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"...we need to get them down to the cafeteria. If Tyler's been distracted enough, he'll already be there."

Cassie shrugged. "If he is, then we'd be better off avoiding him."

"Come on, Cass, he's a right softy, he couldn't use a weapon if he tried."

"Well, you argue with him about it then." The bespectacled Agent turned to Liadan. "So how many ypurs got out altogether, then? We've seen about forty so far, but I'm guessing we're not the only ones to have run across them. And if there are more out, then maybe we could... um... no, I'm out of ideas without the sausages. Sorry."

I would love to come down and meet you! I should be able to, seeing as it's six months-ish from now, so I should have enough money and mobility, and best of all from everyone else's point of view, I won't be asking repeatedly for a British Gathering a few months later.

Though I'm not sure I can really help with the not looking like an idiot tourist bit... but I'm willing to try. And if not, we could look like idiot tourists together. :D

I think the way I saw it was that, as Trojie said, in the Real World punctuation isn't edible (unless somebody made punctution shaped chocolate or something, but I digress), whereas in RP-land and the Board, it is edible, and has all those lovely flavours.

However!

In HQ, we have seen people collect extra punctuation from missions and bring it back. I know I've seen Agents take punctuation into fics, too. What I was proposing was that the unnecessary pieces could be used as a food supply for Agents, now that this new discovery has been made.

As for ideas springing fully formed into things, there are plenty of ideas that have become things in HQ as well as the Board when nobody really intended them to. Witness the Ypurs, for example, or the swearwords. I'm fairly sure that "Glaurung" wasn't intended to be used by Agents when it was thought up, but within months it became all the rage at HQ.

...

Anyone else like to present an opinion? I'm open to debate.

Yeah, that's right. I give pokes.

Anyway.

You need permission to actually PPC a 'fic, so for that you need to Page the Permission Givers with a sample of your writing and a link to the badfic in question, and... I think your agents? And they'll look around and give you an answer. Those I can think of are Techno_Dann and Huinesoron, and... Tawaki? I don't remember.

Anyway.

*poke*

Enjoy your stay a'Board, hope to see you around, have a whisk and a pair of fireproof gloves, good luck!

... but I'm a) not entirely clear on what I was thinking (because I never am) and b) open for discussion on the subject!

In defence of the 'punctuation is only edible on the Board' hypothesis; in the Real World, punctuation is a series of printed characters and therefore the idea of it being edible is *clearly* laughable :P, and as you say, HQ is a World World. The Board is a kind of weird inbetweeny place where ideas spring fully formed into ... things, I guess.

Anyone care to try and make my ramblings make sense?

I mean, I'm not entirely clear, but I thought HQ functioned as a sort of Word World too... sort of.

But still, 'tis fun. *licks a !*

I can't believe it's over. Anyway, it's really good.

Haleth... *grin*

This is a joyous, yet solemn occasion. It's the end of an era. I feel like there should be fireworks and big bands and parties and mass hysteria involving computers and the end of the world.

...

Or, y'know, hefty congratulations and fare-thee-well to Dafydd and Constance, and definitely congratulations to their writer. {= )

~Neshomeh, stocking pretzels and chocolate anyway, just in case.

So, I'm planning on being in England for a month-long Medieval English Lit course this spring, provided all goes well with the application and I don't run out of money. I know I'll have some time to myself while I'm there, and I'd love to meet up with some of you across the pond. The term runs from about the middle of April to the middle of May and we'll be staying somewhere in London. I don't know much more than that yet--like which weekends will be free ones--but if it sounds plausible to anyone, I'll keep you up to date with the schedule. There should be plenty of advance notice. So, who might be interested in showing a displaced American how not to look like an idiot tourist? ^_^;

~Neshomeh, who has wanted to make this trip for years.

*glomps and gives a box that, when opened, will contain what the recipient really, really wants at the moment*

Because I couldn't think of anything else.

Except...well, I suppose you can have a whisk as well. *hands over gold-plated egg whisk*

Abso-bloody-lutely fantastic. Beautiful. You...you're amazing. I can't put the rest into words.

Thank you.

...punctuation behaved differently in Word Worlds to other places. After all, in Word Worlds, punctuation is part of what they're made of. It would be like us eating, I dunno, photons, or something, and declaring them to be delicious. I think edible punctuation works here, but probably not in the continuua.

