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Jun. 2nd, 2010 02:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damned_quotesDrawn inexorably to the blinding red "TRY ME!" written on it, Scott pulled the box down and pressed the button on the back of Godzilla's head.
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
The roar was small and tinny, but it made Scott grin a little.
"Heheh."
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
"Heheheheh."
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
"Hee. Oh Godzilla, you wouldn't leave me, would you?"
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
- Scott Pilgrim![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justdoesntexist [here]
There was a memory faded, of a childhood lesson. A teacher and the man called father warning them sternly not to go with any strangers. They were valuable, had so much invested in them, and could not simply wander off. If a strange man did approach them and they declined... If the stranger was not put off and grabbed them, to haul them off... They were to respond in a crude but effective manner. Albedo did that now, twisting in the man's grip to turn and knee Klavier between the legs. The difference between lesson and action, however, remained a difference of age. They had been told that years ago. Now, at the age of twelve, Albedo had the strength of a normal adult man, and the rage to back it up.
The moral was only that Albedo had always hit hard, and this was no different.
- Albedo (purpletaint) [here]
It was certainly...quaint. An ol' fashioned prairie dog, snug as a bug in his little hidey-hole. Thank you, Officer Marshall, that will be all. It was the sort of place procedure was a four-letter word, and the man -- one Tam Scotch -- behind the desk was apparently all that passed for law. Not that files and forms and counters you could fix your eyeshadow in made any sort of guarantee, but it still made her uneasy.
- Lana Skye (fourstonewalls) [here]
But sassy attitude aside, America could at least solve one problem. "Ha ha, that's easy! I'll just get my boss to write you an excuse when we get out of here." Because what teacher wouldn't accept a note from the President of the most awesome nation on the planet? Dear Mr./Mrs. Valuable Educator: Please forgive Minako for missing her math test. She was put in mortal danger, but now that she's been heroically saved, she will report for a make-up exam as soon as possible. No big deal at all.
- America (willbethehero) [here]
"Scott? This is Dr. Franken Stein." He paused. "...My therapist."
It was physically painful to admit. He was fairly certain his spleen just ruptured from the strain. If he was lucky he would hemorrhage out in the next five seconds and Scott and Dr. Stein could make polite conversation over his newly fallen corpse.
A man could only dream.
- Peter Parker (mustbethesuit) [here]
Everyone here had their own freaky version of normalcy. Part and parcel of the fiction deal. Maybe Brian's was a little closer to reality (whatever that was), but Peter knew he wasn't insane. To a degree. Everyone here was trying too hard to slot all the wacky events and bizarro people into their homegrown definitions and getting huffy when it didn't work.
They needed to think more cosmopolitan. Mingle theories a bit. Embrace the impossible. Just look at himself! Fourth wall broken, victim of Demon Rapunzel and a former sufferer of spontaneous ghost-murder and resurrection. He only cried like a sissy girl every twelve hours and begged for sweet death. No harm done.
- Peter Parker (mustbethesuit) [here]
"Observation: I think this place has gone non-Euclidean."
- HK-47 (arc_wrench) [here]
The room was empty for now, which gave him time to pull clothes out of his wardrobe and get changed into something dry. And he could be out of that sodding ridiculous t-shirt. He flung it into the corner angrily just to show that he could and then picked it back up because really, it looked terribly untidy like that.
- Englandteabastard [here]
Admiral ZEX was already in their room by this point, but if James T. Kirk had ever in his life known shame, there was no evidence of it now. He took his time stripping off each water-logged item of clothing, down to his underwear (hey, he'd fallen into a puddle today), and pointedly made a neat pile of all of it before even bothering to put on his grey uniform. The nurse, to her credit, oversaw all of this with a flat expression that could've rivalled a Vulcan, but if that wasn't a blush on her face when he'd handed her his wet clothing, then he wasn't the future greatest starship captain ever.
- James T. Kirk (doneinthree) [here]
How was a nation supposed to be heroic without awesome weaponry anyway?
