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... here are the things I said in these three posts which are actually true:

-'Bie' is a real Albanian word with the approximate meaning I gave, pronounced the way I said.
-Albania was Soviet during the Cold War.
-Flash animations were fun.
-There was a PPC Bravenet chat, which petered out somewhere around 2006.
-It was, I'm told, a fairly risque place.
-Newmoon was a PPCer (and I may even have talked to her via MSN Instant Messenger!).
-So were all the people I named in the third post!
-I don't remember Doc Filth and Dor from the Board.
-Araeph and I did indeed start the PPC Manual, and July started the Wiki.

So, really, there's a lot of truth in there! ... which was the point. A flagrant and ridiculous lie is far more believable when you construct it on true (or at least truthful-sounding) foundations.

-bie doesn't mean anything. And there is no conspiracy.

hS

A/n: So this is the second chapter! I'm sooooo sorry for the delay :( Anyway, lightfairy406 and I both wanted to do the challenge, so we thought we'd make it into a...a...I think it's called a 'round robin'? Weird.

Anyway! Chapter two ahoy! Obviously my style's a little different, but that's what makes it fun!!

Chapter 2

While Jessaminthe sighed over the 'oh so dreamy' agents, up on the stage there was some grumbling going on.

"I still don't know how you got me to agree to this," Trojanhorse--better known as Trojie--muttered. She aimed this at her partner, a tall redheaded woman named Paddlebrains (or, frequently, Pads).

"My stunning beauty?"

Trojie snorted.

"The way I hounded--ha--you until you gave in," Pads corrected. "It'll be a nice change, at least--didn't you say you wanted a break?"

Trojie stared grimly out over the colorful crowd. "This isn't a break. This is a punishment."

"At least you're both doing it," an Elf chimed in. He was Dafydd Illian, of the dark hair and (currently) grumpy expression. "Connie laughed in my face when I suggested it. She wouldn't even come closer than New Cal!"

"Tough luck," said Agent Suicide. He was giving the audience a stern look; it didn't seem to be turning anyone off. "Welcome to hell."

"Hell is empty and the devils are all here," Jay paraphrased cheerfully. "I think it'll be fun."

"I came out of retirement for this," Dafydd said to no one in particular. He looked gingerly out at the crowd. A small (but growing) contingent waved at him and giggled; he grimaced. "I regret it already."

*

In another part of the crowd, several small clumps of students had formed. One spoke in an overblown French accent, while a second was having increasingly more difficulty holding back laughter as he responded in an equally overblown (if rather more affected) German accent. Neither was paying much attention to the SO anymore. Someone wearing a nametag with a screenname possessed of too many Xes, the name of an Egyptian god, and some numbers was listening to them with great interest.

There were others, of course, but three stood out. One of these was a woman who might have been in her twenties but might also have been a teenager: it was rather hard to tell. She was bouncing up and down with her hands clasped together like an anime character, all but squeeing. Her name tag sparkled with glitter gel pen hearts and carried a surprisingly well-known name in the PPC fandom: JayBird.

Next to JayBird stood another woman, who looked to be roughly the same age--whatever that age was. She shifted from foot to foot, and sometimes looked around nervously, but for the most part her gaze stayed fixed on JayBird. She seemed almost...awed, if a little unsure. Her tag read 'brandywinebaby89.'

The third of their group--if it could be termed that--was yet another woman. This one looked as though, like Narcissa Malfoy, she had smelled something nasty. She looked down her nose at everyone around her, particularly the group with the accents. The only one to escape her disdain, apart from the Flowers and agents, was the fellow whose pronounced German accent was now slipping away in a tide of laughter. *Him* she looked at with approval.

Now, you will of course be attending classes beginning at... the Sunflower Official told them all. The telepathic voice reached everyone in the room, even if not everyone listened to what it said. It continued.

Up on the stage, Supernumerary pursed his lips and held back a loud sigh. This is going to be a very long year, he thought. We'd better get something out of it.







A/n: So!! I figured Lemony Eggnog was right, and the authors should go in too! Maybe we'll even see some subplots with them ;) Anyway, I've tried to leave it kind of open so that both lightfairy and I have something to work with before something really takes shape; hope y'all like it!! I had fun :) :) :)

Next chapter...well, I don't know what's happening next chapter, but I'm sure it's gonna be awesome! Take it away, lightfairy406!

((Hope everyone liked their cameos! If you didn't show up and you'd like to in future, just mention it in a comment.

Minis I've left for another chapter, once someone decides what they really ought to be. I vote against mini-minis--they don't seem quite as funny as, say, mini-consoles, and they'd probably get lost or stepped on a lot due to size. Also, they'd be more cute than anything else, wouldn't they? Except possibly the mini-Aragogs, who'd basically just be talking spiders of slightly above average size?

Also, EPL--I did consider treating it as an unplanned addition/takeover, but then thought maybe avoiding an IC fight would be good so the writing would go faster. Feel free to go "well, actually, I don't think you really understood when I said we should each write *our own version*, but...might as well now that it's happening..." or something if you want, though; Avlates can have problems with jumping to conclusions if you'd like.

