lavandarlizard2: (I need a drink)
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BFB – Part 105 – Satisfaction



“Is Heero still in the dungeons?” I asked, after scanning for my Dragon and not finding him.

“Yeah. Something about cinnamon spice lattes and pork egg rolls,” Tiffany answered distractedly. “I don't know what that means and I probably don't want to know.”

I thought for a moment and then agreed. If it involved the R&D Wizards, I preferred not to get too curious. Instead, I turned my computer on and began writing up my daily report.

Heero was back by lunchtime and predictably annoyed. I gave it a moment's thought and decided I didn't really want to know either. At least not before lunch. Instead, I draped myself across his desk and suggested a handful of eating places where he could literally sink his teeth into something juicy. We wound up at a steakhouse at the mall.

I had my filet mignon and he had something that resembled a hunk of cow butchered by coyotes. I don't ask anymore. Some days he just has to let his cranky side fly free; this was apparently one of those days. I had time for dessert and a coffee before he finished ripping that steak to inhale-able bits.

“So...” I began once he was done, “the Freaky Five being irresponsible again?”

“'Again'? Try still,” he growled. “They have been warned repeatedly, but still seem to have no discernible sense of self-preservation. They lost another intern.”

“Wait. They have interns again?! I thought that was on hold after they lost that one last year!” Crispy crittered holy wow; no wonder he was so pissed. “Um... Are they all still alive?” I asked.

“Oh yes. No one gets eaten until the intern is back. Safely. They are currently 'working on it',” he snarled.

“Need any help?” Not sure what help I could be, but I can do a phone tree or the fire.

“Not at the moment. I have Wufei monitoring them.”

Ah. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Wufei really dislikes the Freaky Five for some reason I've never been privy to. Another one of those 'not sure I want to know' things.

“How long has the intern been missing?” Surely not that long; we would have heard before this.

“Thirty-six hours and change,” he muttered, glaring at the dessert menu.

“What?! How did they manage that?!”

“Apparently, in addition to lacking any self-preservation instinct, they also believe that if I am not present in the labs, I am not aware of what they are up to.”

“But that's just...” Words failed me.

“Yes.” He put down the menu and looked at the server, who managed to stand his ground in the face of that glare and would be getting a very large tip. “I will have the death by chocolate. And a grande margarita. I'm not driving.”

Once the server had fled, I poked the Dragon again. “When did you find out? Just this morning?”

“Yes. The excuse was that they expected her back hours ago and assumed she had just stopped to powder her nose.”

I gaped at him.

“Exactly.” His dessert and drink arrived and he grabbed the goblet before the server had much more than let go of it. And 'grande' my ass; the thing must have been a full liter. Good thing he's not particularly susceptible to alcohol.

There went any and all weekend plans, at least until the intern was retrieved. I wondered if they had any clue at all of where she was. Knowing them, probably not. Just fucking terrific.

“So... No fun-time this weekend?” I asked plaintively. Didn't mean to sound plaintive, but it slipped out. Dammit, I wanted some fun-time after my successful completion of my mission.

“Oh, there will be fun-time. Q is having a barbecue tonight at his place. Everyone is invited to celebrate your success.” He smirked at me.

“Oh wow! That sounds great!” Q lives in a swanky townhouse in the best part of the town; the place looks like a palace to me. We've had dinner there a few times. Q has a freed house-elf who refuses to leave “Master” and insists on looking after him. Q has referred to him as a bequest from his mother, among a few other gifts. He always says that with an eye-roll, but has never explained why.

Not my business to poke, though. Many other things to be curious about besides our Fearless Leader.

“I thought you'd like that,” Heero smirked again. “Once the intern is recovered, we can take some time away this weekend.”

“I have that meeting at the psych hospital,” I reminded him.

“We will be back in time for that, or we will make time and then finish our weekend properly.” Oh yeah, I like the sound of “properly”.

We caught a port back to the office, where Tiffany was all smiles.

“Good news, Heero! We found the intern. She's being recovered even as we speak.”

That lightened my heart a bit; I wouldn't feel right having fun-time if the poor woman was still missing.

“Excellent,” said Heero. “Who found her?”

“Not one of the Freaky Five, that's for sure. It was Wufei and his 'poking' into notes and parchments. He figured out what they were doing at the moment they lost her and was able to send a porter to those coordinates. Ms McTessah was almost delirious when she recognized the porter.”

“Outstanding. I take it Wufei is still reading from the fires of hell?”

