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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.

Cute cat pictures. Epic win. Moar.

On account of living there. So I would be up for that.

What a brilliant idea! I'll have to take a pass for this round, I've been sporking a Harry Potter/Twilight fic that has kind of drained my brain. I still love the idea though!

Wow. Yeah, I think that's all that can be said on that. I'm going to go and repress now OO'

Then we're attacking the crossover aspect, not the religious part of it.

Admittedly I haven't seen any actual Real Person Fic for this band (the Datsuns, and please don't feel obliged to find any for me), but these lyrics sound suspiciously like someone fighting off Sues and slashwraiths:

'They used to call it
Evil possession
An exorcism to cleanse your soul
Silver bullets
Nasty cures
For the boy to regain control

Voices in my head
Oh how they curse me girl
Voices in my head, oh no
I may be a victim of popular fiction
My official position is you've cursed me girl

Such a, a pretty curse
Such a, a pretty curse'

–or– What happens when Victor Frankenstein wants a pet.
Please help me make a cat!

Victor Frankenstein sat in his study, a cup of tea at his elbow, contemplating. His life as a student was not a bad one, but lonely. He closed his book, and looked at his covered table. It was almost finished.

The knock on the door startled him out of his reveries.

“Henry!” he cried, gesturing for his friend Henry Clerval to come inside. “You’re just in time! Henry, please help me make a cat!”

“A cat?” Henry asked, looking shocked.

“Yes, a cat! I want a cat!”

“So why don’t you just go and find a cat?” asked Henry, confused.

“Where’s the fun in THAT?” Victor asked, his grin infectious. “Look, I’ve been working in this for months! I’ve got everything finished, I just need a little help…”

Henry shook his head, but sat down at the table anyway. “Alright, fine, tell me what needs to be done.”

***

Victor’s maniacal laughter was wearing on Henry’s nerves. “Alright, Vic, that’s it. What now?”

Victor’s eyes lit up. “Bring me my electric eels!” he cried, his laughter only increasing.

With a sigh, Henry brought him the bucket of electric eels, which Victor then dumped into the vat that contained the inanimate cat.

Henry, having had a cat in the past, could have warned Victor about the side-effects of a cat waking up in a vat of fluid, would Victor have listened.

He didn’t listen, of course, and so, a few moments after the eels were introduced, was greeted with a face full of angry, wet cat.

Henry sighed, detached the cat from his friend’s face, and wrapped it up in a towel, attempting to dry the hissing feline. “You see, Vic, cats don’t like to be wet,” he said, handling the need-sharp creature with care. It was starting to calm down, a little bit, but still pointy and angry.

“I think I know that now,” said Victor, looking askance at the cat.

“Come here and pet it,” Henry said, holding the feline out to his friend. “And the next time you decide to make a cat, be sure you declaw it before you add life.”

As I will be going to Sweden from Sep 25th and working my way to London by train by about Oct 10th.

This Canadian would love to do a meetup somewhere in England!

Though currently have nowhere to stay and have no ideas on the hostel situation here.

Leto