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[STORY] Mr. Fnord Goes to Washington
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It would probably drive the Senator into an apocalyptic fit, but if nothing else works you could have someone quietly point out that the "Fen" have,
at the very least: The physical High Ground, A source of very large rocks, and should be treated as the equivalent of a Nuclear power. But this is only a last resort. 
[ooc]
We should get someone to look up "Contempt of Congress" as it relates to foreign nationals. Though, having looked up the repercussions for American Citizens in Contempt as things stand now, the "punishment" is 1-12 months and a fine of $100 to $1000. So if, say, Vulpine Fury gets a subpoena and tells them to "stick it in your ear," if Congress decides he's still a US Citizen, no matter what he says... ''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll  Quote: Manytales00 wrote:Every time that someone brings up the Heinlein Plan (i.e., bomb Earth with rocks), Blackstone points out that there are other things that the Fen could do that a) would be cause less loss of life, and b) would be easier. In order: 1. Zero-G provides advantages for necessary industries that we can issue embargos on American companies and the American government. 2. As a foreign power, there are more than a hundred other countries that the Fen can do business with. Blackstone would suggest bolstering the economies of Luxembourg and Lichtenstien (to say nothing of nations in serious need of economic assistance, like parts of Africa and Southeast Asia) before dropping bombs* on America. 3. There are literally hundreds of satellites orbiting the planet. Co-opting or destroying them provides an effective deterrent to American intelligence as well as demonstrating the Fens' advantages. 4. Dropping rocks on the planet affects the WHOLE planet, not just America. Unless we're willing to go to war with Earth, the Institute classifies this as a Lost Hat Plan. ** In short, unless we are already at war, the Heinlein Plan should be avoided, to the point of not being discussed. * - Anything moving faster than 2 meters a second does its mass in Boom. After a certain size and speed, a warhead is redundant. Rock or not, it's still a bomb. ** - "Any plan vhere chou lose chour hat iz a BAD PLAN." - Girl Genius Ebony the Black Dragon http://ebony14.livejournal.com "Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."  Quote: Ebony wrote:Part of what Jeph has his lawyer looking at is how easy it will be to modify contracts if someone jumps the gun, be it the United States, or individual Fen. Quote: 2. As a foreign power, there are more than a hundred other countries that the Fen can do business with. Blackstone would suggest bolstering the economies ofSomething else that Jeph is looking into, since he has a whole fleet of cargo ships running now. Granted, by UPS standards it's not very large, but still. Right now, anything of the sort is running through Australia with maybe the occasional stop in America. This can be changed in a hurry as these things go. Quote: 3. There are literally hundreds of satellites orbiting the planet. Co-opting or destroying them provides an effective deterrent to American intelligence asIt wouldn't take much for an escorted Starbug 1 or one of the Blue Midgets to scoop up a few dozen as a demonstration.  Quote: 4. Dropping rocks on the planet affects the WHOLE planet, not just America. Unless we're willing to go to war with Earth, the Institute classifies thisVery much why it's a bad idea. Just one rock could throw a lot of dust and debris in the air that can affect farming halfway across the planet, not to mention it's really not all that surgical to begin with. It's the equivalent of curing someone of lung cancer by blowing the offending organ out of their body with a bazooka or LAW. -- "You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor
Right, I forgot he's a politician. Only way to get rid of those is to push the entire planet into the sun. Not gonna happen.
