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Yes, we've reached the end of the floating cats...*sob* (of relief, of course.)
Part three of three
For background, see previous entries, especially the third entry. Errors are left in intentionally.
I've cut this into three parts, of seven pages each. I'm transcribing it all, because it is fairly cohesive and there are many opportunities to poke fun.
The next day was harsh and bright. Some women wore white grief beads as they congregated for the Kajula. Even the Shazts wore white sashes around their waists as they performed the meil'kem, the satire of a ritual. The play was held in the townhouse, and it was called Desar. Most of it was abstract, but Charbonneau thought that the main plot dealt with the life of a Dragon Rider. It revolved around how important his steed, the desar, was, and at the end the Dragon Rider realized that it didn't matter if he had his steed or not after the dragon was killed.
Charbonneau went to the local pub afterwards and joined Gemetri and Junewain as they drowned their sorrows in the Young Church-owned bar.
Wow, that Young/New Church sure is permissive!
***
Wiglaf fumbled with the delicate sapphires. For the past hour she had been arraigning them on a thong to wear around her neck, but the finicky stones refused to hang right. Finally she threw them down, disgusted.
I spelled "arrange" incorrectly for many, many years. And I'm giggling about the thong, of course.
Joml watched Wiglaf struggle with the glassy beads before she walked alone to Myegan's room in the Shastery. He was writing in his Ban'kari Mvet (My Life), to be given to his next in line. The Ban'kari Mvet was ancient, dating back to nine hundred years ago and chronicling the Shazts' lives. There were many of them stashed away in the Shastery. More personal than House books, the Ban'Kari Mvet detailed peacetimes as well as war.
"Hello, Myegan," she said formally as she entered.
"Desiree," he smiled back. "I have been expecting you. As you played an integral part in the Killing of Mad, I have written of you in the Ban'kari Mvet."
Uh...I remember that scene. Joml wasn't mentioned anywhere.
Joml stood, stunned.
"Am I not the first human to be chronicled thus?"
"You are." He frowned. "And the last." He paused, his eyes tracing over the fresh black print. "The Young Church is banishing all humans. They have not the power, but they convinced someone higher up. The Warriors, for some odd reason, are listening to those damnable heretics." He hissed sharply, his ears flattening slightly. "Heaven knows what they see in that awful religion. They are banning all humans from our citys and our coastline. An unfortunate happening, but, no one will hear the Old Church out."
Er...why is it called the Old Church? Honestly, weren't they first? Shouldn't they be Church Classic: the Original Formula or something?
"Unfortunate," said Joml. "We will be leaving soon, though."
"Desiree," said Myegan. "You are an interplanes traveler."
"I am from Matiuk," she said determinedly.
"I am not that stupid. Do you think that I can not smell stardust? I am a Sorceror of the Ymit Caste, the most prestigious and powerful magicians on the Seventh World. You and your friends may be powerful on your home plane, but we are dominant here, and you are as weak as blind kittens."
Joml rose to her full height, her figure towering over Myegan's. Her eyes blazed, their green depths furious.
SUE POWER ACTIVATE: FORM OF DEEP GREEN BLAZING EYES!
"Myegan Rashami Velmitayen of the Great House of Gen'rathen Melina," she began. "When the seas of your world had just begun to recede, and the first cat walked upon the land, gibbering in unknown tongues, the Shang dynasty of my people held power in China. When your cats were first making coherent sentences, my people were writing the Vedas. When your cats were worshipping the sun, mine wrote the Bhagavad-Gita. While your cats were inventing fire, mine were writing the Avesta. Your cats use the Present-Power, but mine use the Past." She turned and stalked off, her leather boots leaving scuff marks on the freshlly washed marble floor.
Myegan cursed and slammed the Ban'kari Mvet shut.
Hahahahahah!! *gasp* Hahahhaa!
Oh, that was priceless. Nobody does a pointless temper tantrum like a teenage writer's Sue. Never mind that her last tantrumy line insinuates that her "cats" use the Past. And that it was completely pointless. And that she's actually confirming that she's from a different planet. Why would she be angry about that? Hysterical.
And I wouldn't anger a daisy-smushing religious floating cat! You never know what could happen.
