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Oh my gosh, it's so good to hear from you again! How are you, how's the husband, how're the kids? What have you been up to? What grades are your kids up to?

We're working on making the invite link to the Discord chat, but it seems to be acting up—actually, I think Maslab just solved it. Anyway, glad to see you again, and can't wait to hear from you in the chat!

—doctorlit may have yelled your name out loud in a high-pitched voice when he saw it

Try this: https://discord.gg/YwHFh

Hello PPC.

I was thinking about dropping into chat, and found that it is a different beast these days. I was wondering if I could get an invite?

While we do appreciate your interest in us, we don't all sit around formulating questions in case something like this happens. All of us have things to do - work, school, et cetera - that don't involve the PPC in any way, shape, or form.

I don't mean to come off as insensitive, or rude, or even just plain mean. That's not what I'm trying to do here. I'm just saying to be patient.

And also, here's a funny question for you. One of my two "hired mercenary" characters tends to throw insults around a lot when angry. What are your favorite insults to use against Mary Sues and OOC characters (and some obviously silent things you've thought in the direction of their authors)?

Insults from that particular character I've come up with so far: "Succubus", "spawn of an Eldritch being", "writhing ball of fanservice", "To call you by that name would be an insult to the real one!". Can't wait to hear what y'all come up with!

-Twistey

I guess I was just thinking of the effects of a bad fanfic, then. Plus the fact that there's dispensers of Bleeprin everywhere and a Bleeprin version of everything? My idea is that it probably would make sense that some nameless, faceless NPC has a Bleep addiction, it's just that the PPCers themselves seem to steer clear of making their agents Bleep addicted due to the fact that drug addictions are a serious topic and easily trivialized or turned into offensive humor. (Which I respect completely.)

About the agent: Yes, I do know that. (For once I know something. Take that, everyone! Haha!) If I join, I'm the PPCer, not the agent. The agent is the character I create for missions. However, my characters-that-were-going-to-be-agents are somewhat based on me, much like many folks' agents are (probably because it's really hard not to want to directly feel the satisfaction of killing off a badfic, instead of having to distance yourself from the character and not feel quite as strong.)

I'm guessing that what suggested that idea to you was that I mention how "I can't really join" and stuff? Yeah. I can't be a PPCer, or at the very least, since you say that being active makes you a PPCer, I'll have to be a secret one. I just can't let them know that I'm here. All because killing fanfic hurts authors' precious little feelings. (Even though bad fanfic hurts feelings too - ahem: trivialization, blatantly discriminatory authors, and tragic backstories done horribly wrong.) So yeah. Have I explained everything enough?

-Twistey

Replay can be seen here.

It looks like I'm not going anywhere today. I'm free.

Holo-Acacia: I don't think that was an overreaction. There are only three things The Phantom Menace should be praised for: the soundtrack, the final battle, and Ewan McGregor. Everything else is just the start of a long, bad road.

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Hey hey, it's lab time! The whiteboard has been cleared off of most of the technical information: right now, it's being dominated by a list of pros and cons regarding the Star Wars prequels. Daphne and Tess are standing in front of the board having a very heated debate.

TJ: I'm certainly not saying that it's a work of craft, doctor, but you have to admit that Revenge of the Sith had its moments—

DStA: I ADMIT NOTHING!

TJ: Doctor—

DStA: A few solid moments do not make up for multiple films worth of poorly-conceived, poorly-written drivel!

The debate continues, but it's at this point Naas pokes his head into view very close to the camera.

NGvH: Ah… sorry for this, everyone. We were discussing the events of the last day, passions flared, and well… here we are! Uh… I suppose I should say something like 'we're very proud that Holo-Acacia now has the most kills in the Games.' Because we are. We're just… distracted.

He coughs.

NGvH: Um… good day.

The camera feed cuts out.

Holo-Acacia: Water. Yeah. Great thing to give a being made of electricity and light. Thanks.

Weapons, on the other hand? Much better gift! Especially when it's a gift you take for yourself!

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We return to the lab. A few more notes have been added to the whiteboard, most notably "THEFT PROTOCOLS=GOOD" and "MORALITY PROTOCOLS NEED WORK." There is now also a trolley with several jars on it. Every jar seems to be filled with some sort of jelly. The technicians are currently huddled around these jars.

TJ: So it appears that concrete, when shot with the Jellificator, becomes boysenberry jerry. But wood becomes gooseberry jelly.

DStA: Still no grape?! Dah! This is maddening. More targets!

The camera feed ends.

Holo-Acacia: Jelly.

She holds up the Jellificator and blows across the barrel (despite the fact that there is no actual smoke coming out of it).

