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Hello, friend! Welcome to our organization! As someone dear said to me when I first joined, "Come in, sit down, rest your weary legs... no, not over there, that's where we keep the poisonous spiders."

And a lot of other stuff. Sitting down is dangerous, it seems.

But here! Something with which to defend yourself! Assuming you can use them properly, that is.

The gift in question: a full set of dice. The pattern is your own to choose; the shapes are all your favourites - d4, d6, 2d10 (for probabilities), d12, and the ever-important d20. Use them well.

Please have this bit of Bach and your standard-issue hamster.

Wow, first glomp ever... Huh... Okay, feels kinda nice.

Anyway, welcome! Make yourself comfortable and... have this box o' Cocoa Puffs!



Somebody lovely will probably provide you with a Discord link later!

The corner of his mouth quirked up a bit in a smile, but that dropped as he recalled what had happened last month. "On the other hand, my partner is responsible for the hole in the wall of Response Center 11235813. I am sorry for that." He noticed Finch's eye looking around, seemingly nervously, and wondered if he really ought to have said that.

...as his nervousness increased with every syllabe that Lou uttered. She was absolutely past flamethrower-crazy at this point and had reached the fabled ranks of the metastable-insane. As awe-inspiring as was this sight, Harris wasn't feeling particularly impressed with this. He was almost certain that Lou would explode if he pointed out that maybe, just maybe, Duane wasn't as talkative as she thought he was.

"Intelligence, yeah," he said, nodding. "Nothing extraordinary, y'know. I'm just the one who has to deal with the fics first. Thank me later, huh?"

Sorry for posting last time without introducing myself. I'll just do the introduction now and get it over with.

Hi, I'm KoolKoopaGirl, and I'm...I'm strange, to say the least. I'm cuckoo-cah-RAY-zee! And no amount of therapy is gonna fix that. WELP.

I have already performed 2 WHOLE EDITS on your wiki! Here's the link to my profile! http://ppc.wikia.com/wiki/User:KoolKoopaGirl Also, who's willing to bet I'm totally insane?

Anyone?

No?

Okay then.

WAIT! I should mention I am REALLY into Harry Potter and writing Potterfics! ...Though I have done poor ones in the past. But I'm better at writing now!

Anyway, byeeeee!

I have found a new badfic, everyone! It's the Cliché Storm with an OOC Tornado and it's called "In This World and the Next".

Here's the link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5627314/1/In-this-World-and-the-Next

Zeb and his temporary partner Dawn get a Harry Potter harem fic that leaves them wishing for copious amounts of brain bleach. Warnings: trivialized rape, non-con, and student/teacher. NSFW and probably NSFB, depending on the reader.

(Set in August 2016)

'And, yeah, he's my partner. I don't know what his backstory is except that he met me one day and then started being a giant butt.' She shot a glare towards Duane, as she said this. 'And I don't think he'll ever tell me because he's a giant butt.'

'What about you? Duane says you're in Intelligence.'

He forced a smile as his hand was vigorously shaken around by Lou. "Always good. Yes, not bad. So, er... From which department do you come from? Floaters? DMS? And, uh..." He looked at Duane.

"Is this your partner? What's his backstory?"

The boy was on edge-- the tension in his handshake betrayed his nervousness. She didn't blame him, though: Michael looked as if he had never so much dipped his toes in the dating pool before.

"I'm in Intelligence," she said. "Assigned to watch over the incoming badfic... and this guy over there." She waved her hand at Harris, who looked as if he was literally trapped between a rock and a madwoman. A part of her wanted to stand up and rescue him from his torment, but she couldn't just leave Michael as-is.

"Okay, honest question and expecting an honest answer," she said to him. "How old are you, and is this your first time putting yourself out there? Because, uh... you look pretty young to be chatting up a 21-year-old. No offence."

Oh, bugger me, thought Finch. Not in a literal sense, the date just started and now I don-t entirely trust this person he added, to straighten the record with himself. 'Should-ve figured you were a bloody agent. Who isn-t a bloody agent, here?' He shook his ocular sadly. 'Operations. We-re the frowning bastards who get pulled over to fix up all the hallways you lot mangle. With your bloody flamethrowers.' And his ocular jumped and gazed and looked, searching for any stashed away flamethrowers in the general area.

