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Tarvek + a frilly maid outfit - do with it what you will. geekhyena (#00163) "Monster delivery!" sang the maid as she entered. "That's...

Tarvek + a frilly maid outfit - do with it what you will.

geekhyena

(#00163)

“Monster delivery!” sang the maid as she entered.

“That’s a monster?”

“That’s a maid?”

The red-head curtseyed. “F’give me sir, but I was told to deliver this green beast to this lab.”

“RHHAAAAAAARRHHH!”

“I did not order a monster.”

“Nor did I.”

“Probably a mix-up at the warehouse again.”

“You stay here -ah- miss. We’ll sort this out in due course.”

Sara stepped out of the cage and spat out her false teeth. “So much for the obligatory stupid guard.”

“Remind me again why *I* had to be the maid?” demanded Tarvek.

“You look cute in the little cap. That, and that frilly little scrap was not my size.” Sara gave him an appreciative measure up and down with her eyes. “And you have *lovely* legs.”

“Can we get ON with this?” Tarvek hollered.

Sara gathered supplies from the false bottom of the cage and vanished towards the enemy’s achilles’ heel with a gleeful little giggle.

“…lovely legs…” Tarvek muttered, beginning to stomp as angrily as he could manage in high heels to their mutual target. He passed a mirror, and couldn’t help but look.

“Damn right I do,” he said, and sashayed onwards.

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Tarvek + a frilly maid outfit - do with it what you will.

(#00163)

“Monster delivery!” sang the maid as she entered.

“That’s a monster?”

“That’s a maid?”

The red-head curtseyed. “F’give me sir, but I was told to deliver this green beast to this lab.”

“RHHAAAAAAARRHHH!”

“I did not order a monster.”

“Nor did I.”

“Probably a mix-up at the warehouse again.”

“You stay here -ah- miss. We’ll sort this out in due course.”

Sara stepped out of the cage and spat out her false teeth. “So much for the

Why the X-Men aren't putting on musicals anymore.

(#00162)

“Okay, so let’s recap. The lead’s got ‘lurgi’, our soprano has a frog in her throat from the same thing, our harpist is having a nervous breakdown..”

“Fifth this week,”

“And thanks to a fight in the school grounds, the tenor has a broken arm.”

“That and the costumes have gone missing, the lighting’s mis-wired, half the backdrops have been accidentally used by the local kindergarten as a mural, and someone’s meticulously disassembled the props.”

“Do we

Iron Chef - Mechanicsburg!

(#00161)

“READY!”

“What I want to know is—”

“STEADY!”

“—who thought this was a good idea?”

“COOK!”

Gil winced as the klaxon blared. “Well, given the -ah- intense emotion, and the fact that this town’s had enough battle…”

“PENALTY FOR KNIFE THROWING!”

“…I thought this was slightly more rational.”

One competitor had not bothered attempting to sabotage the competition. She had knives flying, all right, but they were chopping, slicing, dicing, julienne-ing and otherwise preparing food. The grim determination in her

Gil and Tarvek try Agatha's "special coffee".

(#00160)

“Honestly, that flask says ‘Do not open’. There has to be a reason.”

“Exactly why I’m opening it. To see why[1].”

Tarvek, at least, had the sense to duck and cover.

“Some kind of liquid…” Gil sniffed cautiously. “It’s coffee!”

“It’s in a sealed container with a warning label! That alone is enough to put it back where it came from!”

“…there was something important I was supposed to remember about coffee…”

Tarvek growled. “Oh, warm it

Jean decides to go for the special award for community service offered by Bayville High in exchange for 200 hours of volunteering. Xavier...

(#00159)

“The prize is a car,” said Jean. “You have no idea what that means for me.”

“There’s something wrong with my car?” said Scott.

“Yeah, I have to go where you want to take me. I’m going for it.”

*

Jean opened the little envelope. “Looks like I’m a candy-striper at the veterans home. Huh.”

“Hooray,” deadpanned Kurt. “Bedpans and unwanted PDA’s from old folks.”

“Ignore him,” said Kitty. “He’s still bitter about the whole animal shelter

Kurt's idea of volunteering at the animal shelter may not have been the best idea.

(#00158)

“Any previous experience?”

“Ja, I helped rehabilitate a few animals back home,” said Kurt. He decided not to mention the pet raven, deer, squirrels or the nearly-tame wolf. “I’m very good with them.”

“Nothing… professional?”

“Eh… Heirelgart is a little bit… isolated. We had a traveling vet and a traveling doctor. We learned to help ourselves, ne? For a time, I *was* the vet.”

“Mm.” Shuffle shuffle, went the papers on the lady’s desk. “Well, you can start by

ficwar prompt: Jager shipping wars.

(#00157)

“Aggil!” Xox roared, proving he was a proponent of Agatha/Gil.

“Targatha!” Hollered Drej, proving he was a proponent of Agatha/Tarvek.

“Aggil!”

“Targatha!”

“Aggil!”

“Targatha!”

“RRRHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”

Pixo kept supping her soup.

