The next chapter is about 40% done, so this isn't a herald of impending release.  Just a little something I thought I'd share.
Douglas had, despite his claims of minimal control over his owndefenses, lowered his mental shields so thoroughly that Albus hadfelt no resistance whatsoever to his Legilimentic probe.  No
sooner had he cast the spell than he had found himself in
Douglas' mindscape.
And what a mindscape it was!  For someone utterly untrained inOcclumency, it was thoroughly realized and detailed, from thehuge, full -- indeed, almost gravid -- moon hanging low on thehorizon to the wooden sign before him reading "Welcome to
Wackyland!  Population Thursday and Still Growling!"  Structureswhose improbable shapes and stability put the Weasley home to
shame dotted the landscape, and in the distance were many small,
hopping forms.  Faint hooting noises echoed across the strangely
smooth and brightly-colored terrain.
Albus smiled approvingly, then stretched forth his hand, palm up,with his wand upon it.  "Point me hidden memories!" he commanded.
The wand spun like a wheel-of-fortune, then slowly came to restpointing directly at the moon. 
Albus cocked a bushy eyebrow.  "Fascinating," he murmured, and
began striding toward his target.
Like any good defensive mindscape, appearances were deceptive,
and Albus found himself standing before the low, full moon muchsooner than an inexperienced Legilimencer might have expected.Unlike its real-world counterpart, it hadn't receded from him tomaintain its apparent position in the sky.  Instead, here in
Douglas' mindscape, it actually rested directly upon the ground;not the real moon of course, but an immense model, exquisitelydetailed.  Albus spent a moment marvelling at the miniature
perfection of its mountains and maria before returning to histask.  Another "Point Me" confirmed that this model moon was
indeed the vessel holding Douglas' lost memories.
"Well, now," Albus mused to himself.  "How do I get in?"  Hethought for a moment, then chuckled to himself before stepping up
to the miniature satellite and knocking firmly in the middle of
the flat expanse of the *Mare Serenitatis*.  "Hullo?"
He had just begun to laugh at himself for his own puckishnesswhen a mote of shining silver appeared in the spot where he hadknocked.  Almost as soon as he had registered it, it exploded
into a torrent of light.  Albus calmly stepped to one side andwatched curiously as it first coalesced into a human outline,
then snapped with eye-watering suddenness into the appearance ofa human being.
It was a girl.  No more than fourteen or fifteen years old, ifAlbus was any judge, petite even for that age, and dressed in a
high-waisted, floor-length gown of white silk.  She wore a golden
breastplate over the gown, and golden bracers, all with fine
silvery filagree decorating them.  On her head was the most
intriguing crown, very obviously magical -- Albus leaned forward
to study its six points, one each of earth, water, fire, ice,
lightning and metallic light.  In her right hand she held a staff
of the same pale wood as the one Douglas owned, but unlike his,
hers had a headpiece:  a golden mount holding a large crescent
moon made of crystal, with another crystal -- this one a faceted
sphere the size of a walnut -- blazing like white fire at its
center.  Her hair was blonde and gathered into two slender
ponytails long enough to reach her knees.  She was beautiful, a
girl no longer a child but not yet fully a woman, but still
hinting at the woman she would one day become.
Her eyes were closed, and an unexpected pang of longing shot
through Albus' heart at the expression of innocent serenity on
her relaxed face.  Then she opened her eyes, and they were wideand sapphirine blue.  Looking straight ahead instead of at him,
she spoke. 
"Hello.  If you're seeing this message, then you haven't acted in
a way which could be considered an attack on Doug-sensei's mind,
but are probably trying to help him."  Her voice was high and
clear, and she spoke English as an American, although with a
faint and exotic accent which Albus could not place.  "I ask that
you please go no further.  Beyond this point are memories which
must remain sealed for now, but will in time return to him."
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_15]According to Wikipedia, March 15, 1937 is the day H.P. Lovecraft died, and March 15, 1967 is the day Naoko Takeuchi was born.

Considering this, just how does Fenspace mark the Ides of March?
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

I'm thinking this would likely be a situational song, most useful in the games in Reboot (and other, similar environments, like in Tron), where it would enable infinite lives/respawns for Doug and all those he is working with.
I'm not sure what it would do outside of the games, if anything.  Anyone have any ideas?
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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber."  --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.

Or what is there to drink in space that's good?

There's been some touching on it - I recall the GC crew making homebrew, Brubeks , Crystal Sapporo and somebody going around in the Whisky business (I can't recall who), but what exactly is there, out there?

Including various attempts at a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster and the few bottles of Rocket Fuel that got released into the wild.

Why do I suddenly want to create a page called "Alcoholic beverages of Fenspace'? It may have something to do with the Laphroaig...
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?

"The universe doesn't really make anything in ones. The Earth is one of multiple planets. The Sun is just one of billions of other suns. Our galaxy is one of a hundred billion galaxies. Our universe? Perhaps one in a multiverse. And if you follow this line of reasoning perhaps the multiverse is one of many." ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson, during a Cosmos launch Q&A.

"You just blew my fucking mind!" ~ Seth MacFarlane, ditto.

Just baking your noodle a little this evening.
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery

FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information

"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"

Okay - how weirdly cool is this? There's a special DOFF mission where you have to actually go down to the engineering deck in person to talk to the operations officer. 
The mission? Put on a holoplay of Hamlet. You basically have to pick and choose from 19 of your DOFF officers and pick out officers who can put on a play well enough to be successful given the necessary traits. I thought it was wacky enough to give it a try. 

I aced it on my first go-through. Critical Success. And this was my reward: 



Yes - that's right - a holographic WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE is now part of my crew! 

How freaking cool is that? ^_^

I'm going to try again and see what else I might get. Wonder if I can get an entire cast of Holo-players eventually? ^_^

From the currently-projected Chapter 13:

Quote:"Some seek justice through love and truth.  But sometimes justice can only be achieved over the cooling bodies of those who have wronged you."

New thread starts here.
It's a good point that the TVT roleplayers won't be bothering to update the relevant pages here, but yes, if someone wants to post analyses instead of archives, I'd certainly welcome them.  Maybe we should put a message-of-the-day to that effect on the front page?
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

So. I got around to attempting to actually use the oldish laptop my mother gave me over the holidays, beyond "Yup, it boots!" and it turns out there's something very peculiar going on with it - if any software besides IE or Norton tries to send data, the wireless connection drops, and it does so anyway every minute or two. This doesn't happen if it's booted in Safe Mode + Networking, but that doesn't tell me what's actually causing the problem...

Any ideas?
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows