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I remember a few weeks ago Zingenmir was playing music in the group chat, but I couldn't join because I was technically supposed to have been at school. I wold be so happy to have another chance to be musical with you all.

Maybe we can decide on a tune (or five) for that drinking song!

--Key: can't sing, does anyway

She took a breath. "I mentioned earlier that I wasn't the one who wanted to come here, right? That's still true. And I still didn't come here looking for anything, especially not love or whatever the equivalent might be for one such as me. But not looking for something and not finding something isn't the same thing, as a certain memory has decided to remind me."

Lu looked straight at her partner. "I'm still not in love with you. I don't trust anyone this quickly, not with anything, especially not something important. It's just not who I am. But, I suppose, I'd be willing to continue conversating with you after tonight - if that makes sense."

(This is her way of saying that she likes Cat. Again, still not romantically, but she's okay with having her around - which, for Lu, is pretty good praise. She's no people-person.)

'No. But I-m bloody sure I-ve hallucinated something like that before, one-ve the times my audiovisuals broke. He looked up at her, tilting the ocular. 'Hang on, are you in Bad Slash? I would-ve figured you-d be a little more insane, from all the things I keep hearing.' He did give a brief consideration to the possibility that maybe she really was insane, and that her own biological audiovisuals, maybe plus a few more things, had broken. She hadn't tried killing him with a flamethrower yet, however, and as far as Finch was concerned, that was all that mattered. She could go around being as insane as she wanted to, so long as she kept that nozzle firmly in the opposite direction of him.

((What's the different, ridiculous thing you're doing? The, whatsit, lots of internal monologuing, or some such?

Also, have they actually, genuinely met? I can only remember that one non-canon RP that we all agreed to not remember. You know. The one where Finch became Abraham Lincoln. That one.))

Pleas have this bit of music as a welcome-back gift.

That's new. How can I join it?

But now I'm back! (Hooray)

I had the flu the other day it was awful.

...when posting something I didn't cowrite, I've generally opted for Livejournal. That's now Dreamwidth, though I haven't yet had the opportunity to put that into practice--the most recent thing I posted was, of course, a cowrite.

~Zing

"That was Lirene Sedai," Jon said. "My partner, yes, and we're both agents in the DMS. What Department do you and Duane work in?" He hoped that Duane--if he was sentient--wouldn't keep insulting him or urging Lou to leave. She didn't seem very inclined to listen, but Jon wasn't sure he could look at his eyeless face in the mirror if he were defeated by a maybe-sentient rock.

((I've actually started saying "Light!" as an exclamation when there's either no one around or no one who will judge me. It's so much more fun.

Hehe, I'm glad; that's what I'm going for. Actualy Myrddraal really are horrific, so I'm having fun making him the least horrific thing I can.

-Alleb))

He made a mental note to watch more Brotherhood when he had the chance. "So how'd you end up here? I don't think I've met an agent from FMA before."

decided that she would be flattered. In anyone else, this would be insincere. The smile would seem fake, it wouldn't reach the eyes. The general mood of the whole thing would go down, just a touch. This was not the case with someone like Lou, whose entire face seemed to brighten up.

'Aw, thanks!' she said. 'I don't know what those are, and Duane thinks you're subtly insulting me, but I don't think so. You're nice!'

She shook her head. 'I'm from World One. It's the boring one, and they don't have Arad Domans or Flowers or even Fades. Oh!' Lou started, remembering something. 'There was a woman! Was she your partner? Are you an agent?' There was, of course, an alternative possibility regarding a woman sharing a table with him on a night specifically designated for dating, but Lou very specifically went out of her way to ignore that one. It'd somewhat put a damper on the whole thing, she felt.

((Such a fun swear! I mean, look what we got today, in comparison. 'Drat.'

Bit boring, innit?

And I keep saying this, but Jon is bloody adorable and I love him. ))

I'm sure that was rattling around in my head somewhere when I dreamed this up. I don't drink either(?), but I love that song. ^_^

Thank you! These verses are great! {= D

~Neshomeh

I still wonder whether he (Steven) or it (the crib) was meant to hit the floor in Steven instantly dropped the half-built crib, and it shattered as he hit the floor, but was still beaten to the console by a furry blur.

HG

Now, we had dramatic readings, and have RPs going on on the Discord Channel.

Would there be any people interested in setting up a karaoke on one of the voice channels some weekend?

Maybe my show's not as well-known as I thought...eh, whatever. That's not as important as being sociable, she thought. "It's nice to meet you, Sonia. My name is Ami Seeker." She offered a hoof. "Your armor looks beautiful!"

