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Riftangel tells the story of how a Torchwood experiment came through the Rift, made Owen a bad scientist, made Jack go out of his way to seem non-threatening, and gave Ianto a bad case of low self-esteem, and eventually died at the hands of two annoyed PPC agents.

Awesome! That trailer, I hadn't seen. *huggles Kane* Ooh... glowy...

According to one of the PC's intel things, the Forgotten are all feral now. Which sucks loudly.

Warning: slightly, er, noncon. Although utterly non-explicit, because we realised halfway through writing this that we don't actually know how to write het. We have taken the liberty of assuming the author of the fic summary is a Sue, and inserted her into this fic. Enjoy, or something.

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'Like, here kitty kitty?'

Hissing softly, Greebo shrank further back into the dark recesses of his latest hidey-hole. The creature, whatever it was, surely wouldn't find him here. He flicked his tail, annoyed, as he heard the soft footsteps getting closer.

'Mister kitty cat, won't you come and play?'

Even the voice was unnatural, smooth and yet tinkly and making all the hairs down Greebo's spine stand on end. And that was to say nothing of how the thing looked...

'Gotcha!'

Suddenly there was light.

Greebo skittered out from his den of discarded wooden crates, and made a break for it through the impossibly slender and slightly sparkly legs in front of him. A perfectly manicured hand shot out, and missed him by a whisker. He skidded round the corner at high speed.

And stopped. Ahead was a blank wall, too high to leap. Behind, and rapidly approaching, was a beast straight from the Dungeon Dimensions. It gave a feral smile as it advanced.

There was only one possible escape, and Greebo took it.

There was a horrible moment where morphic resonance twanged like a piano-string, and then he was lurching to two flat, clawless feet.

The terrible beast was now at least a head shorter than him. Greebo grinned. He liked having the advantage. He wasn't well equipped, in this form, to bite the back of the creature's neck and shake it until bits snapped, but these strong human arms ought to be good for something. He reached out, and seized the thing with one hand.

'Mroooowl?'

'Erk!'

Mrrrroww!'

It struggled in his grasp, but something still wasn't right. Like any self-respecting cat, Greebo was in the habit of playing with his prey before eating it, though he was willing to concede that tossing it into the air and catching it might be a little difficult without paws. He'd been quite willing to give it a try just a moment before, but as his fingers tightened round its throat, he found himself overcome with an urge, or, more accurately, an Urge, to play with it in a slightly different manner.

He sniffed. Ah, there was the reason. The Beast had, it seemed, been party to similar Urges. Had being the operative word here. Now it seemed mostly to be harbouring fear. But Greebo was rather sensitive to smells, and both were lingering.

Well that was fine. Greebo rather liked fear. And Urges too.

He also liked the way this human form wasn't lumbered with clothes when Nanny wasn't about. It made things so much easier, not having to try to handle buttons. This meant that he was rather exposed, of course, but the fiend didn't seem to have any idea at all about not playing fair, and kept its knees resolutely down. And pressed tightly together.

He looked down.

Ah.

Yes, definitely Urges. The sparkling, whimpering creature followed Greebo's gaze, and gulped.

We will draw a delicate veil over the story at this point, and reconvene several months later ...

'Oh, Greebo, you naughty boy!'

'Naughty doesn't really cover it, Gytha,' said Granny Weatherwax, looking down at the sad, mewling heap on Nanny Ogg's doorstep.

'I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, really,' Nanny said, clucking. Granny sniffed.

'And why are they so glittery, d'you think?'

'Search me,' said Nanny, picking one of the strange kittens up and inspecting it closely. 'But don't you think they've got his eyes?'

'So long as they haven't got his temperament.' Granny sniffed once more, then peered at the dangling scrap of sparkling fluff in Nanny's hand. 'Well,' she added. 'They've definitely got his smell.'

'Oosa widdle sweetie den?' asked Nanny of the kitten. Granny rolled her eyes.

'Widdle sounds about right,' she said.

I am in no way familiar with Frankenstein, but that still induced much laughter.

That said, in regard to potential disguises for Agents, I think I've read a few missions where they went in as themselves. If that doesn't work out, perhaps something could be done to render the Agents invisible so any noncanons don't see them? Having canon-compliant disguises sounds rather difficult, though since I'm not familiar with the canon, I may be wrong.

The sue paired herself with God? Talk about ego. My remaining shreds of sanity have been utterly destroyed simply from hearing about this.

I am on my way to my brother`s place in Galway, Ireland. Thought that I would see a little of England on the way.

Barnabus tried to blink as the message ended. The tasoth had received many strange instructions over the millennium, ranging from a giant jellyfish with poison replaced with weapons it could not use to a T-Rex with a sonic cannon, but an underwater cat was particularly strange. Still, when commands came from T'leth, he obeyed.

Barnabus picked one of the lobstermen on the base at random to help with the design. After a few hours, the design seemed mostly complete, but something seemed off. The half-inch thick aqua plastic armor was somehow un-catlike. When he asked the lobsterman about it, the lobsterman said, "Yes, but it may run into X-com troops."

"Oh. Okay then, the armor is fine. Actually, give it more armor."

