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Zeb: "Like I said, I'm gonna win this for the Aviator and Elanor! Oh, and Ave—if you're watching, give her hugs for me!"

Dax: "Man, even though we're in the middle of a giant death arena, that Cupid sure knows how to have fun!"



The Aviator saw the interviews, saw the news of the Detective's elimination, and turned off her console. She quietly carried a snoozing Elanor to his response center to see how he was doing.

Ten Knuts says Zeb kicks it next round in a fiery explosion.

Still at the same link.

In which I get my wish, and I utterly crack up.

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Rhys and Rhys are both girls, and while Dax's default form is female, she turns into men so often he just picks up whatever pronoun seems most fitting at the moment.

... I realize that I forgot Caprice and Voltarmi are on the same team and have, in fact, met before. *facepalm* If I may, I'd like to revise her final paragraph:

"Unless I find Voltarmi first. I saw someone riding on her back for just a second as I was zooming through the air. Why didn't I think of that? Next time, that's gonna be me!"

~Neshomeh, dork.

There's half a dozen people in here that I've had to contextually guess genders for (the website requires either an M or an F, so 'they' isn't an option). Then again, I think someone's referred to Morgan as male, so what goes around comes around... I'll add her to the list of things that need tweaking between updates.

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POST-QUALIFIERs:

Alleb

A pit. I fell into a blasted pit! *sighs* Well, at least Sir Jesse remains within the arena. Perhaps he will be able to get some decent training. Oh, Sir Yocherry died as well? Perhaps I can train out here, then!

Jesse

*slightly wild-eyed* Get me outta here! First I got roped into huntin' down other tributes--hunting them--and then I ran into the clown and her partner, and ended up tryin' to kill someone again! And now Alleb's dead, so I ain't gettin' any sympathy outta this. Soon as I'm outta here she's gonna want to know what I learned. *pulls hat over eyes*

Errant

I found Catcher! And he didn't even kill me! I also met this Morgan lady and someone named Jack. They seem fine. Hope we don't end up killing each other! I wish I had my scout rifle and my Sparrow. Then this'd be really fun!


DAY ONE:

Alleb

Give them a left hook, Jesse! Now the right! Show them the error of their ways! *camera is knocked over by over-exuberant swordmaiden*

Jesse

Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I almost died in there! *nervously glances from side to side* This is worse 'n waitin' on an ambush from the heights.

Errant

Whoo, that was close! Almost got caught by those two. I wonder where Catcher's gone off to, though; I can't find him. I left to find some more weapons and told him to stay right where he was, but when I came back, he was gone! I hope he didn't get hurt somewhere.

((Btw, Errant is actually female. Es not very important, though. ^_^ ))

-Alleb

Yocherry
Nevermind about that 'smash' thing I said. Nevermind that. There ent smashen, not today.

*He punches the wall to his side, leaving an imprint of his fist.*

I'm usually better than this! Sorry, fox-fellow.

The Enervated Rat-Catcher
The only fing I wanted, in that moment - the only fing I could have dreamt of, in that moment. All I wanted - all I ever wanted, in that moment - was that chocolate. And they took it. They bloody took it. They could've killed me, but they took the chocolate, instead.

They'll regret that, they will.

If they're in my district, alright. This is totally fine. Yup. Ignore the burning house, everything's fine, really.

Michael

I am not quite sure what it is that causes others to run from me when I am only looking to work with them. It is quite unfortunate. However, I shall attempt to make the best of this, of course. It will simply require some careful planning. I had best take advantage of every weapon that comes to hand. ... Oh, Excalibur? Yes, it might have been rash of me to discard it so quickly, but I do know something of Soul Eater. I believe it was Rule 58 that was the final straw. ... You may ask him. I am attempting to forget the details of that particular encounter. Perhaps I should have taken the warnings of the pixies at face value, however, I was rather curious to see precisely how irritating Excalibur is in person. This was a mistake on my part.

((Also, this day's title. Thank you. Thank you so much.))

A Somewhat Unique Circumstance

"Hi all!

