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He was worried how she'd react to such a touchy subject, but she just looked tired.

"Nobody's the dad," she said. "I'm the only parent."

"I just thought it would be better to ask, just in case it was some of the latter ones." He downed some of his Orange Crush, burping. "Excuseme. But seriously though, who's the dad?"

Zeb and Alex fell over themselves laughing at her expression. "I'm sorry, what?" she said, coughing. "How could you believe any of those?"

"So who's the father?" Matthew began. "The Librarian? Luxury? The Mysterious Somebody back from the dead?" He got in real close, and lowered his voice a little. "Jaycacia? Little Miss Mary? Rose Potter?" Of course, these were all quoted from the Multiverse Monitor, and he didn't quite believe most of them. Better to be safe then sorry.

LOOK AT THOSE EYES

LOOK AT THAT SMILE

LOOK AT THOSE TUMOROUS EARS

This one was nothing.
Those hammers didn't even go above three dimensions. Hell, they were made of atoms.

"I found them! I found them!"

A few seconds later, Sergio and Nikki managed to reach the table by squeezing through the crowd, though both looked mildly embrarassed.

"So... Uh... Hi?" Sergio said, "We're sorry for intruding, but Corolla wasn't going to let us portal home without saying hi to her friends here." After shooting Corolla a glance, he held a hand out. "Sergio Turbo, and she's Nikki Cherryflower. We used to be in SpecOps, but we're just doing some contractor work lately"

It wasn't the first time agents had reacted this way to her, and it was just as tiring as the first. She sighed and sat down by her brother, waiting for the fit to pass. Once it had, she nodded. "Anditomilosivan," she said. "Though... I've been considering Elanorelisindrivar as of late."

Matthew began shaking Ajax, saying something along the lines of "She thanked us! The Aviator herself thanked us!"

Similarly, Ajax went on a tangent that could be easily summarized as "You're welcome."

After calming down, another question was raised by Ajax: "Have you decided on a name for your pu— I mean kid?"

I'm mainly using d20pfsrd for the moment, but what are the books we should have donwnloaded or at our disposition for this campaign?

She took a big gulp of her drink, leaving foamy moustache on her upper lip. "I just enrolled, because the blondie over there," she jerked her thumb at Alex, "said something about destroying a forest, and that sounded like fun."

"Good choice." William nodded, still pretty amused by the whole situation. "Always demand a proper oath, as I've heard. We'll see, maybe one day I'll be the one in trouble and you'll be nearby. Don't know how long you live, doll, but I have all the time in the world."

"It's a fairly long way before 'love and 'Mari' from where I stand. Now I can understand the backstabbing, but next time I'm doing you a favor, I'll make sure you swear to repay me."

"Nice to meet you," Richard said a bit loudly to the dark-haired Assassin. "I think I got the occasion of seeing some reports about you before. Now, how much do you know about My Little Pony? And if you don't mind, what's your complete name? I'd prefer to not use nicknames until I know you better, unless you prefer I call you VJ."

Using my real name (censored for safety purposes)...

Agent AT is part of Finance.
Their main fandoms are Farscape, Farscape, and Mass Effect, but they keep getting missions into Dragonriders of Pern.
A gun is their preferred weapon.
Anything they can reach is something they are known for using to unexpected results.
Agent AT is infamous for introducing tribbles into the ecosystem of Headquarters.
They are considered mostly lucid.

And my Boarder name...

Agent SkarmorySilver is part of Special Interdepartmental Elven Languages Unit.
Their main fandoms are Stargate, Protectors of the Plot Continuum (wait, what?), and Card Captor Sakura, but they keep getting missions into Discworld.
A rubber chicken is their preferred weapon.
Anything they can reach is something they are known for using to unexpected results.
Agent SkarmorySilver is infamous for accepting and then not completing missions for a solid month, until their department head found out and made them do all of them back to back.
They are considered actually insane.

Agent Delta Juliette is part of the Repetitive Department of Repetition.
Their main fandoms are Redwall, Marvel Cinematic Universe, and Les Misérables, but they keep getting missions into Battlestar Galactica.
Fire is their preferred weapon.
Critical reasoning is something they are known for using to unexpected results.
Agent Delta Juliette is infamous for finding Ms. Frizzle in the middle of HQ one day.
They are considered a pyromaniac but otherwise sane..

