Our second mission with Cara and Miriam, Agents of the PPC, has finally arrived.

Disclaimer: The PPC belongs to Jay and Acacia. We are not them, but we do have permission to write in their world. The Lord of the Rings and other associated works, and all characters therein, belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Bleach, and the character Ichigo Kurosaki, belong to Tite Kubo. Redwall belongs to Brian Jacques, though Kyran has never appeared in one of his books. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. All named Agents belong to us, and thus may not be used without our permission (we probably will give permission provided we're allowed to make sure you keep them in character, but you still need to ask). The fic up for killing, Ten, is owned by Colonel UnderRoo, and we don't want it. Here is the link: Ten. A big thank you to Pads, Rilwen Shadowflame, and Neshomeh for betaing this mission. Fic excerpts are in bold.

This mission is set right at the beginning of September.

Warnings: There is some violence due to the nature of the PPC, but nothing very graphic.


This mission is dedicated to Jerred Guillen, a good friend who died on the twenty-sixth of September. Rest in peace, man; we'll miss you. - KG, Spud, and Pigeon Army


( Here we go again... )

Cara Fielding and Miriam Collins will return in: Vainglorious Suethors

Wheee, twenty hours and counting till I invade the sanctity of the Dwelling Of Pads And 'Selaface...

Hm. Maybe I should try getting that whole "packing" thing done.

Things to do before I go:

- Patch ripped jeans
- Pack clothes and other necessities
- Locate and pack camera, with extra batteries if need be
- Ditto paracetamol
- Choose book(s) for six-hour journey (Seriously, I've been on family trips where we can get to the other end of the country quicker, never mind the other side)
- Get staff to give me wake-up call so I don't miss the coach
- Maybe get some sleep

OMGOMGOMG.

After a fortnight or arguing with various computer sites/the bank/computer sites for the bank, I have finally managed to order, book and print off the tickets providing me with transport to the residence in which Pads and Ansela currently reside.

I get to spend Hallowe'en weekend with 'em. :D Oh, my liver is going to be complaining... it'll be so worth it though. XD

*squee*

Grr. Rant. Grumble. Expletives in copious number.

( Ranting, with some swearing. )

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
cassie5squared goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Elphaba.
agentsara gives you 12 red-orange cola-flavoured wafers.
agenttrojie gives you 11 blue orange-flavoured gummy bats.
chelonianmobile gives you 14 purple cherry-flavoured pieces of taffy.
cofmanynames gives you 10 brown passionfruit-flavoured nuggets.
lady_rilwen tricks you! You get a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
lycaenion gives you 13 mauve raspberry-flavoured pieces of taffy.
oozaru_angel gives you 17 red raspberry-flavoured gumdrops.
sedri gives you 15 milky white lemon-flavoured gummy bats.
signed_up tricks you! You get a dead frog.
tea_fiend gives you 3 light orange coffee-flavoured jawbreakers.
cassie5squared ends up with 95 pieces of candy, a 3.5-inch floppy disc, and a dead frog.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

ETA: Whoops. Totally forgot to say I ganked this from oozaru_angel . *headdesk* Sorry, OA.

If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

Also:

Lychee, Rils... <3 the head-Collective. After last night, you guys are stars. *hugs*

I spotted a fun-looking game way back on my flist while reading it over, specifically on Trojie's journal, involving what goes on in her and Pads's heads. And wanted to try it myself, after I managed to pick myself up off the floor and stop laughing.

So, without further ado...

( An evening in Cassie's brain )

So, for all intents and purposes I vanished from teh intarwebz for a month. o.O This is Not Good.

And due to the fact that the internet/mobile broadband/whatever they call themselves company decided that I was committing fraud and cancelled my contract despite my repeated pleading with them that I was who I said I was and constant atempts to fax them the documents to prove it. Thanks a kriffing lot, dudes.

However, have been given a pay as you go dongle (USB thingy that gives you internet access, for those not in the know) by a very, very nice neighbour who refused to accept any money from me for it.

In less good news...

( Some people are sick )

Other than that, I'm just glad to be back online. If it wasn't for you guys, I'd have snapped a dozen times over this past year. So just... thanks, to all of you. Even those I don't talk to much, because you're still among mah people an' I loves ya. *hugs for all*

(And yes, I do intend to put up the Gathering report at some point very soon. Watch this space.)

