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which chapter? and aren;t they about 7 foot all? although not sure how much. and assume next you will ask about terminator and dreadnaughts, right?

p.s. which chapter do you like? I like SW.

That should give you a clue as to which canon.
I apologise for not realising the generic-ness (genericity? genericality?) of the terms when I first posted the question.

Look forward to more, and I hope Izel settles in well enough.

It seems to me that the halls ought to be as wide as is best for the situation. If it would be funny for the Marine (and, by the way, I know of at least three canons offhand that use that same terminology, all of which have different sizes of armor. Just saying.) to get stuck, he/she would. If it would just slow down the plot/action, he/she wouldn't.

Really, it mostly comes down to balancing the Rules of Funny, Drama, and Awesome, with the specific balance varying between different authors and stories.

I'm not sure what you mean by commendable skill though - all I did was make it a little less glowing in description of Mulhoon.

Drake likes transforming juuuuuust a little more than most agents do.

(I don't entirely get the appeal, but I see nothing wrong with it, and if it's voluntary and/or reversible and/or meant to be funny I'm fine with using it for fanservice myself.)

Just how big are the halls of the PPC?
Are they big enough to fit, say...
A Space Marine in full power armour?
Just curious, is all.
Honest.

"Tch," scoffed Nume, pushing her way forward to stand by Ilraen's flank. "'Guys,' she says. Look, whatever this is, it got us, too. You think I want to be like this? It's all..." She gestured hopelessly at her modified body. "Things are internal where they should be external and, and protruding where they shouldn't be. I know how insane it is."

Ilraen nodded. <This is my first experience of a female of my species. It is very strange.>

~Neshomeh, running off for a bit now.

Took me forever to crank this out--I'm pretty rusty at this writing thing. Blerg. Anyways, here's the first part of my first mission. There isn't much action yet, but I hope to improve on that in the second part. Hopefully, I'll have the second bit out by next Friday.

Link

It's the very first entry on that page. I'm still getting used to this whole LJ business, so the webpage is pretty rudimentary

You show commendable skill at (and willingness about) editing when there's a problem. So you can have permission, on the condition that you find a beta who's familiar with PPC canon, in case you make any (minor, I'm sure) errors with respect to the Original Series. It's not uncommon, and I've had a great time sorting out some of mine. :P

hS

To give a rundown of the usual responses, because:

a) This is where everything links to, including the Oddlots homepage which we can't edit.

b) When we have our occasional heated debates, it's actually better that they drop into said abyss.

c) For the PPC, it's better to have a Board that's constantly moving than one where topics get pushed back to the top when commented on, since it means new topics don't get lost, old ones don't get dragged out by a couple of people, and any particularly interesting ones can be restarted after it falls off the front page.

d) The simple layout is i) traditional, and ii) easy on the eye.

e) People keep coming back after years of absence, and they wouldn't be able to find us.

And f) We're just too stubborn to give up on this place, especially given the weight of tradition behind it now.

And yes, I'm sure I've missed some reasons out. :P

hS

"Oh, it wouldn't be pointless violence," Constance said with a lethal-looking grin, lifting his sword, but Dafydd nudged him with an elbow.

"Connie," she muttered, "you're acting look... I don't know, like a human male or something."

Constance poked his tongue out at her. "Probably all the testosterone," he admitted. "But come on, they're asking for it."

Dafydd rubbed her temples wearily. "Seriously, guys," she said, "you don't know what this is like. It's insane."

hS

Ilraen suddenly felt very naked without her larger male tail-blade, but she instinctively raised the one she had at the moment. <Um... I do not think that would be productive.>

"We didn't do it," Nume said. "We don't know who did, either."

<Perhaps we could assist you in locating the responsible party as an alternative to pointless violence?>

~Neshomeh

Why don't we move to Invision or Proboards or PHPbb or something? That way, old topics wouldn't fall into the abyss, and discussions would be somewhat easier to follow. Plus, it would be prettier!

It's Drake's expression of utter glee that really makes them, I think. :P

hS

...which, incidentally, is the first chapter all on its own, I have only one response:
*aneurysm*

"Um. Er." Dafydd looked distinctly nonplussed. Beside her, Constance grinned.

"Yes, it is," he said. "Full marks for observation, fuzzy horse thing." He looked at his... er... husband? Wife? His spouse and muttered, "Come on, elf, say your thing."

"... oh, right." Dafydd brandished her own sword. "Blah blah blah dramatic and threatening speech," she said, "but seriously, either you two tell us who's responsible for genderbending us, or we start breaking things."

"We're very good at that," Constance said, although his sword hardly needed any further comment.

hS

... I've already come up with an excuse that will allow me to reply, and it is this:

A /two person/ roleplay is just a collaborative story done in real-time. The problem is when dozens of people try to work together, it gets messy.

Ergo, I'm fully consistant if I allow myself to respond. :P

hS

... I totally didn't just respond in-character to your first post on this thread. >.>

~Neshomeh

While waiting for attention from our IT department, which is notorious for taking forever to do anything, I downloaded the free version of Ad-Aware. I haven't had any more problems so far, but there have been long stretches with no problems before, so I hesitate to say that means anything. Just thought you folks should know.

~Neshomeh

Why is it, that in just about every fandom or such-like that I have looked into, gender-bending has cropped up?
Not that I mind, since, thanks to a certain trope associated with genderbending, the results are usually pleasing to the eye.
It doesn't hurt that I hold a passing interest in genderbending myself, but who's paying attention to that?

Although PPC RPs are great fun, I don't think they need to be as common as they are. Wouldn't it be more interesting -- and easier to keep track of afterwards, since RP transcripts tend to be very difficult to write up -- to let people write their own stories about the events and link them all from a central page? Then anyone who wanted to collaborate, either by writing a story together or by writing two that interacted with one another, could do so, and anyone who just wanted to write their own story could do that, too.

Just a suggestion, obviously, but...

hS

At the knock on the door, two things happened. A female voice shouted "No, don't--!", and the door was opened. The opener was a purplish-furred female Andalite.

<Hello,> said she.

"Dammit, Ilraen," grumbled the first voice, which belonged to a tall, thin, angry-looking woman who stood with her arms crossed awkwardly over her breasts. "Well, who is it? What do they want?"

<Please excuse my partner,> said Ilraen. <We are not usually... um... like this. He--she--Agent Supernumerary is not very happy about it.> Beat. <Er, do you know that your sword is on fire?>

~Neshomeh

Perhaps Makes-Things never got around to fixing the recovered portal from that mission. Perhaps someone tries integrating it into the current system, but it's still Sue-infected and it sends a signal to everyone's disguise generators. Or something like that.

Would that count as a PPC Crisis? It's not very crisis-like. It would really mess up the graph of PPC Crises if we did count it as one.

Anyway, I think it would be a good RP scenario. *g*

~Neshomeh