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i would take very good care of it and i would brush it all nice and occasionaly dye it purple.

You can slash me if you want, but it's probably illegal.

One should really look at the Suite Life of Zack and Cody section on FF.net. I promise you, you will weep for humanity when you're not raging at Fangirls with no talent for Angst.

I kinda skimmed through this fic, and yes, it was abdominable. More than that, there was a genuine Wall Banger in Chapter 14: It was the Ministry of Magic who sold out the cast to the Muggle Zoo in exchange for the extermination of Voldemort and most of his followers. Not just that, but they sold out Harry and the others just because they were under suspicion. So Yeah, pardon my Trope-Speak.

I hope I wasn't too late!

The Shipfic 08 fic was collected into a Googledoc, which Cassie has very graciously published for us. So, if anyone is seeking inspiration or an idea of what exactly goes on in a Shipficfest, here are some examples!

(assuming the link works, at least. Wish me luck)

https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AcomMcxZZMdnZGRrY2Z4cjZfNGYyazUzbmQ0&hl=en

After finding out that Bryn's copy of the Teenager's guidebook was a hand me down, and that Jack had, ahem, ruined a few pages, they were out to get him.

They were hidden within their secret and unfindable cushion fort. The time was Nigh for their evil plan and they were fast running out of snacks and bleeprin.

"Careful now Bryn. We can't let him see us," Miah said as she nommed a brownie.

"I know what I'm doing Miah" Bryn said before carefully aiming for Jack. She pulled the trigger and could barely see the flying missile until it hit it's target. "this is PlushieBryn to MamaMiah do you copy? Over." she spoke into the radio

"Copy. Direct hit!" Miah shouted into her pretend hand radio, even though she was only a foot from Bryn's ear.

"What are you doing here? The Target's over there!" Bryn said rubbing her ear and pointing in that general direction

"I can hardly see what a national chain of stores has to do with anyth-"

"Not there, there" Bryn said pointing directly at Jack now.

"Oh! Yeah, I was supposed to capture him, huh?"

Bryn only just resisted the urge to be sarcastic but couldn't control the eyeroll.

"I'll just go get him then..." Miah said, but after a moment Bryn ran after her and helped her drag Jack back to The Lair. Their attempts to drag Jack away were briefly noticed, but only by JulyFlame and Myon before they returned to their own... "Winter Olympics'. Tonsil-hockey and the like.

"What do we do with him, now?" Bryn asked bouncing in place.

"Man he stinks of rum, and whiskey, and *sniff* *sniff* beer." Looking suddenly concerned, Miah turned to Bryn and asked, "How much tranquilyzer did you put in that dart?"

Bryn checked her supplies, and answered sheepishly, "Only enough to knock out an elephant." She looked worried for a moment, before brightening (remarkably literally). "It's okay, his metabolism only works right when he's really, really drunk."

"Hey, that gives me an idea! Let's do that thing from the song about the Drunken Sailor!" Miah shouted.

"Which bit? The shaving his stomach and dumping him the captains daughters bed? Actually thats a good idea... except... maybe that's too mundane."

"I say we figure it out later and get to work on shaving; because that is the hairiest gut I've ever seen."

"With all this fur, we could write something funny on his stomach." Miah said grinning evilly.

"Ooh, how about...Fan!brat!" Bryn said, adding her evil smile and cackle to the atmosphere of The Lair.

When they finished, they rolled Jack up in a sheet, because dragging a body through the corridors in a sheet, is WAY less conspicuous than without one. They passed through the lobby again, but July and Myon were too, um, engaged, to notice them this time. They traded lines from The Dead Parrot Sketch so they wouldn't notice where they were headed.

"Excuse me, miss?"

"Who you calling miss?"

"I'm sorry I've got a cold."

"What seems to be the--How we'd get here so fast?"

They knew they were facing the door of The Pad because, of the fancy black script on the ominous (yet identical to all the others) grey door. As they pushed on it, the door gave the satisfying creeEEEaak all doors should have.

As they entered they were faced with the Pad (not to be confused with Agent Pads) which had a very confused but somewhat amused trio of Boarders stuck in it all sitting in their own corners.

The movie they were watching was decidedly, interesting, and Bryn ran screaming "My eyes! My eyes! Where's the bleeprin?"

Miah politely ignored their choice of entertainment, and dragged the sheet to the middle of the room.

Trojie said, "A heavy sheet?" (Her brain was slightly melty from the movie.)

Techno Dann and Makari came over and poked Jack through the sheet. The tranquillizer seemed to be wearing off, because Jack started trying to squirm out of the sheet.

"We found him like this in the hall," Miah said giving her very best Newbie innocent look. "Have fun!" She gave a rather less than innocent wink, as she backed out of the room.

A dazed Jack sat up, and the sheet fell into his lap.

"A Fan!Brat! Get him!" shouted Troijie.

"It's just like the the movie," Makari added.