- America (willbethehero) [here]
Snorting curry up your nose was something nobody could endure with grace, least of all one Peter Parker. While the sounds he made were no doubt alluring to most female warthogs, he was in considerable amounts of agony as he tried to expel the burning sensation from his nostrils.
- Peter Parker (mustbethesuit) [here]
He glanced up at the nurses--if Haseo was looking, he might notice a slight square bulge in the front of Carter's trousers and the lower part of his shirt. ZEX was going to be so happy when he saw what Carter had in his pants.
- Andrew Carterstlg13bomber [here]
He gave the door a rap before opening it, but found it empty: completely empty. How could Kakashi be late to his own room?
The man had some serious talent.
- Shikamaru (toobothersome) [here]
Part of him just wanted to grab America by the shoulders and shake him until he found out what had happened, why America had attacked him. What had they done to him? And part of him, not that he'd ever admit it, wanted to hug him and promise that he would fix everything and stop him being an evil flesh eating monster.
It was too late to stop him being a moron after all.
- England (teabastard) [here]
One never could tell with Guybrush sometimes. Good lord knew there was probably some puzzle or another out there that involved tricking a sea lion into thinking he was injured, leading him to be pitied and cared for by said sea lion as one of its own pups until such time that he could get close enough to steal the sea lions' valuable Golden MacGuffin of the Atlantic. Or something of that sort.
- Elaine (selfrescuer) [here]
What were they doing?
They weren't—no, they were. They totally were.
They were comparing their swords.
It was hard to get any lamer than that. Yuffie supposed that maybe it was some kind of macho male bonding practice, full of overcompensation and, uh, stuff. But, dudes, time and a place, c'mon—
- Yuffie (thatdamnedninja) [here]
Submitted twice!
Yeah, her life was pretty complicated. But she wasn't about to mention that to anyone, especially not someone she'd just met. No matter how cute or nice he was. And in return, best not to ask specific questions about him, if he had secrets too.
Hopefully his secrets didn't have anything to do with short-skirted sailor fuku. It'd look mildly terrible on him.
- Aino Minako (ai_no_minako) [here]
A random walk. A concept normally applied to things that moved without conscious volition. At each fractional timestep, nothing could be said relating the previous step to the next. Hence, random walk. If there was only one axis of freedom, plotted against time, it looked like this:
Drunkards were the classical example, although their movement was actually more complex -- the point as which one couldn't at least keep from turning 180 degrees on a single step tended to be the step that changed axes and fell off the bridge through a full rotation. That meant adding a nonrandom term to the walk. In two dimensions, that led to something like this:
Which was familiar to anyone who'd ever had to take or administer a sobriety test. Or looked out their second-story window on a Saturday night anywhere within a few miles of a college campus.
- S.T. (toxicspiderman) [here]
Only seconds later, Elaine stepped into the light. Ah, as beautiful as ever. Maybe even more so. Something did seem odd about the way she looked, but maybe it was just a trick of the light or the fact that she had what looked like a pillowcase on her head. Now that was a match that was meant to be: two star-crossed lovers wearing makeshift accessories.
- Guybrush Threepwood (sheepwood) [here]
She couldn't believe she'd forgotten something so simple! If she'd had her own clothes and her own belongings it wouldn't have mattered. She always had a compact or something in her possession that had a brush she could use, specially for the purpose of fingerprinting on the go. What woman didn't carry such a thing? This place had thrown her off, however. That was it. It was all Landel's fault and his complete lack of understanding of the basic necessities!
- Franziska von Karma (iwhipthefool) [here]
A little on the tentative side, Matt replied, "Mello? L's dead." Please don't aim for the face when you hit me.
- Matt (gamingsostfu) [here]
"My god. Shinichi, do you realize what this means?"
A dramatic pause. Scott's hand trembled around the can in awe.
"...We have just discovered immortal Coke."
- Scott Pilgrim (justdoesntexist) [here]
Dean shot the Doctor a weird look. Getting ordered into a cramped box with another dude? "Man, I don't shoot for that team."
