Seen on The Inquirer: Tamagotchi the Movie
I can see it now: fourteen minutes into the movie, the entire theatre starts beeping until everyone buys popcorn...

-Rob Kelk
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Anyone mind if I inject some of The Legendary into my creative slushpile?
It's about Katy Kaboom, her personal nemesis, a groundhog, a clear blue sky, and lots of other things. Katy is going to need some backup, and I *could* bring in J. Random Hero, or for that matter, some of my alts, but The Legendary would be a better fit. I don't want to step on toes, though.
Oh, and I'll point out that, while *my* characters may change, I'll make sure to stick to episode format for any of yours (ie, they'll be unchanged at the end, etc).
So, is there anyone who (a) doesn't mind me using their character in a story, and (b) has one that could use a little lovin'?
I've got a few ideas for specifics, but really, what I have in mind can be tailored around whoever...

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs

Aqua song, good times. I'm sure it's come up before, but the thing that struck me about this song is the idea of, well... a kind of celebrity. Something about it always said 'the person you are observing is just amazing'.
My verdict? It generates a psychic field for the duration that makes everything Doug does look amazing to the observers. It doesn't actually change what he's doing or even what he looks like: it's more like everyone in the radius becomes incredibly easy to impress.

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Yet Another FFNet Is Down Thread.
IHNTA.--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.

...unless you really want to.
What if handwavium wasn't created by any means so far proposed, least of all by Haruhi?
What if Fenspace Earth was an "ordinary, uninteresting" world visited by Doug Sangnoir, and handwavium was an unknown and unintended consequence of his visit?
(Momentarily envisions the "Girls, Girls, Girls" crew opening a gate to the main concourse of the Stellvia and asking if anyone's met Doug... in the middle of OGJ...)

-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.

According to The Register quoting The Sun, Doctor Who faces extermination after new season 4.
(And I'm still only partway through watching season 2. If I'm a typical viewer, I can understand why the show's being dropped instead of re-staffed... but I doubt I'm a typical viewer.)

-Rob Kelk
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

In the past, people have pointed out the similarities between Belldandy and her sisters and another fairly famous anime trio of sisters (though in that one, the middle and eldest sisters are swapped compared to the Norns...).
With the addition of Paradox, the similarity continues with the addition of a honorable but mouthy warrior type with unusual...problems of his own, including being pursued by multiple 'fiances' so to speak.
And with the addition of Doug, it *continues* the similarity with the addition of a 'lost boy'..who ends up in a sort of relationship with the violent, mallet-wielding youngest sister. ;-)
Though I do get the image of a micro-stagger where Doug ends up in some really *way* out there parallel (say, Nazi New Zealand) and is pondering his fate, when..."Hey, Doug? What are you doing in downtown Tokyo again?" "Ryouga??? Ummm...this *isn't* Tokyo...."

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I am confused and pissy.Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

Got to thinking: what, exactly, am I supposed to *do* with the King of 3 Shadows' costume slots? It's not like the Mirror Kingdom has a uniform.
Halloween slot went to his formal robes, but that didn't solve the greater problem. Then it hit me.
The King is a multi-stage transforming Dragonball Z villain.
First stage:

...and second:

Next slot will be totally-bulked-out demonic third stage, and the last... the Ultimate Form... will of course be completely human, because that's how these things work.
--Sam
"It's over NINE THOUSAAAAAAAND!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A few thoughts on the BBI and the War....
The Institute goes where it needs to be, and often fills in roles of disaster relief and evacuation, as well as prevention. Given the Global Frequency, there are Blazers in almost every region of Fenspace and Mundane, ready to react on the signal of an AI that has taps into or links with almost every media existent media source. If you are a Blazer, and there's a situation, you can call Buckaroo, and the Institute will mobilize appropriate forces. Sometimes it comes as cleanup, and sometimes....
* * *
"I really wouldn't do that if I were you." I say, stepping out of the shadows, the red dot of a laser sight tagging the Reaver's center of mass. "It might make me cross."
The Reaver is relatively normal in appearance, with only a collection of piercings and a few scars to indicate he isn't actually an Alice Springs Water Department employee, despite his distinctive jumpsuit, hard hat, and ID badge. Even that might be appropriate, given his age. But the look in his eyes, that look of someone that's not quite all there, belies his nature. "Took you long enough," he comments, as if I were the pizza delivery man.
I shrug. "Six bombs, with accompanying bombers," I add, informing him of his team's failure. "You've left the Alice Springs police with a lot of paperwork."
"You won't kill me. You don't kill." He turns away from me and reaches for his package. There's a motion, and J. is there, moving with a stealth and speed that is uncanny for a man his size. Before he can do more than fist the Reaver's clothing, the bomber has snatched up his detonator and flipped it active. He catches J. across the jaw with the improvised fistload of the deadman switch, knocking him to the ground. "Stay back!" he shouts at me, halting my advance by thrusting the switch at me like a pistol, as if he could kill me directly with it. "You know what this is! No one touches me until the bomb goes off!"
"Shouldn't that be 'or the bomb goes off'," says Nezumi as she appears at the other end of the room, next to the emergency exit. Her pistols, the twin Schofields that she got from Governor Clarke, are free and steady. She could shoot out his eyes from that angle, but the switch would open. And of all of us, she knows what a batch of 'Wavium released into the water main would do.
"Where's Chaos?" I ask, holstering my Glock and keeping my eyes on the Reaver. Both exits are blocked, and it's merely a matter of time before he does something really drastic.
"Dealing with the other bombs. He had to get Tommy Eight-Fingers on the phone for some of the work."
I nod. The Reaver's looking more and more like a frightened dog, ready to bite anyone that even looks like he's going to move. The throwing spike drops into my hand, but that's a good second for him to react, and he's still got the switch. "J.?"
"Yeah, I'm here." J. pulls himself to his hands and knees at the feet of the Reaver.
"Don't move, fucker! I will set this thing off if you even breath wrong!"
Too many movies. Well, scratch that, because there's no such thing. Too many movies of the wrong kind. "J.?"
"Yeah?"
"Boom."
Given that J. stands 6'1" and weighs upward of 280 lbs., few people believe that he can move as fast as he can from a standing start. Or that he can kick as high as he does. The front snap kick is a steel-toed blur that connects maybe a quarter-second after his hand closes around the loosening grip of the Reaver, jamming the fist tight around the switch. Unfortunately, the Reaver takes the force of the kick full in the jaw and unsuccessfully tries to follow the line of force imparted. Unsuccessfully, because he is anchored by J.'s aforementioned grip on his hand. The crack of bones breaking echoes through the room, and the Reaver goes limp, his neck at an unpleasant angle.
"Shit." J. lays the body down and checks the pulse. "Shit!" he says again.
I couldn't agree more, but now's not the time. There's still a bomb. "Bomb now. Trauma later." I've got the phone open and active before I finish the sentence. Time to see if Tommy Eight-Fingers can conference.
* * *
...Sometimes they end up in the Alice Springs police station, dealing with paperwork and a case of self-defense.
My point to all of this is that the BBI can and will show up anywhere they're needed. They follow their own agenda, which is less elitist than many of the factions (often involving 'Dane experts and authorities), and Blackstone and the others have no problem simply not telling Haruhi what they're doing if they feel they don't need to.
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