Realm of the InterNutter

Preparations

I've got to finish stressing the "photo" today. It's the last day that I have another adult around.

I've already written down some thoughts in case one of the many planes I'm catching ends up on TV for all the wrong reasons. And I made myself cry. Yay.

I have ~~all~~ most of the stuff I need for the con in one place. I will start packing my backpack and organising my suitcase today.

The Dress of my Dreams is still in Brisbane, but it's been forwarded for delivery. Which means it's in a loading bay or sleeping delivery truck, just waiting for people to come to work and start shifting things around.

Still no hint of anyone in the SPG fanmily willing to carpool with a nutty Australian. I'm thinking about preparing a cardboard standee with some leftover stuff from the "photo" making. "Lone Aussie seeks Careful Driver (seatbelts a bonus)"

I can economise by hoofing it from the airport to the hotel (and vice versa) in my clown pants and crocs, towing my suitcase behind me. If I'm just wearing my backpack, then some incompetent specimen has lost my luggage and I am understandably pissed off(and in a minor pickle). I can economise further by breakfasting on Vegemite Soup in my hotel room and seeing if I can make one meal at the park last all day (US believes in large serving sizes, right?) if it comes to that.

I have plans and backup plans. I shouldn't need half of them.

And if I wait until Tuesday, then I can plausibly buy the Minties, Jaffas, and perhaps Polly Waffles I'm planning to use as bribes for rides. As long as they're packaged, customs is fine with that.

I still have to pack up a day's worth of my supplements for my carry-on. If I declare them, I should be fine. I'm going to have "fun" this trip, as my daily amount of supplements is an impressive count of pills. One day's dose looks like Intent to Distribute.

All I have to do is remember to not be sarcastic with the TSA and I'll be fine.

It's the getting a lift part that has me fretting. Considering how I am on long trips, or long trips while tired, I'm really better off not behind the wheel in the States. So far, all my pleas have been answered by silence. Not very encouraging. At all.

Challenge #01131-C034: The Everpresent Decorative Instrument

Surprising headcanon: Undyne plays the piano

Unsurprising headcanon: She takes roughly the same approach to music as she does to cooking

Turns out she sounds pretty good (and usually nothing combusts) -- Gallifreya

Somehow, it was obligatory for an Ambassador's quarters to have a piano. It was always there. When Frisk was a guest of any other place, there would always be a room with a piano in it.

Frisk would ignore it for the most part. If there was a thunderstorm,

I'm going blue!

The Dress of my Dreams is currently relaxing in a warehouse for the weekend. Assuming it doesn't go to a warehouse closer to Burpengary over the interim, it should have a nice, relaxing weekend before meeting its ~~doom~~ owner.

This weekend, I'm getting my hair and nails done.

Plan C - if some incompetent specimen looses my luggage - I am still an off-duty Walter Worker with my blue hair and nerd shirt on. I've been unable to find blue lipstick in

Challenge #01130-C033: One Fine Day at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital

Magical medical tribulations

http://soluscrow.tumblr.com/post/138200678919/bjornwilde-dragonsinmeliodas-ajmakoko -- Gallifreya

[AN: I heartily advise you read that thread. It's amazing]

Doctor Lilandra Jovel specialised in the diagnosis of the strange, the unusual, and the unexpected. Ever since Monsters came to the surface, there had been all kinds of strange encounters. With equally strange results. And sometimes, the revelation of an old scandal.

"He just eats and eats and eats," said the mother. "But look at him. He's all skin and

The best news EVAR!

I was all ready to go and collect the Plan B skirt from MeMum's, after I collected the kids. And just as the alert goes off for me to take off and fetch my little darlings... I get an email from Hello Cosplay that contained this beautiful information:

["We have sent out your cosplay via DHL Express"]

Of course, I still have to be prepared for it all getting lost in the mail. There is many a slip between Shanghai and Burpengary

Challenge #01128-C031: The Ghost is the Most

1) Logistical problems of a ghostly boyfriend

2) Mystery Skulls, meet Maestro Leopold (See the animatic for Magic, or if you prefer, substitute Bugs Bunny equivalent) -- Gallifreya

[AN: This puts the overlap down to 24. Plenty to go yet]

1)

"The souflé!" Lewis shrieked, and flew straight for the kitchen.