The brave Etherlred was cast down dead
Defending Carby Keep from the troll:
Had his sword to its head, but was struck down by dread,
Sobriety'd taken its toll!

For every tall tale, &c.

A hardy sort guarded Sandorne Fort
They didn't need much to fight hard.
But they were quashed one day by an army of Fae:
They'd live if their cider'd been hard!

For every tall tale, &c.


--Key thinks this thread needs more Alestorm

Today we've got four big boxes of 'em. One with strawberry jam, one with custard, one with advocaat cream and one with rose hip jam. SO yeah, I'd say pączki and sufgania are pretty much cousins.

Pączki are usually covered with powdered sugar, icing, glaze or bits of dried orange zest (Remember Jacob Kowalski from Fantastic Beasts? His Grandmama was Polish!). As far as the Wikipedia says, the difference between pączki and berliners is that the former are made with "rich dough containing eggs, fats, sugar, yeast and sometimes milk."

...what goes into those, exactly? As in, the filling? Because I'd swear those are sufganiot (jelly donuts in the English, don't ask *me*). We eat them around Chanukah, and they're absolutely the most delicious things around.

...mainly, though, I'm just really glad you have them, because *everyone* should get to try a good sufgania-or-something-similar-to-one.

(I'd hazard a guess as to whether pączki and berliner donuts are the same thing or not, but that Wikipedia sentence is...kind of ambiguous if you don't already know what it's talking about, and I'm not sure. Either way, I can confirm that sufganiot don't tend to be filled with rose marmalade: they're more likely to have jam of varying types and qualities, chocolate, caramel...all sorts of things. If you're ever in Israel around Chanukah, check out the bakeries--they have SO MANY TYPES. And that link is just from one bakery, too.)

Anyway. The sufgania as a cross-cultural thing? I am SO ON BOARD WITH THIS.

~Zing

Another hard question. He definitely couldn't tell her he was from the Blight, because that would then lead to him having to describe what the Blight was. He also didn't really want to tell her the name of the continuum he was from, because then she could look it up, and then she would realize what he was and be terrified of him. "Oh, um, a bit north of Kandor," he said, his voice sounding like gravel being ground between two slabs of stone. "What about you? You look like you could be Domani," he said, smiling. Then he froze. Jon, you Light-forsaken fool, he thought. She might not think of that as a compliment! "Er, I mean, you look like you might have family from Arad Doman," he clarified. Sheep swallow and bloody buttered onions! he thought, and was slightly shocked by his own foulness.

((The Domani are universally acknowledged as a beautiful people, but their women wear incredibly scandalous dresses, hence Jon's backpedaling.

"Sheep swallow and bloody buttered onions!" is billed as "impressively foul language." I love The Wheel of Time.

-Alleb))

Aunt Wikipedia, do your thing:

"Fat Thursday is a traditional Catholic Christian feast marking the last Thursday before Lent and is associated with the celebration of Carnival. Because Lent is a time of fasting, the next opportunity to feast would not be until Easter. Traditionally it is a day dedicated to eating, when people meet in their homes or cafés with their friends and relatives and eat large quantities of sweets, cakes and other meals usually not eaten during Lent. Among the most popular all-national dishes served on that day are pączki in Poland. or berliner, fist-sized donuts filled with rose marmalade, and faworki, French dough fingers served with lots of powdered sugar."

So... have some plates of pączki. On me.

Was she meant to respond to that last half-audible comment? Maybe Lu hadn't even said it aloud -- some species with poorly-developed psychic abilities leaked stray thoughts, she remembered T'Magu mentioning, after one of their earlier unsuccessful lobbying attempts. She'd been somewhat drunk at the time, though.

The best course seemed to be to ignore the whispered comment, particularly since Cat didn't understand it. Then again, the only way to begin to understand something not understood was to investigate. Cautiously, of course. No assumptions should be made, and utmost tact should be used in the asking.

"You said something about seeking and finding? What did you mean by that?" she said.

"Although I didn't know that people could establish a being without a story to come from --" wait. Was that what that exorcist had meant? "Actually, I think I might have met someone in the same position. The partner of a Bad Slash agent I've been working with. He's a little fluffy crab-thing, very shy -- you wouldn't happen to know him?" Not even this narrator, with unparalleled access to Thorn's thought processes, knows how she decided what gender to assume Burd was, considering the Venusian bore more resemblance to an armchair than any man or woman she had ever met, nor how it occurred to her that Finch and Burd would know each other. Perhaps she thought FicPsych held a support group for non-humanoids hailing from unbuilt universes -- or perhaps she was desperate to keep the conversation going. Perhaps she didn't quite know herself. Small talk is terrifying that way: you must swing from one delicate, tenuous, potentially offensive rung of thought to the next. Thorn could navigate the aerial swings with surefingered ease, but once in a while she gripped something she wasn't sure would hold her and had to hold her breath and pray to Ghezen she wouldn't fall into the silent abyss.