We could slip him some Guacamole, or even some Jello... No, then we'd have to deal with him. Now I want to do the Real Genius thing and fill his house with Popcorn. Quote:ECS: As amusing as it is, by the time this kerfluffle hits smof-politics Mal's already in DC, at the Willard etc. So unless Marsden's got second sight I don't see them sharing hotels. It'd be *funny,* but we can go with a straight meeting instead of forting up in the same hotel. Your call. Well, that could go either way. Chris is in a separate hotel and hasn't heard that you've already hit DC, or assume he sent you an invitation earlier... whichever way you want to play it is fine with me. -- Sucrose Octanitrate. Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.  Quote:1. Zero-G provides advantages for necessary industries that we can issue embargos on American companies and the American government. 5. Stellvia http://fnord.sandwich.net/fenwiki/doku. ... er_lucifer]already stopped a rock-drop, and that was before they had access to Girls^3 tech. Anybody who wants to hit Earth with a rock has to go through the Stellvians... and Noah pulls out all the stops when the motherworld is at stake. If necessary, an announcement to this effect will be made by Noah and as many like-minded SMOF he can gather together for the press conference. He'll be extremely upset if he has to cut his honeymoon short because Yayoi felt she needed to tell him about rumours of war... -- 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 Quote: M Fnord wrote:Benjamin blinked at the message on his screen and thought for a moment. He was feeling quite a few emotions at that particular moment in time. Most prominently was anger for having his inteligence and heritage insulted. Another was a mild pang of shame since it was a bit of rumor mongering. Ben could see Mal's point of view, but he just wished that Mal would come around to seeing it from his side of the forest. Part of what made people like Ben and Mal SMOFs was that even before they came up out of the gravity well they paid attention to the political scene. That is part of what seperates the leaders of Fen from the rest. Benjamin could not help but see the political posturing for what he felt it was: the beginings of a witch hunt. And to be quite honest, he did not understand what in Skuld's name these people thought they were going to get out of it. As far as he could tell, someone just felt that they had to spread some misery around. Well, unfortunately it was starting to work. For a few minutes, he wondered about how to respond to Mal's last message. Here, the conflicting emotions struck with a vengeance. After fifteen minutes of trying and failing, he simply decided to let it go. With the mindset that Mal had at this time, it'd only lead to more vitriol throwing. Was Ben paranoid? He would gladly admit to it. He would go on to say that when you got as many precious people to protect as he did, it paid to be a little paranoid. To be honest it stressed him out a bit, though, so he figured he'd take Mal's advice and just chill. However, his mischievous side was not to be denied and, on his own money, Ben hired a reputable massues to pay Mal a house call. No matter how smooth or rough things may go, a Senate hearing is no picnic, and it's only fair that you follow your own advice.
(I've had a flash of scene that I need to work in somewhere....)
Senator Kellerman was ranting on about all the weird things spacers tended to be fans of. "And tell me, Mister Marsden, what about all these 'space pirates'? I understand you just had something of a war over it... doesn't that tell you that something more serious, more civilized, needs to be done about this?" Chris shook his head. "Senator, the war was against criminals and drug traffickers. Kidnappers, slavers, and generally scum. The Harlocks - your "so-called space pirates" - are just people who take 'Talk Like A Pirate Day' far too seriously." (maybe have it be a media bite on the senate hearings, part of the background in the early Soviet/Rockhounds strategy meetings...) -- Sucrose Octanitrate. Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode. 
Quick, somebody give me three genin from Hidden Asteroid. The team Mal hired for downwell security is showing up in the next bit & I need some characters.