***
"C'mon," urged Joml. "The troops will be coming soon. We gotta get a move on."
"What did you say to him to get him this mad?" asked Charbonneau. "I was just starting to enjoy myself."
"Is that all you care about?" yelled Joml. "Yourself? What about Wiglaf? Doesn't she matter? If we stay any longer, they'll kill us. Including you."
"I thought you said that they were exiling us," said Wiglaf as she rearranged the multitude of junk in her bag.
"Yeah, but they know we're interplane travelers."
"How?" asked Charbonneau.
"Myegan is a Sorceror of the Ymit Caste."
"A sorceror?" said Charbonneau, bewildered.
"And a good one, too." She pulled the straps shut tightly and strapped her swordbelt on, checking her daggers. There was a knock at the door. Joml and Charbonneau exchanged glances.
"Open up," yelled a feline. The door was hammered in.
Joml was on the first cat before he knew what was happened. She kicked him back on top of his 'panions, who were behind him.
"Out the windows, idiots!" she yelled as she pushed the cats father down the hall. Joml shoved open the window and rushed out the balcony, strapping her backpack on at the same time. She grabbed her waiting addi and flew off, Charbonneau jumping after the shaman.
Lest you get too confused, Wiglaf is the shaman. *rolls eyes at younger self* And why, if these are indeed floating cats, would they not cover the balcony during the attack?
Joml cursed as she held off the cat warriors in the doorway. She hadn't meant to hurt any, but as they were most definitely trying to hurt her, she smacked a few with the side of her sword, sending them flying. She commanded her addi to the window.
Joml turned from the doorway and ran to the open window. She grabbed the cord and took off, cats at her heels. She kept a full mental grip on the balloon as she flew, hoping ferverantly that Myegan could not control the addi.
I do like that, unlike most Sues, she got angry and there are actual consequences. All that primordial-ooze-cat insulting actually resulted in them being attacked!
She caught sight of Charbonneau and Wiglaf, and behind her she glimpsed a horde of Claw warriors and a Dragon Rider that chilled her blood. Her fingers started to get cold as she tightened her grip on the gav-handle. She sighted the Crossing Point and dove, praying that Charbonneau would tell Wiglaf to do the same.
Thank goodness I can remember or infer who everyone is, because in the sentence above there was another new name for Charbonneau.
Joml jumped the remaining ten feet to the ground and rolled. She began the Crossing Words just as Wiglaf and Charbonneau hit the ground next to her.
Then they were in Seventh World.
It was nighttime, and they stood on a tower. The city spread out around them, a thousand lights burned in silent tribute. The wind ruffled their hair.
"Where are we?" asked Charbonneau.
"The SR building," said Joml. "The next Crossing Point is eighteen miles in that direction." She pointed towards a taller building. "It's on the twelth floor."
"SR?" asked Wiglaf.
"Scientific Research."
"How do we get down?" asked Charbonneau, looking over the edge.
"Climbing ropes," she said, changing into a jumpsuit with a harness attatched.
No, I have no idea where it came from, either.
Ropes?" he said unbelievingly.
"Yep," she grinned. "It'll be a challenge."
"Why can't we just go through the building?" moaned Wiglaf.
"SR is locked tighter than an unopened bottle of pop. They'll spot us immediately, even if they haven't already." She adjusted the harness and checked the clip over. "C'mon, conjure some equipment and let's go."
Wiglaf obeyed readily and began to place her grappling hook against the ledge, checking its hold on the brick. Joml was busy rechecking the rope length against how tall the building was. Charbonneau sighed and changed clothes. How he had gotten into this mess he didn't know.
If they're really that freaky about their security, then I don't doubt that the roof would be set up with cameras, etc....
"Awright," said Joml. "Ally-oop!" She hoisted herself over the edge. "Off to find Jamie to get passports to the next Crossing Point."
Three figures skipped nimbly down the SR building at four o'clock in the morning.
***
Joml ran nimbly down the street. She had sent Wiglaf and Charbonneau to Jamie's an hour ago. She was so tired of Charbonneau's backtalk. She wanted time to herself.
