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And like I said, Jared is perfect for that prompt, so I'm not complaining.

hS

...Thought I guess God himself is unavalible. Therefore, I invite Haruhi Suzumiya from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya to the Party.

I probably should have phrased it as "What's DAS-DIG"? Sorry. I also suspect that was a joke that just flew entirely over my head.

I can also reroll the prompts if you like.

And... yikes, did you choose Jared for that specially? It's a pretty perfect fit.

hS

(Names in the subject line if possible, please; it helps people skim the thread and join in. :) )

hS

Also, throwing another challenge into the ring:

Agent: Jared

Prompts: One agent discovers a way to travel into the PPC’s past and alter history; the other tries to convince them not to do it.

OR

One agent has to choose between their partner’s safety and successfully completing the mission/defeating an enemy (third options are allowed).

An ambitious man, a user of ancient magic born from a religion more ancient still, brought low by love and turned to darkness and vengeance...

Can I invite Imhotep, of The Mummy filmography?

Alas, not really.

This is a game, probably a fairly quick one. There is a theme to the people I will allow at my party, and your job is to figure it out.

All you need to do is reply to this post (or my latest post in the thread), with the subject line "Can I invite X?", where X is the name of the person you want to invite. Throwing in a 'from [canon]' is useful, too, and please make it someone I can look up (ie, someone who has an article on a decent wiki somewhere).

I will either reply with 'Yes, you can!', or 'No, but you can invite' and someone else who does fit the theme. And then someone else replies with their next proposed guest.

If you think you know what the theme is, suggest a guest who meets it, and give your guess at the theme in your post. Be sure to stick it behind a spoiler block, such as this one:

Spoiler SPOILER spoiler spoilER SPOILer sPoIlEr SpOiLeR spOILer Spoilerman Does Whatever A Spoiler Can don't spoil my er How do you solve a problem like a spoiler? Spoi spoi spoi spoi spoiler SPAAAAAAAACE! Sorry about him. ~spoiler block

A name doesn't need to be accompanied by a theory - you can just suggest people to gather information. When a few people have gotten it right, I'll confirm it. :)

You can invite someone from any canon (though steer clear of real people). If there is potential for doubt about which version you're thinking of, go ahead and clarify.

So let's get this party going! Darth is feeling quite lonely right now...

hS

Spoiler SPOILER spoiler spoilER SPOILer sPoIlEr SpOiLeR spOILer Spoilerman Does Whatever A Spoiler Can don't spoil my er How do you solve a problem like a spoiler? What do you call a one-eyed spoiler? Spoi spoi spoi spoi spoiler SPAAAAAAAACE! Sorry about him. ~spoiler block

Is that enough? I'm running out of ideas...

hS

I might be biased because I helped make them. But still!

"The ex-PPCer plucked at the charred edge of his coak"

Is that meant to be coat or cloak?

The email was sent before this post, but only noticed by me after.

I will delete any further copies of it I'm sent.

hS

If Bramandin really wants Kelly and September moved to "Out of Continuity", she has to find somebody else to do it for her. For obvious reasons I can’t appear to support revoking Permission for not following the Permission Prompt Guidelines to the letter.

On a meta note, Tomash should be allowed to post here.

HG

with being on a list of people to have Bramandin's phone number. I do not believe that Bramandin has good intentions in their interactions with the PPC. The complaints Bramandin puts forth here are near identical to the ones from years ago. There is no demonstration of acceptance of personal wrongdoing on their part.

I feel like every interaction I have witnessed since returning is manipulative with the purpose of attaining recognized victimhood. This actually seems to be a near obsession, that the PPC must be forced to admit that they victimized ZDimensionsa years ago and then to proceed in giving them the attention they feel they deserve. All the attempts to make themselves seem like the reasonable one(the posts below for everyone else to wait until the dust settles), and the more mature one (see the posts they are still posting on the Grand Concilliary the last couple of days) are, in my opinion, just bait to get everyone to let them by with their behavior. Any apology they give is just a ploy to get them clear for a little while to attain what they actually want (see the beta request they have thrown into this thread. I have observed that several threads they have begun with high drama and then roped people into feeling sorry enough for them to attempt to beta for them after they had just behaved badly toward their betas).

I do not buy the argument that it is a misunderstanding at this point. It has been explained, many, many times, and Bramandin has explicitly stated in her email thread that she intentionally manipulates the folks here. This is what people who are emotionally abusive do. They turn everything around until they are the victim. They demand apologies from others for their behavior. I am too tired right now to go through all the posts again to link it directly, but I have the distinct impression that some of their posts fit well with the concept of 'negging'.

Undoubtedly the next response from her will be a nearly incoherent, non-sequitur filled rant that indicates that I am a horrible bully. I am saying undoubtedly, because that is the exact pattern of behavior that has been followed since 2014.

I believe that my questioning of their motives did not come through strongly enough in my earlier post. Or maybe it was my stated desire to not cast a vote due to my relative newness and I had not read the email thread yet, so they have now cast me as being on 'their' side. For explicit communication here. I am not. At this point if it comes to a vote, if my vote counts for anything, I will vote for a ban. I do not believe Bramandin is good for this community or that their intentions are in anyway good.

