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I still need to see that episode. Edit: RE Tillamook, I think it'd be better to have Saccharine either meet up once Lucentia leaves, or meet Funtimes in the city. She won't take the Cacophony Crew up to the MoNA right away, but will first send the Unicyclist on a secret mission.

That's what I said! I said Saccharine would ​help Funtimes give Lightwards an aneurism fit right in.

Sorry. If it's any consolation, most of that was just jokes.

"Doctor?" "Yes?" "Don't look now, but we're….um….kind of surrounded by Daleks?" "EXTERMINATE!" *gasps* "They talk. They're moving trashcans and they talk!" "wE aRe NoT TRASHCANS! We ArE yOuR MORTAL ENEMIES, DocTor!" "Ohmygosh can you sing too? Tell me that you sing!" "DaLeKs hAvE No cOnCePt of MUS-IC!" "Sing for me, singing trashcans of the Time Vortex!"

"Why did I do that? I shouldn't have done that. I should just….stop doing things. Do nothing ever again except sit and glare—no, that'll make her want to steal this thing AGAIN and go back to get Genghis Khan or something to—" "YAY! WE'RE HERE!" "….where?" "Tuesday, three centuries ago. You didn't say which Tuesday, so I just picked any old one and here we are!" "I said three Tuesdays ago, Doctor." "…." "I just wanted to pay my phone bill on time so my roommate wouldn't be stuck with the late fees." "That's boring! This is better! Say hello to….Tuesday!" "I hate my life."

That picture made me laugh harder than you'd expect.

Hmmm. There goes another guess. Funtimes will be poofing up so many meds for that guy, the name "Doctor" might actually fit. Except she has no medical license and you probably shouldn't accept anything but over-the-counter meds from her. And if she's giggling when she hands you a bottle, to the toilet it must go.

I can see Saccharine fitting in pretty well with the Wacko Brigade. And I'm not just saying that because the twisted part of me wants to see her antics and Funtimes' craziness finally give Lightwards an aneurism. That would be an undignified and not-at-all hilarious in-game death.

Uh-oh. So much for that guess. Is it something to do with lingering animosity toward Funtimes? Or Nighthound? The apology note Lightwards promised to forge? Sorry.

Another guess: The object Lightwards sent Aldo to retrieve has something to do with Kobold's so-called "Project Amber," which I surmised has something to do with his "Let's Kill CorpseMaker" moment.

Ah... I honestly can't fault you for it. I'm still savoring the glee from RAFO-ing people about Funtimes' weakness.

Claudius or the dino-skin jacket he was having made. Assuming it's done by this point. Those are my guesses.

Leave the dialogue. We can work it out so everyone is sort of talking over each other—which is something Team Funacid would do anyway.

She said it herself: Nighthound is a dirty meanieface full of lame, and dirty meaniefaces full of lame exist only to be bombed and mauled by their own fedoras.

Argh. Trying to think of a way to work it in with what I wrote, because that is awesome. Although it could fit, somehow….I think…..

Sorry. That is the saddest kitty I've ever seen! What will make that kitty happy, because I cannot abide such a sad kitty-cat in my presence.

Lucentia strode forward as though the cottage and everything in it was already hers, took the chair beside the hippie, glared at her a moment, and sat, drilling him with that stare. Evaluating him. “No, I don´t particularly know that problem, if you have a whole city full of servants to choose from, getting rid of the unpleasant ones makes it easier for the rest to behave.” Funtimes scampered over and took a seat across from Lucentia, resting her chin in her hands. "Why'd you want to get rid of somebody you know's gonna be awesome?" Apparently ignoring the question, Lucentia asked one of her own. “Do those allies include a jerk named Nighthound?” Why, yes. Yes, they do, Nathan thought, fighting a sense of unease. Nighthound had mentioned someone with a profound dislike of him, someone…. A sister. The sense of familiarity he'd had was no accident. Those sharp features, that cool dismissal—Nathan had first seen and feared those features in an Epic Doctor Funtimes had bombed with carpet. The chairs were all taken, so Nathan remained standing as he chuckled. "Ally ​is something of a loose term, when it applies to him—" "Nighthound?" Funtimes sat upright, eyes shining. "I dropped a bomb on him a couple nights ago." She tilted her head, grinning. "Want me to do it again?"

Here's a few to start off. I'll probably add more as I think of them. Love the CorpseMaker pony, by the way. No Peeking, a Funline story: A Pacifist's War, a Sight Revolution story: There is No Title Manly Enough for This Story, a Sightfield story:

No. No, he hasn't. How did I miss this? Give me a moment. I must correct this egregious mistake!

More disturbing than Nighthound and Lightwards sharing an eye-gougingly terrifying kiss in a primordial forest? I shall flee to the safe harbor of Traveltimes, Algaze, and Ray-cyclist.

Yeah….. With shipping, I go many places no shipper has gone before, but Traveler/Lucentia and Traveler/Nighthound are two places I have sworn never to visit.

What, Traveler/Lucentia? I actually wasn't trying to set up a ship, but if you insist….. …. Actually, Lucentia is a bit too close to Nighthound for this ship to be anything less than creepy. Travelhound is one of the few ships I avoid, and there are many good reasons for that. Same here. EDIT: Also, RE Lightwards' errands for the day—didn't Joe mention bringing Sightline with Voidgaze up to the Museum of Natural Awesomeness?

Nathan knew Lucentia was a gathering storm of fury even before she introduced herself. She drew herself up straighter, pursing her lips slightly as Funtimes announced her shiny arm for the second time, and let her gaze flick over the room, the table, and the furniture before resting on him with distaste. He was being weighed and measured, and from what he could see, he had been found wanting. But Lucentia didn't seem the type to fly into a rage. Screaming, shouting, and breaking things didn't fit her queenly air. If anything, this woman was like snow: beautiful, but with a silent and deadly chill. She would slit his throat and turn away before the blood could stain her dress. Every minute of his life in Newcago demanded he apologize for whatever unknown offense he had committed to earn her judgement, confess it just, and beg for mercy. His first instinct was to kneel at her feet and offer her whatever she wanted, up to and including his own life. She seemed like the sort to demand it. Instead, he maintained his pleasant smile, and apologized for the smallest offense he could see. "Terribly sorry about the chaos, Lucentia. I'm sure you know how difficult training new servants can be, when they don't want to be trained. We actually just left our allies in Portland yesterday." He glanced at Funtimes, who smiled. "We could introduce you, if you like."

Cool. I'll get started, then. I get the feeling Team Funacid won't be any more popular with Lucentia than they are with Lightwards.

Funtimes is neither. She's just enchanted by a stranger with a shiny arm. Am I next or is Kobold? He has Lightwards' response, and if he wanted to have Sam or Revolution pipe up that they just came from there, that'd be fine. If not, I could have Funtimes and Nathan take over that part of the conversation.