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Closest I was able to find was also haplology. :(

No clue what it is, though. Still, there must be something somewhere...

~Z

So this morning my son asked me* if there's a word for when one word ends with the same sound as the next word starts with. 'Suvian naughtiness', 'slash shipping', 'crossover rubbish', etc.

(*Technically the conversation started with a loud 'HMM... I want to invent a word for THAT...')

I, of course, insisted that there had to be, because that's exactly the sort of thing English has a word for. But a bit of Googling didn't turn anything up. It's not a rhyme; it's not alliteration; it's not really assonance. Google proposes haplology, which is a new word for me, but it turns out to mean the phenomenon of merging similar syllables into one (as in prob'ly, Febru'ry).

But... I mean, there must be a word for it, right? So I decided to come here, to the wordiest place I know, and ask for help. ^_^

hS

Someone should probably come up with a lede for the new version, actually; the 'no longer consists' note was just filler I put in until someone could concoct something better.

hS

So, I took notes of all links to FAQ: For Other People and then moved/renamed the page to FAQ: For Other People/historic. (This leaves the original page as a redirect page to the new page title so that no link is broken.)

Next, I changed the link in the final new FAQ Didn't this used to be a long, angry rant? to FAQ: For Other People, and I'm prepared to update other links where a wiki page references a specific section of the FAQ: For Other People.

I intended to move/rename FAQ: For Other People/Draft to FAQ: For Other People, so that all unedited links would point to the new FAQ, but apparently I would need admin privileges to overwrite the redirect page.

If somebody please moved the page, I'll then go on to edit links where wiki pages reference specific sections of FAQ: For Other People that are named differently now or don't exist anymore.

HG

Sophie List flushed as red as the wig she was wearing. "That's not what I was suggesting!" she said.

"Lust objects are nothing to be ashamed of. But I'm not going to dress up as yours." Theo uncrossed his arms with a sigh. "But I will dress up, if it will make you stop pestering me." He turned to his closet and shuffled through it, finally pulling out a dark green cloak. Mud cracked and fell off the hem as he put it on over his white T-shirt and blue jeans. "I'm a Ranger. Happy?"

"Have you ever washed that?" Sophie asked accusingly.

"No. It's authentic. Come on, or we'll be late." Theo opened the door to their RC and walked out, Sophie following behind him.

"Your hair is still up," she pointed out. Theo pulled the hairband out of his hair and looped it on his left wrist, letting the pony tail fall across his shoulders. "I can see your tennis shoes," Sophie added, still critical.

"Then don't look," Theo said.

"They're bright red; I can hardly help but look," Sophie said.

"You're wearing a black turtleneck and black jeans with a Black Widow patch safety pinned to your belt," Theo said.

"But at least they're all the right color!" Sophie said.

The argument got them to the party fairly quickly. Sophie grinned as she looked across the room, taking in others who had arrived and finally seeing the refreshment table, which she made for immediately, abandoning her argument and her partner at the door.

As she plugged in her headphones and started up Google Docs, Twistey recalled the high likelihood of disastrous consequences occurring if she'd joined the fun last year. Bull in a china shop, indeed. Over that year, she'd developed a trick of channeling a terrible concept in a hidden way, resulting in something that was not offensive, just vaguely menacing. That was the reason why she could give away the character her thoughts had turned into, because it had been generic to the point of looking like it was related to something else entirely. Which reminded her, she needed to give it away.

But that didn't matter now. The Purim party hadn't even happened, and so no harm was done. Now it had rolled around again, and she was quite prepared this time. She knew some of her agents-to-be were going to go, and she wanted to surprise them a little. But still, she knew she had to keep incognito. Zingenmir's rules.

Twistey couldn't work without music, so she looked through YouTube to see what its suggestions were. Mostly Animusic. She'd gotten back into that a while ago, having loved its music and animation since childhood. Seeing one video, she remembered something she would love to do. "Aha", she thought, dialed up one of the pre-agents who had decided not to go, and began to write her costume into reality.

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"Hello! Listen, I finally found a costume for you that you might be able to go in. ...No, you do not have things to do, you're a semi-fic blip and you're not an agent yet. ...There's social anxiety and there's isolating yourself from everyone because you don't feel you're normal. Agents are an interesting bunch, there's a lot of them who don't know their parents either. ...Yes. And about the costume, no one has to see your face, hear your voice, or anything like that. I know right, it's great! ...We'll communicate with written signs, gestures, and music. First thing we'll do is ask the host if we can DJ, so it can be that we won't even have to interact with anyone. Okay, you're in? Sweet! Put your hair in a wig cap and get a binder if you have one. I have some really cool wearable electronics for us. See ya at my place. Goodbye."

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Amber Callahan, no relation to Kitty or any other agent with that last name, was peppering an agent with questions about HQ. When did a typical day start? What tools would she be equipped with for missions? What kind of person could she expect for a partner? The nature of HQ time, the severe underequippedness, and all that only made her more excited. Amber had always had a thirst for adventure. This seemed to worry the agent to no end, but despite the look in their eyes, they smiled and nodded, then continued answering in an even tone of voice.