“Of course. He said he may be finished by tomorrow. I reminded him of the barbecue, so he said he'd speed things up a bit and switched to Mandarin. It sounds so much worse in Mandarin,” she snickered.

Heero laughed in agreement.

“How's the intern?” I asked. “She's not hurt?”

“Just scared and a little angry. Mistress Loquinn is looking her over and may keep her overnight, but it looks like she'll be fine. She does want to punt the Wizards into the moat, though.”

“Good idea. I'm sure there would be people willing to help.”

“Oh yeah. Me first!”

Tiffany gave a very unladylike snort. “Get in line, Banshee!”

We all laughed at that. I went back to my desk to finish my notes and daily log and Heero and Tiffany put their heads together to discuss further the appropriate punishment for the Five. I swear they must be amazing in R&D, because I can't see why they're allowed to stay here otherwise.
lavandarlizard2: (Cale fp)
I will never promise content again. =.= Totally feeling like the biggest schlub in the world. Bleh.

So, shit happened and didn't have the decency to just happen and leave, oh no! It had to hang around for a few laughs and some primo finger pointing. =P Finally got it shoved out the door and it took off after one of the neighbors. >_>

So, here's some more BFB, late but hopefully unlamented.




BFB – Part 105 – Satisfaction

BFB – Part 105 – Satisfaction )
lavandarlizard2: (fluttergon)
New year, new resolve. Yeah, we'll see how far that gets me. O.o In the meantime, enjoy. I hope. ^__^


BFB – Part 105 – Satisfaction )
lavandarlizard2: (fluttergon)
Hope I haven't surprised anyone by actually getting this posted in October. I did surprise myself. ^__^

Writing is actually happening, although somewhat sporadically around my efforts to clean up the living/dining room. I recently closed a storage room and wound up with more boxes than could be stuffed into the remaining storage room, so they had to come home with me. Their new home? My poor living room. Fortunately, it's mostly yarn and that can be shuffled into the existing stash fairly easily. The problem is the not-yarn. I actually have to think to deal with that - do I keep it (and where to put it), do I donate it or do I just trash it? Decisions, decisions...

Does anyone else have to deal with stuff that grows/expands whenever you take your eyes off it? Even my plants are sending out shoots and begging for repotting. *yes, yes; I'll get to you!* Two of my medium size sansevieria plants suddenly went into high gear once they got into regular pots about six months ago, and now they need to be shifted into large pots to hold all the branches they've produced. I don't think they believe that we're heading into winter. O.o Oh well. At least nothing has died lately; that's good. ^___^

Enjoy. ^__~



BFB – Part 105 – Satisfaction )
lavandarlizard2: (Sooba 1)
I've gotta stop setting goals for myself. Every time I do, I end up blowing them to hell and gone. >.< So, yeah, only about two weeks late with this, but I kinda have an excuse, due to Real Life crap. Or not. Okay, mostly a touch of writers' block. Seems to be lifting now - knock on wood products - so we'll see how it goes. ^__^

At least the weather is somewhat cooler - false autumn before one last punch from summer. Cooler weather and non-winter is good. ^__~


Anyway, we have arrived at Duo's showdown with the minder. ^__^




BFB – Part 105 – Satisfaction )
lavandarlizard2: (fluttergon)
Wow! I got it posted in the correct month! OMS, I may have to faint. ^__^ Um... under the a/c vent, of course.

The next part may take a little longer to post. Been having a bit of selective writers' block. Brain wants to work on BFB. *shrugs* I'm trying to subtly wrestle it back to Chibi, but we're once again doing the one or two sentences thing. Damn thing never wants to cooperate.



Chibi 033


Chibi 033 )
lavandarlizard2: (WHAT?!)
Oops. Almost forgot to add my plea for forgiveness. June has been totally one of *those* months. I just took a look at my posting and realized I was up a creek without a keyboard once again. With any luck - even mine - July will be better. ^__^




Chibi Problem — Part 33




About twenty minutes later, there was a commotion a ways up the beach. When I looked up, I saw some older kids bouncing around with a Nerf football. They weren’t being particularly careful where they were going and knocked over someone’s cooler, spilling ice on the sand. The juvenile currently perched on my bag immediately took notice.

He looked over at me and I made a shooing motion. “Yeah, sure. Go check on that.” He bounded off eagerly.

I watched as one of the kids pulled some bills out of a pocket and handed them to the cooler’s owner. He seemed to be apologizing for spilling the ice, so I settled back.