Something seemed vaguely off about the cluster of facial tentacles, but Barnabus decided it was good enough and sent the design to the cloning vats.

But we have Tenth Walkers to deal with. Won't belong before somebody comes up with a Tenth Stitchpunk, or some human girl who just happens to be immune to life-decimating poison gas.

Trouble is, I LIKE those two, so I'm a bit protective right now. Might draw a picture, that always helps...

I'm trying to stay with friends wherever possible, but I have also looked into hostels. Most of the YHA/HI London hostels are GBP 22.50 a night for a shared dorm. I stayed at two when I was in London a couple of years ago (St Pauls and Oxford Street) - I preferred Oxford Street as it had nicer rooms (at least at the time).

...although I can't say I know the other vampires in question all that well. Still, it's fun.

Alrighty I have a horse and a dog. The horse is a 6yr old dapple grey warmblood x thoroughbred mare her name is Minstrel (who, ever since her arrival, has ruled my life with her perfectly shod hooves and unpredictable temperament!) The dog is a 3yr old Shetland Sheepdog bitch named 'Lass' who can get kind of excited >
[SUEIFICATION IN PROGRESS]

OMG!!!1!! I have this REALLY PRITTI girl horse who is SILVER and WHITE and has a LOOOOOONG flowing tail and she ONLY obeys me! And her name is My Midnight Minstrel Dancer although I call her MY MINNIE MOOMOO! And she's best friends with my wittle PUPPI! SHE IS SO KAWAI!!!!111!!!! her names is LSSI!! and she is small and soooooooooo FLUFFI!

[END SUEIFICATION]

I'm going to go and beg for forgivness...

Still haven't read Twilight, so Am Not Qualified To Comment On It, but still, the person who came up with this is pretty awesome.

Which it will, because you fear it (:P), then do not fret about disguises - they're not essential in fics that don't have any original characters.

I'm feeling mighty lonely, I'll admit. Plus, I could always use someone to beta-read me in canon matters (and I'd be glad to return the favor).

Literally, in this case.

I just saw that movie 9 yesterday. (No clue what those critics were talking about; I thought it rocked.) And anyway, after watching it, I had some odd and somewhat horrifying thoughts that I thought I might bring up for the sake of discussion. A fandom sprung up around WALL-E. The very same will probably happen with 9. And we all know; with a fandom, comes badfic. To make matters oh so much worse, two of the characters (3 and 4), are TWINS. Moreover, they are ADORABLE. And inseparable. And they are 3 and 4. As in, Rule 34 (sick director's joke or odd coincidence, I wonder?). Do you all see what I'm getting at here?

Still more horrifying is the point I'm getting to. If badfic is to spring up, well, how exactly does one do a mission in a universe where all life on earth has been wiped out, and the number of living, sentient creatures is so specific, it's actually the title? I suppose a possible disguise would be those spider-robot mook things, but then again, they don't appear until very late in the movie, and they're all wiped out by the end.

Needless to say, I have prepared my panic room.

Your thoughts? Just curious.

And, as such, have sent Ms. Meyer a strongly worded letter stating said discontent.

http://gurotaku.deviantart.com/art/From-the-Council-of-A-V-A-W-113717858

Look online for hostels. We've got them all over the place. So far as I know you're usually looking at fifteen or twenty quid a night, though I've not investigated this personally.

Dunno if I'll be able to make it. I seem to have utterly lost my ability to handle public transport, and the current cash situation is a bit minimal, thanks to being on the dole. I'll give a better idea nearer the time.

Where are you going in England? Is it just London, or are you seeing the rest of the country? Only within a month there'll be two of us in Hull and another just up the motorway in Leeds, and a fourth just across the Pennines. Come north!

I particularly like the "boyboy implied."

The mini I reported was not from a fanfic, but I found a similar mini in this goodfic.

At least there haven't been hurt/comfort Suefics or ZOMG-Simon-Legree-just-needs-a-lover-to-redeem-him fics. As far as I know, anyway.

it is like the protagonist in the thingthing series. fun.

To make a cat, you must first make a deuterostome.
Take an ovocyte, make it divide for a certain number of times, until you get a hollow sphere called a blastula.
Then, fold one half of the blastula inside the other and stretch it somewhat (the exact way depends on species). You'll obtain a gastrula, with a hole at one end which will become the anus. The ectoderm (outer layer), mesoderm (filling the former hole of the blastula) and endoderm (inner layer) are formed at this step. You have now a deuterostome.
Then, you'll have to get a chordate.
Development continues with neurulation: the neural tube is formed by folding the dorsal ectoderm along the notochord (structure existing in all chordate embryos, but which persists in only a few chordate species). Then, somites (corresponding to future vertebrae) form, one after the other. You have a chordate.
With a chordate, you then make a vertebrate, a gnathostome (jawed vertebrate, jaws form from branchial arcs), an osteichthyan (the name means bony fish, as opposed to cartilagenous fish (chondrichthyan), but it also includes tetrapods as well). Than you get a tetrapod, by forming the limbs. The tetrapod becomes then a mammal and then a cat.
Let the cat grow for a while, and you're done.

Well, in fact, it's a bit more complicated, but that's a rough outline.