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(hearkening back to the days of the Nutboard here a bit) - In-a lab in Stark Tower, with-a caffeinated Tony Stark and Sara Adrien, while-a...

(#00182)

“…and the shoulder sprocket connecka to the—” Tony sang.

“KNEE BONE,” sang Sara.

“WHAT THE FLYING HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?” an exasperated Pepper bellowed.

“Came as soon as I could, yo,” said Todd. “You know ‘bout Red Bull, yeah?“

"Oh, we knew about Red Bull,” said Pepper. She was looking a lot manic. “Not a drop of it in the place. Sara ‘tweaked’ the espresso machine so it could produce something called a ‘Heterodyne Blend’.“

"Omiglob…” Todd took in the thing they were creating. “Sumpin’ tells me that thing ain’t goin’ make it rain Marshmallows.“

"IT’S GOING TO CURE THE WORLD!” Both Sara and Tony howled.

“Cure how?” Todd wondered.

“Apparently, it’s going to make everyone nice against their will. No matter how they communicate.”

Todd stared at the growing device. “Sure yo’ wanna stop ‘em?“

"Free will is a thing,” said Pepper. “Besides, you know the first asshole to come along afterwards is just going to take over a world full of nice people.“

Todd sighed. “Pity.” One last, lingering look at the growing device. “Awright. Let’s start with the drinkin’ chocolate…"

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A rather hairy dilemma.

Kurt, Dr. McCoy, and Rahne discuss/debate/argue about fur care and which of them has the bigger difficulty in handling the problem.  Also, there’s a theory in the fandom about Rahne being unable to shave her legs/underarms/etc. because it leaves her wolf-form with awkward bald spots.  Is this a fact or a misled rumor?  Your call.

(#000181)

Three mutants were shopping, two wore holograms and all three were stuck in the shampoo aisle.

“Mister Wagner…

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Paraphrasing Zaphod Beeblebrox, pt. 2

Same challenge as before, only she’s not being literal instead of sarcastic.

[AN: I hope you mean “is being literal” because otherwise, it would just be the same story]

(#00180)

“Oops.”

“Oh my goodness,” all six Saras chorussed. “Oooh. Echo!”

“This isn’t supposed to happen,” said Jamie.

“I’m well used to things that are not supposed to happen… happening,” said one of the

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Challenge #00179: An Affront Taken Aback.

Sara tries her hand at fanfiction.

(Woo, a fanfic about a character invented for fanfiction writing fanfiction. How very meta.)

[AN: Meta, indeed. See how much more meta I can get it]

“Oof. Ugh. Bluh. Oh my good gracious…”

Usually, those were the sounds of Sara on Grease Trap Duty, but these were coming from the library.

Hank knuckled in to investigate, and found Ms Adrien reading the first of the _Twilight_ series at a rapid pace.

“Problematic

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We R Igorth sets up shop in Mechanicsburg.

(#00178)

[AN: Set sometime after Agatha’s return to Mechanicsburg]

They always came to Sparks once a stronghold was established. A tribe of natural minions with a talent for surgery and reanimation. Their balms and poultices could perform miracles still unknown to the rest of modern science.

The Heterodyne kept one on in her castle, on the very good chance that they might come in handy - on one condition.

It was a combination hospice and employment agency, with one name for

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Paraphrasing Zaphod Beeblebrox....

“…You’re THE Sara Adrien?”

“No, I’m just A Sara Adrien - didn’t you hear we come in six-packs now?”

Context irrelevant, but those two lines must appear.  Whether Sara is being sarcastic or literal is up to you.

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Sara had never realized she had fans until Thylacine Industries could afford a booth at Genracon.

Five dollars an autograph had only encouraged them.

Ten dollars a picture… she was still

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(DS9 prompt for a change!) Odo has fangirls.

(#00176)

Commence Personal log, Security Chief Odo. Once again, Starfleet’s insistence on records and lists and files forces me to take note of events as if my memory is not reliable enough.

