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Sorry you had to wait so long.

I quite liked both prompts. They have a good amount of humor and do a good job of showing the agents' personalities, and I especially loved the arc about the console from one story to the next. My only lingering question is: how did Effie manage to lose a box of TNT on the wrong side of the room? A precise military-type personage ought to keep better track of such things, I'd think, so a little explanation wouldn't have been amiss. It didn't bother me too much by the end thanks to the payoff with the console, but still, something to be aware of. {= )

I'm happy to see a new DOGA team, and I look forward to seeing them take out the "assains" and burn the bloody mansion in the COS in that fic. Blessings of Kanun and Spelin be upon you!

~Neshomeh

"Feen!" she hissed, clamping a hand down on his shoulder and pointing at Spanky. "Clown! Scary clown! Bad clown!" She immediately drew her finger pointer and extended it, holding it like a rapier. "If he asks you if you want to see a magic trick, say no!"

His Lordship does, after all, have many matters of great import to attend to, especially since the council has concluded.

Sir Tomash writes down his requested arms and hands them to Freckles

Could you please give this to him when he returns?

(( Thanks! Have a good/successful/fun/... whatever it is you're up to.

- Tomash ))

The Musician walked over to the piano, and reached out to play a sad tune for Spanky.

"I am curious," she said, "but you know what happens to curious cats."

"Such a pity." The clown said, then reached into its back pocket and pulled out a miniature grand piano. With a flick of the wrist, the instrument assumed a more regular size and thudded to the balcony floor, at which point the creature vaulted to lie upon it in a pose that was obviously meant to be seductive, but most certainly wasn't. "Ah, well. Probably for the best. I suppose you wouldn't be able to make it through, anyways. After all, if my dear thief of a friend couldn't, how would you be able to?" The creature moved to examine its fingernails, a grotesque expression of exaggerated disappointment on its masked visage. "It truly is a shame, though. After all, there are such lovely prizes for anyone who can make their way through."

"Picking fights at a party?" The Musician asked. "Doesn't sound like the best of ideas."

After a most satisfying success by Atlus' standards, Persona 5 is having an anime version due for 2018. ^^

Hoping that announcement is a sign of many other things coming from Atlus Like a Persona 5 Crimson...

I indeed get Twilight flashbacks when I saw some of the passages quoted (Why did I ever read that?).

The mission was also an interesting read, and I like the idea you got of having Ix affected by it like this. Makes for an interesting idea to use for other missions...

Are you planning to add this to the wiki, or would you mind if I did it?

~Neshomeh, PPC Archivist

It makes me so happy when things like this aren't just left to die. ^_^ It's also comforting to know I'm not the only one with ten-year projects still waiting to be completed, and that people are still excited when they get done, even if they weren't around for the beginning. It's just... nice. {= )

And I enjoyed the report, too! I'm dying to know the details of what's going on that Alec isn't telling us, but since I'm not brave enough to wade through the RP site myself, I guess I'll just have to wait for more from you. I am Jack's captive audience!

~Neshomeh

40 days ago, I requested permission. Two weeks later, my permission giver begged off, citing Life Reasons. He transferred my request to Delta Juliette. It's been 22 days and I haven't heard a peep from her. Not even a 'Hi, I exist.' My permission request is on the third page now with no sign of ever being answered, so I'm reposting it. Here are my prompts:

Two agents sat in RC 113a. One, an anthropomorphic fighter plane, was performing maintenance on her main gun. The other, a human woman with gold eyes and long black hair tied back in a ponytail, was using said eyes to attempt to glare lasers at the RC's console. This did not work, due to her unfortunate lack of laser vision. After several silent minutes of fruitless attempts to destroy the console with her gaze, she asked her partner, “Effie?”

“Yes, Min Ra?”

“How do you manage to keep so calm all the time, what with that Agni-damned console that you refuse to blow up and won't let me burn going off at unpredictable intervals? It's hard to even complete a firebending form without that blasted thing beeping!”

“It is our duty as PPC agents to be ready at all times to exorcise the influence of Mary Sues. I rather look forward to it,” Effie Raptor answered.

Min Ra leaned forward from where she was sitting on her bed, pondering what her partner could possibly mean by that. She was looking forward to being woken up at any hour of the night...day… however time worked in HQ. How was that kind of attitude possible, unless…

Min Ra suddenly sat up straight.

“I got it!” she exclaimed, “it's reverse psychology! The console always beeps when you don't want it to, so if you want it to beep, it won't and you can get some time to yourself! I'm gonna try that!”

She then stared intensely at the console with what was probably intended to be an eager look. Effie, curious about what would happen, observed her quietly. She didn't have long to wait before Min Ra's attempt turned up a result.

BEEP!

“Darnit!”