"This is going to be fun," Techno Dann added.

Jack looked a bit panicked at slightly predatory the looks on the faces surrounding him, but then he caught sight of the movie. "Alright! I've always dreamed of waking up in this movie."

Miah closed the door feeling a little miffed. Their plan hadn't quite worked out the way they planned. Oh well, it'll still take a while for the hair to gr--

"Fan!Brat! What happened to my belly hair?!" It was faint, but it put the smile back on Miah's face. Now just to find Bryn.

Miah found Bryn next to the archive, frantically sending Steve morse code messages. Of course, Steve hadn't responded back yet. That took a few hours. Miah grabbed Bryn and dragged her to the Bleepka fountain and ducked her until Bryn stopped gibbering about sporking her eyes out over the movie.

Now that the bad memories were gone, she was free to have a giggling fit over Jack only being worried about his fur. Miah suggested they get more snacks and go back to hiding in their unfindable cushion fort. It was time for more Boarder hunting!

*noms*

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I've been known to sing and hit things with drumsticks (not drums, but just about anything else will do)

I did not dare read it (after my report), but as a dog-lover and all around decent human being, I can totally emphasize with you.

Besides, what of the Creekley Report? 20% of the world population having an active magic-gene by 2250, 30% by 2400, almost 80% by the Year 3000? (completely fanon on my part)

I suppose it's up to me :P And what better way to start than a nice, all-inclusive orgy?

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The PPC is sharing and caring. Those who frequent the Board would be the first to say so. The arrival of a newbie is greeted with a veritable Dionysian frenzy of gift-giving.

Recently, there have been many, many newbies arriving. Regular Boarders were very pleased about this. *Very* pleased.

'They're so flexible!' said Techno-Dann muffledly from approximately the middle of the pile. 'Look!' There was a pleased squeak from a portion of the happy agglomeration of Boarders that resembled Bronwyn.

'I know!' July exclaimed. 'Behold!'

'Now now, they're not puppets,' Neshomeh chided gently.

'Not complaining!' a Piph-sounding voice spoke up.

There was immediately a chorus of assent. July grinned.

'Fast learners too,' Sara commented.

'Well hopefully,' Laburnum said, sitting up and earning a slightly disappointed sound from Barid. 'Everyone having fun?' she called out to the group as a whole.

There was an immediate and ragged a capella rendition of 'Yes miss' performed by a dozen-or-so voices.

'Excellent. Welcome to the PPC Board!'

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A/N: I'm working on better plots, but I wanted to get the ball rolling. C'mon guys, let's have some cracky fun. Remember, the name of the game is free love, not icky squickiness. After all, we don't want to take ourselves too seriously, do we?

We couldn't figure out if that was another misspelling of Pikachu or what. With that one gone, our total count of minis stands at 37 individually named Rayquazas.

If anyone has ever wanted a mini mechanical dragon with an attitude that can control the weather, there will be 37 chances coming up!

My favorite instrument is the sound board.

I'd love to be apart of it... though, how do you do the cross-out line thing?

Because what's not to love? XD

I noticed the "author" of that "story" had another "story" about a Pokemon trainer named Blader Pachinko. So I guess it's a crossover? Or the author just likes typing random strings of letters. Either "explanation" will work.

though I don't know why anyone would want to.

Alas, I have not the time to write one of my own. You are all free to use me in a shipfic, of course. For those who are in need of a discription: I am tall, broad-shouldered and I've been told I resemble a bear (complete with fur).

Neshomeh will probably get a good laugh out of anything that comes up.

This story made me quite PISSED. It casts zoo employees as somewhere between mad scientist and exploiting profiteer. Believe me, NO ONE works at a zoo for the MONEY, not even the top managers; the majority of a zoo's yearly admission income goes to the animals' FOOD. Zoos do not EVER run experiments like the ones Arthur Weasley was put through in this fic, and they would need permission to do so, just like a college science lab does. Finally, a zoo can only actively breed members of a species if reproduction is considered necessary for that species' survival by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums; the director can't just decide that he needs more babies of THIS kind or THAT for the spring rush next year.

That's all besides the main problem of putting humans in a zoo, of course. I was so hoping Remus would just massacre all those zookeeper-like people. What happened to wandless magic, anyway? I should think McGonagall, Snape and Bellatrix would all be capable of that.

I apologize for the long, ranting post and the rampant capitalization, but honestly, I was a little offended by that story.

Or, quite possibly, both... well, I don't know that I'll contribute anything useful, but I'll at least not run away. That counts for something. I think.

Though I probably won't write anything, I offer myself to anyone who wants to use me in a shipfic.

I offer two forms of Piph: One as a normal human girl, and one as a robot girl.

Excuse me while I go figure out what pairing i'll be able to do (somewhat) sanely.

Wow. That seems...pleasant.

;)

I'm game. You can put me in as Agent Sam, or Sidhe... or just as me. I don't mind. I'd personally like to see what people come up with.