I've already got their jounin sensei, so no worries there. Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"
Here's one idea:
Name: Shadow. After accidentally getting douse with a bucket of liquid wavium, he developed a biomod which turns anything he wears black (withing a few minutes) The items regain their original color several minutes after he removes them. Also enhances his ability to hide/blend into shadows. Modify to suit your needs. ___________________________ "I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin 
fenIRC chatlog transcript, 13-3-2014:
Ari : Hi Grey, it's been a while since you've been online. Grey: Hey Aristotle, been kind of busy with clean up after the war. How've you been? Ari : Not too bad. I've got a couple of interesting projects lined up. I'd go into detail... Grey: Zzzzz, huh what? :p Yeah, unless it goes boom I don't pay much attention to the deep technical stuff do I? Ari : Not everyone can. Who would I be able to lord my superiority over otherwise? Ari : Anything new or interesting going on your end? Grey: Not too much. Furry's out of his funk and fun to tease again. Grey: We're still trying to get everything sorted with demobilization. Herself is being a royal pain. Charles the first wouldn't have been as much of a headache. Ari : Why are you still working for OGJ? I'd thought that after what happened last November it would be the last thing you or F would do. Grey: The Stelvians are doing a pretty good job of pulling her teeth with everything they're helping to setup, and most of the fractions are pulling back, but someone's got to keep an eye on her. Ari : You think she's that dangerous? Grey: If she actually tries to lead, yes. She's not a bad figurehead, if a trifle obnoxious. You just have to keep her distracted by tossing something shiny in front her every time she goes quiet. Ari : Sol is also a trifle hot. Ari : And I suppose you would know about being distracted. Grey: What's that supposed to mean? Ari : I have a few friends in Crystal Sapporo, and a copy of a video shot when you lot were there. ^-^ Grey: Oooh, can I get a copy? That was a fun week. Ari : I forgot, you have no shame. Grey: Furry's got enough for a whole platoon, what would I need any for? Grey: You heard anything about what's up with the VVS? Ari : Not too much. Colbert did a Word related them the other night, but I'm short on details. Ari : The US Congress is doing something silly and knee-jerk at the moment is about it. Grey: That's about all we've heard too. They're going after Rockhounds too if the rumours are accurate. Grey: Rumour also has it that there's going to be a war between the VVS and the Roughriders with the Senshi annexing Utopia Planitia as a gift for A.C. Peters. Grey: Grains of salt should be taken liberally. Ari : There are times when it's nice to have no national ties to Earth. Grey: Yeah. Ari : And an integrated FTL drive. All the crazies aren't down the well. Grey: You love us anyway. -- "Having major planets disappear is always a bad sign." - Jim Blinn
[ooc:] If you need a "voice of reason" Senator, I think Bernie Sanders (I-VT, Junior Senator) might be a good choice. He caucuses with the Democrats, but is a democratic socailist. That is, in general he votes with the Democrats and counts as part of the party for Committee seats and such, but receives no funding from the party. He is strongly on the side of the "little guy" and has ratings from the AFL-CIO of 100% and "C-" from the NRA
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll Quote:and has ratings from the AFL-CIO of 100% and "C-" from the NRA Great way to get Marsden - and every other Browncoat - to hate him. -- Sucrose Octanitrate. Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
Foxboy: where do you find information regarding the NRA's rating of Senators and Representatives? I would like to see the NRA's reason for giving an
upstanding seeming man a C- rating (though I can probably guess). Gun control is just one reason why fenspace!Benjamin got the heck outta dodge. (Of course, you simply don't bring AP weapons onto someone else's space station! That's just plain rude. 
I'd think it would be on their website. I was taking this information from Wikipedia, so use whatever caveat or grain of salt you usually do from there...
I'd guess that it's because he votes at about 60% of the NRA's ideology. That is, he voted against certain provisions of the Brady Bill as a Representative, but voted for other gun regulations. Even if they're things like, say, a tax on Ammunition at a federal level or some such. ''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll
Thought I'd forgotten about this, didn't ya?