- Dean Winchester (theroadsofar) [here]
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
The roar was small and tinny, but it made Scott grin a little.
"Heheh."
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
"Heheheheh."
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
"Hee. Oh Godzilla, you wouldn't leave me, would you?"
"AAEEEEEAAAAARRRR."
- Scott Pilgrim
justdoesntexist [here]There was a memory faded, of a childhood lesson. A teacher and the man called father warning them sternly not to go with any strangers. They were valuable, had so much invested in them, and could not simply wander off. If a strange man did approach them and they declined... If the stranger was not put off and grabbed them, to haul them off... They were to respond in a crude but effective manner. Albedo did that now, twisting in the man's grip to turn and knee Klavier between the legs. The difference between lesson and action, however, remained a difference of age. They had been told that years ago. Now, at the age of twelve, Albedo had the strength of a normal adult man, and the rage to back it up.
The moral was only that Albedo had always hit hard, and this was no different.
- Albedo (
purpletaint) [here]It was certainly...quaint. An ol' fashioned prairie dog, snug as a bug in his little hidey-hole. Thank you, Officer Marshall, that will be all. It was the sort of place procedure was a four-letter word, and the man -- one Tam Scotch -- behind the desk was apparently all that passed for law. Not that files and forms and counters you could fix your eyeshadow in made any sort of guarantee, but it still made her uneasy.
- Lana Skye (
fourstonewalls) [here]But sassy attitude aside, America could at least solve one problem. "Ha ha, that's easy! I'll just get my boss to write you an excuse when we get out of here." Because what teacher wouldn't accept a note from the President of the most awesome nation on the planet? Dear Mr./Mrs. Valuable Educator: Please forgive Minako for missing her math test. She was put in mortal danger, but now that she's been heroically saved, she will report for a make-up exam as soon as possible. No big deal at all.
- America (
willbethehero) [here]"Scott? This is Dr. Franken Stein." He paused. "...My therapist."
It was physically painful to admit. He was fairly certain his spleen just ruptured from the strain. If he was lucky he would hemorrhage out in the next five seconds and Scott and Dr. Stein could make polite conversation over his newly fallen corpse.
A man could only dream.
- Peter Parker (
mustbethesuit) [here]Everyone here had their own freaky version of normalcy. Part and parcel of the fiction deal. Maybe Brian's was a little closer to reality (whatever that was), but Peter knew he wasn't insane. To a degree. Everyone here was trying too hard to slot all the wacky events and bizarro people into their homegrown definitions and getting huffy when it didn't work.
They needed to think more cosmopolitan. Mingle theories a bit. Embrace the impossible. Just look at himself! Fourth wall broken, victim of Demon Rapunzel and a former sufferer of spontaneous ghost-murder and resurrection. He only cried like a sissy girl every twelve hours and begged for sweet death. No harm done.
- Peter Parker (
mustbethesuit) [here]"Observation: I think this place has gone non-Euclidean."
- HK-47 (
arc_wrench) [here]The room was empty for now, which gave him time to pull clothes out of his wardrobe and get changed into something dry. And he could be out of that sodding ridiculous t-shirt. He flung it into the corner angrily just to show that he could and then picked it back up because really, it looked terribly untidy like that.
- England
teabastard [here]Admiral ZEX was already in their room by this point, but if James T. Kirk had ever in his life known shame, there was no evidence of it now. He took his time stripping off each water-logged item of clothing, down to his underwear (hey, he'd fallen into a puddle today), and pointedly made a neat pile of all of it before even bothering to put on his grey uniform. The nurse, to her credit, oversaw all of this with a flat expression that could've rivalled a Vulcan, but if that wasn't a blush on her face when he'd handed her his wet clothing, then he wasn't the future greatest starship captain ever.
- James T. Kirk (
doneinthree) [here]How was a nation supposed to be heroic without awesome weaponry anyway?
