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Her name's Habakkuk.

Methinks th'art slightly outmassed. =]

o-o-Why don't I throw some snowballs at hS, guys?-o-o

[SG Leto begins pelting Huinesoron with snowballs - until SG Nenya cannons into it, breaking it into pieces]

o-o-Owwwwwww...-o-o

[SG Leto is out of commission. Current Snow-Giver status: 18/19 operational.]

[hS, still covered in snow, races around at super-speed and resculpts the SGs to be unhackable.]

((Oh, look - we have a points system.))

((Also: there are 22 departed PGs by my count; however, Jay and Acacia never needed hats, and Desdendelle's hat went to Zing. So, 19.))

((Also, SGs have nothing in common with the PGs whose hats they are wearing. Names are used for convenience only, and reflect nothing of the people who used to be on the Board.))

((hS))

This is just how it ended up before I sat down to write.

On Tocly's end, I don't think she realized how bad it was. (I couldn't make a wow character look like my coolest HS friend.)

The views of my characters aren't my views.

It's like that recent Dove ad, maybe.

I'm also not up-to-date on whether or not fat people are an acceptable target. I know that non-europeans aren't, and I'm not even sure what the PC term is anymore.

I'm not even sure how acceptable it is to show people making non-PC remarks and then get disproportionately punished for it. (Or what appropriate punishment looks like.)

Short answer, I did not actually write her using a racist insult.

Hey, why don't you throw some of those snowballs at hS, guys?

- TOmash

Anyways, I always headcanoned the consoles as VT-100-type affairs, but a throwaway line from ToS means this is impossible. So the canon options in terms of terminals that really exist are cheap desktop machines, or X Terminals, which are cheap, rubbish Project Athena-type stuff from the early 90's... huh. guess that works.

Did you just say "I wrote my prospective agent using a racist insult"? Please tell me you didn't just say that.

hS

With the eggs thing, I was specifically thinking about the cafeteria. The story I tried to write around that ended up with someone insulting Maddie because she was fat, (whether or not he intended for her to hear it is something I haven't worked out,) her trying to ignore it... Tocly stepping in and I can't even describe what she said, (it was something really racist encountered by Martha Jones in the Family of Blood arc) and Maddie dragging Tocly out of the cafeteria before they even got to the food. Tocly didn't understand at that point that there's different levels to criticizing how someone looks.

"Oh, come on! That's not possible."

Selene sighed and looked up from her book. "That's the third time you've said that tonight," she pointed out. "What have they done now?"

"They're burnt on the outside but still raw in the middle!" Kaitlyn folded her arms and glared at the campfire. "It's ridiculous."

Selene raised one thin eyebrow. "Sorry, are we still talking about Merry and Pippin here?"

"Merry and--?" Kaitlyn scoffed. "Selene, sweetheart, if the fuzzies had set themselves on fire, I'd be a little more concerned than this."

"You weren't when they scorched themselves with that firework..."

"That's different," Kaitlyn said with a sniff. "That was comedy."

"For a given value of the word." Selene shook her head. "So who has gotten themselves burnt? With this fic, I really have no idea who you're thinking of."

"You have some really weird ideas about fanfic." Kaitlyn waved a frying pan in the air, sloshing hot oil everywhere. "My dinner, Selene. I was talking about my dinner." She tilted her head to the side, thoughtful. "I suppose it's not really a problem you'd face..."

"It's not usually considered polite to cook people before drinking their blood, no." Selene gestured upwards with her bookmark. "But I thought you were watching the Words?"

"No, you were doing that," Kaitlyn said. "Weren't you?"

The vampire fixed her with a level gaze. "Kaitlyn. I have a book in my hands. What do you think I'm doing?"

"... fair." Kaitlyn sighed and prodded the disaster of her dinner with a fork. "Do you think you can exorcise slash-wraiths with badly-cooked sausages...?"

~

I went for sausages over eggs because they make more sense to cook over an open fire, but exactly the same principle applies. You use the concept as a basis, and let your characters interact around it.

Also: this is exactly why we have the Permission Prompts in the first place. They are designed to be quirky situations which your characters get into and have an opportunity to show us who they are. If you're scrabbling desperately to find an idea for your Permission piece, just use the ones we worked so hard on! Seriously.

The 'normal', expected path for a PPC writer's first few stories is:

-Permission prompt showing their agents meeting/joining/whatever.
-Permission prompt showing a weird situation.
-First mission.
-Second mission.
-Probably first Interlude.
-Third mission.
-Branching out into different stuff.