Since I probably won't be able to officially join you guys (my parents don't seem to understand that you're not actually that serious about what you do and instead see you as some sort of self-appointed fanfiction cops), I'd like to create two independent characters, sort of hired fanfic mercenaries who aren't part of the PPC, but look up to you and reference you frequently (perhaps even using a few techniques they learned from the Wiki, without the equipment, of course.) Aside from the fanfic reviews they do, I'm thinking of making a sort of "Main Arc" animated series, in which they get hired for a mission by the PPC (and maybe join up with a couple agents) to cleanse a badfic that I'll make up for the sake of the plot. Since it involves them getting hired by the PPC temporarily, but it's not exactly a PPC story, would I or wouldn't I need permission for that? I promise I'll follow the rules of PPC content if I do need permission (and hopefully if I don't, too, since a lot of those rules are no-brainers for someone as into writing and character creation as I am).

(This is the same person who asked about examples of the PPC uniform and removed an extra L from the C-brian page. Until I get a Wikia account, my Scratch username is twistedwindowpane and you can find me there. However, by the time I create the Main Arc series, I'll probably have moved on to Newgrounds, so keep an eye out for that.)

Thanks!"

-Twistey

And why is it legal? One slurp for an intense, hallucinatory high?! That (and the "gyrating fir tree") is perfectly absurd -- and hilarious. Which is a good description of this story :)

I have one question: where are they? I'm guessing Rudi's: eventually the Notary mentions they're sitting at a bar, and she does have the Rudi's accounting dataslate with her (although she could presumably carry that with her to work on wherever she pleased). But I think this story would be better if the location was made clear earlier on in the story.

Not to mention, how many people are around? They don't seem to be concerned about other people overhearing, but the conversation isn't too personal -- and they're both being influenced by various substances which lower inhibitions. Still, it's strange that they're basically alone until Wobbles calls over the barman. And then suddenly there's a Flareon passing by in the middle of the description of Wobbles' drink, a Flareon who is never mentioned again. If you're trying to use this random passerby to add a sense of place, that they're somewhere semipublic, I'd recommend introducing that descriptive element earlier in the story -- adding it halfway through is a bit jarring.

On the whole, this is a very sweet and funny story. I like how the Notary's relationship with Wobbles is evolving, and how close they're becoming ^.^ So cute. And so much of your phrasing is spot-on ("left behind like a badly-developed photo of someone else's skiing holiday" has to be my favorite).

I love your writing style and your characters. Keep up the good work!

--Key

Hey there! After reading the Board FAQ and realizing I don't have to put down an email after all, I'm here!

I don't think anyone's seen me yet, but I've been doinking around on the PPC Wiki a couple times, mostly asking questions on the Talk pages. (The one I'd most liked answered is on the Permission page, and I tell you more about myself and specifically why I can't join the PPC there.) Just want to introduce myself.

Also, I've got an author who I'd like you to help out with writing (and/or spork if she turns out to be a problem): MissC3PO on Archive Of Our Own. She's an IRL friend-ish of mine who writes a lot of fanfic, and I'd really like y'all to pop in and give her some advice. (Warning, some of her stuff is really weird. I'm talking not just M-preg but *robot* M-preg.)

So, anyway. I'll try checking the board for a response, but if you really want to reach me quick, any PPCers who are on Scratch can go to my account as said above. Nice to meet you guys!

-Twistey

The nurse's verdict was that Agent Katcha had broken her hip. Not to mention, she was nearly hypothermic. With only one Bad Slash team working the Grishaverse, she'd been sent places no elderly Vulcan should have been able to survive. She'd been caught in a snowstorm at the Ice Court courtyard, running from a troop of heavily-armed bit character druskelle soldiers. Her partner, Agent Kiber, hadn't been able to stop her from losing her footing on the ice bridge and slipping, sliding, and landing at an awful angle. They'd abandoned the mission half-completed: Kiber wrapped eir feelers around her and tugged her through a portal straight to Medical.

Now eir partner was immobilized in a contraption of ropes, IV tubes, and heating pads. Lights flashed steadily and gizmos beeped. Her hair had wormed its way out of her meticulous braids and fell haphazardly around her face. Her eyes were closed. Kiber stared hard at the system of plates and pads around her chest, noting with desperate relief each tiny rise and fall. The nurse put her hand on Kiber's sailfin.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"She's fine," Kiber replied. "She'll recover. And we'll finish that mission. Tell the. . . tell whatever stupid Flower we're supposed to answer to that we'll be done before ey knows it! Right, Kattie?"

The beeping gizmo beeped again. The nurse awkwardly rubbed eir fin and wondered if she needed to call in FicPsych, or a nurse better trained in bedside manner.

Katcha's brow wrinkled, and her eyes snapped open. "Kiber, I hadn't thought your species was deficient in memory. I specifically asked that you not use that nickname for me."

