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Challenge #01397-C302: Weird Encounters

Frisk Meets....

1) The Mystery Skulls

2) Scooby Doo -- Anon Guest

[AN: This puts the gap count down to ONE. Also, I'm assuming you mean the Mystery Skulls of MSA]

1)

Frisk signed, You're new. Hello.

The formally-dressed Skeleton in front of hir glared down at the child. He was apparently nodding to a beat that Frisk couldn't hear. He didn't speak, and that could be because he didn't have a lower jaw.

Frisk tried offering him some monster food. A candy that ze had saved from the bowl in the Underground.

This isn't Halloween, yet, kid said a voice that was not quite a voice.

Oh. So he was a ghost. I'm sorry, signed Frisk. I got confused. I know someone who can help. At that point, Frisk dialled up Blooky and Mettaton.

What are you doing?

It didn't take long, at least, not for Napstablook. Ghosts could be anywhere they liked in the space of a thought. Mettaton, emotionally attached to his robot body, had to travel through physical space, but... they all knew a boatman. Or boatwoman.

Between Blooky's shyness and Mettaton's showmanship, they got the new ghost talking about his issues, with Frisk playing the role of mediator. Mettaton kept using Frisk like a talking stick, and keeping contact with hir while he raved.

Ambassadoring wasn't always easy.

But Lewis (what an odd name for a ghost, it didn't even end in 'blook') detailed that he was only very recently dead. The remains of a human's determination, fuelled by revenge and more than a modicum of rage.

He was looking for his friends, who were still alive. The love he'd lost, and the one who... might... have killed him. Lewis was foggy on that point.

Frisk told hir ghostly friends to stay with Lewis. Ze had to find Arthur and Vivi and do some mediation. Ze was the Ambassador for all monsters, and this was hir job.

2)

It had been quite a chase, but now the Skeleton of Ebott Mountain had been well and truly caught.

"NYA-HA HA HA!" Cheered the Skeleton. "YOU HUMANS ARE EVEN BETTER AT HIDE AND SEEK THAN FRISK!"

"...ride an' reek?" echoed the dog.

"Uh," Fred shrugged. "Okay, gang, it's time to see who this monster really is..." He reached under the chin for a mask, and at that point, a small child landed on his arm and almost knocked him over.

"FRISK! OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE, RIGHT?"

Frisk, still in Fred's capable arms, signed urgently, This not monster, this friend! No kill!

"THERE'S NO NEED TO BE ALARMED, SMALL HUMAN. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, CAN DISCONNECT MY HEAD FOR UP TO SEVEN MINUTES! THAT'S A SKELETON RECORD."

Fred put Frisk down, and ze immediately went to loosen the ropes.

"THANK YOU FOR THE GAME, HUMANS," said Papyrus. "AND DOG. THIS HAS BEEN A GREAT WORKOUT. I SHOULD TELL UNDYNE ABOUT YOU."

Frisk very urgently signed, No, no, no, no, don't you dare! We need them all to live. Peace between monsters and humans, remember?

Papyrus was approaching seven feet tall, which was impressive when he stretched. Then he leaned down to the diminutive Frisk and attempted a murmur. "IS THIS ONE OF THOSE SOCIAL FLAW THINGS?"

Frisk nodded as ze signed, Sorry.

Papyrus had a map for the gang. "THIS WILL SHOW YOU WHERE THE GENUINE MONSTERS HANG OUT," he said. "GOOD LUCK FINDING YOUR FRIEND!

Shaggy watched them leave, hand in hand. "Like... that went differently from what I usually expect."

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Ah, Sideways

Printing the new HUD holder for my car has entered 24 hours of manufacture. And Mayhem decided to take things that weren't his. So we had to go out and make him pay for replacements. As well as his own supply.

I'm not sure this will work, but it might help Mayhem understand that money is a limited resource, and so are the things you can get for it.

So I start my day at nearly eleven AM to try and write

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Challenge #01396-C301: Unconventional Saints

While skimming Reddit's D7D page, I ran across a thread discussing interesting house-rules various groups had invented for their games. Some were mundane, like what weapons did certain amounts of damage on critical hits, or which monsters were weak to certain elements, but one strange one stuck out...

"Paladins and Clerics who are sworn to the service of gods who are Lawful Good in alignment are, as a result of their intense piety and devotion, actually and literally able to piss pure

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All set up

All props are prepped. I'm currently wear-testing the crank for my costume [on an old belt, which fits with the character]. I got $32 worth of wrapped lollies to potentially give out to fellow Halloweenies as they come by our door.

I even have some dollar shop decorations up to let the neighbours know that here there be sweeties.

Mayhem's morph suit is falling apart, which is what one might expect from a dollar shop deal. He needs to repair it, but

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Challenge #01395-C300: Don't Feed the Birds

Person 1: (Panicked and running) "There's a dinosaur in the time machine! THERE'S A DINOSAUR IN THE TIME MACHINE!"