I should have kept an eye on them, it seemed, when there was an eruption of yelling and screaming from our group of kids a few minutes later. I stood up in time to see the castle that our group had been working on exploding into a shower of sand.

Shawn yelled; the oldest girl screamed. The little ones shrieked and began to cry as the group of boys thundered through their playing area, laughing and making no effort to watch where they were going. Shawn went after one of the guys and another one pushed him down. The largest of the marauders grabbed our girl and made as if to kiss her, and got slammed in the face by a dive-bombing duo.

Suddenly, the scene was littered with Chibis, all in mission-mode. The little kids were herded quickly away, while the intruders fell to lashing out at anyone they could reach. Our girl – I really needed to get her name – smacked one bully with a plastic shovel and he pushed her down and tried to kick her. A Chibi ran up his leg and smacked him in the face with the flat side of a dam dao. Two boys were throwing sand and kicking at Shawn who had wrapped himself around the leg of one. A group of quatres and trowas were converging on them.

Marines were charging in from all directions, and it was pretty clear that the bullies weren’t going to escape. Mothers began collecting the little kids and checking for injuries. I dropped my yarn and headed for the action.

The kid who had originally grabbed for our girl was on the ground, moaning and clutching his face, blood seeping around his fingers. Another kid was also on the ground, this one clutching his crotch. That made me blink; Chibis go for the balls? Wow. Who knew? The other three boys were quickly folding under pressure from our side. Just as reinforcements arrived, the sand-thrower went down, burying his face in the sand and covering his head with his arms as half a dozen Chibis, all screeching their particular war-cries, ran right up on top of him.

Mike grabbed the kid Shawn was clinging to and Shawn let go and rolled away. The lifeguards pulled up on their ATVs. I saw an MP pulling into the parking lot. The other Marines had the rest of the boys collected in a group, although the father of our girl looked like he’d prefer a much more private setting, since he had the kissing bandit by a hunk of hair and didn’t look like he’d be letting go anytime soon.
lavandarlizard2: (Sandy)
Didn't make April, after all, but I'm close! That counts, right? ^___^ This is a longish part.



Chibi Problem — Part 33 )
lavandarlizard2: (I need a drink)
Ah, what I wouldn't do for a gundam of these guys right now. ^___^ "Here, Killer; your job is to weed and de-pest the plants. No, I don't need to count the carcasses, thanks."



Chibi Problem 033 )
lavandarlizard2: (Cale fp)
So, anyone drop over in surprise? It's only been something like 6 years that Chibi has been on hold, or as I like to call it 'languishing in the pits of writers' block'. ^__^ I guess I'll find out how this goes over, won't I?

^___^



Chibi Problem — Part 33 )
lavandarlizard2: (Sandy)
My Saturnalia gift to all. ^___^ Who knows when I'll be back with fic. O.^ With luck, and a stable internet, maybe in a month.




BFB – Part 104 – Freaky )
lavandarlizard2: (Anubis)
Here we go! This part (104 that is) is almost done! Wooohooooo!


BFB – Part 104 – Freaky )
lavandarlizard2: (Anubis)
Last week was one of "those" weeks. >.< The kind that screws up your life *and* costs money. Car problems again. *sigh* All fixed now and my baby is running better than in years. ^___^ I guess that's worth it. That's what available credit is for. ^__^

This week won't suck near as much, but I am coming down with a head cold. I hate summer ick. It always seems that much worse than having the ick in the winter. >_> Like a personal thing.

Oh, hey, like my new icon? That's my new big guy. ^__^ The old big guy is still with me, but this guy is nearly twice his size. O.O Big Kitty is Big!




BFB – Part 104 – Freaky )
lavandarlizard2: (I need a drink)
Aaaannnnnd.... Here we are again. ^___^ Wasn't sure I could do this today; my internet connection is being pouty. I dunno, maybe it's the heat. Although, we're only supposed to be 96 today. That's not bad, right? ^___O There's even a 1% chance of rain! And it's Friday!