I feel very strongly about what I am about to say here. Being autistic is no excuse for their continued behavior as being autistic does not in any way mean 'incapable of learning'. A mistake may be made in entire innocence one time, but once it has been explained, it is arguably not made in innocence the second time, and definitely is not made in innocence after the fiftieth time it has been explained. It also does not mean, 'callous disregard for others as emotional beings'. It might mean that the person gets through an entire conversation and only hours later realizes that the other person was upset due to poor reading of the situation, but does not mean that when they realize the other person was upset that they then feel nothing for the other person.

Autistic people are not sociopaths.

It's never given me any problems, probably because I never use it for anything. ^_^

hS

I'm working on a reread of Discworld at the moment; I'm currently in Witches Abroad, and loving every minute of it.

hS

*dons lilac*

It's the Glorious 25th of May, and that means a momentous day in fandom: the anniversary of the People's Republic of Treacle Mine Road, the anniversary of the first release of Star Wars, and Towel Day.

Happy Geek Pride Day!

Elcalion, who was there

I cannot speak for anyone else; however, I am not angry for any of the reasons you state.

I am angry because you show no respect for the opinions of others. Nobody has wronged you, and you have wronged others; people have told you so, but you can see no further than your own grudge.

I am angry because you have now twice broken your ban - especially so this second time, because you have lied to the community since your return.

I am angry because of how you treated Neshomeh when she tried to help you, even keeping secret your ban violation for you.

I am angry because of how you use your autism as a shield to deflect valid criticism of your actions. Again, I cannot speak for anyone else, but I don't believe there has been a thread debating whether to ban me (if there was, someone please link it, because that'd be a hell of a thing to miss), so people are clearly tolerating me despite my own issues.

I am angry because you still aren't listening when people point out your troublesome behaviour. You don't consider what they say; instead, you deflect.

I am angry because you appear to be making no effort to improve yourself. You are blinded by what you view as an injustice against you, and you refuse to grow past it.

I am sorry that we cannot help you. I am sorry that the community failed you when you first arrived. I am sorry that the only thing that can keep you from harming the community further is the banhammer. But that is how it is. This isn't how it had to be, but it is how it has to be now.

Agent Huinesoron (DOGA/SIELU/DAS-DIG, depending on who's asking) strolled along the 'Green Stuff' aisle of the General Store. Every few steps, he pulled a box or bag from the shelf, and added it to his increasingly-overstuffed basket. It wasn't often, after all, that you could even find fresh vegetables in HQ, and there was an interesting salad he'd noticed on a mission in Dorthonion that he wanted to try. He'd need grapes from the vinyards of Dorwinion (into the basket they went), celery from anywhere (a bundle of Sphinxian imports followed the grapes), and of course, fried-

There was a swish from behind him, and a level voice said, "Put down the mushrooms and step away from the shelf."

Huinesoron turned slowly, and had to forcibly restrain himself from looking twice as far down as was actually required. "Agent Kaitlyn," he said, doing his best to smile. "It's been a while. Why are you pointing a stick at me?"

The not-actually-hobbit woman brandished said stick. "This is a Muggle-use wand," she said, "ten and a half inches of applewood with a unicorn hair core. It could blow your pointy ears clean off."

The elf frowned. "I thought those things didn't work in HQ. That's what you told me about mine…"

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. "That was a clever lie." Without looking away, she flicked the wand in the general direction of the end of the aisle. "Incendio. Now hand over the-"

"Hey! Do you mind?"

Kaitlyn looked round guiltily at the couple a few steps down. A tall, dark-haired man was patting out the flames on the hem of his coat, while the woman with him tried to stifle her laughter.

"I mean, I know I'm a pyro," the man said, glancing up, "but this is ridicu… oh. Priestess Kaitlyn."

"Um." Kaitlyn flushed slightly, and did her best to hide her wand without actually moving. "Your High Priestiness. Hi."

"Just Dafydd will do." The ex-PPCer plucked at the charred edge of his coak. "Ah, well, I needed a new one anyway. But," he added with a scowl, "that doesn't mean I wanted you to set it aflame."

"That's his job," his wife said with a wink. "Hi, Kaitlyn."

"Agen- um, Constance." Kaitlyn chewed on her lip for a moment. "Sorry about the… the fire thing."

"Good." Dafydd let the blackened fabric fall from his fingers. "Why the pyrotechnics, anyway?"

"I think she was showing o- ah. That is to say." Huinesoron thought for a moment. "We were having a discussion. It got out of hand. Greetings, sir."

Dafydd seemed to register him for the first time. "Huinesoron," he said, the Quenya name flowing smoothly in his lilting accent. "Elen sila… well, no stars here, I suppose." He shook his head slightly, and then his gaze sharpened. "Actually," he said, "you're just the person to sort out a little dispute we've been having."