Joml avoided a cop at one end of the street. On Seventh World, technology was so advanced that people had found walking to be a chore, so they employed a small disc that fit snugly beneath the feet. The cop was hovering uninterestingly a few inches above the ground, blocking her into the dead-end alley.
I hope they have invented something to take care of rampant high blood pressure and obesity as well, then. Also, this page has "I Love Joe Condo" written on the back of it in someone else's handwriting. I don't think his actual name was Condo. I think he lived in a condo.
Joml drew her stun pistol. No one was close enough to see.
The cop went down in one round, sprawling to the pavement. She deftly removed his commer and left him lying there.
Running down the street, she vaguely heard shouts behind her. Panicking, she ran into a sideway street bordered by chrome buildings. She conjured an alley racer, one of the fastest vehicles money could buy. Flipping the ig, she took off and flew down the barren streets, ignoring the curious onlookers as she pulled the throttle down all the way and broke the sound barrier. She slowed the racer down and turned around, ready to land on the building and dash to the twelfth floor.
Barren streets with onlookers? Wha? Breaking the sound barrier in the middle of a city? Wow, my scifi is even worse than my fantasy.
The racer shot past Emillon's Tower, home of Shaker Industries. The sun was rising slowly, a faint brush of pink splashed across the edge. Not much time before true dawn. The wobble of the Seventh World's sun caused it to rise twice, once at fice, once at seven.
HAHA!!! That is the worst bit of astronomy EVER. Even worse than having the planet rotate the wrong way. Seriously.
She pulled the throttle up and landed on the roof, avoiding the dark sensors. She got out and mentally commanded it to fly away. Turning, she walked along the roof until she found a trapdoor, carefully built to appear as a fan outlet.
She better hope that's the trapdoor, or she's in for a nasty surprise.
The Crossing Point was in between the floor of the fourteenth floor and the ceiling of the twelfth floor. Joml crept down the stair ways to the 36th floor. She had to go out many doors while secuirity officers came up and down the stairs. She didn't understand why there were so many cops, seeing that it was five fifteen and still dark out. Well, twenty-two floors to go.
She padded along the carpet noiselessly. She disengaged the fire alarm on the emergency stairwell and descended the vertical ladder until the 12th floor, where she emerged. She ignored the fact that it seemed to have changed. Carefully she found the single panel in the ceiling that permitted one to the thirteenth floor.
Praying fervantly, she jumped up atop the computer system and pryed open the ceiling. She pulled herself into the crawlspace and replaced the board softly, shutting out the light. The constant hum of the computer was silenced, and Joml sat a moment to gain her equilibrium and conquer her claustrophobia. The crawlspace was maybe two feet high, and completely dark.
She began to crawl forward to where she knew was the Marr, the ancient gateway to the Crossing Point. It was hundreds of years old, and an interplanes traveler had managed to build it so that the Crossing Poing would not be disturbed by the computers below.
Joml found the Mavr easily, as she had done many times before. Carefully she lifted the latch and entered the blackness of the 13th floor.
She sat down in the dark to wait for Wiglaf and Charbonneau.
Some guide she is! *rolls eyes*
And that's it, folks!
There's more stuff in the red book that takes place before the floating cats stuff, but I can't find the red book, and it isn't that entertaining anyway.
Somewhere I have more SuperSpy Sue writing...now that's sporkable. Will find it sometime in the near future.
Hope you had fun reading the floating cat fic!
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Third entry (fic) (Fourth World)
Fourth entry (fic) (Fifth World)
Fifth entry (fic) (Sixth World part one)
Sixth entry (fic) (Sixth World part two)
Seventh entry (fic) (Sixth World part three)
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saridout is found heregillieweed found a floating cat posterYes, we've reached the end of the floating cats...*sob* (of relief, of course.)
Part three of three
For background, see previous entries, especially the third entry. Errors are left in intentionally.
I've cut this into three parts, of seven pages each. I'm transcribing it all, because it is fairly cohesive and there are many opportunities to poke fun.
The next day was harsh and bright. Some women wore white grief beads as they congregated for the Kajula. Even the Shazts wore white sashes around their waists as they performed the meil'kem, the satire of a ritual. The play was held in the townhouse, and it was called Desar. Most of it was abstract, but Charbonneau thought that the main plot dealt with the life of a Dragon Rider. It revolved around how important his steed, the desar, was, and at the end the Dragon Rider realized that it didn't matter if he had his steed or not after the dragon was killed.
