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He nodded and started walking in the indicated direction, and Animus was right behind him. "I probably should have expected that," Dilx said, just a little embarrassed. "But her mother seems to be pretty good with her! Is it talent, or has she done this before?"

Ix ducked her head, turning her shoulders away from Derik. "Sorry, I'm not looking to bother you."

Charlotte shook her head. "Hey, nothing wrong with the names from your home canon," she said. "I'm just... a bit jealous, that's all." She glanced back at Ix, wistfulness on her face.

Ian and Henry had satisfied themselves with all the sugary goodness on offer for the moment and begun to wander the rest of the party, looking for entertainment. Henry had spotted Leonidas, which wasn't exactly hard.

Ian shook his head. "No way, I'm not going over there. The other one said he'd cut us down. What if this one actually does?"

Henry smirked. "You scared?"

"Yeah! Why aren't you?"

That was not the answer Henry wanted. He scowled, which he could do quite impressively with his long face. "Ian, it's a party, and it's the PPC. We're totally surrounded by people who probably have knives and stuff. Nobody's gonna hurt us. Don't be a baby." He marched toward the legionary.

Ian sighed, shook his head, and followed. Technically, he was older, so it was probably his responsibility to save his friend's life if it came down to it, even if he was being really stupid.

"Hi!" Henry called out once he got close enough. "Who are you guys?"

(( Henry's logic here is unimpeachable. {= P I couldn't resist the urge to try and get him into a conversation here. He has opinions about the original Leonidas and certain portrayals thereof thanks to his association with Agent Suicide. ))

I know, I know - me as a 'Seph apologist, whatever next, but I feel like the dissonance you're talking about was the entire point. The fact that the remaining gods were still in 'business as usual' mode - still acting as though It Can't Happen Here - I think it was kind of a WWI allegory? Like how the royal houses of Europe saw the Great War as just another imperial spat, and then suddenly - "my God! Millions of people are dead, however did that happen?"

Ironically, Persephone is probably the one this applies least to, since she already had her 'my Me!' moment after the Hades Assassination. Remember this?



(Art Deco Greek mythology is my new favourite style, btw.)

Chills, I'm telling you. So things like the wine episode were a bit backslidey, yes, but I read them more as her being in denial. It's all about building the tension, so that when the moment comes in S4 when she finally puts on the Helm of Darkness and throws in with Colonel Tezu for good, it actually means something.

hS

"Your face! Oh, Loki, it gets people every time." She patted Charlotte bracingly on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure this kid is safe from goblins here, so I don't mind breaking with tradition." She snickered some more, but then her face softened. "Nah, but for real, I know what his name is. It'll be good. Don't tell Derik, though. I can still get him sometimes if I trot out the really old ones, like Hugefarts."

Derik, blissfully unaware of the content of the conversation, regarded Gall with a mixed expression. "She does have her moments," he said, then shook himself and turned back to Ix. "I'm sorry. Did you want to talk to me, or...?"

"Well, yeah," said Ialthos. "Of course you do. You're practically a walking one."

Ferrux chuckled. "You don't mean that..."

"Oh yes I do, especially dressed like that!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Both of them looked at each other. And then they burst out laughing.

And then, because she still had all the maturity of a two year old, she pulled.

The Aviator was by her side in a flash. "Elanor, we don't pull hair," she said, taking the Time Tot from Dilx's arms. Elanor screwed up her face, looking like she was about to throw a tantrum, but the Aviator put a finger on Elanor's lips, beginning to hum.

"Let's move over this way," Zeb hastily suggested to Animus and Dilx. "They might be a while."

Ix's hands shook as she took her food, and she had to remind herself that she was wearing gloves—he had no proper way of telling it was her. "She's really excited. I think it's sweet."

It took Charlotte a moment to remember Gall's home continuum. "Well, I think Dogbreath is pretty good for where you come from," she said. "But it doesn't sound like something that'd fit Derik's home continuum?" She hugged herself, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in her chest. "Maybe you two could find something that would be a compromise."

I TOLD you he was the hottness! I told you ALL but you wouldn't LISTIN!!!! And hes' even HOTTTER now hes' a SIDHE!! (tahts' how you spell 'she' acorrding to me beter u knoe) And NOW you will ALL HAFE to BELEIVE me!!!

