NOT a bunny. For a change. More of a spamfic, offered for your amusement.
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I hate ZPIs.
Zero-Prep Insertions are the bane of every IA like myself. Theyre dangerous, unpredictable, often sanity-bending, and worst of all, usually frustrating as all hell.
But they give the highest entertainment value, the most interesting psycho-socio-whateverilogical data, and the highest sheer WTF factor. Which means they pay the most. And I happen to have a reputation- for being good at them.
So there I was. Again. Inside the QLP accelerator, wearing my birthday suit and a coating of conductance gel, waiting for the Beckett-Mallory field to hit critical and catapult me into a whole nother universe, with no idea where I was going or who Id be when I got there.
My last ZPI, I ended up leaping into a guy who ran a small ramen shop in a place called Konohagakure. No problem, right? Except I dont know Thing One about making ramen, aside from the microwaveable kind. And you- try replacing a mildly well-known restauranteur in a city populated by paranoid super-powered ninja who have a lot- of experience dealing with professional shapeshifters and bodysnatchers. Im mildly amazed I lasted three hours.
That Ibiki fellow wasnt too bad, though the mind-gamers are always fun. Insertion Agents just about have- to have abnormal degrees of mental flexibility, to deal with what we do. By the time I tripped my Recall and bailed out, Id actually impressed him a bit he made me promise to drop by and have another stare contest the next time I was in town.
The ZPI before that one, I was Gendo Ikari. You wouldnt think that was so bad, would you, jumping into the Guy In Charge? Well, think about this: what happens inside a paranoid, disassociative, intrigue-riddled snakepit like NERV when the Top Dog suddenly cant remember his passwords, his master plan, or where he left his blackmail material? I know- what happens, and let me tell you, it aint pretty. The only good part about that entire disaster is that after I bailed, he probably couldnt convince them that he was the real Gendo Ikari again. Couldnt happen to a more deserving fellow.
And the time before that, I leaped in just in time to get killed by a multi-gigaton explosion. My survival module Recalled me just a couple of milliseconds into the blast front, but I still spent a month in the regen tanks. The after-action analysis of my sensorium recordings concluded that Id leaped aboard some kind of very, -very- large space vehicle that was in the final seconds of descent through a planetary atmosphere before striking the surface. The estimated impact energy wasnt a Dinosaur Killer, but couldve been a Tunguska -- somewhere, somebodys got a continent with a big chunk missing.
So, I wasnt exactly looking forward to this next trip. Not that I had a choice. Id already accepted the assignment, spent the advance, and the accelerator was too far along to stop n--
Reality went bye-bye.
The techs insist that the leap is instantaneous, that its not possible to perceive, and that the subjective perceptions of the leap are just neurological static as our brains adjust to the sudden change of location, time, the laws of physics. Well, dont believe it. Every IA experiences the transfer differently, but we all perceive the time in between departure and arrival. Some go crazy, some quit after the first run, some get addicted to it. Most, like me, just deal. But dont ask us to describe it.
My ears always come back first. I was still trying to figure out what the heck was up with my eyeballs when it registered that the voices Id been hearing for the last few seconds were familiar. Familiar from the second-to-last time Id been strapped down to an interrogation apparatus, to be specific.
Suddenly, I wanted my vision back really- bad. I could tell I was standing up, in water nearly up to my neck, and in some kind of restraints. But my body felt oddly numb, only partially attached everything seemed to be really far away....
My visual cortex finally figured out how to deal with its new inputs, and my vision suddenly came back like one of those magic image pictures that you have to stare at for five minutes before you see whats there. It was kind of odd, more like a video image than normal vision, and the perspective was odd, but--
A new voice made itself heard, and suddenly everything snapped into place. Id seen this scene before, from a different angle. A blonde in a lab coat, a yummy brunette in a short skirt and red jacket, a shrimpy dark-haired teen and the source of the new voice, staring down at them through a window that was directly across from me at... eye... level....
Holy crap.
HOLY CRAP!
I was EVA Unit 01.
I was a giant biological robot. That could take out entire armies.
I eyed Gendo and grinned mentally. Oh, I was going to do some damage-. Starting with Mr. Sacrifice-The-Human-Race-In-Order-To-See-My-Wife-Again....
Um. First problem. I couldnt move. And it wasnt the restraints. It was like all my motor nerves were disconnected. Um wasnt there something about the Entry Plugs? They plugged into a gap in the spinal column or something? But EVA-01 had moved on its own in canon, right? If Yui could do it, I could too. I just had to figure out how to
Thats when I saw the medical team wheeling Rei in on a gurney, and realized I was just about out of time....

