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It's pretty obvious, though, that after the end of the Eighth Wars they didn't have all that much confidence in the show. The Ninth Wars was barely advertised at all, and the Tenth Wars - for all that it was the best damn series yet - was obliterated in the ratings... BY THE BBC. It got even less advertising than the Ninth Wars and was shoved in the same timeslot as Blue Planet II. Someone at the BBC had evidently completely lost confidence in the show.

I am angry and upset. Robot Wars had the best format of all the currently-existing robot combat shows and the downtime between fights was spent in the pits with the roboteers. At least King of Bots was good and Battlebots is getting a third reboot series.

Here, have my 2014 Chicago Gathering photos to prove it. It's longer now, though, and it is good.

~Neshomeh

But seriously, it is a shame. But given all that he has done in what could have been described as borrowed time, it's quite amazing.

Novastorme

To clarify, what works have caught your interest within the past few months?

Me, I've been sucked into the fandoms for Cuphead, Bendy and the Ink Machine, World of Warcraft, and my interest in Silent Hill and Pathfinder was rekindled (though I probably can't run anything).

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That's awful news! Do we know why? I mean, come on, it's a show about fighting robots - how does that /not/ run constantly?

hS

Robot Wars hasn't been renewed by the BBC for another series.

Am I the only one who finds facial hair descriptions basically inherently funny?

Sometimes I forget about the rather disproportionate influence of the Lonely Sod, the Time Lord Inglorious, she who Daleks named the Oncoming Form. But hey, again, not complaining, just surprised.

I'm just... well, I'm not convinced I'm good enough to warrant being PPC-famous. Sure, I can string a sentence together and tell a decent joke, but the oldbies are better than me at that and have far more of a coherent, long-term storyline built up with their agents. And they get more done. I have at least one more mission to get through before my massive crossover involving all my teams, and I keep getting bogged down. We can't all be Ix, yeah, but it feels like I'm letting the side down a bit if I'm not uploading something. That's part of why I've been so active on the prompts threads; they're short enough that I can get them finished before my brain starts screaming at me about how useless the story is.

Thank you for the kind words, though. I appreciate it. =]

As with all things, it starts with the next player in turn order and then follows along in turn order after that. So it really depends on how we are all sitting around the table.

Also, I kind of imagine that this Incubus is a Creature - Demon Rogue

But that's just me putting too much thought into these things.

-Phobos

"I heard you were about to start the fun without me?" the Incubus purred as he was summoned into the room.

"Iximaz?" Thoth gasped, starting at the corset-and-fishnet clad devil before him.

Iximaz smoothed down his hair and smirked. "Indeed, though you can call me Ixcubus. I wasn't about to let you have all the fun without me, was I?" He walked toward the stunned group, stroking Phobos' manly beard as he passed. He stopped in front of Granz, smiling down at him. "I hear you're the one who summoned me," he said, bending down to press a long, slow, lingering kiss to Granz's lips.

"Does the Incub—Ixcubus also have to participate?" AC asked, eyes going wide when Ixcubus trailed a finger over his ear..

"Oh, baby, I'm going to be right in the middle of all the action," Ixcubus said, planting his hands on his hips, thrusting one hip out slightly. "Now... which one of you lovely boys gets to attend my summoner first? Or all together works, too. I'm not picky." He smiled invitingly.

Phobos stood up, pulling off his shirt, and Granz was soon buried under a pile of squirming bodies.

Dangit, I should have written that! :-P

Iximazcubus would have been fun.

Plot twist: I'm the Incubus?

I totally forgot to include Iximaz! I'm really sorry Ix. I was going through the posts of people who said they played Magic down in the shipfic permissions thread, and I just missed yours!

Unfortunately, I'm not sure what to do, other than tack "and Iximaz was there" onto the story at the relevant points, which is a bit... awkward. Uh.

If anyone else wants to do this properly, feel free.

“Hey, guys!” cried Thoth, walking into the lounge. “Check this out!” He set down the large cardboard box he was carrying on a table. “I have new boosters!”

Phobos ambled over from a nearby table. “Oh? What set?”

“That’s the best part.” Thoth grinned. “These are from Unrealized. It’s an un-set consisting of cards that don’t exist. I got DoSAT to pull it over from like six different alternate realities. It’s gonna be sweet!”