[Is led away, still ranting]

"... is decide what to do with the time that is given us."

I'm not entirely sure it's what Tolkien meant, but I appear to be in possession of time and I chose to use it to assemble a Sexy Sunflower Official Costume.

I make a practice of living without regrets.

And quite possibly a bit to much time.

At best, Gall was too pleased with herself to realize she was probably making everyone in earshot uncomfortable. At worst, she didn't care. "They tell me it's a boy. Still can't believe you can actually know that already." She shook her head, then leaned in with a confidential air. "Hey, what do you think for a name: 'Dogbreath' or 'Burrfoot'? I had the first one in mind for a boy or a girl, but the second one is a family name, so...?"

Derik was in the middle of dishing up some of what he was pretty sure were sweet potatoes swirled with black food coloring and nearly lost a spoonful when he jumped—he was too focused, and Ix had come up quietly on his right. "Ah, shards, sorry," he muttered back, replacing the spoon and stepping out of the way. He looked toward Gall, confirming that this was one of the people she'd been talking to. With his free hand, he rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. "I know that look on her face. Whatever she's been saying, it was wrong and I apologize."

As I can have no regret for an earthquake, or a tsunami. An act of nature that, frankly, was inevitable, eventually.

Snowy is a hero. Not the one we want, and definitely not the one we need. But a hero, nonetheless.
The sheer dedication to a really dumb offhand joke that shouldn't have been dwelt on for longer than a few seconds is genuinely amazing. Godspeed, Snowy, godspeed.

The next step is to of course enshrine this achievement within PPC canon. Like a scar, or a haunting.

I totally understand that feeling. It really sucks getting called out for something, and I'm honestly sorry I had to do that to you.

But nobody hates you. It's gonna be okay.

Actually, I do have one suggestion (which I made before, but still think it's worth saying): Sexy-up a suit (miniskirt or hotpants, a cropped suit blazer, tie tied way too loosely, etc).

A+ work, though. The green body paint was a nice touch.

There was some discussion on the Discord a while back of a phenomenon I like to refer to as "Rule 34.B", which states, "If it exists, there is a perplexingly provocative Halloween costume of it."

Our good friend Larfen J. Stocke, with his usual quick perception, proposed a fictional character for which no sexy Halloween costume exists. As it turns out, I have become so attached to my little rule that I had to rectify that at once.

I place at least 10% of the blame on Larf.

Without further ado, I present to you my Halloween project this year: The Sexy Sunflower Official Costume. (These pictures are somewhat NSFW and, in my opinion, somewhat disturbing. Bear that in mind.)

Thank you for viewing my project. In the absence of Bleeprin being a real thing, here is a picture of a kitten dressed as a bat.

"Thank you, Elanor. And it's not rude at all! I normally... um... Oh... what's the word..." He glanced at his partner for help.

"Naga," Animus said.

Dilx's expression brightened. "Thank you! Right, normally, I look like one of your Nagas - the new ones, not the ones without arms - except I have five heads. And am purple."

/hands over some chocolate bark/

Also, I have never actually heard of the Maximum Ride movie. Therefore, I shall act like it's a Matrix sequel and doesn't exist! /I kid, I kid; that only applies if you don't like it, not if you just haven't seen it.

Zeb folded his hands shyly. "If it's not rude of me to ask..."

Elanor tugged gently on Dilx's hair. "I like your hair," she declared.

"That's great," she said, forcing cheer into her voice. "Congratulations, you guys. I'm really happy for you. Boy or girl?"

Ix turned away to the buffet table, face burning. She couldn't listen to this right now, it was too painful. She edged towards Derik, awkwardly reaching past him towards the peanut butter cups. "Sorry," she muttered. "'Scuse me, sorry..."

I like 'Seph just as much as the next guy, but I think the scenes with her were actually Fifth War's weak point. They would have worked in season two, but she brought too much of that old style to an arc significantly darker and more grounded than the early days. Having her snarking about wine vintages an episode after Private Cuztec's heroic last stand was a bit jarring for me.

In short: I disapprove of plot-lines that don't affect each other.

Here, have some chocolate and enjoy your stay!

And don't worry, we don't bite... much.