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While it is true that the PPC is an easier place to live than... my prior accommodations, I do my best to maintain my strength and ability.
I do, however, doubt that Derik is a bleeding heart of any sort. And in my time with him, I haven't noticed any actively dripping physical wounds, either. I do not know any large and dangerous monsters who tend to throw fire on a regular basis, however. If I encounter a Pyrae, I shall have to ask them.
Tai-chi.
I might go away... if you give me a remote activator for a day. I promise to bring it back when I'm done.
Is it true that you've hung up your armor for good? Have you gone soft? Does it have anything to do with the amount of time you're spending with one Agent Derik, noted bleeding-heart for large, dangerous, fire-throwing monsters? Do you prefer yoga, or tai chi?
(( {; P ))
Tell me, human child, what will it take to make you go away? I don't have any sweets to give you, and Technician Dives tells me it's considered rude to threaten bodily harm to small, annoying creatures, even if I have no intention of following up on said threats.
Definitely the S'cream-of-Spinach Soup. Some rookies plundered a whole bunch of food from the "Kids Next Door" continuum. And Grandma Stuffum's food tends to be even more risky than ours. But the spinach looked surprisingly nice... That was my mistake.
On a plus side, on that day I learned to appreciate Glopsnerch.
The Soft Cushion has been quite devastating, but he's a determined one. I will have to step it up and bring out... the Comfy Chair.
...
... Oh, hang it all, what good are the Narrative Laws if I can't get a dramatic music cue when I want one? Look, just push off before this stops being entertaining, or I really might hurt you.
Well, that rules out lots of places. Is that a cultural thing, or a personal thing? I gotta know this stuff. For my report. ∗grin∗
∗to Tom, with Snape-esque skepticism∗ Who are you?
(( Jenni has clearly taught her son the art of taking snark literally for fun and profit. ))
Because I'm not telling things of that caliber about my personal life.
And the nice award goes to participating to these Hunger Games things. Leading to being drafted for another session after of that thing, and if the DIA hadn't given me a warning about it, I'd still be searching the guys behind this to give them 'proper thanks'.
And as a runner up for the 'man up, that's part of the job' category... Missionning that Madoka trollfic. I didn't need pictures of middle schoolers doing this sort of things, I already have enough 'nice pictures' in my brain as it is. At least I can try to forget that one.
No, but if you asked my sister, she'd probably say otherwise!
Unfortunately, it seems like the CADs exploding is a direct result of Rule of Funny. Us techs have tried everything we can think of: fireproofing, redundant systems, you name it. You can take a flamethrower to a CAD and it'll be fine after, but put it near someone too OOC and... kaboom. You just learn to accept you'll be repairing the damn things for the rest of your career.
Questions are open to my perpetually potential agents, Larkus and Curff, who will totally eventually exist once I can be bothered to stop procrastinating and actually write a Permission piece, as well as a newcomer to my roster who I have yet to settle on a partner for.
Being dropped in the badfic mess without a brief and the fireworks at the DoSAT when we got back take the cake by far. I heard some Techies are still keeping a grudge.
But if you're thinking... before, then I'd say that was about one year after learning about magic. Back then, we'd figured out the worst of the accidental hexing was behind us, with knowing how to avoid the worst of it now. I had came back home for a family movie night after a... special lesson with my master, so I was already tense. The movie was... Madagascar 2, just a nice little thing my little sister could enjoy too for us to watch. I'm relaxing... Then our phone begins ringing. It's ridiculious, but that's so unexpected it got me jumping out of my armchair... Straight out of my circle. Bye Bye TV. And since by that point I'm also feeling this is my fault and getting pretty frustrated at the relapse... Living room electronics follow by the time I'm getting it under control. I was feeling real bad by the time it was over.
What thing have you done that you most regret?
What torture have you planned for the foul sorcerer? And why does he continue to return?
My love of Turtle's writing (Turtle, if you're reading this, please write up some Alistair and Corellieth shorts, because they are hilarious and I love them and more people should see them) and general respect for Zing (sorry Z, I want to say I love your writing, but I haven't actually read much of it yet...) won out over being intimidated by the fact that I don't know any of the agents here.
Thankfully, the entire thing was essentially coherent anyways, and extremely entertaining. Having met geese, they really are that evil.
Oh, and I would be awesome at the roll-the-rim thing.
sinnin' around a fire 'n swappin' stories. Most people are hidin' two to a cave. 's lonely. Sure, there's the pub, but it's not the same, y'know?
Also, it's good to hear from SeaTurtle again!
And I'm with hS: the goose definitely reminds me of Agent Monty. He's a gray goose, IIRC, but this is the Canada AU, so there you go. Clearly the same character. ^_^
~Neshomeh wishes she liked coffee.
It's been a while since I read any Magic novels, but I think I remember that glistening oil burns just as well as regular oil, yeah? So the most straightforward response would probably be sending in Geographical Aberrations to burn it away. Or maybe let Building Maintenance do it; it might make less work for them in the long run.
Incidentally, I remember someone (gaijinguy, maybe?) wrote a Badfic Games story of a bad future AU where HQ got wholly invaded and corrupted by Phyrexia. I'm not able to find it right now, though.
—doctorlit, remembering things before breakfast
Can you tell us about the worst time you blew up something electronic?
I'd very much enjoy it if it was free of snotty children asking intrusive questions. That seems like a good start.