Charbonneau went to the local pub afterwards and joined Gemetri and Junewain as they drowned their sorrows in the Young Church-owned bar.
Wow, that Young/New Church sure is permissive!
***
Wiglaf fumbled with the delicate sapphires. For the past hour she had been arraigning them on a thong to wear around her neck, but the finicky stones refused to hang right. Finally she threw them down, disgusted.
I spelled "arrange" incorrectly for many, many years. And I'm giggling about the thong, of course.
Joml watched Wiglaf struggle with the glassy beads before she walked alone to Myegan's room in the Shastery. He was writing in his Ban'kari Mvet (My Life), to be given to his next in line. The Ban'kari Mvet was ancient, dating back to nine hundred years ago and chronicling the Shazts' lives. There were many of them stashed away in the Shastery. More personal than House books, the Ban'Kari Mvet detailed peacetimes as well as war.
"Hello, Myegan," she said formally as she entered.
"Desiree," he smiled back. "I have been expecting you. As you played an integral part in the Killing of Mad, I have written of you in the Ban'kari Mvet."
Uh...I remember that scene. Joml wasn't mentioned anywhere.
Joml stood, stunned.
"Am I not the first human to be chronicled thus?"
"You are." He frowned. "And the last." He paused, his eyes tracing over the fresh black print. "The Young Church is banishing all humans. They have not the power, but they convinced someone higher up. The Warriors, for some odd reason, are listening to those damnable heretics." He hissed sharply, his ears flattening slightly. "Heaven knows what they see in that awful religion. They are banning all humans from our citys and our coastline. An unfortunate happening, but, no one will hear the Old Church out."
Er...why is it called the Old Church? Honestly, weren't they first? Shouldn't they be Church Classic: the Original Formula or something?
"Unfortunate," said Joml. "We will be leaving soon, though."
"Desiree," said Myegan. "You are an interplanes traveler."
"I am from Matiuk," she said determinedly.
"I am not that stupid. Do you think that I can not smell stardust? I am a Sorceror of the Ymit Caste, the most prestigious and powerful magicians on the Seventh World. You and your friends may be powerful on your home plane, but we are dominant here, and you are as weak as blind kittens."
Joml rose to her full height, her figure towering over Myegan's. Her eyes blazed, their green depths furious.
SUE POWER ACTIVATE: FORM OF DEEP GREEN BLAZING EYES!
"Myegan Rashami Velmitayen of the Great House of Gen'rathen Melina," she began. "When the seas of your world had just begun to recede, and the first cat walked upon the land, gibbering in unknown tongues, the Shang dynasty of my people held power in China. When your cats were first making coherent sentences, my people were writing the Vedas. When your cats were worshipping the sun, mine wrote the Bhagavad-Gita. While your cats were inventing fire, mine were writing the Avesta. Your cats use the Present-Power, but mine use the Past." She turned and stalked off, her leather boots leaving scuff marks on the freshlly washed marble floor.
Myegan cursed and slammed the Ban'kari Mvet shut.
Hahahahahah!! *gasp* Hahahhaa!
Oh, that was priceless. Nobody does a pointless temper tantrum like a teenage writer's Sue. Never mind that her last tantrumy line insinuates that her "cats" use the Past. And that it was completely pointless. And that she's actually confirming that she's from a different planet. Why would she be angry about that? Hysterical.
And I wouldn't anger a daisy-smushing religious floating cat! You never know what could happen.
***
"C'mon," urged Joml. "The troops will be coming soon. We gotta get a move on."
"What did you say to him to get him this mad?" asked Charbonneau. "I was just starting to enjoy myself."
"Is that all you care about?" yelled Joml. "Yourself? What about Wiglaf? Doesn't she matter? If we stay any longer, they'll kill us. Including you."
"I thought you said that they were exiling us," said Wiglaf as she rearranged the multitude of junk in her bag.
"Yeah, but they know we're interplane travelers."
"How?" asked Charbonneau.