Certain things are said on a bus, we meet some ninja, Mal loses a staring contest and we finally learn what the S in “S. Malaclypse” stands for. All this and more in today's installment of Mr. Fnord Goes to Washington! SS City of Alamosa Trans-Luna Lines shuttle flight 1929 (Kandor City-Port Luna) 15 March 2014 19:33 GMT Mal sighed for what felt like the millionth time that week. “You didn't have to come with me, Sora,” said to his traveling companion. “In fact, it's probably better if you stayed the hell away.” “I'm not going to Washington, sir,” replied his traveling companion. “We need to have a face-to-face with some of our European suppliers about their quality control. Everybody else was busy, so I get to spend three days in sunny Adelaide arguing with Germans.” “Ah ha,” said Mal, “I did wonder.” And he had at that; ever since their quick departure from Grover's Corners, Sora had stuck to him like glue. Mal understood it to a certain degree – they had developed a good working relationship over the last few months – but her insistence on staying so close had him thinking. Mal wasn't entirely comfortable with where that train of thought was leading, but hey. “Sir?” “Sora, enough with the 'sirs.' You're making me feel like I'm Peppermint Patty and you're Marcie. Worse,” he added with a plaintive tone, “you're making me feel *old.* Please, stop.” “Oh. I'm sorry. *Mal,* thank you for tolerating my dancing.” Mal shrugged. “I'm not Fred Astaire myself, and you danced well enough to fulfill the traditions.” “Oh, you're a *much* better dancer than I am,” said Sora, with just the right amount of insincerity in her voice. “Flattery only works on GLaDOS and her cakes, Lieutenant,” Mal snorted. “You'll have to sycophant harder than *that*.” Sora laughed. “Thank you, Mal.” Mal raised an eyebrow. “For?” he asked, not sure where this was going. “For treating me as an adult.” Mal raised the other eyebrow, having totally failed to predict *that* answer. “Sora, you *are* an adult. Why wouldn't I treat you like one?” She sighed. “Everybody on Stellvia – and most of the people allied with Stellvia – think of me as Noah Scott's little girl. I'm the eldest daughter, his *favorite*,” she added with a note of sarcasm lacing her voice, “and they act like that's all I am. Like I'm just an extension of Stellvia. But you and Ptichka think of me as my own person. You trust me with your *lives* and nobody's *ever* done that before.” Sora looked at Mal and smiled. “So *thank you,* General Fnord.” Mal returned her look, dipped his head a fraction of an inch and gave her a half-smile. “I didn't start this crazy outfit to *not* treat people the way they deserved,” he said, “so I can say Lieutenant Hasegawa, you're welcome and it was my pleasure.” Sora's smile shifted, becoming more wistful. “Did you know I promised Yayoi that I'd go back to Stellvia someday?” “No, I didn't.” “Well, I did. And I kept my promise this week. I went back to Stellvia with the wedding, and then I went home. Now I'm going dirtside for a few days, but I know I'm coming home to Korolev, to Ptichka...” she trailed off, looking away. “And you,” she murmured. Mal cranked an eyebrow again. “Sora?” “I know what you're going to say. I think.” Sora said. “But... would you be willing to dance with me again, sometime?” ~***~ Reagan National Airport, Washington D.C. Main Terminal 15 March 2014 17:16 EDT (23:16 GMT) Mal Fnord stumbled through the post-flight “and you're *sure* you're not a terrorist?” security checkline, shouldered his carryon bag and tried to make a straight line for the baggage carousels. It had been a long and trying day, with the prospect of an even longer and more trying week ahead. All Mal wanted out of life in that moment of time was to pick up his bags, his security detail and maybe a cheeseburger before heading to the hotel and blissful oblivion. It didn't help that his fatigue-soaked brain kept swinging back to the conversation he'd had with Sora. After the fiftieth iteration in as many feet, Mal stopped and smacked his head against a handy piece of Art Deco frippery. Enough, goddammit. You've got more pressing matter to deal with than your engineer's infatuation, *or* your response to it. Stop woolgathering you jackass, tell the alligator to get to the back of the line and focus on draining. The. Swamp. That said, Mal shook his head, pried his forebrain away from contemplating Sora's words (Damn it, I said *stop!*) and proceeded down the hall towards his goal, bruised and unenlightened. When he got to the carousel for his flight, Mal found that his bags were already being taken care of by three teenagers dressed in black suits. “Holy shit, my bags are being stolen by Jehovah's Witnesses!” he said. “General?” inquired a voice to his right. Mal turned and saw a slim Japanese woman dressed in an identical black suit standing close by, her eyes hidden behind fashionable sunglasses. The woman bowed. “Hyuuga Rumi, General,” she said. “We are the team you requested from Karasukage-sama.” As she said it, Mal noticed the small platinum comet pin on he lapel, indicating her allegiance to Seijutaigakure. “Rumi-sensei, we've got everything,” called the shortest of the three ninja. “Very good, Nikolas. Akira, Jenna, take the bags to the car, please. General, if you'll follow me?” The four ninja and one Soviet leader exited the terminal and entered a waiting limousine. “Where too, miss?” asked the driver. Rumi looked at Mal. “The Willard Intercontinental, please.” Mal said. “And don't spare the horses.” ~***~ Willard Intercontinental Hotel, Washington D.C. 15 March 2014 17:29 EDT “Okay, before I go and try to grab some sleep let's cover opsec protocols. Ms. Hyuuga, how do you plan to cover security?” “We developed a plan of action while you were in transit,” Rumi said. “As the only adult member of the team I'll be the visible security, as your aide-de-camp. Akira, Jenna and Nikolas will stay undercover and watch for threats from the crowds.” Mal nodded thoughtfully. “Reasonable. What about weapons?” “Non-lethal and close range only. Akira is proficient with some ranged weapons-” the named worthy nodded “-but they're difficult to conceal. Karasukage-sama forbade lethal weapons on this mission.” “Nice to see Sergei's thinking ahead. With tensions this high I don't want to have to explain any collateral damage if some nut takes a run at us. That takes care of physical security. As for sigint...” he unzipped the carryon bag. “You can come out now.” Five purple-haired robots poked their heads out of the bag. “Hey boss!” said all five Deebots in unison. “How'd you know I was in here?” “Because the security guy at Port Luna asked me why I had a weather balloon and a can of swamp gas in my bag,” Mal replied dryly. “Oh. Well, your technological genius is here! Command me, oh mighty leader!” Mal rolled his eyes. “Since I can't just send you back to Korolev fourth-class post, you can set up the comm station, get a secure link with GLaDOS running and sweep the suite for bugs.” “Righto!” The five Deebots jumped out of the carryon and dashed across the living room floor. Two hurried to the pile of luggage to grab the communications gear while the other three ran into the next room, hunting for surveillance gear. Rumi gave the five robots an uneasy glance. “General, forgive me for asking,” she said, “but is this wise?” “Nothing involving Dee is really 'wise,'” Mal said philosophically, “but she *is* incredibly handy, so you get used to it. You guys chill out; I'm heading to bed.” ~***~ Dulles, VA 16 March 2014 14:01 EDT The Udvar-Hazy Center is the highly popular annex to the National Air and Space Museum, which happens to be one of the most popular museums in the entire world. Home to hundreds of aircraft and spacecraft, the Center has three centerpiece exhibits; the B-29 Enola Gay which dropped the first atomic bomb, one of the last Concorde airliners, and the star attraction, the space shuttle Enterprise. On a lazy Sunday afternoon, tourists from all over milled through the halls, gawking at the airplanes and making small talk. One tourist, a stocky man dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a battered denim jacket, ambled through the museum and came to rest on a bench right in front of the space shuttle. He sat there for some time, watching the world go by. Presently, he was joined by a young woman with long black hair. “Mal Fnord?” she asked. “Or whatever you're calling yourself?” “I s'pose I am,” the man drawled. “Of course, I could be Ralph Abernathy, but that's a bit of a stretch.” The woman snorted. “Yeah, you haven't changed a bit. Budge over, asshole, and let me sit down.” Mal obligingly scooted over and the woman sat down hard on the bench. They sat there in silence for a while, Mal eying the shuttle while the woman kept glancing at him sidelong. “You know,” she said after enough time had passed, “I don't think it's going to blink first.” “Did I ever mention,” Mal said, not taking his eyes off Enterprise, “that this was our