Unfortunately for both him and Vivi, she was between him and the stove. Vivi shrieked, "Yaugh! Cold!"

Arthur, shedding oven mits, stepped aside to show the finished souflé. "I told you

Ugh...

Last of the last of the running around, I hope and pray. I have eyedrops, sunscreen, and a tube of the pawpaw stuff. Just in case. I plan on carrying along my little tin can of band-aids and elastoplast. Also just in case.

I've emailed the people at WWWC about transport for foreigners, without much in the way of word in return.

I've emailed the people at Hello Cosplay about Overnighting my finished dress... without much in the way of word in

Challenge #01127-C030: One Rainy Afternoon in a Charity Depot

http://the-vampire-fish-queen.tumblr.com/post/138114419855/zarla-s-you-know-how-sans-looks-chubby-when-he -- Gallifreya

The storm had soaked them all to the point where they needed something clean, dry and fresh. Luckily the depot they were using as a shelter had plenty.

Sans, Frisk, and Papyrus each excused themselves to undress and at least put some pants on [Frisk insisted on privacy to pull on an oversized, striped turtleneck] and then wrestled with whatever topwear they had found.

Sans, of course, was never happier than when he

PLNs and high finance

I got my travel insurance settled, yesterday. As well as all the mad dash to get a substitute skirt done with minutes to spare. So to speak.

The price for the finished emergency outfit is literally one tenth the price of the dream dress. Which, I might add, Hello Cosplay is now not sending out until... either today or tomorrow.

I've enquired about them sending it to me by overnight express [since regular post delivers inside 3 weeks] but I haven't heard

Challenge #01126-C029: The Camping Trip From Hell

Lewis and/or the other Mystery Skulls, attempting to cook with his fire powers -- Gallifreya

The downpour, unforecasted by the weather bureau, continued to thunder down diagonally.

"App still says it should be clear."

"The app can bite my non-corporeal ass," growled Lewis.

Arthur sat staring out of the plastic window, "Don't pack the primus," he said in a mocking falsetto, "the weather's going to be fine. We'll cook everything on a campfire. It'll be fun!"

"Okay," sighed Vivi. "So I

Cue the Lone Ranger Theme Music

This is the email I got from Hello Cosplay. You can understand that this is nails-down-the-chalkboard stuff for me.

My corset is in transit because I now dwell in the 91Kilo zone. My dress is in limbo.

I had to rush arrangements for the kids because I will be in Boronia Heights, 80K away, getting a kludge skirt together out of whatever we can manage.

At least Spotlight takes Amex.

Alas, I shall also be rushing today's Instant because I only have

Challenge #01125-C028: Angels in the Alley

http://gothiethefairy.tumblr.com/post/138121665438/ravi-o-li-atomicshitpost-punnyskeleton

!!!!! -- Gallifreya

Don't go to the Underground. Bad things happen to you if you go there. Especially if you are the bad thing. It's where the mobster monsters rule the grimy streets.

It's said that they eat human children.

Five had gone into the tunnel to Monster Mountain. None had been found again.

Frisk had run because there was nowhere left to run to. Even the worst of the bullies would not follow. The Underground

More lessons learned

Post makeup lesson one: I should have applied vaseline.

It's the little things that "everyone knows" that trip a body up. In this case, "everyone knows" to put vaseline on body hair before applying sticky stuff.

Not I, said the mouse.

Following the usual thing-making, I shall be posting pics of my horrible face again. Be warned.

[Shown here: reassembled clock]

Beloved drilled some holes and we re-screwed in the embellishments. The bell will be pointing towards my rear, so people will

Challenge #01124-C027: Confession for the Soul

http://soluscrow.tumblr.com/post/138136736084/otpprompts-person-a-of-your-otp-gets-a-lobster

The same prompt as before, with the added corollary-

Bonus OT3: C is the one who put the lobster in A’s pants and doesn’t tell anyone for years.

(With the Mystery Skulls group please. Bonus points for use of the empty skeleton ghost) -Gallifreya

[AN: Aw dang, and I was going to continue yesterday's post with the lobster fallout]

Some years ago.

"It's going to be alright, Arthur," Lewis soothed. "I don't