Person 2: (Vaguely annoyed) "Again? Those sneaky bastards..." -- OohLookShiny

Callie looked vaguely alarmed as Baz dug into his mini-fridge and extracted a sausage.

"Don't worry," he said, "It's chicken." He casually strolled down to the temporal lab where a black-and-white feathered dinosaur waited and watched expectantly. As Baz entered, it burst into song.

"That... sounds like a magpie..."

"Probably one of their

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Success?

My Da always used to say, "Nothing succeeds like a toothless budgie," and none of us could stop him. Well, the much-gassed-about nommables recipe is technically a success. In that Beloved likes them.

It is NOT a success for my energy levels.

Today's recipe is... well...

Expectation:

Reality:

But never fear, dear readers, I shall document how this absolute disaster unfolded and what I plan to do to make it better next time.

Noms

Implements:

  • Measuring spoons and cups
  • 2 mixing bowls
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Challenge #01394-C299: Gods Grant It

In some religious systems the ruling Deity 'rides' or speaks through a member of the congregation. Like Lois McMasters Bujold's "Saints" I wonder if it's more of a problem than an honour. -- Anon Guest

[AN: I firkin LOVE anything written by Lois McMasters Bujold]

One good thing about taking shelter in an abandoned temple, Josephine mused, was that one was technically close to the gods. She'd prayed at half of those altars in the dead of the night. And now, at

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Sdrawkcab

So let's recap:

  • I forgot to post yesterday's Instant on Tumblr
  • Nobody noticed
  • I spent so much energy fetching the ingredients for the proposed noms that I had zero energy to actually make said noms
  • I had trouble going to sleep last night
  • I had trouble staying asleep last night
  • I woke up tired
  • And the process of making myself make those noms meant that I missed out on most of my morning activity. Including my daily walk and dog-annoying.

I have

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Challenge #01393-C298: Meeting of the Lost

Alphas have the charisma and make the most noise, but it's the Betas, and Gammas who do the most work. -- Knitnan

[AN: Alpha theory is a relic of Victorian thinking and all that 'might makes right', 'survival of the fittest', strength==power bullshit. The creatures we think of as 'Alphas' actually wind up winning the least female attention and losing out in the genetic lottery. I'm a writer, I research this stuff for fun]

He thought he had found some of

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MONEY!

Beloved got paid, yesterday, which means I have money in the bank today. Which means that I can go out and get the life essentials, like almond milk, tub fruit, and ingredients for some adjusted noms.

The recipe originally hails from this tumblr post but I've done some twiddling.

I've replaced the sugar with Stevia, and the peanuts with almonds, and will probably remove as much of the salt as I can get away with by default. Since you can't get salted,

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Challenge #01392-C297: Liminal Time and Space

Night people. Those who by choice, obligation or calling walk or work the Night Shift. -- Knitnan

Children of the night... what interesting lives they have. Those who work from dusk to dawn work in liminal time. Where the strange is not just expected, it is background radiation.

People turning up to their workspace in PJ's, half their PJ's, and minimum legal clothing are a fine example. And though everyone talks about that one time a dude came in wearing a live

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Good news, everyone!

I got the short list back from the lovely people at AR&E, agent-finders at large.

I also got a very nice letter saying I should try all of them at once, just for the ego boost. I'm sorry, Beverly, but all the ego boosting in the world is not worth one atom of being rude.

Agents and writers alike tell you every day that simultaneous submissions, especially lying about it by omission, is beyond nasty. Just. No. The letter says

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Challenge #01391-C296: Strange Customers

Being alive put him at a severe disadvantage -- OohLookShiny

[AN: My instant thought on this is Miles Vorkosigan, but I'm trying to exercise myself here...]

This had to be the strangest motley crew to ever find themselves in Dr Mellitus' offices. One human boy, three automatons. The doctor had been intellectually aware that Junkers cobbled together their own creations from the waste-piles, but this was the first time he'd seen some that looked that way.

Especially the short one. She had

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Broken 'flow'

I get used to doing things a certain way. I get up, wee, weigh myself [89.3kilos. The first time I've been below 90 since age 20!], water the garden, rouse the kids, shower, and get on with keeping everyone in line.

Then I do my blog, Instant Story, and any other writing that I want or have to do.

But when things screw that up, it really screws up.

Yesterday, I assumed that I'd done my Instant. Why? Because yesterday was

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Challenge #01390-C295: O My Mona

A soft smile hiding gritted teeth -- OohLookShiny

He called her Mona, for the smile that echoed the legendary painting. She never talked. Never opened her mouth. Never made a sound. The only communication he ever had from her was her soft and mysterious smile, and the glint in her eyes.

Not that he cared. He took his pleasures from her and left the money with the man who ran the House. But there was just something about Mona.

He came back

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