((Trying something different here; it's probably ridiculous. Isn't that what RPs are for, though? Mucking around?

--Key needs to stop staying up so late))

I literally facepalmed at the mention of wings. Like, come on! How obvious of a Sue did the author want her to be?

A few errors I spotted:
1) I’ve got Lindsey’s third birthday party to plan next month, and now we’ve got a new baby on the way as well we’ve got to reorganise the second bedroom, not to mention the fact that I’m trying to petition the Flowers to give us a bigger Response Center, can I not trust you to stop Lindsey from trying to play at being an agent for five minutes?

I can tell that the effect is supposed to be that it all came out as one sentence. However, there would still be natural breaks in the speech. Consider adding a word (which would help with the natural rhythm of the sentence) and repunctuating, thus: "I’ve got Lindsey’s third birthday party to plan next month, and now that we’ve got a new baby on the way as well, we’ve got to reorganise the second bedroom—not to mention the fact that I’m trying to petition the Flowers to give us a bigger Response Center; can I not trust you to stop Lindsey from trying to play at being an agent for five minutes?"

2) Steven instantly dropped the half-built crib, and it shattered as he hit the floor, but was still beaten to the console by a furry blur.
As written, the crib was beaten to the console. One pronoun can make a world of difference: "Steven instantly dropped the half-built crib, and it shattered as he hit the floor, but he was still beaten to the console by a furry blur."

3) Before Sasha even had time to formulate a response her husband and the Ewok had stepped through a portal and into the word world beyond.
Missing comma: "Before Sasha even had time to formulate a response, her husband and the Ewok had stepped through a portal and into the word world beyond."
Also, "Word World" is capitalized.

4) With an exasperated sigh she reached down, picked up the broken crib and began to head into the bedroom.
Two missing commas: "With an exasperated sigh, she reached down, picked up the broken crib, and began to head into the bedroom."

5) Silently Wallis pointed up at the words, shaking his head.
When referring to the text of the fic, the word "Words" is capitalized. (You've missed this throughout the mission.) Also, you missed a comma after "silently".

6) Gods this is going to be a bad one isn’t it.
Two missing commas: one after "Gods", and another before "isn't it".

7) Wallis nodded, grabbing Steven’s arm and pulling him down behind a rock as Lion-O and Lena seemed to materialise out of nowhere.
Lena isn't a canon, and this is her first mention in-fic. Mark her as the Sue. Consider this fix: "Wallis nodded, grabbing Steven’s arm and pulling him down behind a rock as Lion-O and the Sue, called Lena, seemed to materialise out of nowhere."

8) And first charge, giving her own suspension capsule the exact same failing as Lion-O’s.
That comma should be a colon.

9) “Okay, yes, if they knew she was a Sue then they would be only too happy to see her go, but still…” his voice trailed off as he watched the words.
Capitalize the "H" in "his"; this is an altogether new sentence.

10) At least the lack of description means we could still be anyway,
"anywhere"?

11) She felt some satisfaction as
My brother will
I'm guessing that those underscores were meant to be em dashes?

EPL, did you receive the e-mail I sent you a few days ago?

Those sounded like magical, beautiful things - pacifistic creatures of goodness and holiness, possessed of blood that acts as a sort of reverse-acid, healing all things it touches. What luck! Lou was glad that she had abandoned whatever it was she had abandoned in order to sit here, doing this, instead.

'Oh, that?' she said, looking from Jon to Duane, Duane to Jon. 'Oh. Well, Duane just doesn't like people, so he only talks to them when he needs to, and he only needs to talk to people when he wants to say something mean or stupid to me.' She paused briefly in consideration. 'But sometimes people don't hear him and they think I'm crazy. But, gosh, I don't think I am. Duane would tell me if I was crazy!'

She tilted her head, looking straight at Jon's sunglasses. Her smile was unnervingly relaxed. 'Gosh. Where are you from?' she asked, half-certain it may have been somewhere in Russia. Russia seemed the kind of place to have Fades. Russia seemed like the kind of place where people had inhuman-feeling hands, and where Duane would feel immense, deep terror. She would have been very surprised if it wasn't Russia.