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...it's also highly impractical. They did get changed into proper clothes before tackling the mission. Ix worked hard on those dresses, it would be a shame to ruin them.

Larien was my personal favorite! Mile Girl... sounds like a superhero nobody asked for or wanted. :P

Thanks for the review!

I got my desktop computer put up yesterday—we're going to have to ship it over because there is no way I'm going three years without any video games whatsoever. :P Last-minute doctor's appointments, catching up with friends before I go... It's been hectic.

Exciting and terrifying in equal parts. I'm not looking forward to being without my mom's cooking. I'm going to have to budget for food all by myself. I'm not ready to be an adult yet how do I adult?? D:

So, packing, then!

Fun? Terrifying? Both?

~Neshomeh

I find the idea of preparing for the Badfic Game a little ironic and funny. I mean, it's badfic. Preparation isn't usually a concept associated with badfic, y'know? Multiple people doing it is even funnier. {= )

Plus, I have now handily communicated to the FfW Admins that interest is running high this year, so hopefully they can step up whatever measures they're taking against the incursions of Lichtenstein in order to open the doors for us sooner rather than later. ^_~

~Neshomeh

I find myself taken by the idea of Agents tackling missions while in unfitting clothes (like wedding dresses) - though I also feel like this has happened before? Not that I can recall which fics, though. =P

Also, gotta agree with Charlotte's assessment on Pandora-as-house-elf. XD

And- "Elroy"? Seriously? That does not sound like a proper elf name. "Elfroy", though...

I liked this mission, though the fic author really should have just written about creaturekin OCs if that was what she really wanted out of her story. No need to rip off magic systems from TWO well-developed continua!

Overall, this mission mixes 'honeymoon' and 'Sue pursuing' shenanigans well. ^^

Here's to enjoying Pern!

I mean, yeah, I wrote BfG entries, and helped several other people with theirs, but that's not where most of my work has been invested. Most of my work has been going... nowhere? I've been writing a lot, but my focus has been scattershot.

But you may want a new category for "At what point are you in your education?"

I’m retired and enjoying the fact that I don’t need to pretend anything anymore.

HG

(Come to think of it, I still technically am, given that I'm posting this from my phone while standing in the bag check line at an airport so I can get home.)

And then I'm also moving up to Seattle this upcoming Thursday, which means I'll have a lot of packing to do before then and a pile of post-move logistics and settling in to the department after.

- Tomash, who's been meaning to kick off a Fallen London thread but doesn't have the keyboard for it

I'm moving to London in ten days. Ten. School starts in twenty-two. Talk about stress. ^^; Last day of work was yesterday; I know Delta can attest I've not been as active in the Rudi's RP channel as I normally am.

Ix and Charlotte's honeymoon is interrupted by a Harry Potter x The Lord of the Rings crossover.

(Also, this makes mission number 96! My Immortal is just around the corner!)

I know of at least a few people with entries already prepared, or partially prepared. ... Like everyone in this bit of the thread apart from hS, actually.

Also lots of people are probably heading back to school about now, that might be a factor?

~Neshomeh has actually been furiously preparing other stuff this week, but also has a BfG entry.

I'll ping you when it's ready for betaing.
~Ak

...but I can't do it alone.

My advice, as usual, is to respond. If you think you have something even slightly worth sharing in response to a post, do it. Like I am now.

Also, I swear I'm working on content. People can attest to this. And my mission is happening! Still! I swear!

...that a few answers to "How can the PPC be improved?" will say something along the lines of needing more Board participation.

(I know I'm guilty of the same thing. Expect a mission later tonight, I'm still editing it. I'm participating I swear please don't hurt me)

Participation, like just about everything around here apart from observing the Constitution, is entirely voluntary.

No additional questions - other than 'where is everybody?', but that's not one dor the survey.

hS

But if you want me to beta it when you're done with it, I'm more than happy to do it like last year.

It's almost September again! It's getting colder, the days are shorter and there's even more rain than usual. Unless you're on the southern hemisphere, in which case, winter's finally ending.

