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as about fifty blue ypur, smelling sausage, charged out of the cafeteria doors. Iza yelped and hid, but the other agents kept their heads, and used whatever flashy or noise-making weapons they had to keep the ypur from branching off into the wrong corridor - though with the scent of food on the air, that wasn't too likely. The mini-Balrogs had great fun burning a few blue ankles.

Sedri, behind the door, reached out to grab Cassie's arm. "Where's Tyler going?"

Aren't there moments of the day when something happens and you immediately think of the PPC? Like when your best friend gets a pimple behind her ear and says, "Well, at least it's not on my forehead" and you're tempted to mention the Ironic Overpower. Or maybe that time when you got a shiny new cutting board made from acacia wood. Whatever it is, here's a thread to post about the PPC-esque quirks of life.

And I do have an acacia wood cutting board.

I have a rought draft of "Skopos, Watcher of Narnia".

I'd be inclined to say that we should respect the author's wishes and leave the fandom alone - no and no to your two points, respectively. However, that's just personal opinion - it's never really been discussed, to my knowledge.

Anyone else have an opinion?

Some authors have forbidden or strongly discouraged fanfiction to be written about their work. What is the PPC's policy on such things?

There are two specific points I'd like to have clarified:
1. Are we permitted to conduct missions in forbidden continua, if we find fic for it?
2. Are we permitted to have agents that come from the forbidden continua? Specifically, I want to bring in a vampire character to annoy Agent Moon, and I'd been thinking about Vampire Chronicles-verse, but Anne Rice forbids fanfiction.

Thank you in advance for any help or clarification.

"How am I supposed to know where you're leading them to?" Nathan asked irritably. "I'm not the one in command of this outfit, but if no one else is going to step up, I will. All else fails, roll a scatter dice and pick somewhere to lead them. I *am* new here, but surely you people have someplace to keep dangerous creatures in relative safety."

Yes, I was looking on the Pit. I'll check both those websites out, thanks!

I'd reply to your post, but the HTML's gone all screwy so I'll post here instead. -_-

Just don't look for it on fanfiction.net. Most of the bad stuff infests the Pit. If you want to check out goodfic, go to:

http://www.austen.com/derby/

and start reading. Almost all of those stories have few, if any, annoying original characters. In fact, about 85% of them are plausible AUs. Be sure to go to Epilogue Abbey, though, because Fantasia Gallery hosts the "modern" P&P adaptations.

Another good site is the Republic of Pemberley's fanfic.

Yes, I'm late, I know. This is the first chance I had to check any links.

But, yeah. That was...wow. As people below have said, it's like tehe end of an era. And...yeah.

Basically, for part of my GCSE coursework, I'm going to be writing an essay comparing how Austen writes her characters compared to how Fanwriters do the same. Since I have both a copy of the book and a badfic, I'm halfway there. But what I'd love to do is to find a Pride and Prejudice goodfic, and compare how a fanwriter with demonstrated knowledge of the P&P-verse writes the same characters to how a Suethor writes the same ones.

So, this brings me to my main question: has anyone found any Pride & Prejudice goodfic out there? Obviously, I'll be looking as well, but since a lot of you have probably been in fandom in general a lot longer than I have, I figured that you might have found a couple of things that are archived on more obscure websites (such as a personal LJ that not many people visit)?

Sorry if I've come across as condescending, lazy, etc., but I'd really love to go that step further and get an A*, and I figure that you'd be the people who'll have found that gem among the horseshit, forgive the metaphor.

Thanks in advance!

While Nat and Cassie joined the other agents, Tyler looked around frantically. "But- wait! Where am I meant to be leading them to?"

Sedri opened the door, and the pale man sprinted off towards the nearest corridor.

Sedri glared at the "if you die" comment, but, being pleased that something was finally happening, did not make her usual snappish remark about not taking orders. "Fine," she said, striding up to the door. "But I dare you to try that 'I'm an officer!' routine with the Flowers."

Tyler, looking betrayed and very, very pale, held the sausages tightly. Iza gave him a big hug.

The other agents shrugged and shifted, hoisting whatever weapons they had as the mini-Balrogs crouched eagerly, waiting to pounce. There was tension. There was fear. There was eye-rolling. Nathan examined the prepared group, making one last check before giving the order to proceed.

Sedri rolled her eyes and, without waiting, opened the door.


[[Not meaning to step on your toes, but taking orders is not, in my experience, something that PPC Agents tend to be good at. Also, you're still using present tense - if we're not careful, there's going to be a time-space breach soon.]]

I'm not ignoring this section, but I'll post the next bit under Winter's one above.]]

[[It was from a mission her partner had just been on; the nerfs were the misplaced fauna.]]

"Very clear," said Rosalie.
"WE O-BEY!" said Omicron. "SEEK AND LO-CATE! LO-CATE AND LURE BACK! LURE BACK AND RE-JOICE!"

"Enough!" Nathan snaps. "We seem to be getting nowhere, so I hereby assert my authority as an officer of the Imperial Inquisition to put a boot in your collective rear end or analogous anatomical feature and get moving! Rosalie, put the sausages wherever we need the lure the things. Tyler or whatever your name is, congratulations! You've been promoted to bait-take some of the sausage and stand by the door-be ready to run like hell when the door opens. Sedri, you're on the door-on my command, open the door and throw out the sausage-if you die, at least Tyler will be able to pick up where you failed. Everyone with one of those mini-daemons, cover fire-I don't want the Ypurs running loose. Keep them following the sausage. Have I made myself clear?"

[[Don't mean to be stepping on anyone's toes here-just trying to get things moving a bit more]]

[[We seem to be getting nowhere. Of course, that could be my insane-efficiency side talking... And, Tawaki? I don't know much about Rosalie but is she supposed to be wrong? Corellia and nerfs are from Star Wars and DS9 is Star Trek. I'm all confused, and really don't want to write another section with the risk of ruining whatever you were trying to set up.]]

…Rosalie returned, now in a sleeveless black gown, and carrying a box. "My partner confiscated a lot of 'Corellian nerf sausages' from somewhere called Deep Space Nine. Maybe this will help.
"EX-CEL-LENT!" said Omicron.

*Gives her Anti-Lustin Lilies.*

It's just that not everyone replies to everything here. Don't worry, no-one's snubbing you or anything. I'll check your blog when I get home; Livejournal's blocked at school.

and looked at Liadan, rather annoyed. "Does this mean that the cafeteria was not where we were meant to bring them? Because if so, then why was I requested to run all the way down here at the risk of my life?"

Cassie and Iza were still busy cooing over the minis and seemed to have completely forgotten about the current situation. Nat, who was getting very used to Cassie's apparent ability to switch off to anything she didn't feel like paying attention to, shrugged and turned to Liadan as well.

"Is Sedri right, then? Should we not have brought them here? I heard you lot were tagging them or something."

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.