Kiber shrugged the nurse's hand off and bared eir teeth in the Venusian equivalent of a grin: "If I stop, will you finish the mission with me?"

Katcha raised her eyebrows. "Of course I will. As I was saying, your list was missing a vital charge for throwing Wylan out of character. I understand that his personality doesn't interest you, but that's no excuse for. . ."

As she prattled on, Kiber gave the nurse who hovered with a worried look an eyeless tentacle-glare, and she slunk off.

((A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this! I don't think the fic they were missioning exists, but I wouldn't be surprised if it did. The title is a saying from the continuum the mission was set in, Six of Crows. It's a farewell that means something like "good luck" or "I believe in you." I might use this as the beginning for a Permission prompt one day, since I took my inspiration from a random prompt I rolled (one agent breaks the other out of Medical). Feedback is of course appreciated!))

Post Qualifier:
Evelyn: I'm disappointed. I wasn't able to make a flamethrower before the Qualifier ended. Ah well, better luck next time.
Day 1:
Evelyn: No chocolate, and no fires to cheer me up. I wasn't even able to find anyone. I'll have to do better next time.

E.V.L.:
- POST-QUALIFIER: "I amn not sorry, Kur'nak. Not at all. And hey, Anneli died, too, so I suppose I got everything I wanted in the end. Oh, and Curff? Don't pat yourself on the back just yet. You're next."
- DAY 1: "Everyone within these halls should be thankful that I'm not the horror I was at my full power. Not just Richard. As it is, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get to know him and his team better, but that's something for another day. If Pony Boy allows it."

Cupid:
- POST-QUALIFIER: "NO. ENOUGH WITH THE FIRE. NO MORE FIRE. Ugh, anyway. I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone nice turned up in these games, huh? Lucy, I don't even know you, but if you ever hear this, call me!"
- DAY 1: "Listen, Zeb. NOBODY touches the chocolate. NOBODY. Be glad there was enough for us both, because if you EVER take ANY of my food away from me, I will find you. And I will END you."

Backslash:
- POST-QUALIFIER: "The good news: At least I survived the qualifiers. The bad news: there goes any chance of Luxury and Whitney ever being able to exist in the same room together ever again. At least Calliope and Barid were actually decent..."
- DAY 1: "Finally, my kind of expertise! I really hope I can make something useful outta this stuff, especially if it manages to give me a tactical advantage later!"

Suta:
- POST-QUALIFIER: "Yawn. Less meds, more meat."
- DAY 1: "In my defense, I thought that was a food crate. Gosh, I hope Ami wasn't one of those people I stepped on when that happened - I'd love to get her to ride on my back again sometime!"

(Just checking in between work and job apps and stuff. Go Team Skarmory, obviously! E.V.L.'s sadistic choice in the qualifiers is my favorite part so far, it's hilariously awesome and so, so her. XD)

Shiro and Saki
(because them both crafting potion means they were together, right?)

Shiro: So, this morning I tried teaming up with this Barid dude... I think he was a troll? The good kind of troll, though. Anyways, we tried taking down this crazy girl, but she managed to get away.
Saki: I'm sure you'll get her next time! Anyways, we ran into each other afterwards, and now we're crafting potions!
Shiro: I never thought it was so simple... or it is only in this simulation? Anyways, I can sprinkle poison on out weapons to improve our fighting ability-
Saki: And I've made plenty of healing potion if Shiro gets hurt!
*Saki hugs Shiro, who blushes*

Ami

I hoped to find something better than this old hunting rifle, but it still got me a kill - Eusabius, was he called? Anyways, when a big man with a pike meets a small girl with a rifle, the big man is a dead man.

Too bad I've lost track of Acacia - we would've made a great sniper team. But now I'm working with a sentient T-rex. Yeah. I'm wondering if she'll let me ride her?





And so, we have the PPC version of ARK: Survival Evolved? https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2b/ArkSurvivalEvolved.png

Because the enter buttons on trackpads are deserving of a fate worse than death,

The Detective: Claps Jack on the back."There might be hope for you yet, stabbing someone in the back like that! I'm so proud."

Jack: shrugs "Learned that trick from a demon, thought it might work here. Glad it did."

Pre:

The Detective: "Hmm? Oh, I've only done this because Jack wanted me out of the house, and I think it'll be an excellent tactical exercise. The fact he didn't want to go is merely a bonus."

Jack: "Look, I've not been in here before for a reason. Too much like frigging hunting for my tastes. Never knowing who's gonna stab you in the back, either, but if it stops Dee brooding . . ."