"Oh, you're not going to--?" Constance folded her arms across her chest. "Really, Dafydd?"

"What?" The elf spread his arms. "If you won't see reason, it's perfectly legitimate to ask a third party for advice."

Constance snorted. "A neutral third party, yes. Not another member of the Noldorin Supremacy Club."

"I wouldn't say I thought-" Huinesoron began, but Dafydd barrelled right over him.

"It's not being Noldorin that makes me superior," he said, then stuck his tongue out at his wife before turning back to Huinesoron. "Imagine, if you will, that you have been sent to hunt down a Suvian who utterly upends the entire history of our people. Do you agree that you would have a greater right to kill her than your partner," he waved one hand at Constance, "who simply objects to the way her Lust Object is treated?"

Huinesoron considered this. "It does seem rather more significant," he mused. "I think I'd certainly want to-"

"Oh, come on." Constance planted her hands on her hips and scowled. "You can't seriously value ancestry over character! I mean, would you say I had the right to the kill just because we were in one of my Dad's bo-?"

She stopped abruptly, ignoring Huinesoron's curious look, and turned to Kaitlyn. "You're with me on this, right?" she said. "I mean, if the Suvian was meddling with Luthien or whoever, you'd want to take her out, right?"

Kaitlyn held up her hands. "Hey, don't drag me into this," she said. "I'm just here for the mushrooms. Besides, I'm DCPS; I don't kill people."

Huinesoron glanced at her, his brow furrowed. "I thought you'd transferred to Floaters."

"I'm temporarily assigned to Floaters," Kaitlyn corrected with exaggerated precision. "I'm still a caseworker underneath. Just like these two," she flicked her wand at Dafydd and Constance," are still retired even if they're taking on this mission of theirs."

The couple exchanged a startled look. "We haven't got a mission," Dafydd said. "What are you talking about?"

Kaitlyn glanced from him to his wife and back. "The one you're arguing about," she said, "with the elves and the Lust Object…?"

"Oh, that's just hypothetical," Constance said with a flick of her head. "It didn't come up when we worked together, so we never really thought about it."

"Then why are you here?" Huinesoron put in. "In HQ, I mean, now that you're retired."

"Because it's next to impossible to get groceries out of season in Malij," Dafydd said. "Like tomatoes, or… mushrooms." He reached over and plucked the carton out of Huinesoron's hand, tucking it one-handed under his arm. "See you around. Connie - run."

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This was fun. ^_^ Writing should be fun, and having a challenge - like shoving four characters and two dissonant scenarios into the same story - makes it more so.

Nor was it particularly difficult. Because I know the characters I've created - hS is a Noldo trying to work through his superiority complex, Kaitlyn is a bouncy kid who really wants to be a hobbit - I knew straight away how to get them into this situation, and how it would unfold. hS has never shown an interest in cooking before - fine, I'll make it something non-Elvish (so he's experimenting) and specifically highlight that it's a rare opportunity. Send in the mushrooms, and the conflict is established.

I have to credit Kaitlyn for the idea of Dafydd and Constance's argument being hypothetical. I could have written it as literal (they're the sorts to push their way into a mission, and I could've come up with something they needed to buy from the Store to make the kill), but it would have deprived me of the gag at the end.

In terms of the writing, most of this sprang full-formed. My original plan ('plan' in that it was the idea in my head when I started) was for Kaitlyn to blow up a shelf, and for her next line to be 'Hand over the mushr- omigosh I'm so sorry!'. I dropped that in favour of the continuity nods - except for Constance and Huinesoron, all of these characters have history with each other.

The final gag was a late addition, too. Originally, they were going to be in HQ to pick up the proper ingredients for lembas (which, again, you can't get in Malij), but the opportunity to slap on a cheeky ending was too much to resist. :)

This story (which clocks in at just under a thousand words) is sort of halfway between a Permission piece and a general ficlet. It takes a stab at introducing the characters - it tells you that Kaitlyn acts hobbit-like but isn't one, and throws Dafydd's personal superiority complex out there - and their relationships (the 'sir' in hS's greeting to Dafydd speaks volumes), but it doesn't descend into 'as you know, we retired almost ten years ago now, because...'.

Then again, it doesn't need to. Agent bios are there to catch anything untoward in your backstories and powersets; Permission pieces are supposed to show off your writing and your characters' personalities. I think (hope?) I've done that.

Concrit is of course welcome; I'll be inserting this story somewhere on my site (unless there's serious problems with it that I've not noticed).

hS

I can't think of any reason I would want your phone number.

You have demonstrated here, in what is currently your most recent post to the Board, that you still - after three years - do not understand what you have done wrong, despite what must be tens of thousands of words by now explaining it to you. Are you proposing that sorting out your sleep schedule will somehow allow you to change that?

hS

I am angry. People don't seem to understand why.

People are angry at me because:

I won't stay silent about them wronging me, and it makes them feel bad.

I have tonal problems, and am perceived as negative when I mean good.

I miss subtle clues.

I agree with my concritters, which makes me argumentative.