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Mrs. Riley let the tension hang in the air for a few moments - but before her parents could exclaim anything along the lines of 'What have you been doing?!' at Marisa she said,

"Er, not quite. It does have to do with those comfort zones I mentioned, though. Tell me; have you looked up anything similar to those fanfictions in the Manual itself?"

Marisa rapidly shook her head.

"No! It never occurred to me." Realizing she was fighting an uphill battle, she repeated herself in the Speech; since taking the Oath, she had not once considered 'paging' through her computer - or her AR Program, rather - for those kinds of results. She'd always considered that sort of thing to be something one just thought about - NSFW stories were for other people to write, and she hadn't read any - so far as she was aware - involving primarily humans.

Candice's expression looked a little less tense now. "Ever written any?"

In fact, it was almost teasing. Marisa made a face.

"No!"

Mrs. Riley held up a hand. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Debbie, Mike. At least not for a few more years." Sam abruptly burst out laughing, only to be shushed by their mom.

Marisa bit her lip - a habit she'd no doubt have to break. "So, if it wasn't because of that, or because I got upset today, and I'm still a wizard... does that mean things will be okay?"

Candice's smile was encouraging. "Yes, Marisa; I can say that much. I'm no visionary, mind you!" That last part, while Marisa didn't get all of why it should be funny, made her smile anyway - even her parents looked a little less stressed.

"But-" Marisa piped up, looking over at her dad. "I am sorry about the computer. What are we going to do?" Fortunately, her ex-speech therapist had something to say about that, too.

"I think you'll find that the Powers - and the One - look out for those who try to reduce entropy. And those who learn from their mistakes." Then she winked. "That, and I did chip in to get them a discount!"

Marisa didn't know if that was a joke, but she did end up laughing - and, as if a weight had been lifted, so did the rest of her family.

Things looked a little bit brighter...

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That night, however, as Marisa lay dreaming, things did not look nearly so pleasant, or accomplish-able.

"No, wait! Don't go-!"

"You're my only friend-"

"You- you'll do whatever I tell you, right? As long as I believe in what I'm doing..." /Yes./ "That - that sounds dangerous." /It is how we are./

"How dare you-!"

Marisa burst awake - or thought she did. It should have been dark, she should have been in bed - even if she thought she had dealt with the stress well, she had still cried herself to sleep - but instead it was bright, impossibly bright all around-

There was no ground. There was no noise, either; the first big sign she hadn't found herself in Timeheart, like some wizards did on occasion. She tried to move, only to find herself paralyzed. Even without ground, it felt like electricity was passing close by her hands-

Where am I? Is this a dream? To her surprise, something answered.

"Only if you want it to be - or it can be all that and more."

Marisa thought she could hear It laughing.

"After all, isn't this where you have always wanted to be?"

Suddenly she could move again - and as she carefully knelt up and gazed around, breathing heavily, she found herself only with one growing suspicion:

"Am- am I online?"

Even in an abstract form, she could tell the Lone Power was grinning.

"Yes, quite. How's about that 'cyberspace fantasy', little wizard?"

Poison vs. Fairy: this can only go one way.

Who will win the Pewter Cup? Anyways, It's time for a Death Battle!

Whenever's good for you, mon brave. =]

I'm a lot less free than I was in previous years. I can't do 8:30am-7pm BST weekdays because of work (and travel and eating), but I should always be available after 7:30pm. I'm also (slightly) more free on weekends besides 1pm-6pm on Saturdays (D&D time) and 1pm-6pm Sundays (family time)

Because I am dumb and forgot to put it in the above post.

Here.

As always, once a challenge date has been set, you have one week to respond (and counterpropose a better time to battle if need be); if there is no response, you will be considered disqualified and your challenger declared the victor.

May the odds be ever in your—wait, hang on, that's... not quite right, is it?

Good luck, everyone, and have fun!

As always, once a challenge date has been set, you have one week to respond (and counterpropose a better time to battle if need be); if there is no response, you will be considered disqualified and your challenger declared the victor.

May the odds be ever in your—wait, hang on, that's... not quite right, is it?

Good luck, everyone, and have fun!

As always, once a challenge date has been set, you have one week to respond (and counterpropose a better time to battle if need be); if there is no response, you will be considered disqualified and your challenger declared the victor.

May the odds be ever in your—wait, hang on, that's... not quite right, is it?

Good luck, everyone, and have fun!

And I think the first non-Ordeal human wizard we've seen in these stories.

