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of Kieran's Marlfox Costume fell from his paws. "D-Deuce? Please help me..."

Unfortunately, the agent was busy talking to Kestrel.

The ferret stared at him, scrutinizing every inch of his costume. "So... wot're yew s'posed ter be? Ye died yer 'ead fur red, yew put black stuff 'round both eyes, stamped a funny lookin' black sign thingy on the side o' yer fore'ead, an' it looks like yer got a giant jug thing an' slung it over yer shoulder. Wot's it all mean, mate?"

Adder, however, had figured it out. "Good god, you're... you're COSPLAYING." The girl, who was dressed as the Wicked Witch of the W-- 'scuse me, I mean Elphaba, screamed at the ceiling. "CURSE YOU, LAWS OF NARRATIVE COMEDY! YOU'VE STOLEN DEUCE OVER TO THE ANIME SIDE!"

Her partner glared at her. "Have you ever tried reading Naruto? Don't knock it 'til you try it, Adder."

He was alerted to a dismayed wail from Kieran. "Deeeeeuuuuce!" The fox was unsuccessfully trying to dislodge Molly.

Deuce facepalmed.

It was... satisfactory. For a night of simple amusements.

But, coming away from it, I had an awful lot of quibbles and AU suggestions and Ideas.

First, i honestly thought Toby was an android from the beginning (until the actual scene, of course) and I thought it would have been better if the "accident" had just required a memory-core retrieval into a replacement body, followed by a scolding and a possible grounding.

However, the disconnect between Human memories and Human chauvinism against robots was an interesting point.

From there.. i should have suspected that Cora was a Metro from the cut of her clothes, though early on I kinda remarked to my guest that I figured that her parents were somewhere farming taro and pigs. And where does food come from? Minerals for additional robots? If there was such a disconnect with the surface... well, the inconsistancies are getting to me.

Probably can't expect more from an IP derived from an early-50's Manga, but anyone else see it?

What do you think?

You are the second person I've ever met who had an (no, two!) obscure facts about the band I'd never heard. *squint-glare* Oh, it is ON like KHAN now, man. On. Like. Khan. (Really? Because generally people harp on Bono being short. I've never heard that Larry was actually shorter. And anyway, when they're onstage the personality is so immense that you honestly can't tell. Well, you can. But it is so eclipsed by the awesome. And the platform boots just make everything cooler.)

In all seriousness, seconded! There are not a whole lot of people who will admit to being hardcore U2 fans out there. (Of course, the ones who will are usually completely mad, but that's only the lesser part of our their charm.) I love the relationship between (well, the whole band, but especially) Edge and Bono. Bono's a lyrical genius with an operatic quality voice, and Edge is a musical genius with some kind of possibly Vulcan magic when it comes to guitar riffs.

Does this mean I have one more ally for the occasions where I shamelessly plug ONE on the Board?

I saw a few of these several days ago and haven't been able to find them since. Thanks for doing so!

*adds link to bookmarks*

Two giant humanoids walk in, one obviously a human and wearing luminescent green powered armor with a gold visor and an assault rifle on his back. The other one an alien, with a curved back, white skin, and bedecked in black armor. They simply stare blankly at the other party-goers before wandering over to a corner to chat. The human begins doing complicated tricks with a knife, the blade whirling around and around his hand in a blur. The Sangheili is making motions with his hands; the two seem to be talking about combat of some sort, probably hand-to-hand.

Molly practically flew up to Kieran and latched onto him like a limpet. "Hi! Aunty Foxglove was gonna gimme a costume but Uncle Stormy sez there ain't nuffink scarier'n me, so I came as me."

Krisprolls was happy. He regretted not to be able to set the volume higher, though. Never mind, Vertigo was playing. "HELLO HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

"That's what we're here for!" said Krisp.

Oh so VERY creepy.

Yay! And a penguin! Insanity rules!

Maudlin nudges the volume button with the tip of her fingernail. It clicks to 123445567889099876754422 decibels and refuses to go any further. "Drat."

he sets the volume on OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!

Dude, those are cool, yo!

"WELCOME TO THE PARTY!!!" said Krisp.

... to ELEVEN.

Truly creepy.

In the interest of Halloween, I stumbled upon a very awesome collection of art that was a) Halloween-ish and b) PPC-ish. Here's the link so that you all can see it.

http://jeftoon01.deviantart.com/gallery/#Twisted-Princess

What do you think of it?

Both the agents nodded in acknowledgment heaved the piñata over to the designated spot.

"Goodness, girl, what kind of candy is in this thing, rocks?" Sive asked Eesa as they both experienced the numb-armed feeling of someone who has carried something too heavy for too long.

"No rocks, I'm afraid," replied Eesa, trying to tug an offset part of her costume back into place, but unable to do so because her arms wouldn't move. "However, I did add quite a bit of half-pound chocolate bars spiked with bleepka."

Sive tried to raise her arms to scratch her forehead and winced in pain.

"That would explain it."

Sounds like a kind of duck.

Maudlin gives Krisprolls the "hand of rock" and fiddles with buttons on the CD player, barely managing to insert the disk without catching her sleeves or hair in anything. She straightens up and turns to Sedri. "'A Word World', eh?"

A ferret, a small fox, two teenagers, and a Potterverse wizard came rushing in.

"PPC-wide Halloween party?" Adder yelped. "We were gonna have one ourselves, but this is better!"

"Oi, Cai!" the ferret Kestrel whooped. "It's our RPin' debut! Why'd yer make me get outta me costume, eh?"

The wizard sighed. "Mainly because I don't want to have to carry you to Medical after you get shot for dressing up as Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way."

"What a shame," Deuce muttered.

Kieran stayed silent, periodically looking back to make sure a certain tattooed ferret kit hadn't followed them.

Nobody could ACCIDENTALLY render "Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge" as "Mystery of Magic Cornelia F**k".

But something about the kitten guy makes me think he's for real. There's something so creepily earnest about him ... Don't get me wrong, I firmly believe that what somebody writes does not necessarily bear any resemblance to what they may think in reality. (Though after some thought I think I will edit the warning on my "Mossflower Science Theatre" page to reflect that Chaser Wolf pointed out that in the book Matthias' age isn't given, so we can imagine it's an AU where the poor kid's eighteen. I don't know if that was CW's intent, but I'm going to pretend it is. Given that the characters are clearly fictional it's unlikely to get me into any trouble if I don't, but just in case I ever go to Canada or something :) ... Didn't occur to me there'd be a problem when I first put it up because it's clearly fictional and I didn't write the icky bits myself, and if it was going to be a problem someone would have told me long ago, but now I think I'd be more comfortable if I redid it like that. Won't change the actual MSTing though. Excuse long tangent.) But this guy ... to quote someone on LJ, the inside of his head has to be one ugly place.

...I did not just mistake the "author" field for the "subject" field... *Jedi mind trick*

"A pity I'm disguised as a non-violent person. Whatever," said Krisprolls.
"Yeah?" said What'.
"Not you, you idiot."
"We should have brought our virtual Vulcan before you said anything. Now it's too late. We're stuck."