This is... surprisingly close to accurate. Redwall was my first fandom, MCU is a canon I enjoy, Le Mis is the only outlier. I have a deep appreciation for both fire and critical reasoning!

Printworthy smiled over his glass of wine, patiently waiting for his partner to get the excitement out of his system. If he were truly honest with himself he was rather flustered as well. It was quite the harrowing experience. They have both had faced against many dastardly villains in the past, glitter-dos of such power, they could rival Tirek in raw strength. But for one to wield the powers of the Everfree Forest itself? He knew he had vanquished far more challenging foes, but this one...

"Then, wham! I don't think I've seen somebody, just, freaking, get launched that far! I mean, hope they're OK and all, but by Celestia was it funny."

The unicorn took a gentle sip. He decided the next drink was going to be some manner of bleep-cohol. He was used to the mystic chaos of the Everfree by now, of course. He's had to plunge into it's depths many times before. He had even grown accustomed to its unique flora and fauna. Learned to think of it as yet another forest. Yet, this particular glitter-do brought back all his childish fears again. The writhing vines, rushing forth to ensnare him, rend the flesh from his bones, and consume his soul. It was... Disturbing, to say the least.

"Thank goodness I brought my spear. Would have been up all kinds of creeks without it!"

Printworthy signaled for another round. He had managed to maintain his composure in the middle of the crisis, even as childish fears and traditional wisdom beat against his training. At least, he believed so. Perhaps the traces of bleeprin wafting through the air was beginning to affect his memory. Even still, as he sat, listening to Marvin spin his tales of grandeur, he began planning a visit to Fictional Psychology. Just a therapy visit, somebody to talk to and be sure everything was all right. He could not risk suffering a mental breakdown the next time he was required to venture into that cursed wood again.

"You know, it just hit me. Wasn't this set in, like, season one? So, then, how come there were so many plants from that attack in Twilight's Kingdom? You know, the ones that the Tree of Harmony was suppressing. I don't know, maybe canon was trying to salvage something from this mess. Or, maybe I'm just seeing things. I dunno."

Printworthy took his new glass, passing two bits over to the humble bartender. He took a deep sip of the bitter drink, relishing the dampening of memory. He was not one to abuse bleeprin, unlike most of his peers, but even he had to admit, the feeling of relief from mental anguish that washed over his brain was quite welcome. Besides, he had no reports to write this afternoon, Celestia willing. He could afford a little irresponsibly.

"Hey, you alright man? You're a bit quieter than usual."

The unicorn shook his head. "My apologies. I was in a rather contemplative mood this afternoon. Must be the wine working its wonders."

Marvin shrugged, taking a swig of his cider. "No worries. Just checking in, is all." At this, his eyes wend wide. His hands flew down to his pouches, feeling around theor contents. "Did you grab the DVDs? I don't have em."

Printworthy searched his saddlebags. "Blast. It appears not."

Marvin groaned. "Ugh. Now we have to get replacements. I just hope the cleanup crew found them first. Else, somepony is gonna have an existential crisis on their hooves." He took a big gulp of his cider. "Still. 'Least we purged the monster. That's nice."

Printworthy smiled, raising his glass. "Indeed. Cheers to that."

Marvin looked around the crowded pub. He saw old friends, new acquaintances, and many unfamiliar agents. Something stored inside him. In a flash of inspiration, and alcohol enhanced confidence, he stood, ponding on the table. "A toast!" he cried, swinging his mug. "To dead Sues and Stus. May they fall quickly, and sparkly!"

Printworthy shook his head, but raised his glass high. "Cheers!" As his partner sat back down, he decided to assess the crowd himself. "Well, now that you demanded everyone's attention, perhaps we should socialize. Join with others in the festivities."

Marvin nodded, as he chugged his drink. "Yeah, sure," he said, wiping off cider from his chin. "Right after I finish this drink."

They looked at each other, askance.

"You're not the one who's going to have to live with the baby," Zeb said, bemused.