“Hyu is not fightink?” asked a so-far casual bystander.

“Hy try to schtay out ov dese tings,” she admitted. “But hy am a liddle fond of Agthar.”

“Agthar?”

“Agatha/Othar.”

The bystander made a face. “Eugh. Hyu haz not goot taste.”

“Which is vhy Hy schtay out ov dese

The Jagerkin: who knew they had such a passion for matchmaking? (and such a lack of talent at it)?

(#00156)

“He iss boy, hyu iss gorl. Vhat more could hyu vant?”

“How about a pulse?” she indicated the man in question. A rather well-preserved mummy in their current oubliette. He had fantastic bone structure, but then… all he was was bone structure. “Or flesh?”

“Hokay, so he needs a liddle of de fixink opp. Since vhen is dot new?”

“I don’t have the equipment, and I’m not exactly certain he’ll be worth the bother. That, and I’ll

Siracha makes anything more edible - theoretically.

(#00155)

“Why is there only a bottle of Siracha in the survival rations?”

“Because the people who packed it assumed that anyone needing it would be able to live off the land. And Siracha, as it says on the lable, makes anything more edible.”

“But I’m allergic and this landscape is entirely poisonous.”

“We shall write a scathing letter to the company the minute we get out of this mess. Pay attention, would you? I’m trying to build a Siracha-powered

"Due to last year's incident involving "The Ballad of Cemetery Sue", the lyrics and/or script of any act in the talent show must be approved...

(#00154)

The entire nerd portion of the school moaned in disappointment. They all knew what it meant. The next talent show would be stripped, pasteurized, sanitized and otherwise made dull, bland, and completely boring.

“And I was going to juggle a chainsaw, a bowling ball, and a fresh egg,” whined Kurt.

Only one was cackling.

“Sara, no-o-o-o-o-o…” said Todd, possibly on automatic.

“But I was going to give them exactly what they wanted, and nothing of what they asked for,” protested Sara.

Young Knights and Old Soldiers

Saw this quote online, figured it might inspire something interesting.

“Hoping to find a ‘knight in shining armor’ is a worthless dream. His blade razor-edged, his shield polished, his breastplate ornately-gilded, they say only this - that his experience in battle is nothing, and his courage has never been tested. He has nothing but ambition and optimism in his corner, and he could easily falter and flee when that shine fades. Hope instead to find the steadfast soldier in

Prompt: Their actions may not have changed history, but they certainly changed geography.

(#00152)

They had called themselves the League of Justice. Ordinary folks who used sparky inventions to foil, imprison, or otherwise stop other sparks. And they caught Sara.

She, and her clank storage trunk, were the only things to come out of the resulting crater.

“I see you rescued yourself,” said Gil.

“I told them not to mess with my luggage. They should have taken me seriously.”

“What were they doing?”

“Changing the course of history, they believed,” Sara looked back. “They finished

Challenge #151: One Stormy Evening at Genracon

Klaus + Da Boyz + Comic Convention = Wacky Hijinks

“Ve FIGHT!”

Lightning raged, both natural and artificial, through the iron catacombs where he and this idiot trio of Jaegers had decided to pick a fight.

“Not so close to the por–”

KRAKKOW!

“–tal…”

“Vot?”

The lights came back on. Crowds in varying degrees of unrealistic dress stared at the tangle of Baron and Jaegermonsters…

And burst into shrieking applause.

Maxim straightened first,

Epic prank wars - either GGverse or Evoverse, your pick.

(#00150)

[AN: Since I have a fic in progress with Sara turning up in the GG universe, I can get away with both!]

She really should not have followed master Gilgamesh. But she had and, having followed master Gilgamesh, found an adventure. This, though, was a lull-point. Fixing and repairing and building and, strangely enough, taking a well-deserved rest.

Which was how she met Mama/Jaegergeneral Gkika. She was all sharp smiles and, for a Jaeger, cunning.

They conversed for a while

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Tarvek + a frilly maid outfit - do with it what you will. geekhyena (#00163) "Monster delivery!" sang the maid as she entered. "That's...

Tarvek + a frilly maid outfit - do with it what you will.

Why the X-Men aren't putting on musicals anymore.

Iron Chef - Mechanicsburg!

Gil and Tarvek try Agatha's "special coffee".

Jean decides to go for the special award for community service offered by Bayville High in exchange for 200 hours of volunteering. Xavier...

Kurt's idea of volunteering at the animal shelter may not have been the best idea.

ficwar prompt: Jager shipping wars.

The Jagerkin: who knew they had such a passion for matchmaking? (and such a lack of talent at it)?

Siracha makes anything more edible - theoretically.

"Due to last year's incident involving "The Ballad of Cemetery Sue", the lyrics and/or script of any act in the talent show must be approved...

Young Knights and Old Soldiers

Prompt: Their actions may not have changed history, but they certainly changed geography.

Challenge #151: One Stormy Evening at Genracon

Epic prank wars - either GGverse or Evoverse, your pick.