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Challenge #00193: Impossible Aftermath

Well, It all started when X fell out of a tree…

He should have known. Having precogs amongst his staff was a matter of course. Every last one of them, including the mad human Lyr Marken, had warned him.

Don’t host an Ambassadorial Meet when Silly Season is due.

Maybe it was because Lyr had warned him first. Maybe it was lingering speciesism on his part -and he would have to work on getting rid of it- that made him not heed a warning given to him by a human.

And now…

Chaos.

Humans got into a ridiculous amount of impossible trouble during Silly Season. Even those of human stock, but altered genetics, got into such trouble.

The giant clydesdale-centaur ambassador to Mythos, Andri Champignon, was still moaning with the after-effects of whatever he had imbibed. The ambassador for B'Nar, Lise Vine, was huddled up in a corner and repeating, “Error, error, error…”

The ambassador for Terra was still attempting to dance the Time Warp whilst wearing a traffic cone on his head.

The instigators, ambassadors Shayde and Johnston, were playing a clapping game in their cell.

“At the risk of my own sanity,” Sherlock began. “What. Happened?”

“It all started when Shayde fell out of a tree,” Johnston began.

“Dibby dobber,” said Shayde. She was chronologically older than Johnston, but it was a matter of debate as to which of the two was more mature.

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Challenge #00192: Awareness of Food

Prompt: The realisation that some human, somewhere, had to think drinking/eating something that came out of another animal was a good idea when no-one had done it before. ie Milk, Eggs, etc.

Rael found Lyr attempting to repeatedly stab her lunch. It was a Cop Special, refried hash made from everything that didn’t quite fit in the regular meals, mixed with egg, rice and/or potato.

“What did the hash do to you?” he asked.

“It&

re: 3 stories in one day- I'm sorry, I was trying to add three suggestions to the queue, I didn't expect you to do them all at once!

The way Tumblr is rigged at the moment means that once I respond to a submission or an ask, it’s gone from my inbox forever. So my options are:

1) just do one and hope I don’t forget I have two others to do by the next day [my memory is a shocking, shocking thing]

2) Do all prompts at once so that I actually don’t forget and maybe catch up a little on the days I’ve accidentally

Writing Prompts, since the actual Writing Prompts thing, I can't figure where to enter my name and email address (seriously, I would use it...

I try to limit myself to one story a day (my wrists, they punish me) which is why I asked for one prompt at a time. I know it’s a pain in the arse to fill in the same form three times [The name/email thing should be an option if you don’t have a tumblr account] but it’s a literal pain in my anatomy to do three stories in one day.

(#00189)

It was another reality bubble. Rael

Prompt: "May you be three seconds too late, at the worst possible moment."

(#00188)

“I’m no’ in the habit of cursin’ folks,” said Shayde. She was educating some younger folk who had made assumptions about magic in her general direction. “With magic, ye tend to get what ye give. Spread evil, get evil come to you. Spread good, luck leads yer path.“

Half of them had made disapproving faces at this. What was the point of magic if you couldn’t curse people who obviously deserved it?

"But,” said

Challenge #00187: One Tempestuous Evening at Club Haxx

Tarvek, Gil and Klaus with accompanying entourage, crashing mid-90’s rave parties aka Night At The Roxbury style.

[AN: I have no idea what Night At The Roxbury is, so I’m going to keep it down to three geniuses in search of an exit]

They knew things had changed. It was hard to miss. For starters, there was an unending klaxon. The space, what looked to be the shell of a gigantic clank maintenance shed, was filled, wall to

Challenge #00186: Time Out From That Good Fight

Getting to a point when good enough, is really good enough. Insert a banana cream pie anywhere in the story, preferable eaten.

Rael had grown used to working hard. Not just working hard, but working smart, since his rest cycle decreed that his hours of usefulness were limited. He was so used to it that he almost flew into a panic the first morning that the Stations’ freelancer roster was empty.

He hadn’t woken too late. He had alarms

Challenge #185: Those Who Harm

More on Sara at TED talks.

She had her green skin out, this time. And a simple little black dress that was both flattering and demure.

“Some of you are here because you know me,” she began.

“WOOO!”

“Thankyou. Some of you have already decided everything they need to know about me. And I bet these are the words you thought.”

The slide behind her showed a word cloud. Biggest amongst them were “Mutie”

Somewhere, over....

Sara discovers the person in this video and shows off why she’s so enthused. Scott watches in the wings while crying a bit.

(#00184)

“Isn’t she awesome?” Jubes said after the video on her laptop wound to a halt.

“Uhm,” sais Sahra. “I… would say she’s more… technically correct.”

“Are you kidding? She played it note perfect.”

“Yes, dear, but not emote perfect. Here, I

A new Drop Bear-like story.

Have you ever noticed that sometimes, when a device is working improperly/not at all, we speak to them in an attempt to get them working? And have you noticed that some people have a much higher rate of success in doing so, to the point that some devices only work around some individuals, and other individuals’ presence seems to inhibit proper function? For instance, as long as I am present, a lot of my friends’ devices function properly. Once

(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

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…

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

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

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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Challenge #00193: Impossible Aftermath

Challenge #00192: Awareness of Food

re: 3 stories in one day- I'm sorry, I was trying to add three suggestions to the queue, I didn't expect you to do them all at once!

Writing Prompts, since the actual Writing Prompts thing, I can't figure where to enter my name and email address (seriously, I would use it...

Prompt: "May you be three seconds too late, at the worst possible moment."

Challenge #00187: One Tempestuous Evening at Club Haxx

Challenge #00186: Time Out From That Good Fight

Challenge #185: Those Who Harm

Somewhere, over....

A new Drop Bear-like story.

(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...

A rather hairy dilemma.

Paraphrasing Zaphod Beeblebrox, pt. 2

Challenge #00179: An Affront Taken Aback.

We R Igorth sets up shop in Mechanicsburg.