Min continued to curse at the console as it lit up and displayed their next mission, like always. Effie made sure to read all the data and conceal her smile at Min's expense, and Min Ra got their gadgets ready for the assassination to come. Oh well, maybe she'd get the trick to it next time.

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In all of Min's experience, Effie Raptor was not someone prone to being frantic. She had never yet observed her partner being anything but calm and precise, presumably because being distracted at Mach 2 and 30,000 feet would likely result in a death that would be quite spectacular to anyone but the unlucky fool who had to experience it.

And yet, there Effie was, nearly tearing the RC apart in search of something. After a few minutes of Effie fruitlessly looking for whatever she'd lost, Min decided to ask her, “What's lit your hair on fire, Effie?”

“I lost a package of TNT.”

Min replied, “Okay, that's bad, but-”

“I think it's on your side of the room.”

That got a response. Min immediately got off the bed, declaring, “Okay, I'm looking. I am not risking getting blown up in the middle of firebending practice.”

Min started looking through her stuff, searching for whatever it was that Effie had lost. She had turned her living space into quite a mess by the time she realized she had no idea what she was looking for. She knew what TNT was, but she didn't know what this particular batch looked like. So she asked Effie, “Um, what should I be looking out for?”

“An unpainted metal box, small enough to be held with both hands-” Effie began to respond, before Min interrupted. “You've got tons of those, you even gave me a few when I broke my shelf last week.”

Effie shot her partner a disapproving look at the interruption. “And it is clearly labeled 'Trinitrotoluene, 4 kg'”

Min Ra thought for a bit. “Wait, you meant this box?” she asked.

She then rearranged some of the mess to reveal a small metal box, one of several around. The difference was that this one was entirely unpainted and very clearly labeled 'Trinitrotoluene, 4kg'. Min handed it to Effie, who looked rather surprised to see her problem solved just like that. She asked Min: “How did you miss that one?”

Min shrugged and said, “Didn't know what I was looking for and thought it was the one I stored my firebending scrolls in.”

Effie stared at her partner with something resembling visible disbelief. “But it was clearly labeled with what it was. How could you miss it?”

Min Ra was confused. “No it wasn't. It's labeled trinitrotoluene, and you were looking for TNT,” she told Effie.

Effie, exasperated, corrected her. “They are the same thing. TNT is short for trinitrotoluene.”

Min sat there for a few moments in silence, blinking and taking what was, in hindsight, freaking obvious. 'Trinitrotoluene' was rather unwieldy to say in casual conversation, and English was very conducive to shortening long words. There didn't seem to be any more she could say on the topic, so instead she apologized. “Sorry about the mistake. I really hate contractions. Pictographs are so much more straightforward.”

Effie reassured her, “That is comparatively unimportant. Rather more important is that you ask me what you're looking for before tearing up your room. That will take hours to clean up.”

Min Ra sighed in irritation. Like many teenagers around the multiverse, cleaning her room was very low on her (metaphorical) list of things she liked to do with her spare time. So she pleaded with Effie. “Can't I just leave it like this?”

Effie, now that the trouble was over, had resumed her cold and emotionless demeanor. “Your neuralizer is part of that mess, so no.”

It took a while and much more foot-dragging, but eventually Min Ra cleaned up her side of the RC under Effie Raptor's watchful eye. As Effie kept pointing out more important things that she'd missed, either accidentally or on purpose, Min hoped that the console would beep and she'd get a mission she could use to procrastinate her room cleaning.

But, in accordance with the Laws of Narrative Irony, it never did.

"I'm not so intent on exploring the house that I need to deal with this." He raised his cane, readying his magic in case something happened. "I'm very tempted to follow the traditional solution. If you say I should, I definitely will." He started backing towards the stairs.

But, um, once he gets back next week I'm sure he'd be happy to help.

Freckles, what are you doing? Don't you know who that IS?

The College of Arms is open to all, Sandra. I'm sure I read that somewhere.

Yeah, but there's all, and then there's.'all'...

((Sure. But probably not for a week or so. hS))

Hey, there! Just want to say, I was really excited to see you pop up again, and then really excited again when I realized what you were posting! I had read the blurb about Valcentica on your characters' pages on the wiki, and was really curious to see how that situation would play out in story form.

I love that you decided to go (basically) journal style for this. Alec's narrative voice still carries all the attitude and pride of his spoken dialogue, even without Kitty to play off of. The sudden time jump, and then continuum jump, at the end are wonderfully startling, after the "opening data" staying largely irrelevant for the early parts of the story.

I hope we get a bit of follow-up to this, or maybe see Kitty's version of things? It does feel like there's more to learn of this event.

I look forward to seeing your spin-off continue, too!

—doctorlit, loving PPC history getting filled in

Because I just had an idea for Sir Tomash's Inglish style heraldry.