"Myegan is a Sorceror of the Ymit Caste."
"A sorceror?" said Charbonneau, bewildered.
"And a good one, too." She pulled the straps shut tightly and strapped her swordbelt on, checking her daggers. There was a knock at the door. Joml and Charbonneau exchanged glances.
"Open up," yelled a feline. The door was hammered in.
Joml was on the first cat before he knew what was happened. She kicked him back on top of his 'panions, who were behind him.
"Out the windows, idiots!" she yelled as she pushed the cats father down the hall. Joml shoved open the window and rushed out the balcony, strapping her backpack on at the same time. She grabbed her waiting addi and flew off, Charbonneau jumping after the shaman.
Lest you get too confused, Wiglaf is the shaman. *rolls eyes at younger self* And why, if these are indeed floating cats, would they not cover the balcony during the attack?
Joml cursed as she held off the cat warriors in the doorway. She hadn't meant to hurt any, but as they were most definitely trying to hurt her, she smacked a few with the side of her sword, sending them flying. She commanded her addi to the window.
Joml turned from the doorway and ran to the open window. She grabbed the cord and took off, cats at her heels. She kept a full mental grip on the balloon as she flew, hoping ferverantly that Myegan could not control the addi.
I do like that, unlike most Sues, she got angry and there are actual consequences. All that primordial-ooze-cat insulting actually resulted in them being attacked!
She caught sight of Charbonneau and Wiglaf, and behind her she glimpsed a horde of Claw warriors and a Dragon Rider that chilled her blood. Her fingers started to get cold as she tightened her grip on the gav-handle. She sighted the Crossing Point and dove, praying that Charbonneau would tell Wiglaf to do the same.
Thank goodness I can remember or infer who everyone is, because in the sentence above there was another new name for Charbonneau.
Joml jumped the remaining ten feet to the ground and rolled. She began the Crossing Words just as Wiglaf and Charbonneau hit the ground next to her.
Then they were in Seventh World.
It was nighttime, and they stood on a tower. The city spread out around them, a thousand lights burned in silent tribute. The wind ruffled their hair.
"Where are we?" asked Charbonneau.
"The SR building," said Joml. "The next Crossing Point is eighteen miles in that direction." She pointed towards a taller building. "It's on the twelth floor."
"SR?" asked Wiglaf.
"Scientific Research."
"How do we get down?" asked Charbonneau, looking over the edge.
"Climbing ropes," she said, changing into a jumpsuit with a harness attatched.
No, I have no idea where it came from, either.
Ropes?" he said unbelievingly.
"Yep," she grinned. "It'll be a challenge."
"Why can't we just go through the building?" moaned Wiglaf.
"SR is locked tighter than an unopened bottle of pop. They'll spot us immediately, even if they haven't already." She adjusted the harness and checked the clip over. "C'mon, conjure some equipment and let's go."
Wiglaf obeyed readily and began to place her grappling hook against the ledge, checking its hold on the brick. Joml was busy rechecking the rope length against how tall the building was. Charbonneau sighed and changed clothes. How he had gotten into this mess he didn't know.
If they're really that freaky about their security, then I don't doubt that the roof would be set up with cameras, etc....
"Awright," said Joml. "Ally-oop!" She hoisted herself over the edge. "Off to find Jamie to get passports to the next Crossing Point."
Three figures skipped nimbly down the SR building at four o'clock in the morning.
***
Joml ran nimbly down the street. She had sent Wiglaf and Charbonneau to Jamie's an hour ago. She was so tired of Charbonneau's backtalk. She wanted time to herself.
Joml avoided a cop at one end of the street. On Seventh World, technology was so advanced that people had found walking to be a chore, so they employed a small disc that fit snugly beneath the feet. The cop was hovering uninterestingly a few inches above the ground, blocking her into the dead-end alley.
I hope they have invented something to take care of rampant high blood pressure and obesity as well, then. Also, this page has "I Love Joe Condo" written on the back of it in someone else's handwriting. I don't think his actual name was Condo. I think he lived in a condo.
Joml drew her stun pistol. No one was close enough to see.
The cop went down in one round, sprawling to the pavement. She deftly removed his commer and left him lying there.
