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Sara Louise Adrien

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"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. “It’s the ultimate serving of kharma.”

“Not th’ way you do kharma, sweetums. You want ‘em to shut down the talent show altogether?”

Sara grumped. “They would, too. Straight-boxed mundanes…” She fell silent and still, but it was still evident that she was thinking too hard about it all. “You know… there *is* that theatre for rent, just down the road…”

It became Cirque du Bayville, and boasted “all the talent the school board was scared to display!”

And it made a fortune.

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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

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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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Iron Chef: X-Mansion!

(#00149)

Sara really should not have sung. That had been the ultimate bone of contention. Especially since it was _Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better_.

Amara would not back down. Neither would Sara.

So now the danger room had been set up as two identical kitchens, and a black neutral zone between them. Randomizers were set to pick random ingredients from anywhere in the world, and raise them up into the neutral zone for the competitors to use.

The dias

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Fanfic Time: Non Compos Mentis, part 4

Continued from yesterday, concluding today:

  “We’re headed out, Professor.”

  “Just a minute, the five of you. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

  As a group, they trooped into the library, where a hooded figure waited in the shadows.

  Sara threw a vulcan salute. “Greetings.”

  “This is Kurt Wagner. He arrived late last night from Germany.”

  “Oooh… [How’s the weather over there, when you

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Fanfic Time: Non Compos Mentis, part 3

Continued from yesterday:

  Sara ducked around the corner and contacted the Professor.

  “Trouble *again*, Sara?”

  “Heap big bad juju,” she said. “And I suspect he’s a mutant like me.”

  “Oh?”

  “There’s certain physiological anomalies the average eye would miss,” she said. “He’s jumpy as all get-out, poor thing.”

  “Tread *very* carefully. I’ll send Logan by, later, with the essentials.”

  *

  He

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Fanfic Time: Non Compos Mentis, part 2

Continued from yesterday:

  “Sara isn’t ready for this kind of interview,” warned Doctor Philips. “She has a history of violent episodes and something like this might set her off.”

  “We’ll be careful,” said Stabler.

  “Her delusion about the rape would only receive justification if you mention the case you’re working on.”

  “She was raped, too?”

  “No, she’s still a virgin,” he answered.

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Fanfic Time: Non Compos Mentis, part 1

This must have happened during a blackout, but it’s been so long that I don’t remember writing it. Joy.

Anyway, now that I’ve finished transcribing it, here it is in all its unfinished glory(under the cut):

Disclaimer: X-Men: Evolution belongs to the Warner Brothers, Marvel, and anyone who owns them. Possibly Disney. Sara Louise Adrien and this story are mine. All cameos belong to their cameo owners. Please respect this poor author and don’

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Fanfic Time: Misfits part 71

No, I did not find more. I wrote more. Yay!

Catch up with the last chapter before this entry.

  Sara spotted them the instant she finished securing Marie’s scooter to the stand. Duncan’s crew, but no Duncan. There was Graydon, and Brent; watching from near the closest entrances and preparing to move in. Which meant that Paul Greaves had to be… Sara casually turned, making it look as if she were double-checking the bike. There. Behind her

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Challenge #00001: Sara with a Manual while on Ordeal

 geekhyena answered: Have you read Diane Duane’s work? If so, Sara with a Manual while on Ordeal.

I am not remotely familiar with Duane. I should pick her up, one of these days. Nevertheless, I shall attempt this with my own reality(s).

Fiction ho!

Manual Ordeal

“So…” Hank drawled. “A few questions…”

“Do keep them brief.” Sara turned a page, frowning. It was written in two languages by someone who barely understood

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 29

Sorry, everyone. This is the last piece I have of this fic. This time, I know I wrote more, but it’s just… not there.

Continued from yesterday:

  “Mort might object.”

  Sara surfaced from the depths of her book. “Hmmm?” She looked up. Oh. Kurt. “Hi. ‘Sup?”

  “Did you think about what would happen if he heard you’re letting people sniff you?” teased the big blue elf.

  Sara grinned.

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 28

Continued from yesterday:

  “Well, *fudge*,” said Sara. She knew this ceiling only too well. And the smell of the mats.

  Logan sighed. “C'mon, Tallwater… we both know you’re holding back. Ya gotta learn this stuff and be able to *use* it.”

  Sara untangled herself from the mat. “I don’t like hurting my friends… and I’m not that strong, anyway.”

  “You remember the lifting tests?” said Callisto.

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 27

Continued from yesterday:

  Mort could smell her cooking, and the cinnamon was working its magic. And nutmeg. He moaned under his breath. He could smell the sugars caramelising.

  O God…

  Sara and pastry manufacture were an *experience*. People put on pounds just watching the treats come out of the oven.

  It was more than an effort of will to hang back. It took supreme measures just to stay where he was. Those supreme measures currently involved clinging with all his might

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 26

Continued from yesterday:

  December 9.

  “…sing sing a song, sing a so-oonnng… Sing.”

  Mort sighed with relief and let go of the ceiling, falling to the bed and grinning like a maniac. She sounded in fine voice, today.

  And after getting through *this* day, there was just the tenth and the eleventh before her birthday… and their shared freedom.

  Or something close enough to it.

  Like it or not, Sara would be sharing an hour a day

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 25

Continued from yesterday:

  One of the kids held up his hand. Simon. “Sir? I could have stayed in the art room instead of going off to -uh…” a telling hesitation, “do stuff.”

  Scooter gave him the fish-eye. A remarkable feat for someone with their eyes obscured. “We’ll discuss *that* part, later,” he advised.

  Bobby raised his hand. “I could have run for the extinguisher…”

  A group of other hands raised.

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