Gosh. Should I be flattered? I kinda feel like I should. ^^;

Well, I have a couple pictures in my Photobucket of me in high school, if you want those for reference, though one is very low-res and in the other <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/Neshomeh/Merlin/neshmerlin.jpg">I'm sideways and have a kitten's foot on my face. I have long hair in the first one, though. {= D

There's pictures of Phobos around, too, should you decide you want them.

~Neshomeh

The effect was more of words bursting from her mouth like shrapnel, as opposed to her sitting back, considering the question, and delivering an intelligent, well-researched discourse. 'Gosh, I dunno. You just don't seem very Harrisey,' she said, shaking his hand. 'I think it might be your nose. Duane, what do you think?'

She looked at Duane for a moment, before rolling her eyes. 'He says that it's because I'm an idiot who couldn't tie her shoes within the span of a week.' She took a sidelong glance at Duane, before looking back at Harris. 'I can, for the record, and I'm very happy about it.'

Some part of his being was whispering to him that he was going to have to try a little harder to if he wanted to catch Miguel's attention. Perhaps it was something about him having cut off in the middle of his sentence. Unfortunately for that little part, it was ever so quiet, and so couldn't actually commune with Apecian to tell him to clean up his speech, too. He paused to think about the question. "About six months, I think," he finally said. "I'm not sure about that, though. I can't ever remember to keep track of time, most days. But, yeah, about that long. So, where do you work? I mean, what kind of continua. And department, if you feel like it."

'Hello, Miss Nalleb-' He shook his head. 'Alleb, pardon me.' He extended a bony hand. 'I am Bernhard Bingard Bingle, but most people call me "Bingle," or "You." How are you?' He leant in a smidge. 'You look terribly nervous, you know.' Bingle, himself, didn't look particularly nervous at all. He didn't look anything beyond placid.

"Come on, host, you go to all this trouble setting up a fancy room and don't even give us a photo of our date?" he grumbled. Then he spotted someone wearing--

He did a double-take. Is that armor? Who wears armor to a speed-dating event?

Clearly someone awesome. With that cheerful thought in mind, he stood up and waved at the armored person. "Hey, over here! Are you Kaatah?"

He wasn't going to make a good impression by being semantic and he knew it. "I guess it makes sense when you put it that way. How long have you been in Headquarters? I've been here a little over a year, but it feels like a lot longer sometimes."

"I don't know if you've heard of it; it's a really popular show about, well, friendships. The story started when the supreme leader of my country, Princess Celestia, sent her most talented student to Ponyville a few years ago to oversee the Summer Sun Celebration. Twilight--that's the student--was also supposed to make friends while she was there, but she was more interested in the legend of Nightmare Moon.

"See, for thousands of years Princess Celestia and her little sister, Princess Luna, ruled Equestria together by giving us the day and the night respectively. As time went on, Luna grew increasingly jealous of Celestia; the ponies loved her and her day, but slept through Luna's night. Legends said that one fateful night, Luna refused to lower the moon and transformed into an evil version of herself, Tartarus-bent on creating eternal night.

"Princess Celestia banished her to the moon with the most powerful magic she had, but there was a prophecy that Nightmare Moon would come back on the longest day of the thousandth year. Naturally, that was the exact day of the Summer Sun Celebration." Ami paused for air. "Sorry, did I lose you? I get really passionate about things related to the Princesses, and you seemed surprised I was a unicorn so I figured you'd never heard of my show..." Her ears went back against her head, and she blushed in embarrassment.

I've got to admit, Pika's style is very much 'how OFUM looks' in my head. She really did enjoy the black leather pictures, didn't she...? ^_^

Those Trees are utterly beautiful. Wow.

hS

Just sayin'.

-Phobos

Shamrock Alsike came running through the door, tripping over her floor-length emerald green evening gown. A large, bushy squirrel tail poked out of the back of her skirt, and her hair had been done up in elegant braids that fell to her waist. She righted herself and looked around, skin darkening with a blush when she realized most of the tables' occupants were already, well, occupied.

"Shamrock, relax," Randa said, coming in behind her. She pushed her glasses up her nose and looked around, smoothing down her knee-length, sky blue skirt. "I guess we'll take a table and wait for the host to tell us to switch."

"Aw man!" Shamrock wrinkled her nose. "I gotta date you?"

"I feel your pain," Randa said dryly, and sat down at the nearest empty table.

Okay, okay, this is awesome. Really awesome. This needs to happen.