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Especially if iv'e been annoying, which is a possibility.

I think I'll need the firepower, given that most, if not all, 40k badfic takes place on non-canon weapons, and I may need to bring down non-canon warships.

Nathan says slowly, after taking a long draught from his Catachan whiskey, "How are we going to get them trapped anywhere without placing ourselves at risk, sausage or no? I have a syringe of polymorphine from my division, if we have someone willing to temporarily turn into one of those things, if that would work. Or... hmmm..." The Inquisitor thinks for a minute. "Or I can run as bait. I'm barely defined enough to qualify as a redshirt."

...those shoes would be pretty easy to duplicate. Just make some nice dancing shoes from iron- high heels would be good, I think-, let them sit in the fire until they're nice and red, then make her wear them and dance until she drops dead from shock and exhaustion.

about the cafeteria. I swear I looked back over all the previous posts...]

They went, walking mostly in silence while Iza cooed over the mini-Balrogs and started a hushed conversation with Cassie about how she could adopt one. Sedri, fiddling with her far-too-long-a-name pocket knife, didn't hear.

Either everyone was distracting themselves fairly well or HQ was simply tired of ypur stampedes, because they reached the cafeteria within a few minutes.

The door was shut. No charm locked it. The noise inside was deafening.

Sedri paused, dagger in hand, still feeling a bit stupid thanks to her earlier memory lapse. "Uh... Nat? You said the ypur love sausages, right?"

Nat nodded. "Yes."

"How many sausages do you think are stored in the back of the cafeteria?"

We can portal into uncontaminated Word Worlds, can't we? And pinch the shoes (or duplicate them) after the queen is dead?

Doubly so because just because things manifest one way sometimes (ie, punctuation that we can hammer into place in a fic) doesn't mean it'll ALWAYS manifest that way - HQ doesn't like to be that predictable.

(And when I asked about Real World, I *was* making a joke. ;p )

it's definitely in Tenth Kingdom, which is based off of an amalgamation of fairytales. Somehow the troll(?) (still not sure if it is trolls. Could be ogres) King has the exact same pair of shoes and like to make humans dance in them for his amusement.

...the evil queen was forced to dance in a pair of red-hot iron shoes until she died. That what you were thinking of?

that the ogres(?) in The Tenth Kingdom had a pair of metal shoes/boots that could be heated up and the wearer would be forced to dance in them until they could dance no more. Maybe they would be of use in this instance.

I think this was the fate of the evil queen in one version of Snow White as well, or one of the other fairytales at least, which is how it ended up in Tenth Kingdom

Hivemind? Your request for an acid maw biomorph on the Agent of your choice has been approved. Welcome to the looney bin.

*grabs handfuls of ! ( [ ; @

It would depend on college and money and what assignments I have to do, but I'll think about it.

Can't help with the idiot tourist bit though. I tend to run around like a demented child on sugar when I'm in a strange place.

I wouldn't mind going on the Belfast again though. I had to stick with my brother last time and he was only interested in looking for guns.

...and nodded. "Sure," Nat said. "It's not like we have anything else to do right now."

Cassie grinned. "I've always wanted to see Potterverse magic in action. So, to the cafeteria then?" She cast an enquiring glance at the others before heading off down the corridor the same way Tyler and the Ypurs had gone.

Before she'd taken more than a few steps, however, what seemed to be two ambulatory fireballs came charging around the corner and leapt for her. She caught one and quickly put it down, wincing. "Greenlead, you know you burn mummy when she's not wearing her fireproof gear! And where have you two been? I've been so worried!"

Nat rolled her eyes, but tossed a slice of bacon towards the slightly smaller fiery creature, which was approaching her. "All right, Giml, there you go." She watched Cassie wander off down the corridor and sighed. "Shall we follow her, then?"

[[Winter, is there any chance you could start putting our posts in the past tense? It kind of throws me off a bit when I'm reading through.]]

"I'm a newbie, and was on my way to my ... tahdis? ... when an Assassin who looked like a giant saltshaker, leading an ypur back with sausage, told me I had to do the same, as well as change something. I asked an Agent in DBS to help with the Ypurs I was luring, but she responded with an indecent proposal."
"Agent Lux," said Agent Blast J of DAVD. "And the way you're dressed, no wonder. Go find your TARDIS and put something opaque on. But don't think of wherever your partner said your TARDIS is. Distract yourself or you'll never get anywhere. Meet us in the cafeteria when you're ready."
Rosalie left down the corridor.

"If I had to guess," said Blast J, "I'd say it was a plant for the LMSF trying to throw us in disarray. Here's hoping they get the You-have-failed-me treatment," she added.
"NOT LIKE-LY," said Omicron. "TO BE THE LEAGUE OF MA-RY SUE FAC-TOR-IES, I MEAN."

Maybe if I instill something into my parents's minds that it would be nice for us to come to England at that time, I could come.

But that's looking at flights from the US to the UK and currency changes and all that.

Monomolecular whip in a tube-used by jamming the tube into the target's vitals, making the whip lash out and reduce their organs to soup. Might be suitable as a coup de grace.

http://wikimaster.livejournal.com/1704.html

PS: This is not a prelude to any PPC Emergency.

ANOTHER PS: I asked if I could add new canon elements into the PPC.

Oh, and the Sue's once again called Amethyst. Make your own conclusions.

Came across a fic that mentioned in the summary that the girl was named Amethyst. Frankly, I had never seen that name on a person before. Other clues in the summary also suggest this girl is a Sue too.

As if I didn't have enough of them to contend with already.

Of the original Little Mermaid story. Whenever the mermaid (well, she was a human at the time) danced she felt as if her feet were being stabbed with daggers.


I think my idea is obvious.