I definitely believe Marisa's reactions here, and, er... huh. Did... did she write erotic fanfic of herself and her Manual? Because it definitely feels like that's what you're implying.

hS

No, I mean, the whole drama surrounding the Silmarilli is an intersection of two related things:

-The Silmarils themselves. Made by Feanor, they contain the last uncorrupted light of the Two Trees. They're basically a slice of paradise, which is why everyone wants them. They're also... kind of maybe a little bit alive? It's hard to tell. Probably not as much as the Ring is, for instance, but maybe a little. They've also been blessed by Varda, meaning nothing evil can touch them without being burned. This comes back in a big way to haunt Melkor, Carcharoth, possibly Ancalagon (it's not unreasonable to guess that Earendil's dragon-slaying antics were related to his possession of the Silmaril), and ultimately Maedhros and Maglor.

-The Oath of Feanor was a binding oath made by Feanor and his sons to never let anyone else have the Silmarils. And it is most definitely 'alive'. Every time House Feanor do something stupid (which they do a lot), it's because the Oath has been quiet for too long and starts pushing them. Its explicit invocation in Nargothrond is enough to make the entire city abandon its king, despite the fact that there's only actually two Sons of Feanor present.

The Oath, and the fact that it binds them unless released by the One Himself (and God doesn't much go in for chatting with House Feanor), is responsible for all three Kinslayings, and the fall of every Elven realm in Beleriand, with the possible exception of Gondolin (depending on how much you feel the Oath was behind the debacle of the Nirnaeth).

Oh, and I guess there's a third intersecting thing: the Doom of Mandos.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed; and the Valar will fence Valinor against you, and shut you out, so that not even the echo of your lamentation shall pass over the mountains. On the House of Fëanor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East, and upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also. Their Oath shall drive them, and yet betray them, and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue. To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well; and by treason of kin unto kin, and the fear of treason, shall this come to pass. The Dispossessed shall they be for ever.

Ye have spilled the blood of your kindred unrighteously and have stained the land of Aman. For blood ye shall render blood, and beyond Aman ye shall dwell in Death's shadow. For though Eru appointed to you to die not in Eä, and no sickness may assail you, yet slain ye may be, and slain ye shall be: by weapon and by torment and by grief; and your houseless spirits shall come then to Mandos. There long shall ye abide and yearn for your bodies, and find little pity though all whom ye have slain should entreat for you. And those that endure in Middle-earth and come not to Mandos shall grow weary of the world as a great burden, and shall wane, and become as shadows of regret before the younger race that cometh after. The Valar have spoken.

Part prophecy, part curse, part sheer intimidation, the Doom of Mandos accurately predicts the results of House Feanor's obsession with the Silmarils, and is also just plain awesome. ^_^ Seriously, read that through again.

But the Silmarilli themselves? They glow, and they burn bad people, and maybe they make people want them. That's about it.

hS

For instance, I've confirmed that a character I had as blond does actually have brown hair. It's little things like that, but it's all worth doing.

I also have A Plan for when (when! Not saying if!) people get all four full Ordeal stories to a finished state.

hS

Thanks to everyone for being so friendly and the various virtual gifts I’ve received!
I’ll try and answer the various questions you all have. Okay...
I’ve read quite a few missions but I don’t really have any particular favourite yet.
I’m thinking Harry Potter for my agents, probably just the DOMS. I have a rough idea what they’ll be like, but I’m still working on it.
I have a question myself: how do you go about finding badfic? Do you literally just scroll through fanfiction.net, or is there some magic badfic-finder I haven’t found out about yet?
Thanks again,
Snowblaze.

Here, have some chocolate and enjoy your stay!

I'm Twistey, a 1-year-bie who has way too many ideas for writing stuff. I also have too many fandoms, and at least 1 OC for each one, if possible. So basically I just kind of jump between stuff.

So, what do you intend to do at the PPC? What kinds of sporking? What departments? Do you have any agent ideas? I'd love to hear what all you're thinking of!

And for your newbie gift, here's a bow and a quiver full of arrows dipped in this purple fantasy substance I discovered some time ago. The purple acts as an antidote to very specific kinds of Sueification. It also can break through pure Licht. (No, I didn't misspell "light". Look up the game "Lichtspeer.")

So anyway, nice to meet you! Hope you have a great time here and welcome to the PPC!

-Twistey

Maybe Hermia, then Helena, then I have no real preference between Hippolyta and Titania. I'll have to freshen myself up a bit on the plot of all this, but those four seem to be the only roles I know for sure are female, and I've tried and can't really do a more male-sounding voice. Is this all right?

-Twistey

For finished stuff ... I'd suggest AO3.

- Tomash

Here's a 6-pack of Bleeprin for you.

Where should we archive these fics? (Considering I have never had an account on which to post fanfiction before, this is kind of a Concern for me...)