but I'm pretty sure they include strawberries and tomatoes.

-Twistey