Split the shield bend sinister. The top and left section has a white background with a green (that shade of green you get on some old computer terminals if that's possible) lightning bolt on it, while the other half (bottom and right) has an open book, filled with some sort of writing, on a black background.

Hope that all makes sense

- Sir Tomash, Lord Protector of Ozerboard etc.

'What do you normally do when a close friend mysteriously dies?'

I recognized the story within the first few lines, and basically went, "Oh, it's this! Yesss." Because I vaguely remember reading something about it and wishing that more of the story was already out.

And now it is. Lovely.

I'll admit it was slightly confusing to sometimes have reports out of order, but at the same time, it kind of worked stylistically. Over all, I enjoyed it a lot; it was a fun read, and it was good to see Agent!Alec again, though I kind of missed Kitty--their dynamic's always been enjoyable, and though I do understand why her appearances/mentions were fairly minimal, I still missed seeing more of her.

Ah well.

Also, the field reports structure looks *fun*. (Which reminds me, the time skips at the end were pretty amusing.) I kind of want to play with it myself more, if I could find a scenario where it makes sense. Though now I'm just thinking of a mission report by diary entries...

Anyway. Nicely done! That was very fun to read. I'm glad you finished and shared it.

~Zingenmir, who was DawnFire until January

"This is not good," they muttered, trying to pull everyone else away from the door and the... Clown... thingy... person. "Let's not go in there. It seems like a very, very bad idea." They were twitchy, seeming ready to bolt away from anything that might be thrown at them, sleeves rustling in a pattern that might be familiar to someone who had been observing them earlier.

The door shudders and jolts. From its bottom, a green ooze begins to seep onto the balcony floor, before covering it in entirety. After a mere moment, the ooze is absorbed into the very being of the flooring, and takes on a reflective sheen. Within the mirror's depths, a figure begins striding to the surface before emerging into the material plane, still walking up the very wall itself for a full two meters, at which point it falls towards the ground. Before striking the surface, however, it arches its back, rolling into a reverse somersault, then propels itself into the air in a double flip, landing with its back to the group and arms raised above its head. Upon realizing it's facing away from the group, it turns and re-emphasizes its pose.

The clothes the figure wears are an odd sort. The left side is a dull bronze in tone, while the right is a vibrant purple, both richly patterned, and a linen shirt below. The pants feature the same purple as the coat, and the same patterning as well. Upon its face is a brightly patterned mask, twisted into a manic grin. Its build is thin and whip-like, with long and lanky limbs. Also long was its hair, gathered together in a high horsetail, with a darkened appearance.

"I see that somebody wants to get into Spanky's Funhouse!" the being exclaims, seeming almost to flow towards the group, the mask moving as though it were the thing's own face. "You've got the wrong door, though! It's over here, you see." It sidles over to the door on the rightmost wall and opens it, spilling out a cloud of noxious fumes. "Oops!" the creature yelps, quickly shutting the door. "Wrong door!" It waves its hands towards the door, and the surface takes on a mirror sheen. The door is reopened, revealing a brightly lit room with vibrant coloring, and a cheery, jaunting tune with no readily discernible source. "Ah! Here it is!" It gestures for the group to enter, contorting its entire form into the motion. "Come now, and let's have some fun!"

((And so enters Spanky the Clown, at long last! For the actual appearance of the clothes, he's wearing Sheogorath's outfit from Skyrim, and for the mask, he's wearing this lovely little piece: https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/mardi-gras-mask-beads-1699285.jpg. As for the music being played in the Funhouse, it's this nice little tune: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axUhLTD19xo. Hope you guys have some fun with him. [insert sinister chuckle here]))

Definitely a sweet story! For me, though, the highlight was how you describe the TARDIS's perception of time. The peeks into alternate timelines and the future is really interesting, especially with how matter-of-fact the TARDIS is about their existence. It also makes for an interesting show of how the TARDIS's mind is both similar to ours, and different, because while she can feel bad about the Aviator's team being dead, and missing them, it's also fully aware of the timeline where they weren't ambushed, and regards that timeline's existence as a mere fact. Very creative and original!

—doctorlit is still going to review every posted story from now on, he swears

And I am proud to know my ship is sailing mighty fine!

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Okay, thank you Olivine for almost bouncing off of the Fourth Wall. Very nice nod to Rina :D

Okay, Olivine is definitely me. Let others fight, I'll just be over there, providing commentary.

Aaaand the end, which I'm still squeeeeeing over. That was completely and totaly adorable, and I just want more of S.S. Tooth & Claw!

He looked up at the ceiling. "Is this revenge for the seduction comment the other day? If so, I'm sorry." His apology made, he walked up to the door and stroked his chin under his mask. "Hm. If I'm right...I'm WW, the holder of the classes." He tried to open the door.

...you see another code. Of course.

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