An important part of any balanced breakfast of butt-kicking!

You know, 'cause you put jelly on toast. Or a bagel, I suppose, if you're more into that. I think I screwed this up. Can we do the bit again?

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Back at the lab, a whiteboard has been set up next to the monitor, which now has a shot of Holo-Acacia curled up next to Evangeline. On the whiteboard are various technical doodles and random brief notes. One such note, "HUMOR PROTOCOL NEEDS WORK," has been underlined. Only Naas is present, and his attention is focused on the monitor.

DStA: (From somewhere out of sight) Naas!

The quarian quickly taps a few buttons. The monitor changes, now showing the jelly incident on a loop. He turns to face Daphne and Tess as they step into view.

NGvH: Doc?

DStA: Have we gotten that information on the jelly gun yet?

NGvH: I got waitlisted. The tech said the request needed to be put through to Makes-Things.

TJ: But he's in the Games right now!

DStA: Ugh! The tangled weaving of this department continues to frustrate me. Naas! Get it through other means.

NGvH: You mean hack our own systems?

DStA: I would never say that.

She turns to the whiteboard, picks up a marker, and writes "DO IT" in big green letters.

NGvH: You got it, doc.

The camera feed ends.

((OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to post these, I've been getting bogged down with RL stuff.))

Holo-Acacia: So yeah, the leg thing…

She looks down at her leg, which occasionally glitches and flickers like an old CRT monitor.

I really have no idea how that happened. I can still walk and everything, it's just kinda weird.

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Back at the lab, all three technicians are gathered around a monitor. It is showing a loop of Holo-Acacia toppling inelegantly out of a tree.

TJ: How… did that happen?

NGvH: Could be some sort of technological incongruence between her hologram and the holographic arena. Electromagnetic interference?

DStA: We need to run tests. Tess! Fetch Holo-Jay, three interns, and two large industrial magnets. Naas! Book us a holodeck for the afternoon and collect the necessary PPE. This needs to be replicated!

Daphne finally notices the camera.

DStA: Ah! Well, ah… Holo-Acacia persists, despite this… injury! That shows the durability of our technology and the expertise of our programming! We look forward to seeing Holo-Acacia continue to make strides.

The camera feed ends.

Sorry for the long wait! I had a lot going on!

Anyway, Eusabius' Day 1 interview, at long last:

Eusabius: "I... did not expect to go out so quickly. I am almost disappointed, to be honest: I was taken out well before the games could truly begin. Well, I suppose there is always next year of course. We can try again then, and hopefully I will go further then."

Would you be free any time today? I'm availlable anywhere after 3:30.

I mean, it even says on the Wiki that nobody has a Bleep addiction as far as we've seen.

Also... just to clarify, but you know it's not you joining as an agent, right? Because some of your messages on the Wiki suggest otherwise.

I'll be available largely anytime after 12:00 Eastern Time

Lu'ci'ten Gyrvain
I am not a hoarder, little voice in my ear. I'm looking for something to use for shoes, since the ones that let me survive well are gone.

...okay, fine, maybe I wanted the dragon for another reason. It's been a long time since I've flown, after all! And the food was nice. But that doesn't make me a hoarder. Even if I did technically steal from a Districtmate.

Also, Cupid: Pity that you're out. Remind me to find you back at HQ - you were a good fighter, as far as I could tell.

Just needed clarification is all. And bleepolate... there's a Bleeprin equivalent of everything, isn't there?! I don't particularly like Bleeprin; I prefer to just tough it out (or avoid the really weird stuff in the first place), since I've heard that Bleeprin is addictive.

-Twistey

E.V.L.: "...I'm becoming more and more convinced that the one bloody kill I've had was just a fluke. If I don't get another before dying, Pony Boy is NEVER going to let me live this down."

Cupid: "That's what I get for trying to talk people into appreciating my sense of humor, I guess. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to snag a few rounds of the good stuff... It's been a long week."

Backslash: "Oh, don't mind me, just trying to survive out here... Everyone else be damned by this point..."

Suta: "When's the next meal? I'm staaaaarving!"

Jack: wearing the stupidest grin "LIGHTSABER DUELS! Ah, nothing finer. You do a couple of backflips, a couple of impractical, flashy sword swings, shout something vague about the high ground, and boom! Guaranteed win. That's the most fun I've had all games. . . . What are you looking at me like that for? I didn't keep it, no. That'd be all against the rules and stuff." nods sagely

"And yeah, Dax and the Enervated Rat Catcher there were good guys. 10 out of 10, would hunt—er, well, work with again." cameraman brings up Dax's interview "Oh, she mentioned me? What'd she do that for?" stares at the camera in utter confusion