TwiLyghtSansSparkles

I've been trying to get my sister (who I introduced to Doctor Who) to watch "The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances" forever. Every time I told her we should watch it, it was always "two-parter this" and "gas-mask zombies that" and "I kind of want to sleep tonight" on and on and on. Well, I finally got her to watch it with me. The ending made her cry. (I wiped a tear, too.) And she's now a fan of Nine. Victory.

It's hard to say. It'll depend on how the conversation goes, I think; long enough for Lightwards to introduce Project Amber and for Altermind to put in a request for a floating museum.

Her flashback is written and ready to be posted, but it won't be up until the meeting ends.

Which post? The Nighthound/Red one, or the Funtimes one?

Well, what I was going to have happen was Quota and Timeport will be off spreading mayhem and murder, and Funtimes' initial flashback will be triggered when she accidentally passes through Quota's….not sure what to call it. Range? Field of despair? Anyway, when Altermind receives word that the MEE is attacking Thoughttown, Lightwards will have the proof he needs to believe Neverthere's warning. Funtimes will take Vanilla Sabotage back to the cottage (Nathan included; part of her revenge on Lightwards will be depriving him of his teleporter for the evening) and she'll take a helicopter or something similar back to the MoNA, probably arriving just in time for the attack to begin. So she won't actually meet with Quota, but Quota will sense her passing through and their enmity will be set. These are Lightwards' standards. They are little. And broken. But…still good. Yeah. Still good.

I have a tiny bit of experience adding entries to pages that already exist. (And I'm not going to lie: I usually need to look back at the examples when I do it.) Whelp. I'll make sure I have her flashback written, then.

I noticed. No, not at all. The only reason I brought it up is because my phone, for some reason, doesn't show highlighted text, so if I decided to peruse our awesome page on my phone, it would be mostly blank space. I mean, I know what happens, but still. I say we go ahead with it, though. They definitely will. Which reminds me: I have her first flashback written, and although it'll take Quota to trigger it, Red and Nighthound will be enough to trigger the next one. So I'll need to get her second flashback written before she sees Red and Nighthound together.

Me too! Seriously? That's awesome. Though the only drawback I see is that we would have to put almost everything in spoiler tags. Also, in honor of Funtimes' approaching backstory, I have updated my Epics of Oregon post with two new Epics.

He never trolled Newcago, oddly enough. Which is a shame, because he found some Steelheart/Faultline fanfiction lurking in the deepest, darkest parts of the internet that he wanted to share…. In the unwritten, unaired epilogue for Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Doctor Funtimes travels to the Island of Misfit Toys and adopts them all. Just as soon as she stops squealing in delight over a talking Charlie-in-the-box.

On that note... And if any of you happen to be Trekkies...

According to headcanon, he trolled Backtrack's Firefly wiki. So if you want a flame war, he's ready. Also, I found the perfect Christmas song for Nighthound.

Noobs are bad enough, but this noob has a battleaxe.

But remember: Calamity is the gift that keeps on giving. Meaning if you don't give your gifts away, you'll turn evil and probably murder everyone you invited over for Christmas. Which would be awkward. I don't know what holiday everyone celebrates, so I'll just say Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and if there's another holiday I missed, I hope it's wonderful.

Dying vanilla ice creams? Don't ask me why ice creams would be screaming. I just know it's a better alternative than what's going to happen.

Eh, he has a battleaxe. He can get over it.

How did you want to skip to Quota and Timeport's rampage, by the way? Anything Timeport needs to do before they head out?

Nothing, unless you don't like chocolate. And all of my cookies are spike-free. I…don't know. It's just the way we spell it here in the US. Not sure why; I guess it's just one of those weird American things, like dropping all the U's from words like "honor" and "favorite."

This idea is pleasing to my eyes. Rewriting Funtimes' first Quota-induced flashback, setting her hatred of him into motion. The Epic of despair will pay for unleashing an angry Timeport upon an innocent city.

Eep. Timeport, I've changed my mind. You don't need a friend. You need to sit in the corner and think about what you just said.

Yeah, that evening will only be pleasant if Remington and Max, completely coincidentally, choose that same night to go out on the town and, also completely coincidentally, bring loaded guns with extra ammo and The Big Illegal Book of Epic Weaknesses: Updated with Quota and Timeport! I still need to see that. And the second Guardians of the Galaxy is on Netflix, my brother and I are going to watch it with the older of our two sisters. (She won't let us forget that we saw it on a day she was stuck in school.)

Sorry. Internet chocolate cookie, then?

Timeport didn’t like to hide. There were some Epics, like Mundivore, who hid their emotions. They stuffed fear and sorrow down so deep they were nearly forgotten, shoved compassion out of the way until it quit its stupid yammering. Even good, strong emotions, like anger, were hidden and brought out only for special occasions. Quota had heard Steelheart was like that, storing up rage and hatred, packing them down until he had no choice but to unleash them on some slontze who deserved it. Calamity. Quota wasn’t one to pay for things, but he would give his right arm to see Steelheart in his glory. The second Timeport teleported in, Quota knew he wasn’t another pathetic Steelheart wannabe. Anger was splotched all over the time-bending Epic's face, wafting off of him like steam. Quota felt it, saw it, and it made him smile. Timeport had a nice, boiling temper, nothing like the impotent rage of the vanillas in town. No, Timeport was an Epic who could make good on his anger. As if to prove it, he swung his battleaxe at a pile of wooden crates, like a baseball player going for a home run. With a great crash, the top crate went flying amid a small spray of splinters; it struck the wall with an even louder crash and the hollow clatter of wood on concrete as splinters and shards fell to the floor. Timeport stood beside the remaining crates, shoulders heaving, axe still hefted over his shoulder. Where did he get that thing, anyway? “Good thing those were empty, huh?” Quota asked before Timeport could take another swing. Anger was mottled red across his face when his attention snapped in Quota’s direction. Anger that should’ve been vented on an enemy. Anger that shouldn’t be wasted on a few shipping crates. “Ah, don’t get mad at me. CorpseMaker’d kill you if you’d wrecked any weapons.” Smiling, Quota stepped away from the mech he’d been given. Beautiful thing, it was, but not as beautiful as Timport’s rage. He strode across the concrete floor, unable to keep from smiling. “Whattya say we go out and have some fun? No plans, no nothing. Just you, me, some weapons, and those vanillas.” He shrugged in mock nonchalance, nodding at the current target of Timport’s wrath. “I mean, if you don’t want to, there’s always those crates.” He wouldn’t refuse. Timeport was an angry Epic, and an angry Epic was a fun Epic.

Sorry for the double post, but would Timeport knock anything over? Swing his battleaxe at some wooden crates, maybe?