Plan B if the deal with Kazakhstan fell through?” “No way.” “Yep. We'd con our way into the maintenance and security staff, do all the refit work in the middle of the night when the center was closed. Probably would've taken a bit longer, but it was doable on paper.” “Uh huh,” she said dubiously. “And what would you do when it was time to launch?” “Hadn't quite thought that one through,” he admitted. “Still, I'm sure we would've worked something out when we needed to.” The woman laughed. “You really are a first class son of a bitch, aren't you?” “Hey now,” replied Mal, “there's no need to talk about Mom like that.” The woman laughed again, pulling Mal into a hug. “Damn, Sam, I've missed you,” she said. Mal returned the hug with equal fervor. “Missed you too, Mary,” he said, pulling out of the hug. He smiled. “Or should I say *Congresswoman?* Congratulations on that, by the way. I don't think you got my fruit basket after the election.” Mary grinned. “Somebody on my staff probably threw it out. Didn't want the black sheep of the family endangering their meal ticket. But yeah! I'm The Man now, and so are you, and that's really kind of terrifying if you think about it for too long. And Mom and Dad wanted me to tell you that you need to call or write more often, you bastard, they shouldn't have to read about your adventures in the paper like ordinary people.” Mal eyed Mary. “This coming from the girl who took 'just a little road trip' up to Alaska and back senior year? And had to be rescued by *me* when the car died in the middle of nowhere?” “Pfft. That's just to Alaska, you've been out of the solar system. Big difference.” “I'm not going to win this argument, am I?” “Not a chance in hell.” “One of these days, though.” “Don't stay up late waiting for it,” Mary concluded triumphantly. Mal shook his head. “Allright, allright,” he said. “So what kind of gossip do you have for me?” Mary sighed. “Your little 'donation' has a lot of people in an uproar. TSAB's flacks have been all over the place looking for support; I think they want to confiscate the shuttles and impose some kind of penalty on Fenspace. Your old buddy Caldwell's already testified twice before the committee, he's the one who really got the wind in Kellerman's sails about you. “Kellerman's claiming he has evidence of a wider conspiracy and wants 'punitive measures,' unquote, taken. The State Department is claiming jurisdiction, nobody's paying attention to them. Buckaroo Banzai's got one of his guys, what's-his-name, Jack the Sophist-” “Philosopher Bob,” Mal corrected. “Yeah, him. He's been shoring up support in advance of your arrival. The President hasn't taken sides yet – but you can bet he will before this is over. And that's where we stand,” said Mary. She eyed Mal. “When you kick over a hornet's nest, you really kick, don't you?” “It's a gift, sort of.” Mal said. Mary made a frustrated noise, one Mal remembered hearing often. “You have a plan to deal with this, right? One that *doesn't* involve leaving everything in smoking ruins?” “Of course I have a plan,” replied Mal, sounding offended. “Don't I always?” Mary gave him a look. “Usually?” he amended. Another glare. “Five times out of ten?” “You...” Mary trailed off. “Yeah, you haven't changed. you jerk.” Mal smiled. “That's a gift too, sort of.” He stood up. “Hey, if you don't think it'll hurt your campaign if you're seen dining with the enemy, how about we go get something to eat? We can head back to the hotel and I can show off my new toys. I have ninja, they're really neat.” “Ninja? Really?” “Yeah, rented a handful for the week. You'd like them, they're all serious and ninja-y. C'mon, if nothing else it'll give the blogs something to yak about.” */ Team Fortress 2 Theme /* Let's meet some of the characters from today's episode! Rumi Hyuuga, jounin leader of Seijutai's Team Four. Not her birth name, of course; the Hyuuga “clan” being a collection of several dozen people with sufficiently similar biomods. Rumi was one of the Karasukage's first supporters, and Sergei considers her to be one of the best ninja in all of Hidden Asteroid. Team Four specializes in infiltration and personal security, having served with distinction during the Boskone conflict. Rumi's Bakugyan biomod gives her the characteristic light gray eyes and boosts her vision well beyond the human norms when active. The Hon. Mary Wildman (D-CO), freshman Congresswoman from Colorado's Sixth District. Formerly a junior VP from a Denver-area teleco and part-time