Dear Mister Builder Person, a few minor points:

No, this wasn't my idea. I was fine with the flat the way it is. However, I must bow to my landlord's legal requirements and let you get on with it. I know that.

I also know you're not going to get all the painting and decorating done in a day. I've done that sort of thing before. I accept that while you're working I need to be out from underfoot, so I take refuge in the communal area.

But would it really be so, so hard to shift the stuff back at the end of the day so I can at least get to my bed? This thing called sleep, I need it.

I haven't slept since Monday night.

I WOULD LIKE MY BED BACK TONIGHT KTHANXBAI.

/end rant.

Urgh. Urgh. Urgh.

Getting a few bottles of drink in to celebrate one's twenty-first birthday? Seemed like a great idea at the time. Get a bit tipsy, natter with my mates online, and enjoy feeling better than normal.

This scenario, however, depended on my actually measuring the amount of booze going into the drink. Which I neglected in favour of just sloshing it in and thinking "eh, that looks all right".

Note to self: this method leads to getting lost on your way to the bathroom not ten feet away and barely getting there in time to throw up, followed by stumbling back into the bedroom and literally falling onto the bed to sleep.

I remember listening to music and chatting to several people. However, did not recall what was said until this morning. Thank you very much, julyflame, for showing me that I lose my ability to type a coherent sentence when rat-arsed.

And, um... lycaenion, cofmanynames, and anyone else I spoke to last night, please reassure me I didn't say anything offensive? If I did, I apologise profusely.

Hangover remedies, please. Water and painkillers only help so far... *curls up and groans*

Ganked from Lily Winterwood.

Pick eight random friends you interact with a lot. (You're number four.)

agentsara, agenttrojie, anselajonla,
cassie5squared, chelonianmobile, lady_rilwen, platinumyo and tea_fiend

These people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.

( Welcome to the insanity... )

Due to certain innate problems LJ has with doing anything halfway helpful when I'm posting long missions that have been written in Gdocs, I have given up arguing with the site and am simply posting a link to the document in question.

Suebusters : a (hopeful) return to the grassroots of the PPC.

Comments back here once you're done would be very much appreciated.

Stolen from ansela_jonla.



But... but... I didn't...

Disclaimers

- The PPC, the Department of Bad Slash, and Lux do not belong to me; they are the inventions of Jay and Acacia. And I wouldn't want to own Lux anyway. *shudder*

- This hideous travesty fic doesn’t belong to me either. It belongs to darkladyd, and may be found here: http://lotr.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=37906.

- Lord of the Rings and all characters therein belong to the great J. R. R. Tolkien.

- Pads and Trojie belong to tea_fiend and agenttrojie.

- Sandra and SAVM belong to signed_up.

- Stormsong was created by mahksihed and is mentioned here by permission of chelonianmobile.

- The idea of edible punctuation was first introduced to me by cofmanynames.

- I own Dana and Tarian, who are likely to be complaining about this fic for weeks, and the Mini-Balrog Adoptions Agency (by permission of Miss Cam).

Warnings

- The fic itself is NC-17; I’ve done my best to strip out the actual smut, but to be on the safe side this mission is labelled NSFW.

- Some mild language, but no more violence than the average Bad Slash mission.

Author’s notes

- So, I decided to try my hand at Bad Slash. Unsure of where to look for a sporkable fic, I decided to poke at the Unclaimed Badfic list on the PPC Wiki, and came across this… thing. Upon reading it (and going “WTF?!” several times), I decided to claim it for my Slash Agents. Rather proud of this decision, I showed the link to Pads and explained the basic plot (ha!) to Trojie. The reactions were, respectively, “that fic is truly atrocious” and “it sounds so brain breaky I certainly wouldn't touch it unless someone asked me nicely”. So, on receiving that kind of response from the two veteran Slashers… *gulp* Basically, I tried my best.

- This mission is set in late April 2009. By this point Dana and Tarian have been working together for about eight months.

- As ever, thank you, thank you, thank you to tea_fiend, my beta-reader, who did this in under two hours despite being crazily busy.


( Personnel need to start rethinking where they place people. )

platinumyo  and I are celebrating our one-year anniversary today. :D I can hardly believe it's been a YEAR already.

And here's part two of the slash mission for your dubious enjoyment. Disclaimers and warnings are the same as for the first half, with the addition that we don't own the Hyacinth.