Running down the street, she vaguely heard shouts behind her. Panicking, she ran into a sideway street bordered by chrome buildings. She conjured an alley racer, one of the fastest vehicles money could buy. Flipping the ig, she took off and flew down the barren streets, ignoring the curious onlookers as she pulled the throttle down all the way and broke the sound barrier. She slowed the racer down and turned around, ready to land on the building and dash to the twelfth floor.
Barren streets with onlookers? Wha? Breaking the sound barrier in the middle of a city? Wow, my scifi is even worse than my fantasy.
The racer shot past Emillon's Tower, home of Shaker Industries. The sun was rising slowly, a faint brush of pink splashed across the edge. Not much time before true dawn. The wobble of the Seventh World's sun caused it to rise twice, once at fice, once at seven.
HAHA!!! That is the worst bit of astronomy EVER. Even worse than having the planet rotate the wrong way. Seriously.
She pulled the throttle up and landed on the roof, avoiding the dark sensors. She got out and mentally commanded it to fly away. Turning, she walked along the roof until she found a trapdoor, carefully built to appear as a fan outlet.
She better hope that's the trapdoor, or she's in for a nasty surprise.
The Crossing Point was in between the floor of the fourteenth floor and the ceiling of the twelfth floor. Joml crept down the stair ways to the 36th floor. She had to go out many doors while secuirity officers came up and down the stairs. She didn't understand why there were so many cops, seeing that it was five fifteen and still dark out. Well, twenty-two floors to go.
She padded along the carpet noiselessly. She disengaged the fire alarm on the emergency stairwell and descended the vertical ladder until the 12th floor, where she emerged. She ignored the fact that it seemed to have changed. Carefully she found the single panel in the ceiling that permitted one to the thirteenth floor.
Praying fervantly, she jumped up atop the computer system and pryed open the ceiling. She pulled herself into the crawlspace and replaced the board softly, shutting out the light. The constant hum of the computer was silenced, and Joml sat a moment to gain her equilibrium and conquer her claustrophobia. The crawlspace was maybe two feet high, and completely dark.
She began to crawl forward to where she knew was the Marr, the ancient gateway to the Crossing Point. It was hundreds of years old, and an interplanes traveler had managed to build it so that the Crossing Poing would not be disturbed by the computers below.
Joml found the Mavr easily, as she had done many times before. Carefully she lifted the latch and entered the blackness of the 13th floor.
She sat down in the dark to wait for Wiglaf and Charbonneau.
Some guide she is! *rolls eyes*
And that's it, folks!
There's more stuff in the red book that takes place before the floating cats stuff, but I can't find the red book, and it isn't that entertaining anyway.
Somewhere I have more SuperSpy Sue writing...now that's sporkable. Will find it sometime in the near future.
Hope you had fun reading the floating cat fic!
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Date: 2005-12-23 01:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-23 02:23 am (UTC)This is the worst day EVAH! My car suddenly sounds like santa's sleigh (which means I'll probably spend all day tomorrow at the brake place) and now the floating cats are gone, gone gone!
*iz bereft*
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Date: 2005-12-23 03:45 am (UTC)Y'know, I just had a thought.
Cats don't have thumbs. How the hell could they hold onto balloon cords? Much less swords.
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Date: 2006-01-03 10:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-03 11:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-23 01:32 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing the Floating Cats story. I'm sorry it's over!
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Date: 2005-12-23 05:47 pm (UTC)I'm sorry it's over too...though I have a feeling that the other 120 people who have me friended are quite relieved.
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Date: 2006-01-03 10:25 pm (UTC)That Shaker Industries in the 7th world... Does that mean the amish are still making furniture? Floating furniture?
Can't wait for the SuperSpy Sue, in all honesty.
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Date: 2006-01-03 11:36 pm (UTC)Hee! Floating furniture! lol
I started the SuperSpy Sue somewhere...hmm...I thought I bookmarked it, because I'm going to put a bit up soon...I'll have to look again.
Oh, and I found the red book where all of the Many Worlds fic originated! Perhaps I should put up a little of that, too.
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Date: 2007-07-07 12:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-07 02:18 pm (UTC)You're very brave to have done so.
*grins*