activist, Ms. Wildman got the seat through the honest effort of her opponent, a carpetbagging black-helicopter nutcase who thought CO-6 was a completely safe Republican district no matter how loony the candidate. Said wacko found out the hard way that this wasn't true, and Mary picked up the seat. Mary is one of several pro-fen voices in the US Congress, though not a very influential one; as the junior member of the Colorado delegation she's not on any important committees, though if she manages to hold the seat in the '14 midterms that will change. Oh, and she's also Mal Fnord (nee Sam Wildman)'s baby sister. Go figure. Just to top it off, here's an alternate take of the bus scene from the blooper reel (tip of the hat to LittleKuriboh): “You didn't have to come with me, Sora. In fact it's probably better if you stayed the hell away.” “Sounds like someone needs a hug.” “I'm not a very huggy person.” “Then how about a massage?” “No. I'm fine, really.” “What about a kiss?” “... Are you flirting with me?” “Whatever gave you *that* idea?” “You just seem kind of forward.” “Really, Mal. You say the silliest things. Now, how about I smother your naked body in cream and lick it off?” “There! You just did it *again!*” “Did what?” “... Never mind.” Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"
Mal's sister is an elected official?!? Daaaamn, didn't see that one coming. And A.C. TRIES not to consider Sora as anything other than a unique person
unrelated to anyone else. Sora's attitude towards 'Uncle' A.C. plays merry havoc with that. (That A.C. may have considered a theoretical encounter where certain activities considered 'adult' occurred with a certain android of Mal's, Noah's, and A.C.'s mutual acquaintance is neither here nor there. That a similar acquaintance with green skin that may or may not have also been run through the above theoretical encounter is also neither here nor there.) On Omake: Looks like someone got the wrong end of the stick from when A.C. goes seductive. And, something I didn't submit to Station Ring for reasons that shall become obvious... This is definitely not official. *** A.C. slid into place to the side of Mal as the two of them looked over the reception. "One for the road, or are you steadying your nerves?" Mal viciously suppressed the twitch of surprise as the raven-hared cyborg spoke. "The former." Mal HATED being surprised like that. "Ah." A.C. took a sip of her drink. "So. How long do you thing you'll last before making Kellerman look like a complete idiot? Lebia thinks four days, but I think sooner. There's fairly good odds on both you know." Mal drank his drink. "Honestly? I think he'll make a fool of himself." "Point." A.C. nodded absently. "The betting's light enough to make it very profitable for that." She downed her drink. "Want another?" "Nah. Gotta get going." "I'd give you bubblegum to chew as you kicked ass, but I don't have any to give." As the two of them parted A.C. surreptitiously caught Lebia's eye. The cyborg sub-vocalised. Kasumi replied. Quote:-- 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 Quote:Also like the blooper reel scene - it's so obviously something that Sora has daydreamed at least once. Actually it's a bit of dialogue stolen in it's entirety from Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Movie, with names changed to fit the scene. I'm a horrible plagarist, bloo bloo. Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!" Quote:I'm a horrible plagarist, bloo bloo.(looks at the Stellvians... including the faction name) Oh, like the rest of us are completely original? -- 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
"Jack the Sophist"... heh. Philo would be amused by that, I think. (Yes, he's a real person, and yes he's licensed to practice law. He just
chooses to be a councillor for a hospital instead.) Ebony the Black Dragon http://ebony14.livejournal.com "Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
"Because the security guy at Port Luna asked me why I had a weather balloon and a can of swamp gas in my bag," Mal
replied dryly. Dammit Mal, my monitor seems to have a thin coating of Coke now. *resubmerges to work*
BTW, Mal - you going to add Congresswoman Wildman to the http://fnord.sandwich.net/fenwiki/doku. ... sentatives]Important 'Danelaw Representatives FenWiki page, or is she going to get a full character writeup?
-- 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
Answer unclear; ask again later.
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