Lily Winterwood had a lot of missions and interludes under her belt when she wrote the Blackout story. She knew how the PPC setting worked, inside and out, and had shown us that she did. That's why I was happy to let her borrow my character (Morgan), and why I was so excited to read it. None of us started out by writing epics, here; take it slow, and find your feet before trying to soar.

hS

Makkura suddenly flies up from the snowpile, shedding her coat, and pelts the entire battlefield with golf-ball sized hail.

See, she died from the cold and did a Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians.

Then someone from DMS promptly slew her in a shower of glitter.

This is a little bit like my headcanon...

Maybe more like https://31nswfs3qg8193cz720t9481-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/files/2017/05/1200px-Missioncontrolcenter.jpg where they seem to be trying to emulate that old-school console feel with LCD monitors.

Maybe they still use CRT because they seem to be able to withstand impacts better than LCD. Maybe they split the difference and put the LCD behind a pane of transparent aluminum.

BEHOLD!



This is the Amstrad Portable Personal Computer 640.

Attentive audience members may note what the acronym is.

I'm exaggerating a bit when I say it's the only story I want to write, but it's my strongest idea at the moment.

That story with my gnomish agent meeting Barid when she first came to HQ, I'm not really happy with the way I told it. I was thinking about asking Phobos if Barid and Tocly could be frienemies, but that one feels really premature in contrast to wanting to write a blackout story. (Especially when I'm wondering if Tocly will ever work.)

I did hear about a Purim party when I was lurking. I do have an idea where there is a question about the tastefulness of wearing Mageweave Robes when they include a stole.

I also have other ideas... but how do you add interest to a story where it's about a character complaining that the whites of her eggs are so overcooked that she can't cut them, but yet the yolks are still runny. (I cooked eggs that did that the other day, so it's somehow possible.)

I think I did a PPC HQ arena once, completely changing everything in there? And-

Wait. This was just a ploy to get me talking, wasn't it? Everyone knows nerd-sniping is my only weakness! [Flings snowballs at Ix and looks around frantically for a Snow-Giver]

hS

You're a day shy of being here two weeks. It's a bit premature to be plotting an Emergency-esque event. Also, if that's honestly the ONE story you want to write, you are missing out on a lot of what the PPC has to offer. Yes, the Blackout was fun at the time, but there will be plenty of other fun events. I guess you just missed the Halloween RP, but hang around, and something else fun will happen that won't require rehashing a thing that was cool partly because it happened spontaneously.

~Neshomeh

*Makes tiny snowman as the snow melts* Ends up looking like one of Calvin's snow creatures as it meets its demise.

It was below 0 C here at night for a couple of days, but the precipitation went south of us.

...going to turn into another round of PPC Hunger Games.

Say, can't that random generator also be tweaked so its events are custom-made?

I seem to recall that there was a problem when JRR stopped spinning for a bit, (since he's such a powerful source that other authors are actually taken offline when he overspins) but I can't seem to find the stories at the moment.

One of my favorite stories is "Plotholes and Meatloaf and Angels, Oh My!"

Basically, the one story I really want to write involves some sort of power outage and the intrusion of a canon world into HQ. I'm even thinking about trying it for my permission piece since the prompt I've been trying won't cooperate.

What I've been kinda mentally messing with is one of the plothole stabilizers went down, which resulted in about 1-10% of Headquarters reverting to the canon worlds they cut through.

The amount of HQ affected can be larger if there's a lot of interest, but I want a large enough portion of HQ unaffected so that the people who don't want to participate in the emergency are so far from the problem that they can go years without hearing anything about it.

I noticed that Archway makes a type of cookie called "Wedding Cake" so I'm giving you a packet.

Now to plan our defence against the next attackers...

[Sets to work trying to build a wall, but the Snow-Givers keep blundering into it and knocking it back down]

... -_-

hS

Let it be known to all present that I, sonofheaven176...

am celebrating my birthday today!

Yep, today marks 30 years since I was born, and I am hoping that the upcoming year may be better than the one I left behind.

Then again, own personal ice cave, I'll probably suffocate after falling asleep from boredom.

Yugioh, Jojo, Doctor Who, Gundam, Pokemon, MTG.

[Grabs a shovel and starts burying Makkara's personal tenturtle in a mound of snow] Muahaha.

hS

Not literally, but back when I had troubles with public transportation in winter, my dad bought me this coat.

It was some sort of down ski-jacket that was waterproof, and it was so big that I could squat on a bench and get my knees to my chest inside it, so personal tent.