In this case, I have to make note of events as they occur, establish a pattern, and present such evidence to the commander before action can occur. And, since it has to take place in a personal log, I also have to make note of my thoughts and feelings

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Why Red Bull is banned in Bayville.

(#00175)

“So… this is happening,” said the police chief. “WHY is it happening?“

"I don’t know, sir,” said her immediate underling. “I just know it’s continuing to happen…" The swirling patterns of ink on his skin became the repeated word TRUTH.

Many a near-riot had begun because of the quasi-cogniscent ink that had spread like a virus over the skins of all citizens of Bayville. Many men were very upset to find themselves indelibly

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A new Korean restaurant opens up near the X-Mansion. Todd discovers beondegi.

(#00174)

“I know it’s cheap to eat here, but god damn… who wants to eat this crap?”

“Koreans, maybe?” said Todd. “Look, jus’ try a few things a’ight? Koreans eat it an’ live.“

"I don’t eat anything I can’t identify,” said Pietro.

“I stopped listening at ‘all you can eat’,” said Freddy. He was already taking a sampler.

“Heywow… How’d they get all the little lines on

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Taken from a conversation

“Mad! I’m not mad! Your brain is just too small to see the beauty in my ingenious master plans! - [name], Federally Funded Mad Scientist in Training

(#00173)

"My brain is just fine,” said Stark. “You, on the other hand, have had way too many red bulls and treacle toffees, and definitely not enough sleep.”

Sara wheeled on him. Her pupils were pinpoints and her eyes were red. “SLOWLY I TURNED! Step by step.

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Challenge #00172: One Fine Afternoon in the Halls of Higher Education

“When I said that it was nice that you could recite the same dirty limerick in 5 different languages and have it rhyme, I was not asking for a demonstration.”

“Aaaw… but I’m almost up to Pharsi. Do you know how hard it is to rhyme ‘Calcutta’ in Pharsi?”

“No, and I don’t particularly care. We’re supposed to be working on theoretical math, not filthy poetry.”

“…aaaaawwww…”

“Fo-cusss…”

“But this isn’t as much fun.”

“Ai! Focus.”

Sara pouted.

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Challenge #00172: One Fine Afternoon in the Halls of Higher Education

“When I said that it was nice that you could recite the same dirty limerick in 5 different languages and have it rhyme, I was not asking for a demonstration.”

“Aaaw… but I’m almost up to Pharsi. Do you know how hard it is to rhyme ‘Calcutta’ in Pharsi?”

“No, and I don’t particularly care. We’re supposed to be working on theoretical math, not filthy poetry.”

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Challenge #00171: Ideosyncratic Biology

Prompt: Kurt and/or Sara, or another of the interesting-reactions-to-medications group, meet the infamous Dr. House. (Optional: Dr. McCoy and House in the same room)

It was a discrete, free clinic for mutants. So discrete that you had to know it was there to find it. And that was mostly because of the anti-mutant vitriol regularly flooding the organization’s inbox.

It had been a set of flats in a previous life, but now it held a surgery, two small patient

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Don't bottle things up - bottles can break so easily.

Passive-aggressiveness, biting your tongue to avoid snarky retorts, saying nothing when you should say everything, quiet resentment at others’ criticisms…  being hidden behind a mask can only last so long… even the most peaceful and calm spirits among us have a breaking point.

So who is it that’s ready to blow? Push them over the edge, by either words or deeds. Have ‘em let it all out… rage, scream, bellow, yell accusations and obscenities until

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(in response to today's comic and the feels generated therein) - Before Agatha, Zeetha was close to committing suicide by wilderness/apathy....

(#00169)

She should have known, because it was too quiet. Zeetha had become too used to the sounds of battle to listen for them in the midst of conjugal bliss.

And in the morning, Mechanicsburg was lost.

Not fallen. Not burned. Not destroyed.

Gone.

As if it had never been there.

Many of the armies had fled. A few lost clanks littered the field of former battle and one lone Wolfenbach monitor ship patrolled amongst the clouds.

“…no…” Zeetha breathed. Her heart

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