So anyway, here you go. ^___^




BFB – Part 104 – Freaky )
lavandarlizard2: (Richard 08)
If I mention that it had entirely escaped my mind that I do have bits of this to post, would anyone show up with flaming torches? Just wondering. ^___^

I can only plead massive terminal distraction, like the 25# cat who oozes under the sofa, the 10# cat who scared a dog, the 18# cat with the droopy tail and mostly the truck that decided to run a fever. O.O All finally adjusted to or repaired, and the brain casually says "Yo, what about some new Banshee?" First reaction was "Do I have any?" Then I opened the file. *facepalm* Yup. I haz some. So... see below. ^___^




BFB – Part 104 – Freaky )
lavandarlizard2: (Cale fp)
Almost let myself go into another "is she dead or what?!" lapse. O_o I don't seem to care for winter much anymore; I get all hibernate-ish and don't like leaving the house or my computer. >_> Not that I get much done on it, sadly.

I haz a new kitty! He is a lovely striped tom tabby. He has excellent manners and seems to love sleeping on top of me. Or maybe he's just holding his spot until the ice cream shows up. ^___^ The other cats are getting along/not hissing at him after six weeks, so it's all good now. Even the old girl seems to understand that he's not at all combative. She had eight years of having to avoid Tekko; I guess the notion of not being attacked is pretty weird for her. No mutual head-washing yet, but that's coming. ^__^ The big guy has found a playmate and they sleep together and rough-house and do the head-washing thing. Still trying to get some pics of him; he does the usual "what is that? can I see? what does it do?" with the camera. I have some great shots of his nose. ^__^

Three cats in the house and all is balanced again. ^__^

So, a bit more of soon-to-be really pissed-off Duo.




BFB – Part 104 – Freaky )
lavandarlizard2: (fluttergon)
I honestly didn't realize how long it's been since I posted something new. Damn. May. Crap. I guess I can blame it on being a parent - kitty parent, that is. The old girl has popped some thyroid trouble and that used up a couple of months making sure the meds worked. Then, just as I was relaxing - pro tip: never relax; Murphy is waiting - the youngest cat, my snapping snarling little buzz saw of attitude, suddenly wasn't doing well. Vet trip, diagnosis, treatment and finally euthanasia. It happened within a week. She had kidney failure. O_O Needless to say, the whole thing is just barely beginning to sink in. The whole house is still in WTF?! mode and I'm still doing the random crying thing. *sigh* Still look for her at the door when I come in, still reach for her on my pillow at zero-dark-thirty. The other two seem equally confused. Old girl checks all her usual spots and then yowls at me. Big Guy has lost his playmate and is being kinda cranky. And my credit card balance has reached "horrifying".

I'm trolling the shelters for another cat, but there are so many... and at heart, I am a crazy cat lady. It's tough to pick just one.

Apart from my seasonal angst, the world is still turning.

Hope you enjoy. ^___^




Read more... )
lavandarlizard2: (Richard 10)
My, what a lovely month we've had. Or not. Fires all over the county at mid-month, aided and abetted by the santana winds. >.< Bleh. All gods love the fire fighters, local, out of area and CalFire and the US Forestry Service. My end of town got flamed a few years ago, so there isn't much brush to fuel a fire, but I expect we'll get something this season. Dammit.

Anyway, enjoy! And, uh, the length of time it takes for me to reply to comments has nothing to do with the commentariat; it's all me and my scattered neurons. Thanks for putting up with me. *hugs*



BFB – Part 104 – Freaky )
lavandarlizard2: (fluttergon)
Sooo... Yeah, I am still alive. Most of the time anyway. ^__^ Big news is... New Banshee! *listens to the crickets* Okay, so it's Big for me, at least. It means my brain may have come unstuck. Ooooooh! I can only hope.



BFB - Part 104 - Freaky




BFB - Part 104 - Freaky )

***sigh***

Jul. 19th, 2013 11:55 am
lavandarlizard2: (WHAT?!)
Sooo... I am in the midst of moving house... finally. New place is very nice. Minimal carpeting, central air, an actual usable patio and a live-on-site manager. ^___^ Problem is all the small crap that accumulates when you live somewhere for more than ten years... I am into the final stages of terminal whine. Odd-sized stuff, little bits of important-but-unknown stuff, stuff that needs to move, but I'm running out of things to move it *in*. Lemme tell you, reusable shopping bags come in very handy when moving. Truck and helpers will be here tomorrow... Anything that doesn't fit on the truck will go in Akachan for however many trips next week.

I will try to get some fic up on S&B today - my internet connection gets interrupted tomorrow, but I probably won't be coherent by then. Internet and land-line; no TV though. Gonna try Roku after a good recommendation from one of the Birds. ^__^

Light some hamsters for me; this is gonna be a tough weekend.

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