Chainsaw, perhaps - thoguh we'd have to drag her back through the door and into modern London to achieve it.

As for creativity... well, she stole a dance with Darcy, which is a heinous crime on its own - how about being Danced to Death? We could chain or her hands and feet - or enchant her limbs - so that she's dragged around a dance floor by some sort of robot (maybe with "Darcy" written on its face) faster and faster until she's torn apart by the centrifugal forces. Or, if anyone knows Sara Douglass' Axis books, we could force her to dance the actual Dance of Death...

Hmm... must think. We shold start a sub-thread soley for death suggestions. (... well, actually, it looks like this IS one already.)

For sheer firepower, one really can't beat the Retribution-class Battleship - nine torpedo tubes and strength twelve port and starboard weapons batteries (and three lance turrets) provides quite a bit of punch.

In terms of effectiveness, though, I'd recommend the torpedo-carrying Dautless class light cruisers. They pack a massive torpedo barrage into a very small and inexpensive hull. They aren't exactly canonical for carrying cyclonic torpedoes and other Exterminatus weapons, but they're close.

Welcome to 'adulthood'... depending on where you live, of course.

Ah, well. Here! Have a 'water' bottle (of course that's not alcohol!), an Enchanted Stapler, a Transdimensional Pocket Knife and a fish. You may eat, or name, the fish. The Stapler will not tolerate another name.

Eh; being silly. Happy birthday!

Really, just... *hugs* Really great.

When possible. Besides, Sun Crushers wouldn't last long in a 40k-verse: no protection from the Warp, let alone against a Sue!psyker playing pinball with the brains of the pilot, or any Eldar. Combined Blackstone Fortress fire detonates stars and offer handy enough protection from psyker attacks.

Agent Sedri, who had been tapping her foot impatiently, now blinked. "Sure," she drawled. "Let's just sit here and get drunk while the ypur overrun HQ."

Iza squeaked. "Sedri!" she hissed. "Be nice!" Turning a bright smile to Nathan she said, "I'd like some-"

"Oh no you don't," said Sedri, snatching the bottle. "You're a menace sober. Now what exactly are we going to do, people?" she asked, hands on hips. "How can we restrain the ypur, and where do we have to haul them back to? Hmmm? Can we use a portal generator and activate it in front of them?"

"If that's all it takes," muttered Cassie, "Tyler will kill us."

one that the Doctors had been able to remove, Arti wandered around Medical. Since his recent abduction by Medical for mental reasons, he didn't see why turning all the Agents in sight into extremely attractive pseaduo-Sues was a bad thing, Arti had been bored out of his brain.
It had only been in the past week that he was allowed to wander around Medical, assuming he did not go near their supply of sugar, bleeprin, or sugarfied Bleeprin.

Glaring at the same wall he had been glaring for for three days, which had reduced it to a trembling pile on the ground, Arti contemplated the excitement in escaping. He knew he'd have to spend a large amount of time in here, but it was oh so boring now.

Well, ask and you shall recieve. At this point, two Agents walked in to Medical. Or at least, one walked, the other was dragged. Looking at the hurt one closely, Arti wondered why there appeared to be dust and footprints all over her.

*chews* Yummy! You guys are GREAT!

(Don't tell the students at HFA, though, or those lovely Punctuation Downpours we enjoy watching them suffer through might turn into an imitation of the Wonka Chocolate Factory.)

Lunac nodded. "Thanks Ansela. If anything, they're just a natural weapon. These machines just boost my capabilities by a lot."

Looking over at Riza, Lunac adopted a confused look. "Zanpakuto? Sorry if I did insult him. I'm just not used to many things having psychic capabilities around here. Hell,I don't even have psychic capabilities without these machines." He waved towards the broken device. "It just caught me off guard. I really am sorry."
Getting shakily to his feet, he gave a sigh of relief once he was balanced. "Ok, which RC are we going to? If we can duck in, then we can go check on the cafeteria."

THey propel tornadoes into the centre of star, prompting a nuclear reaction that causes the sun to go supernova, wiping narby planets in that solar system. I'm sure even Sues need sunlight, plants and their Cute Animal Friends to live.
But in the off chance they don't maybe we could use the fortresses to wipe out planets. *Rubs hands together gleefully*