( Part two, savvy? )

A co-mission, this time, with signed_up. Involving two Agents, two Canons, and a heck of a lot of weirdness. Posted in two parts, as LJ reeeeally doesn't like long missions.

Disclaimer: The PPC belongs to Jay and Acacia. We are not them, but we do have permission to write in their world. The Pirates of the Caribbean films belong to Disney. The All-HQ Australian Indoor-Rules Quiddich League is the invention of Trojie and JulyFlame. KGarrett's Agents, the number of whom has grown large enough that he'll soon just be linking to a list of them or something when he does this part of the disclaimer, belong to him. Luke Celinus belongs to Cassie Cameron-Young, and is used in this mission because we wanted to co-write one and Cassie thought him the most suitable. Jessie Lancaster, who is mentioned but not featured, also belongs to Cassie. None of them may be used without our permission (we probably will give permission, provided we are allowed to make sure you keep them in character, but you still need to ask).

This mission takes place on 1 April 2009. The fic up for exorcism, Love in a Storm, belongs to The Pirate King of Shipwreck, and neither of us want it. Here is the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4951309/1/Love_in_a_Storm . A big thank you to Pads for betaing this mission. Fic excerpts are in bold.

Warnings: Some language, and mild violence in one section. Nothing at all graphic.


( Part one ahoy... )

So, back when I was on my Prince's Trust course, I did a two-week work experience placement at a local media centre. They had me making a short film (two minutes-ish) on the theme of respect, for this international competition.

I finished the film, handed it in, left and thought no more of it.

Today, I got the news that my film was one of the UK's SIX WINNING ENTRIES.

MY FILM.

In six weeks' time I'm going to Denmark with the other winners, and the winners from the other countries, for a week-long, all-expenses-paid-including-my-passport, media camp.

OMG.

O. M. F. G.

*incoherent*

So, for the last couple of weeks I've been hanging out in a cafe less than five minutes' walk from where I live. It's owned and pretty much populated by geeky, nerdy males from the local university.

Nevertheless, they're all very friendly and now consider me a regular, to the point where I was invited to a private party there this Monday just gone and I now know half their names.

However, the main owner, Frankie, is from Europe (he seems to come from about half of the countries on the western coast of the continent) and therefore has occasional difficulties with the English language; he also has a very don't-care attitude to criticism and a very good sense of humour. He was the one who wrote the menu board, too.

These factors caused this scene in the cafe just now.

Customer: *looks at menu board* I'll have a misspelled cappuccino.
Johnno (one of the part-owners and workers): *stares at board* How many "p"s are there in cappuccino?
Other custmer: Two.
Johnno: Really?
Me (across room, loudly): Yes.
Johnno (to Frankie): Frankie, you spelt cappuccino wrong.
Frankie (totally unruffled): Johnno, shut the frak up.
*general hilarity*

I love these guys. :D

Lookit what I found while prowling the Pit - an Earth's Children Sue.

Disclaimers

- The fic the Agents face in this mission is “Life With the Mammoth Hunters”. The link to it is here: Life With the Mammoth Hunters. It belongs to cuddlebear992, not me. Definitely not me.

- The PPC is not mine; it was created by Jay and Acacia, who kindly allowed other people to write in the world they created.

- Earth’s Children and the characters thereof belong to Jean M. Auel, a favourite writer of mine (and by extent, Agent Cassie, who claims to be an alter-ego of myself).

- The DOGA CAD was invented by huinesoron and has proven itself to be an almost indispensable addition to my Agents’ technology.

- Nat, Cassie and Kelvin do belong to me, although they frequently argue that point.

Author’s notes

- Earth’s Children has been a favourite series of mine for a long time. I am fully aware of the opinions held by many - that the heroine, Ayla, is a blatant Canon Sue, that the hero Jondalar’s private bits are practically a separate character, and that the books have a large amount of graphic porn. Nevertheless, I find the story, and especially the setting, to be a fascinating read, and dislike the idea of teenage non-canon Sues wandering around it.

- This mission is set somewhere at the back end of April 2009, probably around the 20th. (This note is added due to my inexplicable need to keep track of my Agents' timeline.)

- Thanks go to agenttrojie, who was willing to let me rant at her about this particular fic, and also read through it to make sure I wasn’t making any horrible canon mistakes.

- And finally, many, many thanks as always to my lovely beta-reader tea_fiend.

( Here we go again... )