Up Front: P.A. Story
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Emma Hart, in reply to
"Mary Sue the Sexual Robot tenderly stroked the cracked columns of the Cathedral's inner chamber..."
Oh Jesus. Okay...
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James Butler, in reply to
Replying to self: Gah, how could I have missed that I was quoting from a chapter which is almost called "The Manatee on Sun Street"?
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Andre Alessi, in reply to
Replying to self: Gah, how could I have missed that I was quoting from a chapter which is almost called “The Manatee on Sun Street”?
Referencing Gene Wolfe? +1 beers for that man there.
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Sacha, in reply to
extra points for a Cherry 2000 reference
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Kumara Republic, in reply to
Just a note -- when I can get permissions turned on, Emma will also be able to accept submitted images via the sexy file-upload button in this forum. So bear that in mind.
Including embedded images, like YouTube clips can?
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You know, if we include a villa near the Avon, we can work in some Blake's 7 slash.
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Lilith __, in reply to
we can work in some Blake’s 7 slash.
And I feel strongly that Chch has been suffering Rift activity and therefore demand some Captain Jack action! [Perhaps he goes up against Copthorne Durham, as it were?]
ETA: and chemical toilets: clearly alien technology!
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Torchwood: outside the government, beyond the EQC...
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Sacha, in reply to
Torchwood, a story of insurance fraud in the eastern suburbs..
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recordari, in reply to
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Andre Alessi, in reply to
Torchwood: outside the government, beyond the EQC…
Torchwood 4, based in Hereford St. Hilary's chocolate shop is where they make the special chocolate that you feed to pterodactyls.
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Emma Hart, in reply to
You know, if we include a villa near the Avon, we can work in some Blake's 7 slash.
*applauds*
Also, yeah, I've been getting that Torchwood vibe. Because there is clearly some kind of time-space continuum policing organisation that Megan, Hadyn, and Ellerslie Panmure belong to. And it needs a name...
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Also, Matt has wonderfully switched attachments back on, so visual submission is now a go. The idea would be to get images we can use in the background while I read.
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recordari, in reply to
The idea would be to get images we can use in the background while I read.
Without you knowing what they are? Awesome. This could be seriously fun, and dangerous.
ETA: Right, I guess you will have to know, but the thought of random images at inopportune moments did somewhat appeal.
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Here's a starter for ten:
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Andre Alessi, in reply to
I found this for Emma and Ngaire earlier (don't ask, I don't want to talk about it.)
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Can we squee-ze in a cameo from Albert the Otter?
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The Greendale Fault moved. A small shiver. The fault had shot due south to Ellesmere and north along SH1. It continued on and split the Red Zone clean along the Avon River. Haywood was now part of the 4th Isle. The Cashmere members of the Weedons Country Club and Golf Course would now be needing a ferry to reach the 1st.
The gap widened. By 3-46pm Tuesday, the 28 July 2011, it was 147.45m wide at the Oxford on Avon which was now more than spitting distance from the Town Hall.
Ngai Tahu phoned the Waitangi Commission to claim the bed of the newly formed Red Zone Strait. It was just in tme too. Gerry was contemplating filling it in and selling it off for his temporary housing.
Abigail, standing on the torn end of the Bridge of Rememberance watching in wonder, muttered." I hope I have remembered my She Wee".
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Jeremy Andrew, in reply to
Ahhh! My eyes!!
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Emma Hart, in reply to
Can we squee-ze in a cameo from Albert the Otter?
I'll ask his Dad.
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James Butler, in reply to
Including embedded images, like YouTube clips can?
Only if you have a PAS Gold Account.
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For a while now she had had a nagging doubt, she had begun to feel that her memories were not her own but those of another and a strange suspicion that she was not a woman, maybe not even Human.
She felt her body swell as she slipped into the Avon...An unnerving presence loitered on the periphery of her awareness like the memory of a dream, unspeakable things slithered in the darkest parts of red zone, she could hear the slapping of wet, filthy flesh, the acrid stench seared her nostrils. She slid back into the water and with a deft flick of her tail she was alone again... or so she thought.
MWAAAH HAA HAA HAAAA!!!! -
You see, this is why I was scared. And I was right to be. I have nothing, nothing at all, that could even gel in with any of this fantastical stuff. And also, Islander? You used speech marks!
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Hilary Stace, in reply to
Islander, the manatee is not an 'it', but a 'she'. A matriarchal, matrilineal, sensuous, velvet skinned, comely, sea lettuce-loving, and endangered - vegetarian.
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nzlemming, in reply to
I found this for Emma and Ngaire earlier (don’t ask, I don’t want to talk about it.
I'm less disturbed at you finding it than I am that it was there for you to find...
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