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The Guardsman and Naya have extensive experience in building/designing things and spend quite a lot of time repairing their equipment and their robotic partner after a rough day in the field. Naya is more specialized in mechanics while the Guardsman is trained as a TARDIS engineer (and everything that goes with it: electronics, Vortex physics, multidimensional superstructures, system management, etc.).

Terabyte likes to cook.

He has one; I just haven't written about it yet. I've got this whole idea involving the courtship of Alice and a Valinorian stallion from one of Adagio's missions, with the framing device of them telling the story of how it happened to Ilraen. It's just kinda low on the priorities list. {= /

~Neshomeh

This is never getting out of my head now. You're welcome.

Will does magic! Some shiny objects that distract and are shiny is no problem. (No cursed object, he promises!)

Agent!Matt (more info soon ;D) cooks.

He's probably learned enough about electronics by now to wire things up with basic lights and sounds, as long as someone else provides the body of whatever's getting wired. He'd be all for it, too. {= )

~Neshomeh

Alex tinkers in his spare time, Zeb bakes, Ix and the Aviator both sew. I could see them making toys, treats, and costumes for the Nursery kids for Christmas.

Y'know, I was just thinking about something like a toy drive for all the Nursery kids, especially the unadopted ones. I think it's probably good for kids to have a few things that belong to them. Agents can't all go around buying stuff (with what money, for starters), but I imagine plenty of people around HQ have talents like woodcarving, painting, sewing, etc., and could make little things to donate. I imagine that's probably how Nume and Ilraen got their sacks of toys in "The Night Before Christmas in HQ," which I am increasingly tempted to regard as canonical. How Jenni put them up to it, I'm not sure, but hey, Rule of Funny, right? {= )

So, hey, side-thread: Who has agents who make things? Derik certainly knows how to make simple instruments, for one.

~Neshomeh

It says so on my records, after all.

Not sure why you think piling on the paperwork will help alleviate the symptoms rather than exacerbate them.

This is why I drink. Well, this, and a s**tloadof other factors. But mostly this.

White:
Agent Matthew Welch dressed up as Santa Claus
Agent Ajax dressed up as a Disgruntled Elf
Agent Levy dressed up as Mrs. Claus
Agent Nickul Tiamat dressed up as Krampus
A TARDIS disguised as a Christmas Tree

Black:
_ and _ sneaking into the Nursery Christmas night and putting gifts under the Christmas Tree
_ eating all of the Nursery's Christmas Cookies

~Mattman, who is considering making a Christmas interlude with Matthew and Ajax

Black cards:
I'd love to get my partner____, but I'm flat broke.
The worst part of decorating for the holidays?
The only thing harder to get out of the carpet than glitter is _.
No, ____ does not count as spreading holiday cheer.
Who's leading this year's Yule Ball? _____ and __.
The agents were sleeping all snug in their beds, while visions of __ danced in their heads.


White cards:
Serenading the Flowers with "The Holly and The Ivy".
Shed pine needles.
Peppermint bark Bleepolate.
The PPC Holiday Songbook.
Regifting.
Characters born the day before or on Christmas.
A Christmas Miracle (TM).
Sudden convenient blizzards trapping them all inside.
Obligatory Nutcracker music.

I mean, sure, the ficcubus we had to deal with later on in that mission was bad, but was she bad enough to warrant the Fates giving us a heads-up? I dunno.

But I can't really focus on that too much, you know? Freaking out about the little things is my partner's job. Whatever the Fates' string meant, I'll face it when it happens.

Would you mind, though, if I use "menorah" instead of "chanukiah"? I think most of us are more familiar with the former; I had to look up the latter, and it seems as though they refer to the same thing. Correct me if I'm wrong, though!

~Neshomeh

"In fact, for some people, I think you're most of it."

-R

((I'm afraid I don't have time to read the mission right now--last week of classes which means essay; I'm only on the Board because I'm waking up--but I did want to make this comment. I'll hopefully read the mission sometime next week. ~DF))

White:
-Paying the Rudi's tab with Chanukah gelt (aka gold foil wrapped chocolate coins)
-Using Lumière as a quarter of a chanukiah
-'Borrowing' the Fisherman's TARDIS to start a victory dance with the Maccabees
-Eating WAY too many latkes (potato pancakes)
-A Sue who eats her latkes with chocolate chunks and clouds
-That one goodfic where Anthony Goldstein invites squib!Harry home for Chanukah ((note: real fic, and squib!Harry is several times more awesome than you ever imagined. And so is Anthony's squib sister Leah))
-Getting eight missions in a row because the Flowers think that counts as presents
-Trying to distract dragons with dreidels (spinning tops specific to Chanukah)

Black:
-"No, you cannot use an inflatable ____ as a chanukiah this year! It has to have candles!"
-"I told you to grate potatoes, not _!"
-"That's what I love about Chanukah: the lights, the _, the oily foods."
-What did the disentanglers get for Chanukah?
-What is the best use for a dreidel?

