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a maniacal axe-murderer out to hack them all to pieces, I can't see anyone complaining. With Gatherings it's generally a case of the more the merrier.

...On that note, we really do need another Board census of members, I'm losing track of where everyone comes from these days.

You know, it would actually be interesting to write a character who actually *did* have flame hair... and with all the problems that would thus ensue (ie setting things on fire, being inevitably partnered with a pyromaniac, what happens when they headbutt something... any and all meetings with the Flowers...)

I've been wondering if I should invite myself since the idea started to be thrown round. But I don't want to invade... Much.

Would anyone hate me for gatecrashing?

Ditto here; enjoy your stay!

That's Bath Spa train station, since there's no such place as Bath Station.

And if anyone else is reading, yes, you can come too.

And if any psycho-internet stalkers are reading, HALLO WE CAN SEES YOU.

hS

Agent Shadowflame slipped in silently. She'd felt that it wasn't her place to come here. After all, she had not been here for the event being remembered.

She was a little surprised at the party atmosphere, but shrugged and reminded herself that everybody celebrated events differently. Finding a corner where it wouldn't be knocked over or set anyone on fire, she lit a single small candle, sticking it to the floor with its own wax.

She hadn't known those involved, but it was fitting at least to pay some small tribute.

Huddled inside her cloak, Rilwen turned to leave.

The title is an external reference.

Noon should be fine, and I'd be happier if you guys met me at the station. Less of me wandering around looking unplugged that way. *g*

See you there!

~Neshomeh

Hope you enjoy your time over here, even if I can't meet up with you.

House/Wilson abuse fics (well BDSM with Wilson being the dominant one), rapefic, etc. All by the same author.

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/916059/DreamsofSpike

It'd depend on the fandom, though… I'm clearer on various games, books and some movies than TV series. *awkward shrug*

I intend to spork a Suefic in this series as a first mission. Thing is, House is more in Whatev's interests, Krisp's are more in science fiction series. But What' could also be a good character to pair with your agents as needed. (hehe I look forward to see Krisp's and South's reaction to What' 'being unfaithful to them' hehe and to see What' with any of your agents... lulz)
Well, if you ever find an abuse fic, What' will be the one.

If you ever need an agent for another continuum, you can pick. What' is into House MD, Numb3rs and U2, and hates abuse, hurt/comfort and OOCness, Krisp is into Star Wars, Star Trek, Stargate, Watchmen and U2 and is more after Sues, bad sex and OOCness, and South is into fantasy book series and hates bad grammar/spelling and bad humor.

"Or more people would be able to write 'Statsraad Lehmkuhl' the first time. I'm afraid none of us can play the trumpet," he added when Deryn asked.

"I guess half the room has issues with fireworks... What is FicPsych doing?" he said to nobody in particular.

Bye bye! Have fun! We'll miss you!

-and dived for cover. "Will someone tell whoever's doing that that this is not a good time for a re-enactment?" she yelled, to the room at large. (What, precisely, might be being re-enacted she left unsaid.)

"It's just fireworks," Leas said, watching them.

Deryn considered this, then retreated further under cover as the next lot went off. "It's not exactly an appropriate occasion for that, either! Lord. Next we'll someone'll've brought metal." She shook her head. "Least we shouldn't be able to turn this into a muddy field, an' that's not an invitation for anyone to do so!"

"Might be easier if it was part of learning the rest of the language, too," he mused.

At this point, Deryn wandered back over, looking somewhat discontent. "Hey," she said, less than spiritedly.

"Didn't find anyone?"

"Didn't even manage to get a conversation going," Deryn muttered. "You'd think someone would respond to a request, even if it's 'nooo, why would you think that', but no." She looked up at the Trio. "Say, do any of you know the trumpet?"

said What'. "Say whatever you want, I just wanted to point out whatever effects it could have on some people. We ourselves do not mind. And we're having enough fun here as it is, you're not interrupting anything. No, Krisp, you're not asking where his creator is and you're not sporking his ass."
"Feck, how did you know I would ask?"
"I know you, little grasshopper."
"Oh... you didn't say this one for a long time... I was almost missing it..."
"Krisp, stop that. Now."

Have a good time over there. ^_^

... (and if you're still around to read it) how about 12 noon (or if that's too early, 1 pm?) outside the main door to the Bath Abbey and the entrance to the Roman Baths (that's the same place). Nice and distinctive. Or, Kaitlyn says outside the train station might be a bit easier. If you still have a moment to think about it before you go, it's your choice.

hS (and Kaitlyn)

Yeah, reading missions in fandoms you're not familiar with is not always as easy or amusing as intended.

The Sue in the A-Team story is of such epic proporitions that all you really need to know is that the canon characters are working for a military/intelligence organisation and fought in the Vietnam war.

At least they are mercifully short.