"What's this about the baby?" The Aviator reappeared, somehow managing to balance three platters of food. "Who're these?"

"They helped with the exorcism," Alex said.

The Aviator smiled at them. "Thank you."

He casually sat on the opposite side of Marina. "But, going back to our little meet-up at the Games, it would happen eventually to one of us, and I... well, just didn't want it to happen to me."

"Oh, uh... He's Will, I'm VJ," said the girl, pointing to the warlock and herself respectively.

Here's the campaign sheet.

I have the available and taken player slots listed, as well as my house rules (which you might want to take some time for, I have a lot of them @_@).

So the Department of Inaccuracies is actually canon?

HG

"Yeah, sure," Ajax said quickly.

"So I hear The Aviator is going on maternity leave," Matthew said, barely containing his freaking out. "Are you two prepared to be uncles?"

I like what you did with Gremlin and Library, although I stumbled over some oddities:

That was even keeping in mind the myriad of schedules the agents who (often grudgingly) used it.
Is there a word missing?

This often led to tables or entire parts of the the cafeteria being deemed off-limits depending on who was eating where, or even what was on currently on the menu.
Repetition and either word order or another repetition.

There was Floaters patch on her jacket...
Missing word "a".


An here's what I got on the agent test:

Agent [censored] is part of the Department of Bad Parody. -- Hey, that was intentional! It were the badfic games, after all.

Their main fandoms are Dragon Ball, Transformers, and The Inheritance Cycle, but they keep getting missions into My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. – Well, I recognize all four titles, but that's next to all I can say about "my" fandoms. It's fitting that the one I keep getting missions for is the one where I at least remember the names of some protagonists.

A rolled-up newspaper is their preferred weapon. – For hunting gnats? I actually prefer a towel.

A shovel is something they are known for using to unexpected results. – Like, digging myself into a hole?

Agent [censored] is infamous for singing off-color karaoke to the entire Cafeteria while buzzed on Pink Stuff. – That might actually happen; somebody achieving to make me buzzed on Pink Stuff would be the difficult part.

They are considered mostly lucid. – Really? If that were true, I wouldn't be here.


Agent Androia Avatar is part of the Nursery. – No way! She's destined to be an assassin!

Their main fandoms are CLAMP, Battlestar Galactica, and The Chronicles of Narnia, but they keep getting missions into The Legend of Zelda. – One hundred percent wrong.

A giant spork is their preferred weapon. – But she wields it like the staff she lost when she fell through that plothole, and I'm not sure whether that's how it's meant to be used.

A rolled-up newspaper is something they are known for using to unexpected results. – Wasn't that a printout of the wiki?

Agent Androia Avatar is infamous for accidentally doing a strip-tease for the wrong person. – Considering her naivety, that might actually happen.

They are considered actually insane. – How could she not be?


Agent Hieronymus Graubart is part of Despatch. – Considering that he doesn't really feel comfortable in DMS..., but he can't transfer, because Androia wouldn't.

Their main fandoms are The Chronicles of Narnia, Animorphs, and Yu Yu Hakusho, but they keep getting missions into Stargate. – Well, he recognizes three out of four.

A pen usually is their preferred weapon. – That's oddly close to the truth.

A rubber chicken is something they are known for using to unexpected results. – No idea what you mean. Is this a DBP reference?

Agent Hieronymus Graubart is infamous for singing off-color karaoke to the entire Cafeteria while buzzed on Pink Stuff. – I'm not longer sure who we are talking about.

They are considered a pyromaniac but otherwise sane... – That's really odd. I've been thinking about Pyros occasionally, but they wouldn't be Hieronymus.

HG

"Hey! Matthew and... Ajax, right?" Alex said. "Mind if we sit here?"

"I don't think I had the opportunity to tell you how much I... disliked our last meeting in the Games. But we can do catch up now, and I could even invite some friends if you continue calling me 'Mari'," Marina said with an icy tone of voice.

"Umh, I'm his partner, Richard Legard," Richard said, a bit disturbed by Marina's reaction. "I guess you already know my partner, Marina–"

"Roccia"

Euh, yes Roccia. And... Who are you?"

No Cutie Marks though.

Richard Legard:



Marina Nicodelli: