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Besides, some of the Barons are female. And they're not called, say, Baroness.

That is because my brain thinks that Lady translates to medieval high born woman who goes flop at the least provocation.))

"I need Mountain Dew. I do not function without Mountain Dew."

"I save this for after missions. If I run out because of you, I swear I'll deck you."

• Evelyn, by Kaitlyn

"Evelyn" was written by Kaitlyn somewhere in 2002-2003; all I know for sure is that she wrote it before I joined the Board. I would guess she at least began it before Constance appears in Nenya's FicPsych story, which places it before about July '03; equally, Terri's note on the mission says it was reported "several times" to the PPC, which implies that she began after the Board was founded (November '02). So she had quite likely read Tick's reaction to bad puns in the year before writing it; my guess is that the DCH was a reaction to the idea, which (given how Tick talks about the winding down of Bad Parody) means it was probably intended to be a pre-Tick thing.

So basically I blame my wife for this one. ^_^

hS

It's nice when things fit together unplanned!

—doctorlit

She has a point. (Though I'd rather figure out Google Docs)

I didn't remember that Hauk was there. Baron Neshomeh is a logical and fair-minded tyrant custodian; she'd concede that it makes sense for Phobos' holdings to be overseen by someone who already has a stake there. Plus she's got nearly the entire southern coast to worry about as it is!

Heck, go ahead and have the bit of PC east of the Mountains of Reverence and north of the River Lhawjeck, too. That makes a pretty nice-looking territory.

~Neshomeh

Derik has one he's willing to lend! It's a typical Western concert flute, though, so K might actually want to borrow the recorder instead. It is not a crummy plastic one. {= )

~Neshomeh

Claire Book the Fiddler-mage, then known as Estelwen, is a wanderer. They have traveled through many lands of Weab, such places as Medellurth, Nareneeya [1], the land of Howell with its moving castles that walk over the land [2], and the Arijunal islands. They lived for several years in Terraeriah [3] and Naemans Kye [4] in Vidya Gaym. They knew nothing of the Marizu and their campaign to cover all of Weab in glitter and urple-wilver spells. One day, they wandered near the walls of Kwotef. They applied for citizenship soon after, seeing no reason not to go in and see what it was like. They built themself a small castle there. They lived there peacefully on and off when they weren't wandering through other lands for about a year, when a Marizu named Nienor disguised herself as Claire and threw them out of their castle with nothing but the shirt on their back and their fiddle in its waterproof case. They swore to have revenge on Nienor as their own guards dragged them to the gates.

They wandered for a few months homeless, and heard tales of Cam’s war camp of Ofum. They wanted to join, but Cam was long gone from Ayotree where they found tales of her. One day, they heard tales of the knights of Plort, and decided to investigate. They landed in Wechi. They didn’t meet anyone, but saw Baron Neshomeh riding to Los Taelis. They weren’t brave enough to talk to her, but they followed at a distance and spent some time there reading tales of Jay and Acacia. They eventually found their way into the city of Borrd, where they were greeted with a shower of gifts, which surprised them. After they became a citizen of Plort, they renounced their citizenship of Kwotef, and began training to take the pilgrimage to the Mountains of Purmeshun. They got lost and failed to cross the river Ponchuashun on their first attempt, so they tried again a few months later. They were knighted by Baron Huinesoron.

((Can I be a fiddler-mage who does magic by singing as well as fiddling? Is there a magic like that in Plort?))

I'm probably aiming to be more involved in the Betaing of stories than necessarily writing them myself, so I'm quite happy for the logical thing to happen if it other people do not mind it. Rumours of any southward expansion into the Umor woods are completely fictitious, in fact one might say people are bark-ing up the wrong tree for that one even if I feel the Barony needs to branch out. :p

Nova

If you're a fan of the classics, here is what Winfrey was reading.

This is Tintin On The Moon: Noisemaker's Mix.

This is Flip-Flap by XCEED

This is Providence by Poor Man's Poison

Bach, Handel, and Shostakovich are composers

This is Glorious Morning by Waterflame.

This is Ready To Die by Andrew W.K. (mild violence warning.)

For the sake of everyone's souls, I will not link the Barney & Friends theme.

Noman stepped out of the bathroom, having finally scraped the last of the glitter off of his body and clothes. (The terrible thing about Mary Sue glitter is that, just like real glitter, it gets stuck everywhere, in places unknown and unfathomable to common, decent pollutants.) Shaking himself off, he wandered about the RC, noticing Winfrey bobbing her head and chirping along to something. She was doing a pretty decent job, making long whistling calls and trills easily as she spun a screwdriver in one hand, holding a glass of mixed Bleepka and orange juice in the other.

Noman sat down next to Winfrey, and she turned to face him, placing her screwdriver in a drawer and taking a long sip of her drink, which was confusingly also called a screwdriver.

"What're you singing?" Noman asked, unfamiliar.

"Tintin On The Moon, sorta," Winfrey said back, "hard to get the Noisemaker's mix down while chirping it."

"I saw a poster for some sorta... music festival, from out and around HQ."

"Oh, should we go?" Winfrey asked, "I'm a pretty good singer."

"Well, last time, someone messed with the sheet music and replaced it with the Brown Note. But hey, I'll pack some fresh pants and a shower-in-a-can just in case."

Winfrey winced and spluttered, ending her chirping performance. Noman casually noted Chrysostom's 11th Discourse opened on Winfrey's tablet computer, alongside her music playlist. He tipped his head at her.

"Huh. X-CEED's Flip-Flap next to Poor Man's Poison's Providence? Next to an hour of Bach, Handel, and Shostakovich?"

"Like you are one to talk about weird music taste! Ready To Die has no business being in the same playlist as Glorious Morning!"

"You're reading fanfic right now about how..." Noman squinted (baffling Winfrey, as Noman lacked eyes to squint with) at Winfrey's notes "...Hector survived the Trojan War, and how Troy won the war in truth?"

"I-It's not fanfiction, it's a historical debate!"

Noman casually turned to face the reader, leaving Winfrey utterly baffled.

"You know, I think we've drifted off course," he said.

"Who are you talking to?"

"You'll get it, later."

Winfrey sighed, clearing her throat again as she began to try and sing once more. This time, just to spite Noman, she was singing the opening theme to Barney & Friends.

His screams brought her some small comfort.

I don't have a AO3 account, but I do have an (unused) Fanfiction.net account.

(But only jokingly.)

... your character is pretty much a medieval version of you. PPC agents are cast as weapons, armor, horses, maybe servants in castles. I am stealing this explanation from hS.

There are lots of ways to host stories, but I host mine on Archive of Our Own, a website dedicated to hosting fanfic and other stories. You need an account to post stuff, though. Here is the link.

https://archiveofourown.org/

I did not get Permission the first time I tried for it. Being an ex-Kwotefian came back to bite me in the form of bad formatting and some unrealistic things happening.

That'd be great. Though, my computer can't access Quotev, but my tablet can.

If you need bios for my characters, I can help with that.

What's the best place to host stories anyway?

Is that even fanfiction? Would it make minis? Also, I can't find any of them myself.

• Ls, rather confused.

Would it work to do it as a sort of RP?

Adorably it means we can fix exactly when that line was written: April 21st, 2002. The ban went into place on the 7th, and they gave writers 2 weeks leeway to save their stories off.

Which also means this is one of the stories with a solid timeline date, so I'm pleased with that.

Looking back at the first chapter, I reckon Tick is a good candidate for a Reorganisation-era agent. She was clearly around for a while - she complains about training multiple newbies - and I reckon she was hired in response to the collapse of the Cliched Humor Department in 1998. Bad Parody clearly absorbed the work, and kept its new agent out of the stories to try and avoid her going insane. Given her reaction to the puns in this chapter, it didn't work super well.

hS

Yes indeed. I'll be the not-super-trustworthy new arrival. Who is probably a troll.

Glad to hear he's in good health. Even though I've never met the guy.

Though I would love to converse with Iximaz.