“That actually does sound pretty interesting.” Phobos said. He sat down. “Wanna play draft?”

“That was the plan,” said Thoth. He looked around the lounge. “Granz, you play Magic, right? Are you in?”

The other boarder shrugged, pulling up a chair to the table. “Sure!” He looked around the lounge. “Is anyone else gonna play?”

“Actually, I might.” Another player strolled over.

Thoth wrinkled his brow. “Uh… who are you?”

“Thoth, that’s AC.” Granz said. “Oh… I guess you two haven’t really met, have you…”

“Oh, AC!” Thoth looked down. “Sorry I didn’t recognize you…”

AC gave a genial shrug. “It’s fine. Anyways, let’s get this started! Pass me a booster, would ya?”

~~

It was a tight game. Down to the last round. Phobos was in the lead on lifecount, but there wasn’t a man who had 5 life left. And it was Granz’s turn. He blushed, his tone extremely apologetic. “I’m… really sorry about this… but I don’t know what else to play…”

Thoth looked at him. “Whatever, man! It’s fine! What’s the issue?”

Granz just blushed harder. “Do you mind if things get a bit… Not Safe For Work around here?”

The table was dead silent for a moment.

“Uh… I’m cool with that,” said AC. “Assuming nobody else minds…”

Thoth did his best to conceal a mischievous grin. “Weelll… I’m certainly not complaining…”

Phobos shrugged. “Why not? It’s shipfest, after all…”

At the other players approval, Granz regained a bit of his composure. “Well then,” he said, his voice taking on a silky, smooth tone. He was clearly savouring the moment as he tapped the last of his lands. “I summon…” He played his card, and everyone crowded in to get a proper look.

Daring Incubus {2RR}
Creature-Animal of Desire
When Incubus is summoned, all other players must perform a sexual act with the player who summoned Incubus, or lose five life.
“You dare to summon me? Well then… I’ll be sure to make it worth your while…”
2/2

For a moment, there was dead silence around the table. Then Phobos broke it. “Well… this will be interesting…”

AC just glanced around the table eagerly.

“So,” said Thoth, not even bothering to conceal his grin. “Who starts?”

And trade school isn't college. You aren't going to be getting white-collar jobs without more than an HS education, and the entry-level service industry treats its workers notoriously bad.

Yeah, you got it down perfectly. And I'm glad to see that Shipfest!Thoth continues to refuse to admit that he enjoyed himself. Which he did. Profusely. He can't fool me, I'm him.

Also, I am really glad you enjoyed my weird ship that I wrote while exhausted, and under the influence of having been reading Homestuck. Seriously, there is WAY too much Homestuck in existence. And Andrew seems to have kept the pacing of a Quest even when it stopped being one.

At his face, Doc definitely presents as the type of character Magic would portray as blue. But I tried to look at him the way you looked at those Avengers, by motivation rather than by attributes. He's not reading to gain knowledge, but to be better at his job, and because he enjoys it to nearly unhealthy levels.

—doctorlit only has the "unhealthy levels" part, of course

... eh, sure, why not? ^_~

(At which point there'll only be, what, 13 to go to get the full set? I'm sure you can do it! I believe in you!)

hS

I officially laughed out loud like a total dork at "But I See No Ships," because dammit, I should have seen that coming and it is so perfect yes. And then again at "deeper, throatier, and sexier, while also remaining exactly the same," because it makes no sense out of context, but if you've heard the voice, then you know this, too, is perfect.

And now, I must add the epilogue:

~~

Some time later, Neshomeh made her way to Rudi's, walking stiffly but humming with satisfaction. She recognized the cluster of Boarders already present and ambled over to join them.

"Primarch?" she asked, connecting the dots.

"Primarch," groaned Thoth and 'Plith.

"Primarch!" chirped Calliope. "Which one did you get?"

"Lord Dorn," Neshomeh bragged, sitting across from Cal at the chessboard. "He is Adorable!"

"Ooh!"

Thoth and 'Plith groaned some more and tried not to listen to the gratuitously gleeful swapping of experiences that followed.

~~

I had to. ^_^

Thank you, Thoth, for making this utterly bizarre and fun series a thing and letting me join in.

Just so y'all know, I might do one with hS and Fulgrim. Because hS is an elf and therefore the prettiest, and of course Fulgrim must have the prettiest for himself.

~Neshomeh

*adds tongue-kissing to Thorik ship checklist* *but like, properly, though* {; P

Neshomeh had spent a long day in the archives. The shipfest was on, yeah, but, for the time being at least, she seemed to be out of its focus. As such, she was taking the opportunity to catch up on work. Like organizing the archives. And writing missions. And writing interludes that would be unpublishable until after the missions were published, when the missions wouldn’t be published until after she’d written them, which she hadn’t done, because she was too busy writing interludes.

Oh, and there was poetry and music writing mixed in as well. And all kinds of other work.

Eventually, all of this writing would get into the hands of her eager readers. And she was working furiously on it. It’s just that there was so much of it to work on all at once, and it seemed like everything took forever to get done.

But there were bright sides. It could be worse: at least she wasn’t like Thoth. That kid never seemed to even get started on anything of consequence.

Anyways, yes. She was making use of the downtime quite adequately. She’d even found another way to make more people think about Thoth (the agent) and Derik kissing passionately as they solemnly professed their love to one another. Nevermind how it was possible to confess love when your mouth was full of someone else’s tongue. There was enough impossible, unlikely, or just not-happening-in-this-timeline things happening in that scene that one more couldn’t hurt. This sort of thing was more Thoth’s game than hers, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Besides, at least she didn’t tease the ship in the middle of other stories where it didn’t even make sense to do so.

The point was, she certainly wasn’t looking for any crazy shipfest shenanigans. As such, the Ironic Overpower would no doubt ensure shipfest shenanigans would come knocking.

There was a knock at the door. Apparently, the Ironic Overpower wasn’t feeling particularly subtle.

Neshomeh sighed, putting away her pen, and went to open it. “Who is-” She paused, gaping at the exceedingly large, exceedingly yellow figure before her.

“Greetings.” said the man, his voice oddly… flat? It was hard to say. “I Am Rogal Dorn.”

Nesh shook her head rapidly clear it. “The primarch… right. Come in, please.”

The giant entered the room, taking a seat upon the floor. “I Appreciate You Allowing Me To Enter Your Domicile, Mortal.”

“You’re… welcome?” The formal speech threw the boarder slightly off-kilter, although it was easy for her to decipher it. “So why are you here?”

“I Have Come To Participate In This Festival Of Ships. But I See No Ships. Only People.”

Nesh gave a small laugh. This was definitely TTS!Dorn. “Ah… wrong sort of ship… this is a festival for… relationships.” Having grown more comfortable, she took in her visitor more fully. His yellow robe did little to hide the strength of his enormous frame. His close-cut grey hair nicely emphasized the definition of his face. And his moustache… Well, it was a very sexy moustache. Very sexy. Nesh didn’t think Dorn was supposed to have a moustache, but if the moustache was going to be this sexy, she didn’t mind.

“I See. Would You Like To Partake In A Relationship With Me?” Dorn’s monotone made it hard to make out the question, but it was there.

“I’m sorry… what?” Nesh blinked. “Why?”

“This Is A Relationship Festival.” Dorn’s monotone become noticeably deeper, throatier, and sexier, while also remaining exactly the same. “And You Have Caused Me To Become Extremely Aroused.”

Nesh smiled, maneuvering herself onto Dorn’s lap. “Well… I suppose it could be enjoyable to have some fun with you…”

“I Agree That Copulation May Provide Mutual Pleasure.”

“Mmm…” Nesh moved her hand up Dorn’s body to caress his moustache. His sexy, sexy moustache. “And where do you think that we should start, Lord Dorn?”

“Please.” Dorn moved in and kissed the eager boarder, square on the lips. He spoke in a whispered monotone. “Call me… Adorable.”

--

You probably will not understand like 60% of this if you haven't seen Rogal Dorn on If The Emperor Had A Text-To-Speech Device. If you have, then you're probably already hearing all the dialogue in his voice. Don't lie. :-P

The only other thing I'm gonna say is that this was stupidly fun to write. Seriously, this might be the most fun I've had all 'fest. Just maybe.