And this test isn't the best one I can imagine - the lack of a neutral option in the question seems inappropriate, to me.
It is, however, the best I can recall having seen. I'd be interested in looking at anything better, but don't feel obligated.
Ja, -n
('socialist,' hmm? seems fairly accurate.)

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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"

Bunnies. You know I've got 'em. Now to actually WRITE the cursed things. 'Cause, hopefully, banging my head against them will wake up my dormant IWATDP and Legendary muses.
Summaries:
Wish Plus 15 -- the tale of Lori Kahn/Khan/Konda, some random Schlub's wished-for perfect girlfriend... who shows up 15 years late.
Prototype -- Evangelion fic, where preproduction versions of Asuka and Rei emerge from the 12th Angel along with Shinji
Ukyo 1/2 -- AU continuation of Ranma 1/2, where Ukyo was kidnapped along with Akane in the last storyarc. Akane dies at Jusenkyo, and Ukyo is cursed in the "Akaneniichuan." (Apologies for the Japanese/bad Chinese construction, but it's Viz's translation so...)
Charming Huntress Tailchaser Vic -- Mahou Senshi type of story, with a lot of animal legends tied together. This one has some chapter titles bouncing in my head of the format "Noun preposition the noun." Example: "Cat in the Cradle" for dealing with Trickster!Cat. [imagine a Loli catgirl with a thing for Boots] I know that one of the early scenes has a Brother Rabbit analogue playing against Ysengrim.
This idea is more visual in my head, since I was doodling and came up with a Foxgirl in equestrienne gear...
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

Taking her cue from Bella Fuego, Minuet Mac Hine celebrates level 43 in Pocket D's new lounge...
Min in Tiki
...in the SG base....
Min SG base
..and by falling asleep...only...not behind the couch.
Min zzzzz
As of this time we are unsure if any alcohol was involved as Minuet is still sleeping whatever it was off.
Have a good day! -Cindy

I DID threaten to do this, didn't I? ^_^
Debbie, we're going to need some law books. With pictures this time.
Feel the power... OF ATTORNEY!!!
Hmm. It says here that if a person's not married by the time he's 35, he's got a better chance of being robbed at gunpoint by a desperate and somewhat bloated Christian Slater.
TO: Birdman, Harvey! FROM: Potamus, Peter! SUBJECT: That thing I sent you! BODY: You get that thing I sent you? -Logan
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"This kind of thing tends invariably to devolve into the kind of "No, Nakajima, THIS is true power!!" argument that only really works if you're yelling it from the cockpit of a giant robot . . ."
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Not the ones that make you laugh, but the ones that are just so damn cool they're irresistable.

Or, as Fark.com put it:
Blue moon / You saw Bush standing alone / Without a magical fifty / Without a House of his own
-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...

After a test run on Monday, Yukiyo and the Techno Gentleman will be doing Positron's task force Friday starting at 6:00 PM.
Anyone who wishes to join will be welcomed with open arms, or at the very least cheerful pats on the back, and any information and/or advice would be very appreciated.
Also, how long does it usually take to complete?

*Once is a favor,* Chris thought darkly as he brought his bokuto up into ready position. *Twice is approaching a habit.* "One of these days I need to find out why a smile and 'please' from Belldandy completely deprives me of my will to resist," he muttered under his breath."Huh?" Doug asked from where he stood, a few meters away, his posture relaxed and his bokuto still thrust through his belt. "What was that you said?" Overhead, an enormous flock of large black birds wheeled and whirled before coming to rest in one of the trees just outside the outer fence."Nothing," Chris grunted. "Okay, take your starting position." He narrowed his eyes as he felt a prickling between his shoulder blades, like someone was watching him.Doug slid into stance, drew his bokuto and held it at the ready."Right. Now what?""Okay, today we're going to take..." Chris stopped cold as a sudden, belated realization struck. *Black birds?*Doug blinked in surprise as Chris halted mid-sentence and gazed around the yard of the temple until his eyes rested on the birds perched in their tree. Then with a muttered curse, he stalked towards the flock and scowled up at them."*What?*" Chris demanded.

Dems have the House sewn up, and last I checked the Senate was heading due blue.
Folks, it's looking mighty quantum. Now if only we Californians have the collective sense to get rid of the Governator.
--Sam
"WHO'S KICKING WHO AROUND NOW?!"