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Challenge #01139-C042: One Fine Re-union in a Theatre

Phantom of the Opera parody, starring the flaming purple skeleghost -- Gallifreya

[AN: Skipping the double prompt because (a) foreign lands and far away from the overlap score (b) my time is limited]

"According to Google, this place isn't even here," said Arthur. "This might be a level O manifestation[1]."

Vivi seemed almost possessed. "I've been here before. I can feel it..."

"Yeah, a brand-new century-old abandoned theatre? I don't think so. Let's g-get out of here, Vivi."

"...vivi...?" whispered another voice.

Arthur's hair stood on end. "Yeah, we need to get out of here," he said.

Vivi, meanwhile, was enjoying herself. She'd climbed up onto the empty stage and taken centre spot. "Ladies and Gentlemen... Announcing for the first time on stage, the Mystery Skulls!"

"Vivi, no," said Arthur.

"Vivi, yes!" She giggled and jumped in place. "Come on. At least have some fun with this..."

Spotlights snapped on, causing Arthur to swear under his breath in a seemingly endless stream.

The other voice in the theatre said, "Sing for me, my angel of music..."

Vivi, almost blinded by the lights, said, "...arthur?"

"You did it, now you do what they want."

Vivi took a deep breath, knowing that she couldn't hold a tune in a bucket. And that she was tone-deaf. "Won't you play a sim-ple mElOdY..."

A gout of purple flame and sparkles, and there, beside her, was a very well-dressed skeleton. "Vivi, it is you! You never could sing worth a damn."

"...hey!" said Vivi.

[1] O stands for "O my god, we're in trouble now."

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The day after the night before...

I had an excellent time, yesterday. I didn't get to stay in character for any length of time at all, because the ever-fabulous Isabella Bennett was hanging out at the SPG merch booth.

...which sadly did not contain any T-shirts or Kazookaphones or patches :( Boo. But did contain one of my personal heroes.

I was one of the very few fanbots there. I guess everyone else wised up because wearing makeup in the heat makes the heat even more punishing.

But I

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Challenge #01138-C041: All Things Spadge

Some of the nicknames make sense - their name sounds a little like that word and a slip of the tongue gives them a moniker for life.

But how the heck did nicknames like (RL example) Spadge happen? --Gallifreya

[AN: Dunno how it happened to your friend, but...]

The new crewmember had a special word. A word for all things. A word that could mean all things. And after a week of hearing things like:

"This is complete Spadge."

"I love

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Fun times, fun times

Alongside suffering from massive sleep dep, the after-effects of which are still plaguing me to a minor degree... I am also plotting to be active for way longer than I'm used to.

I haven't pulled stuff like this since Uni. But it's the price I have to pay to not miss an instant of Steam Powered Giraffe.

Thanks to my new friends and Chauffers, I have cheap nibbles so I don't have to spend my reduced fortunes on the highly overpriced fare

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Challenge #01137-C040: Special Education

The routine butchering of names by various species that have trouble with minor inflections in other languages which inevitably results in silly nicknames - T'reka > Trekker, for instance, or to borrow from another author, Usze > Uzi and N'tho > Nitro -- Gallifreya

Names are important. Across the Gallactic Alliance, all cogniscent beings had a string of sounds or signals that meant 'this is me'. And some... could get quite picky about it.

"Ra-el," said Rael.

"Rail," said the human.

"Ra-el," said Rael.

"Ray

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I am now in foreign climes

I've unpacked, organised, WASHED... that last one was super important. 13+ hours in flight, plus a minimum of four spent in hurry-up-and-wait... I was wringing with perspiration.

I feel much better for a wash and a change of clothing.

And air conditioning. Blessed, cool air conditioning.

Ah how I missed it.

Of course, from the morrow onwards, I will be waking up super-early to get my blog and story done so that the missing count isn't all that huge.

Stand by. Story

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Challenge #01136-C039: Skinny Said He'd be There

"There's something fishy about all this..."

"Oh that's just Undyne!" -- Gallifreya

[AN: I think MobTale fits this prompt the best]

"He said he'd be here," said Papyrus.