And...that's about it. I don't know why I feel like I took a while to sit down and write this chapter when it's only been two days, but there we go: time stretches when you're exhausted.

Unbetaed, of course, because *come on*. I haven't even looked it over, though, which... /pumps fist/ Badfic GAAAAAAAMES

Anyway. Hope you enjoyed; please like and leave us a comment, or click below to subscr--

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They're pocket-sized versions of regular minis, specificially the most appropriate version for the character in question.

hS

This was the old days, when we were mostly fine with the Board and Chat being virtually separate manifestations of the idea of 'PPC community', rather than two parts of the same community. Some people I met on Gatherings - Doc Filth in '04, Dor in Philly - I'd never even seen on the Board, and that was fine. It's only the people who were in both communities that really saw it as a problem.

The shift, by the way, can be seen through the growth of other community spaces, and how they were presented. Check out the profile for the LJ comm - it's very clear that it's ancillary to the Board. FlamingoFeathers' backup Board, Araeph's and my Manual, July's Wiki - they were all tied to the /Board/, not the general concept of PPCishness.

It kind of ties into the rise in power of the Permission Givers, too. Why do you think we started electing them on the Board? Right - so that they'd be a feature of the Board, not someone you could just hit up in the Chat.

I wouldn't call it a conspiracy - that would imply active collusion - but Bodldops, FF, Newmoon, Araeph, the PGs pre-me... make no mistake, they all had the same goal in mind.

hS

I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories.

I mean, to this day, the Board and the Chat have different cultures. They're similar, but they remain noticeably different.

...Also, your post seems to imply that there was more to the story of IRC's death than merely the stated fall into disuse. Which is also interesting.

I have a very important question: What are PPC minis? O.o

Mini-consoles? Mini-Sues? Mini-SOs?

Help, these are all horrible ideas. {X D

~Neshomeh

"Because I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to help you to have standards. I'm trying to make you know that the world isn't pleased to see you. You aren't needed, or included, or loved; you are ugly, and superfluous, and ignorant, and you should be frightened, and meek, and grateful."
-- David Mitchell, That Mitchell And Webb Look.

((Of course, I don't really think that. I'm just doing this because it's funny.))

French accent in the writing, bad SpaG, tendance to write SIs overpowered, 'distant' relationship with canon when it interferes with the former... go wild.

"Pardon? Mai vriting iz peurfect. Ai don't want tou..."

*Clicks*

"Ai min, Ai'm olwayz hapi tou leurne more eubaout vriting."

... but it actually goes back to the early stages of the Board/Chat divide.

This would have been late '05, early '06, when it was becoming increasingly obvious that something was rotten in the Chat. (This isn't the IRC, but the one before it - the Wiki says Bravenet.) It had started out fun, but it had gradually developed its own, separate culture, with - shall we say - a distinctly higher rating than the Board.

I forget who it was that first coined the Boarder-in-Existence backronym (I wanna say Newmoon?), but I do remember having a conversation with her about it on MSN. It wasn't discussed on-Board, but her goal in coming up with it was to deliberately draw a line between the Board and the collapsing Chat. It meant that 'time in the Chat' didn't, in some sense, count - if you introduced yourself here, wandered off to the Chat for a year, and then tried to post on the Board again, you'd be a returnb(oarder)ie, not an oldbie.

It was subtle, it was clever, and given the Bravenet chat's vanishing in '06 or so, I think we can say it worked.

Any speculation about my own use of -bie terms, and how it ties into the timeline of the IRC's rise and fall, is left as an exercise to the reader.

hS

"Ruby chocolate: it's made from the Ruby cocoa bean. It's said to be neither milky, nor bitter - it's reportedly very light, fruity, and Angus Kennedy from confection outlet Kennedy's Confection even stated that it even acted as a palate cleanser, as it left the palate feeling "refreshed"."

AND

"Ruby chocolate has been tested and validated through extensive consumer research run by independent global research agencies Haystack and Ipsos in the UK, US, China and Japan.

As part of these studies, Ruby’s consumer appeal and purchase intent have been tested, indicating consumers would buy Ruby chocolate at different price points."

You can wind her up by using words longer than two letters. =]

Feel free to use xXthoth999Xx as well! Remember, his writing may vary in quality, but no matter what, he never knows canon properly.

And in a writing community like ours, great storytelling covers a multitude of sins.

hS

Nova, you do realize that it's not inexplicable that Sabaton songs match up with SF/F, right? It's perfectly explicable.

[Put on Internet Historian hat]

Well, I can't verify that first part, but the negative connotations surrounding newbies trace their roots all they way to the origin of the Internet itself, with Newbies blamed for just about anything. Any large enough community will develop its own newbie mythology.

On Usenet, this manifested itself in manners such as the "September" meme (although they were not called that at the time), seguing into the idea of the "eternal september", and a burning hatred of AOL, among other things. On 4chan, it's Summer and the summer[CENSORED], as well as other new[CENSORED], and constant demands on blatantly new users to "lurk moar". In many gaming communities, it appears as general attacks on "noobs", and a general expectation that they will complain about "hacking".

But in every community large enough, you should expect disdain for anyone foolish enough to reveal, either explicitly or through their mannerisms, that they are new.