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"For the last time, this is not going to be an excuse for a brawl!" sotto voce "Or at least I hope not."
"Sixdammit. Tha's no fun."
"Besides, you're drunk already."
"I'm no'- not drunk!"
A sigh. "Yes. Yes, you are."
"'m not."
"Then would you care to explain the bottle of gin in your coat pocket?"
"'s for emergencies."

Archer rolled his eye and pushed open the door, blinking somewhat at the decorations. Back home, solstice celebrations were...well, somewhat more low-key. Ah well, when in Rome... (Although he had to admit to not knowing exactly where Rome was)

Sabbat pushed past him, heading for the table of Bleep products. Why he was doing this wasn't entirely clear, as he'd far rather drink something he knew the provenance of than trust something from an unknown source, but he'd probably decided that if there was going to be a brawl, that was where it would start.

Archer watched him go, then rolled his eye again (this was beginning to give him a headache) and started to make his way across the room to the snacks, careful not to bump into anyone. If there was going to be a brawl, he wasn't going to be the one to start it.

Ugh, after a long and hard struggle I finally put this Torchwood mission to bed: Last Resort

*cuddles Caspien the mini-Dragon*

But that's mostly flag-waving and pleas; the departments have been known to work together seamlessly.

That said, allow me to point out that the author has named herself "PrincessCaspien95" - the numbers I can ignore. The fact that our unfortunate Narnian prince has had a sex change is difficult. Tha fact that she SPELLED THE NAME WRONG is unforgiveable.

I'll be glad to do a joint mission with a slasher if anyone's interested - killing Sues is a pleasure. Pads, Trojie? Anyone else?

According to The Fanfiction Academy of Tortall, mini-Stormwings are the Tortall minis. *shrug*

I do recall, though, that in Artemis Fowl they had mini-Roots, and Root was a character. Maybe you can take the freakiest/bossiest/bitchiest/most annoying character in those worlds?


(Now I'm tempted with mini-Roslins.)

Legolas Thranduilion in close proximity with "I don't want to be that type of person who doesn't give a shit about their former lover."

It seems this person has at least read the books, but... but... *brain a-splode*

I'd help, but I am by no means short of things to kill. Still, I wish those who'll take it on the best of luck.

But, granted I know little about the fandom. I was actually thinking specifically of Tamora Pierce's Tortall world and Jane Austen's world. I mean, what could you use for minis in an Austen setting?

Forgive Me
The worst has happened. I think. *glares at Ironic Overpower*
Anyways, according to deleterius, this particular LotR badfic combines mpreg with Mary Sue. And not in the Maeluiwen way. Noooo. Mary Sue(who happens to be "Queen of the Elves")'s bedwarmer Legolas has an affair with Haldir and Legolas ends up getting knocked up. What the frak?

So... DMS and DBS, you're going to have to stop your rivalry (I'm assuming there's some...) and work together on this one.

To have the plural form -i, a word generally would end in -us. The plural of things that end in -se is generally -ses e.g. case -> cases, Muse -> muses ...

so Apocalypes -> apocalypses.

Yay, reinforcements!

She giggled and sauntered over, still on a sugar high. "What song is that?" she asked.


In a remote corner, Lori Starrett and Bill Fallis were snogging under the mistletoe.

"Yes, paranoia does no one good," said a slightly tipsy Christianne. "Mm, this is goooood wine, very gooooood wine."

Do you have any alternate ideas? Mini-Cylons in general won't work because some of the cylons actually look good. Like Six. So it's probably just the Cylon Centurion and Raider...

Ah well, hope the mission goes well. Would offer my services as a beta, but don't know crap about that fandom, y'know? Well, good luck.

...chance." With that said, he broke off from the group to search for his partner, sure that the Ork had gotten himself in trouble somewhere. He eventually found Zodfang near one of the speakers, very intoxicated and bantering loudly with agent Troy, who was also quite inebriated.

"So...you're settin' up a...League team?" Troy asked, occasionally hiccupping.

"Yeah! Da Floatas sed dey wuz all full, so I figured, I's gonna make me own team, an' STOMP 'em all!"

"Hehehe...sounds interesting, Zod, c-can count me in when I'm sober."

"Ahem," Marcus cut in, interrupting their intoxicated chatting. "The DIA's breaking the party up, arresting Cassie for something."

"Ya mean da Agent you wuz snoggin?"

"Shut up. Anyway, they're breaking the party up, we have to get going to our RCs. You loons able to stand up straight, or am I gonna have to drag you?"

"Nah, we're good..." Troy promptly stumbled, but Marcus was able to catch him, using his body to support the drunk Agent.

"Come on, Zodfang and I'll get you to your RC, you're gonna need a boatload of Purple Stuff to shake off the hangover you look like you have comin'."

"Yeah, don't wanna miss da WAAAGH! Do ya, Troy?" Marcus replied to this with a what-the-hell look, only for Zodfang to give him a toothy grin. "Me new team."

"Whatever, let's just go."

With that, Marcus and Zodfang made their way through the disgruntled and cursing crowd of former partygoers, each at one of Troy's sides to hold him up. It'd be a very long while before this party faded from mind.

…and am now claiming it.

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This is the story of the eighth Toa, rust. I started this fanfic on BZPower, and I will finish it here. Don’t worry, I put the part I put on BZP here as the first chapter.
Bionicle - Fiction Rated: K - English - Adventure - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,786 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 9-19-04 - Published: 9-19-04

A mixture of Melange, Water of Life, and Vodka that only Reverend Mothers or Kwisatz Haderachs can drink with ease*!

*Although ordinary females could try it with a slim chance of survival.

Ow.

(Shame, I was gonna write a Several Decades Hence where Laburnum quit the PPC and joined the canon ;p Kidding, but it's an amusing image.)

I managed to sneak in a post yesterday. Anyone noticed?

with no small amount of confusion. She didn't seem to surprised by the DIA's appearance though, especially after her conversation with Kelvin just a few minutes ago. "Well, that was fun while it lasted," she muttered. "Anyone seen my partner?"


Actually, Georgia wasn't too far away, having come over to inspect the commotion herself. "Awww, no more party?"

Kumori grabbed her by the back of her collar. "No more party. Come on, let's get you back to the RC."

"Bleh. Not cool."

She rounded on her partner, who looked like he was about to fall asleep on his feet.

"Lightweight," she chuckled, gently grabbing his arm. "C'mon, let's get you somewhere where you can crash." She turned back to Marcus. "Hey, you should come and visit sometime. RC 825. Promise we won't blow you up." Then she led Zach through the DIA Agents and away.