"Your pal says lots of things," rumbled Sans. "You sure he's on the up and up?"

Papyrus smiled. "Of course he is. He's responsible for the training that got Undyne to notice me. I trust him with my life."

"Do you trust him with the kid's life?" said Undyne. She was wearing her battle

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EEEEEEEEE....

OK so just on the red line, a very nice Onigiro volunteered hir brother for carpooling. Some, if not all of my candy may already be spoken for.

And this dawn, Beloved volunteered to drive my humble self to the airport so we don't have to fret about parking fees. And I don't have to worry about my car getting stolen or "Borrowed" Ferris Beuller(?) style.

[Though what anyone would want with a joyride in my crappy little car... I have no

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Challenge #01135-C038: One Stressful Evening at a Comicon

And some people have non-standard "Heart's Desire". -- Knitnan

The suspect was identified as "One of them weirdo robot people" so Officer Decker had gone for the simple expedient of rounding up anyone who even looked like they could be a robot... and then asking the witness to pick them out.

So far, Chloe had eliminated all of the Homestuck trolls because the witness said, "Nope, none of 'em had horns."

Smart money was on the very twitchy one in the red

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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

Tomorrow morning is a busy morning.

Tomorrow morning, I get up,do my usual morning weigh-in [I'm in the 90K zone! Yay!] brush my teeth and take my meds... and then make sure both toothbrush and inhaler are in my carry-on.

Tomorrow, I take my refrigerated meds out of the fridge and pack them in my luggage. I make sure one baggie of supplements is in my carry-on and the other's contents go down my throat.

Tomorrow, I am sad to announce

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Challenge #01134-C037: A Slip of the Pun

http://haberdashing.tumblr.com/post/138651636069/fenrir-kin-meowjorie-my-christmas-gift-to -- Gallifreya

[AN: Eeeeeeuuuuuwwwww...]

"I told you, I can only work with the spirits of departed people. Animal ghosts don't understand speech."

"Well something has to be done. I'm tired of getting woken up at dawn by all the honking!"

"I'm very sorry. All I can do for ghost geese is make them think it's winter so that they migrate. And that will exacerbate your vulnerability to head colds."

"Geese. Ghost fucking geese. How the

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Almost there!

The dress arrived, yesterday! And it looks GORGEOUS!

If I ever order another one [my size has gone down since January, when I ordered this one] I will be sure to include my arm girth because these sleeves are more than a little snug when I bend my arms.

[Shown here: some blur of the dress just after it arrived]

You might not be able to see, but it has POCKETS! They're covered by the corset when I'm in costume, but who

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Challenge #01133-C036: In the Wee Small Hours...

Sans and the Gaster Blasters -- Gallifreya

Sans barely stopped his Gaster Blasters from incinerating his baby brother. "Geez, bro, don't scare me like that..."

"Puppy," cooed Papyrus, age four. "Is this why you said I couldn't have a dog?"

"Uh..." said Sans. "More like... the dogs have their own homes to go to."

"Can I pet 'em?"

"Look. Kid. It really takes an effort to..." he trailed off, looking into those pleading, puppy-dog eyesockets. Sans surrendered to his marshmallow soul. "Sure.

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Packing.... and packing death

Packing Death is possibly a rather unique Australian term meaning "to be very afraid". And I am very afraid. In total, on the round trip, I am catching five planes. Two there, three back. And very possibly circumnavigating the globe.

I'm afraid my luggage and cosplay will get lost.

I'm afraid the TSA will take objection to something in either of my luggages and incarcerate me so that I completely miss out on everything.

I'm afraid no-one will want to take me

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Challenge #01132-C035: Well Met, Wanderer

Night falls, the demons arrive... and the gates are open and there's tea and biscuits in the bailey. -- Gallifreya

The Hordes of Darkness were on guard as they crept into the castle. They expected all kinds of resistance. Hails of arrows. Rains of fire. Boiling oil or at least scalding-hot porridge raining down on them from the murder holes[1].

There should have been armed knights. There should have been traps.

The demons were still expecting some. They even regarded the

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