Anyway, it also means it's time for the annual PPC census. This is your opportunity to add questions to this year's questionnaire. If you want any questions added, tell me.
In about a week I'm going to prepare this year's census and post it.

For reference, here are the last year's surveys:
2015
2016
2017

~Ak

If I made it I would have dealt D3 wounds with my rail rifle.

That was good. I just have no idea what was going on.

First because it was rude of me.

Second because wow, that is so cool! I have no idea what is actually going on, because I'm pretty sure this guy has silicosis from all the dust and I am quite sure no science known to me can cure it just like that, but I'm also pretty sure that's the point. That ending! Between that and the almost casual reference to the Hiroshima bomb, I deduce that the Bone Man is an osteopath with superpowers. ^_^

I love his first paragraph of dialogue. "I will see you now" gave me a bit of a shiver. It's clever, and creepy.

And the descriptions are just beautiful. I think I'll need another reading to figure out what's what, but hey, that is no problem!

Thanks very much for sharing, and I apologize again for taking so long to respond.

~Neshomeh

Thanks, hS!

Sorry I've been so late replying, by the way. Been a bit out of it the past few weeks.

Ce’rana of Borune closed her eyes and settled into the hollow tree-trunk she was hiding in, taking pains to keep her breaths as quiet and shallow as possible. She didn’t expect her hiding spot to give her away; it was, after all, still a tree, even if it was technically dead. But there was no sense in giving her pursuer advantages he didn’t need.

Time dragged on; her only measures of how long she’d been waiting there were the running count of her heartbeats and how many times someone had come by her hiding spot, each one leaving her tense. Slowly, her blinks lengthened, and eventually stopped. Her breathing deepened, becoming slow and rhythmic. She fell asleep.

It took a while, but someone walking by her hideout stopped. Alex poked his head into the hole, trying to spot her. It wasn’t hard to make out the only soft thing in a hard area, so he stood back. He grinned, took in a deep breath, and shouted “Boo!” at the top of his lungs.

Ce’rana jolted awake and screamed, automatically jerking to her feet. After a moment, she realized just who she was staring at, and scowled at him as she tried to calm her racing heart. “Was that entirely necessary?” she grumbled.

“It is when you fell asleep.” Alex stepped back from the tree, grinning as he turned away from her. “It isn’t like you wouldn’t have done the same thing if our roles were reversed.”

The Dryad clambered out of the hole with a huff, glaring at the back of his skull. “No, I would not have,” she muttered. “Of course, I make no promises about not startling you in general, but that would not have been my method.”

“Well, you were sleeping like a baby. How else was I supposed to wake you up? I couldn’t rock the tree.” He started walking, not really aiming for anywhere in particular.

She shook her head at that. “I was doing no such thing. And there was always the option of knocking - the tree would have woken me on his own.”

Alex shrugged. “Considering what we were playing, I don’t think it would have let me win until I broke out the matches.” He didn’t even need to look to guess what kind of effect that had on her.

She froze in utter horror. “That,” she choked out, “is not funny, Alex. Not in the least.”

“I didn’t say I was gonna use them.” He patted his pockets. “Actually, I don’t think I even have any on me.”

Ce’rana closed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head as she moved to catch up with her partner. “It was still an awful joke to have made,” she muttered unhappily.

“Who said I was joking? Pulling out matches tends to make your tree listen to me. Or, as much as a tree can, at least.”

She froze again, this time only for a moment before she pulled out a pen, gripping it far more tightly than she perhaps ought to have. “You do what to make him listen.”

Alex froze and turned to look at her. When he saw the pen, he swore quietly and took off running down the halls. He wasn’t letting that pen anywhere near him. Not like that.

The Dryad bolted after him, shouting mental curses in Imperial Tolnedran all the way. She didn’t wave her weapon threateningly; she didn’t vocalize her swears; she just focused on not letting her long-legged partner get too far ahead of her.

Still, despite her efforts, she lost him three turns in. Muttering some of her curses to herself, she kicked the Generic Wall and began tromping back towards the Department of Technical Errors, Grammar Division. She could always catch him when he came back to sleep.