The Detective: "You wanna talk about brooding? Put you within five feet of an Impala and watch what happens. People'll drown in the 'feelings.'"

Jack: "Says the Time Lord. Don't you guys get a racial bonus for angst roleplays or something?"

The Detective: mutters "It's only plus one."

Legard: Well, I'll grant you this, Yocherry, the Notary was indeed strapped to a jetpack, and the sight was indeed really funny. Sorry for killing you, but I'd have to turn my back to you, while you were lying just next to all of these weapons. The Evil Overlord List spoke.

And I guess I was lucky we were so soon in the competition, so I could convince Von Lilith of not killing me. If half of the things about her are right, I'm not tempting my chance against her.

Rhyslea: "Do you hear me? That wasn't curare! Whoever's up there laughing at me because I died from tasting curare, knock it off!"

Zeb: "So, uh, I got all this chocolate in the hopes it would convince others to team up with me, but I guess it's not working so far..."

Dax: "Haha, did you see their faces when I did that? Turned into a Sue and scared everyone off? That was awesome! Haven't needed to kill anyone yet, but when I do... well, I've got nineteen levels in fighter and one in barbarian." He briefly shapeshifts into Bruce Banner. "You won't like me when I'm angry."

Shimon:

*sits composedly in front of the camera* Well. I do not pretend to understand the lucid and ephemeral nature of these holograms. Some trick or flaw in their design is the only possible explanation for what happened. Rest assured, Albert Sproggins, Former Chicken Soup Machine Repair Man, that if ever we met under similar circumstances in reality, any wound you had the misfortune to inflict on me with your pathetic weapons would be quickly healed once I tore your flesh and consumed your unworthy peasant blood, an honor you don't deserve, you miserable little cretin! *whoops, yeah, he's mad; his feathers are all ruffled* *the camera quickly turns away and flicks off*

Caprice:

Best. Day. Ever!

Okay, so I'm standing there in front of the Cornucopia, right, and I'm looking at all this stuff. Lots of great stuff. Food, weapons, tools, you name it. But just before the buzzer goes off, I see it: the jetpack. I don't have time to think anymore, so I just go for it. It's total chaos; it's like everyone was in there, which is nuts, right? But I make it! I grab this thing, I pull it on, and I'm trying to figure out how it works when I see something coming at me from the corner of my eye. I'm like, "oh, crap, I'm done for!", but then I hit the button, and I am out of there! Whoooo! What a rush! I am so sad it only had enough juice to get me to the SciFi Sector, you have no idea. But hey, best place to maybe find another one, right?

Unless I find that dragon first. I saw someone riding on its back for just a second as I was zooming through the air. Next time, that's gonna be me!

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Don't worry, Shimon will get over it. He's not actually into biting people; too intimate and messy. {= )

~Neshomeh

Lu'ci'ten Gyrvain
Well. That was... interesting.
I didn't even have a weapon yet. Am I so fearsome that the sight of me causes others to flee? Admittedly, it was incredibly amusing to watch, but still.

And anyone who tries to say that the replicator breaking was my fault is delusional. I don't care how the footage looks. It was in no fashion my fault.

Calliope Istoría
ELIMINATED: 46TH PLACE
I... died?
Well, I guess I should've seen it coming. I got a little carried away with my victory yesterday, and I didn't really think about the fact that I was fighting a representation of Acacia Byrd. And Ami, but she was focusing more on whatever-his-name-was. Bussy! Let's call him Bussy.

Personally, though, it would have been lovely if I had been one place up. I like fives more.
...Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, that's the only reason. It's really rude to imply that I would have an ulterior motive, you know! *begins muttering* Even if I usually do...

Translation: I BLAME THE CLOWN!

Matthew: Okay Ajax, that was uncalled for. All I suggested was a team up but you went all mental on me. Dramatic Soap Opera Music plays I'm hurt, my own partner, attempting to strike me down!

A single tear is added in post-production

Ajax: Currently unavailable for comment. Currently running laps around the Digital Division. Suggest playing Deja Vu with footage.

Levy: Is the whole deal of men chasing after me going to be an ongoing thing now? Because I don't like it.

Ellie: Well hiding that dragon was a good mental exercise. Speaking of which, you may want to turn around.

The Camera flicks around to see a tree, smoking at what is assumed to be nostrils.

The contrast between Morgan's and the Notary's first days was just too appealing.



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