And that's what I've got for now. If I think of anything else, I'll add it.

Anyone celebrate Kwanzaa? I know that also happens around this time...

~DF

Back in May, you encountered the Fates on a mission into PJO, and one cut a string of yarn while looking at you. Do you still worry about that sometimes?

"Indeed, when a meeting consists of forcing myself to endure the alleged company of roughly half a dozen borderline-psychotic renegades and their breathtakingly idiotic ideas on the proper Time Lord interactions with other species, drinking enough alcohol to stun a bull walrus is the only thing that alleviates the problem."

Because, in that case, no worries, mate!
The only class distinctions we got down here are Cool and Uncool.
And the only person who is in Uncool is me. And all the dictators, like Stalin and the Freemasons, or whatever.

What I'm saying is, is that you're as much of a PPC-fellow as the rest of us. Welcome, fellow PPC-fellow!
My gift upon you is: sunglasses I've kept in my freezer. They'll keep you cool. Cool as ice. Cool as the icy mist on a pair of sunglasses picked out of a freezer.

Link away!

His first!

His first!

His first his first his first!

You are no longer a mission-maiden, Aegis. Your mission maidenhood has been broken. You have become a real mission woman.
Good on ya, mate!


I mean, you know my thoughts on this already, oy? Not like you've gone and buggered it up, or anything, while we were looking away, eh?

Spoilers?
Pffft, I dunno.

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I'd seen a bit of Fourth Aviator fellow on the wiki. I might have also read a single paragraph of a story he was in, or something like that. Er. Into the grey fog of my mind that went, needless to say.
Anyway!
As a fellow who knows bugger all about him, and who was introduced to him in this story, I quite liked him. Charming bloke.
You hinted at his identity really well, too, particularly with his interactions with Zeb, and the sharing of certain quotes. Sort've thing where it all comes together afterwards, rather than being blatantly obvious in the middle.
I will nitpick that 'Lemming-brain' seems a wee bit friendly 'hoho, nudge my mate in the stomach!' for someone who seems genuinely upset at him, y'know? I dunno. Haven't read as much of your stuff as I should have. I mean, from what I know of, it doesn't strike me as an 'Ave' thing, that.
But, you know. Nitpicks and such.
You mentioned, below, that you had the idea of focussing on agent interactions in this over the badfic itself, and, mate, you did it well. What PPC's about, innit? Writing proper stories, as opposed to heroically slaying the dark hordes of badfic. And, er. You did that. The former.
Nooooice.

(you know what, that all actually is spoilers. Cor.)

White:

- Decking the Flowers with boughs of holly.
- Agent Luxury in a skimpy Santa costume.
- Drunk rendition of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
- Putting presents under the Sunflower Official.

I'll probably think of more later

- Matt, using his precious 20 minutes of break to hang out with you lot.

Is that which is responsible for the drinking problem some of HQ's Time Lords suffer from.

'. . . someone liked it!'

Detective: But I thought you wrote it?
Jack: Don't push it.
Detective: Good to know on the Daleks. . . What the hell is a Continuity Council?
Jack: I look like a Time Lord? You can ask her yourself.
Detective: Either way, I'm glad someone's read it. Thanks for letting him know, "Aviator." He'd have been moping otherwise.
Jack: "I don't mope. . ."
The Detective: "Yes you do."

Mike, can I use that one that was really fun?

Michael: Yes, I believe that it shall not be too inappropriate.

Apecian: Great! The answer is... Incubus kiss! A succubus tried it too, but what can I say? He was hotter. ;) You'd think somebody trying to suck your soul out would hurt, but when you've got as much Galinergy\* as I do, it's really not bad. Kind of fun, actually, and besides, the kisses aren't supposed to hurt, otherwise you'd fight it. But that's kind of a gimme, isn't it? Alright... hmm... Well, drowning and suffocating suck, so don't try those, really. Mmm... getting stabbed really hurts, and forget hitting the ground at terminal velocity. It hurts, it gets everywhere, and sometimes it annoys sentient flowers by getting your intestines on their hats. I'd say... mmm... sometimes, when I get shot, it's so fast I don't even feel it, so that's not bad, and once, I got poisoned with something that was basically the same way. Mmm... yeah, gonna have to go with getting shot, but they've got to really know what they're doing and hit you just right for that.

\*Energy added to his Philosopher's Stone by consuming what Sues have in place of actual souls, pronounced Glinergy.

You're not seriously that new Time Lord I've been hearing about, are you? Well, f*** me. Looks like another Council meeting's overdue.

Oh, yeah. I'm the Aviator, welcome to hell. I mean, the PPC. You're gonna love it here, once you get past the Daleks that you might bump into in the corridors. Just so long as you don't shoot them. They're... mostly friendly.

Anyway, nice job with the kill there, rookie. Stick around long enough and you'll become a proper agent in no time.

Watch out for this one, Riggs. You've got a handful.