The Callahan siblings (Erika, Amber, and Connor, from oldest to youngest) had collectively decided to go as characters who wouldn't require masks, excessive face paint, or wigs that were a different color than their actual hair, just so that the crowd could get to know what they actually looked like. Connor was immediately recognizable as Ron Weasley, though he'd remarked that he was "too quiet for the part." Erika had reused a formidable cosplay of Moira from Overwatch that she had saved up to buy, and it looked like she was getting more in character as she got more comfortable. While Moira isn't really a costume one can ruin Purim with, the younger Callahans would have to keep her in check. Amber herself wore the magnificent blue-and-yellow dress of Mrs. Whatsit from the new "A Wrinkle in Time" movie. Amber's best friend Miriam had helped her with her makeup and other such things - too bad Miriam hadn't been able to come. Oh well - Amber had her phone with her, and she could send Miriam all the photos of great cosplay that she could handle.

Just then, Amber heard a loud sound coming from the entrance. Specifically, a series of notes played on a higher and lower synthesizer. She spun to face the direction the musical noise had come from. Two gleaming, futuristic robots, their fronts covered in large pentagonal buttons that she assumed made the music, glided into the room together and made their way towards the host. Things just got more interesting.

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The blue Starship Groove robot, presumably male, pulled out a sign reading "Can we DJ?" and showed it to the host. The red one began pressing buttons with one hand and gesturing with the other, first pointing to "her"self, and then making a motion that resembled scratching a disk on a turntable. They waited for a reply.

-Twistey

(Here's a reference for Twistey and the reluctant pre-agent's costumes):

One: "You are educated evil, and might have to kill the evil ONE teaching educators before you can learn that 4 corner days actually do exist"

And, the other: "Death wobbled meretriciously, erring on the side of butch with a strong scent of whiskey on their jaw hinge."

The book is Paper Towns by John Greene.

As 700 rounds per minute blazed across the bombed-out no-man's-land that used to be the city's most exclusive club, all that Corporal Allen McCormick could think was: "Did I leave the stove on?"

I haven't seen the movie, but it looks interesting. Anyway, it's probably a lot harder to get that sort of sentiment into a movie.

I haven't got far enough to decide if this Avengers fanfic is a raging 'Sue or just tiresome, but in any event that's a poor use of the word "alleviation".

Marina said as she entered the room with her partner, looking at his masked face. "And you just had to use that Disguise again, uh?"

Richard, wearing a black coat, black clothes, red gloves and a black and white mask, grinned slightly, "You can talk. you used the same one too, and it is an even cheaper one."

Marina, who was wearing a brown trench coat, a collier with a silver pentacle, and had an engraved staff in hand, shrugged before raising her other hand to list points "Not my idea to come. That's as good as I can get without Disguise Generator like you. And finally, if he can go to a party disguised as a series B vampires, I can do this. Just be happy I'm not going here with robes and a pointy hat with stars on them. Oh, and a wand to go with them."

"But you still intend to enjoy the party too, right?"

"Well, I'm here now, so I could as well profit from that..."

Because that's definitely happened by now. It's beautiful!

https://rc1587.wordpress.com/2018/05/19/blank-sprite-mission-record-14/

We're getting near the end of the Blank Sprite Incident, and we finally get to know what happened in Nikki's missing years. However, Vera still has a curveball to throw at our heroes.

I got it straight out of Ready Player One, the book. More or less, I only have a French version, so I had to translate. And I swear, this sort of line where the reader is considered as dumb as a brick abund. Might be because the chracters are on that level too. Movie is much better.

And for the sake of giving a shoot, I'll tell fanfiction for th line you gave.

I think it's a little too structured to be badfic. The metaphors are all so random, but somehow, it doesn't seem like something you came up with off the top of your head. So I'm going to guess it's from published fiction.

My own contribution:
"Beyond where you can see, there's—there's an island, and it's a very special island. I left it a long time ago. I never thought I'd see it again. It's called Great Britain. And the most beautiful part of the island is Scotland, and that's where your daddy's from. There's mountains and glens and monsters in deep lochs, and... and it's where your mummy and daddy... fell in love."

—doctorlit, running out of time to pack tomorrow's lunch

G'day fellas, ya boy Larfo over here needs some betawork done for the second story of Flaming Broomsticks.

I need to know if it's TRASH or NOT, and have SPAG SORTED OUT, and to SEE if parts are FUNNY or NOT and how I can make them FUNNIER, and SO ON and SO FORTH.

I've had this story lingering around the back of my Google Drive for yonks, and, man, I gotta get it out. It's starting to smell.

I believe you can click my name to access my email thingy and so forth, but, uh, in case I did something wrong - iammisc1 @ gmail . com
(Remove all the spaces, of course)

Cheers anyhow!

Here's the sentence:

She wanted me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the bread crumb trail until it dead-ended into her.


So: Published, badfic, or something I made up?