Round 16, Hour 24
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fic_rush_48Will fanfic get written? Will this get posted? Will anyone see it even if it does get posted?
Only Engine X knows for sure.
Meanwhile, we are almost at the halfway point!
Only Engine X knows for sure.
Meanwhile, we are almost at the halfway point!
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:05 pm (UTC)The Russian Cheese Mafia shall not defeat us!
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:08 pm (UTC)My friend's still asleep so I'm going to try and sneak in some writing before I have to disappear :D
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:09 pm (UTC)Just came back from my friends house and now I'm going right back to my bigbang!
Any more survivors besides me and
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:44 pm (UTC)And the space pirates were busy on a mission to distract the other Russian Mafia long enough to let Skyler post this hour's post! ;-)
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:47 pm (UTC)We sure are having a busy day... The Russian Mafia is succing to corner us on all sides! But I'm confident the penguins will bring us sweet victory! :D
in an online world where (almost) everyone is female
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:22 pm (UTC)I've just heard from Mac -- he says the Doctor dropped off 43 gazillion French-speaking penguins, all named Franc, and they attacked the Russian Cheese Mafia in Grand Central Station.
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:57 pm (UTC)(And I say that as someone who used to live there.)
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:41 pm (UTC)Apparently JJPOR got to the crackiness ahead of me, but... well, I appear to have written my first 'rush crackfic, and I am not to be deterred from posting it. ;-)
...except it's too long. Hopefully if I put the story itself in a separate comment that will fix it. *g*
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:42 pm (UTC)"Bwahahahaha!!!!!" cackled the Russian mafiosi, rubbing their hands evilly.
"We have driven Curuchamion off of Fic_Rush!!" one of them gloated. "Now she can no longer continue posting an unprecedented amount of subversive and reactionary fanfiction!!!"
"Our next target," another recapped unnecessarily, "is the current moderator Dbskyler!!! Without her fic-provoking chatter posts, the entire structure of Fic_Rush will crrrrumble!!!!"
"And we will be one step further in our dastardly scheme for the utter destruction of LiveJournal," added a third, "the only thing that stands between us and Total. World. Domination!!!!!" The mafiosi broke up laughing gleefully and cracking their knuckles.
"Hey. Not so fast, guys," chirped an unmistakable voice from the doorway.
"Curuchamion!!!" chorused the Russian Mafia all at once.
"But... you retreated in utter defeat!!" added one, for the benefit of the audience.
"Mmph - yeah, whatever." Curuchamion shrugged. "I brought reinforcements. INCOMING!" And she promptly dropped to the floor, covered her head with her arms, and rolled out of the doorway.
A detachment of space pirates on flying motorcycles roared into the room. (Well, if six pirates on four motorcycles count as a "detachment".) Their leader was a chubby, curly-haired blond man whose black eyepatch was decorated with a stylized silver falcon. As he slewed his motorcycle around in a complete circle before hopping off, he yelled "Cowabunga!" in a thick Irish accent for no discernible reason.
Behind him, side by side, came two identically dressed men, one tall and one short. They both wore blue jeans, cowboy boots, sleeveless undershirts (presumably to show off their similarly bulging muscles), and black eyepatches. The shorter man had gravity-defying black hair and long butterfly sideburns; the taller one's longish dirty-blond hair, dark beard stubble, and green eye made him look suspiciously like a Snake Plissken knockoff. On the seat behind the tall man rode a short, cute-faced blonde girl wearing red gingham and (not very much) black leather. Even before their motorcycle screeched to an earsplitting stop - nearly crashing into the shorter man's bike - she had hopped off and begun kickboxing the Russian mafiosi with her stiletto-heeled boots. The three male pirates preferred space karate, two-handed clubbing, and good old-fashioned fisticuffs, but all four methods were about equally effective.
The fourth motorcycle carried a prim-looking eyepatched man in khaki and a leggy redheaded woman in a very short black leather minidress, who joined the free-for-all as soon as she could disentangle herself from the motorcycle in the increasingly crowded room. The man in khaki parked his bike tidily in a corner, pulled a small notebook out of his pocket, and began weaving carefully through the donnybrook, shaking each knocked-out mafioso awake and shouting in his ear, "Excuse me, could I have your name?"
In a very short amount of time, the fight was over. The five more piratical pirates stared around the room, panting slightly, with the bemused look of people who have suddenly discovered there's nobody left to fight.
"Excuse me, could I--oh, it's you, Miss Curu. Are you all right?"
"Yup, I'm fine. Eep?" Curuchamion sat up and pointed over the khaki-clad man's shoulder, where the last conscious member of the Russian Mafia was trying to sneak up on him. Without even looking, the moustacheless man (none of the pirates had moustaches, but he was the only member of the group one would think to define as specifically lacking a moustache) knocked out the mafioso with a backhanded karate blow.
"Well, I think that takes care of that," he said. "Thank you for calling us in, Curu."
"Yeah, Coocoo, great ride," said the short man. "Anybody for Italian?"
"'Cuckoo' yourself, short-stuff," Curu retorted, picking herself up. "My pleasure, Ali."
"Let's all go out for pasta," the curly-haired man decided. "We'll have to pick up my lady on the way. Curu, you can ride with Shorty."
The tall redhead hopped onto the neatly parked bike. "You're on the back this time, Ali. Hang on!"
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Date: 2011-04-10 01:38 am (UTC)I didn't recognise your pirates, but that was fun.
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Date: 2011-04-10 04:21 pm (UTC)Pirates in order of appearance:
* "Falcon" aka evil!Miles O'Brien, the Bond villain from DS9's "Our Man Bashir" holosuite-malfunction episode;
* eyepatch!Wolverine from the 1986/1987 Uncanny X-Men/Wolverine Madripoor story arc (the only one of these pirates who isn't technically from a canon!AU, although I think he spent some time in one);
* mirror!Middleman and his girlfriend mirror!Lacey, from the mirrorverse episode of a cracky one-season show called The Middleman that aired in 2008;
* Inferno!Brig and Inferno!Liz, who I am rather surprised you didn't recognize (even though I completely forgot about Caroline John's brown wig in the Inferno!verse).
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Date: 2011-04-10 04:42 pm (UTC)Gal, it must be over twenty years since the last time I watched "Inferno". Are you still surprised?
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Date: 2011-04-11 12:46 am (UTC)Yup, characters with eyepatches! At first it was just going to be evil!Miles, but then he decided to assemble a platoon...
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Date: 2011-04-11 02:23 am (UTC)(Yeah, sorry. I have no idea what it is with me and you and putting my foot in my mouth... o_O)
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:44 pm (UTC)What would be a good synonym for 'snorted'. I've got two different people snorting two paragraphs apart. Must fix that. The first is of the "you said something funny although you didn't mean to" (care to rephrase that?) variety, and the second is more "you said something ignorant which I find amusing" (oh, please).
Any suggestions?
*potters off to make cocktails while you're thinking about it*
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Date: 2011-04-09 11:47 pm (UTC)*shrugs*
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