- America (
willbethehero) [here]Snorting curry up your nose was something nobody could endure with grace, least of all one Peter Parker. While the sounds he made were no doubt alluring to most female warthogs, he was in considerable amounts of agony as he tried to expel the burning sensation from his nostrils.
- Peter Parker (
mustbethesuit) [here]He glanced up at the nurses--if Haseo was looking, he might notice a slight square bulge in the front of Carter's trousers and the lower part of his shirt. ZEX was going to be so happy when he saw what Carter had in his pants.
- Andrew Carter
stlg13bomber [here]He gave the door a rap before opening it, but found it empty: completely empty. How could Kakashi be late to his own room?
The man had some serious talent.
- Shikamaru (
toobothersome) [here]Part of him just wanted to grab America by the shoulders and shake him until he found out what had happened, why America had attacked him. What had they done to him? And part of him, not that he'd ever admit it, wanted to hug him and promise that he would fix everything and stop him being an evil flesh eating monster.
It was too late to stop him being a moron after all.
- England (
teabastard) [here]One never could tell with Guybrush sometimes. Good lord knew there was probably some puzzle or another out there that involved tricking a sea lion into thinking he was injured, leading him to be pitied and cared for by said sea lion as one of its own pups until such time that he could get close enough to steal the sea lions' valuable Golden MacGuffin of the Atlantic. Or something of that sort.
- Elaine (
selfrescuer) [here]What were they doing?
They weren't—no, they were. They totally were.
They were comparing their swords.
It was hard to get any lamer than that. Yuffie supposed that maybe it was some kind of macho male bonding practice, full of overcompensation and, uh, stuff. But, dudes, time and a place, c'mon—
- Yuffie (
thatdamnedninja) [here]Submitted twice!
Yeah, her life was pretty complicated. But she wasn't about to mention that to anyone, especially not someone she'd just met. No matter how cute or nice he was. And in return, best not to ask specific questions about him, if he had secrets too.
Hopefully his secrets didn't have anything to do with short-skirted sailor fuku. It'd look mildly terrible on him.
- Aino Minako (
ai_no_minako) [here]A random walk. A concept normally applied to things that moved without conscious volition. At each fractional timestep, nothing could be said relating the previous step to the next. Hence, random walk. If there was only one axis of freedom, plotted against time, it looked like this:
Drunkards were the classical example, although their movement was actually more complex -- the point as which one couldn't at least keep from turning 180 degrees on a single step tended to be the step that changed axes and fell off the bridge through a full rotation. That meant adding a nonrandom term to the walk. In two dimensions, that led to something like this:
Which was familiar to anyone who'd ever had to take or administer a sobriety test. Or looked out their second-story window on a Saturday night anywhere within a few miles of a college campus.
- S.T. (
toxicspiderman) [here]Only seconds later, Elaine stepped into the light. Ah, as beautiful as ever. Maybe even more so. Something did seem odd about the way she looked, but maybe it was just a trick of the light or the fact that she had what looked like a pillowcase on her head. Now that was a match that was meant to be: two star-crossed lovers wearing makeshift accessories.
- Guybrush Threepwood (
sheepwood) [here]She couldn't believe she'd forgotten something so simple! If she'd had her own clothes and her own belongings it wouldn't have mattered. She always had a compact or something in her possession that had a brush she could use, specially for the purpose of fingerprinting on the go. What woman didn't carry such a thing? This place had thrown her off, however. That was it. It was all Landel's fault and his complete lack of understanding of the basic necessities!
- Franziska von Karma (
iwhipthefool) [here]A little on the tentative side, Matt replied, "Mello? L's dead." Please don't aim for the face when you hit me.
- Matt (
gamingsostfu) [here]"My god. Shinichi, do you realize what this means?"
A dramatic pause. Scott's hand trembled around the can in awe.
"...We have just discovered immortal Coke."
- Scott Pilgrim (
justdoesntexist) [here]Dean shot the Doctor a weird look. Getting ordered into a cramped box with another dude? "Man, I don't shoot for that team."
- Dean Winchester (
theroadsofar) [here]
