FIC: The Late Shift

[supermus]

I used to have this staple remover thing... looked like a monster mouth, thought it was going to try to eat me when I wasn't looking. BTW, I didn't understand a word of Tara's speech. In about ten minutes it's going to align properly, right? And after the window passes the carnival and Aunt Corpse will go to hell? But Tara and the Gang would be okay, or do they have to get out of the carnival? So Tara has to beat Aunt Corpse and get out but do close enough to the cut-off so that Aunty won't have time to get out or complete the spell or something? Am I in the near vicinity of correct? Awesome set of updates, I can't believe that this fic is already 140 chapters... seemed like just yesterday it was 50. Our(or rather your) little fic is growing up so fast! *fake!sob*

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Nothing gets in the way of fate. Not time, not space, not distance, no person or creature. Not even death. Eventually fate will bring them together."

-Excerpt from Katharyn's "The Sidestep Chronicle"

[Canadian Kitty]

As proud of myself as I am at being able to rile you and the troll enought to make you want to lovingly spite me, my gentle conscience could not take being responsible for the hundreds of shakened and frightened kittens such a storyline would produce.



I simply could not live with the knowledge that each and every night kittens everywhere were unloading their staplers before bed, and storing the staples and stapler in seperate locked draws. I could not be that cruel.



CK

"You wanna go out sometime, for coffee, food, kisses and gay love?" Willow- Normal Again.

[LeatherQueen]

*LOL* A giant stapler?? Now there's a bizarre theory. The only thing more bizarre would be one of those teeny, tiny staplers. Like the kind you carry around in your backpack in college. Yes!! Beware the Wrath of the Teeny, Tiny Stapler!! For it is all powerful and shall crush you in its teethy grasp!



And all you need is research, eh? Heh... well then, I better get a move on and start researching. The only thing is that I just HATE researching alone.



Ooh, and a vignette of the other Willows!? Yay!! Just for that you get vigorous scritching and a big 'ole cup of espresso and a nice PB&Honey sammitch.



And as for the update... Futile... like a fox? *LMAO* That was one of the best Tara lines, ever! I may just have to add that to my sig line.



Wonderful updates... and yay for Danger figuring things out. Gotta love Danger... he's so much fun.

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory

Edited by: LeatherQueen at: 4/11/02 6:38:46 pm

[mollyig]

Danger watches Kung Fu. Another piece of the Danger puzzle. And another cool update. Yay!

I could paint you in the dark, 'cause I've studied you with hunger as a work of art - Collecting you (Indigo Girls)

[Mix]

Quote:

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I always thought of confused as a light green with vibrant yellowy undertones...

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Yup that just about sums me up, especially with all the twists and turns this fic takes. Better then being on a rollercoaster!!



I'm afraid that there are too many questions tumbling around so I think I'll just sit back, enjoy the ride and content myself with the phrase "What the Huh?"



Go Danger!!

[wiccachica]

Morning Edition - Hot off the press:



Hang on. Bumpy ride.



And yes…this too is an actual word…..



Chapter 142: Zenzizenzizenzic… Part One

Quote:

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"I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.

I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain." – The Bene Gesserit Litany against Fear; Frank Herbert’s Dune



"One has fear in front of a goat, in back of a mule, and on every side of a fool." – Jewish Proverb



" The hardest thing in this world…is to live in it" – Buffy Summers



"The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax."- Albert Einstein



"The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit." - W. Somerset Maugham (1874 - 1965)



"I hate quotations." – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Click…………Scrape……..

You are running...



…Running...your legs ache...your chest is tight...your lungs on fire...but you cannot not stop....no...



You cannot stop...because…if you do...You’ll hear the sound again...the sound of It…. coming relentlessly closer...The sound of it coming to get you...because it KNOWS…. it knows your thoughts…it knows your secrets….



It can see into you…and it knows what's hiding there...what you are most afraid of...



And that is exactly why it comes for you …



Click…………Scrape……..



Somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder how you got here again…to this place…this AWFUL place…



The sound of your shoes on the hardwood floor and your laboured breathing the only counter-din to that methodical clicking and scraping…coming closer…following always just far enough away to be around the very last corner you turned…



WHAM!



You strike the mirror with you palms because you saw it coming looming up in front of you…yet there was no way to fully stop yourself from hitting it.



You are not a little girl anymore….you can’t cry….you can’t …cry….



Trapped…..There are mirrors on every side of you…and only one way out of the narrow hallway…and that is the way in which you came…



Click…………Scrape……..



You let out a small cry of desperation and fear….because you know this is the part where you are trapped…



Where you have to turn and face the source of that horrible sound….or you have to close your eyes and leave this place…



You close your eyes and will yourself from this place…you push the thoughts of what could be coming fast upon you…and you draw up an image of Willow…you concentrate of that picture…you will yourself to…BE there….with….WILLOW….



And as you had already know…somewhere deep within yourself…you cannot leave this…you are now trapped…in every sense of the word….



But it will never leave you alone unless you face it, Tara…it will follow you like this…for the rest of your life….which you know won’t be too long if your heart…. keeps going at this rate…



Click…………Scrape…….. The sound looms just around the corner….



The air in this hallway is thinning…you can feel your chest tightening …a huge invisible fist has reached inside you and taken hold of your heart… Your chest hitches as you struggle for air…for life-giving breath…



WHAM!



You hit the next mirror and pummel your hands against it in frustration and outright dread at this point….



You’re having a panic attack…you are going to die….you are going to ….die in here….there is no way out!



WHAM!



Another mirror to the right of you shudders under the impact of your hands….but it will not break for you…it will not release you from what you know is your destiny….



To turn around… and die.



With little insufficient sips of air…you are only able to make strange mewling sounds that mingle with the sounds of your hands….and echoes…..reverberates…. off the glass…



Click…………Scrape……..



Now it is right over your shoulder…easing up behind you with the confident slow sound of something that knows it has you right where it wants you…



Click……………….. Silence….as it pauses behind you….and it is at this point that some part of you…something within you…. breaks…



You stop striking the mirror in front of you….and you lean your forehead against it…feeling its slick cool surface….you press your palms against it….it leeches the warmth from your palms….



Your heart is the only thing betraying this outer stillness….it races ahead of you…tattooing out a tempo that you can not match…pushing the blood through your body as such a pace that it makes every muscle vibrate so quickly…that you are sure you must look frozen in place….You ARE frozen in place…



You couldn’t move if you wanted to….



And now….It is right behind you…you can feel it reaching out just inches from the flesh of your shoulder….inches…maybe less…from shredding any resolve you might have had left…



But it does not touch you….oh no….not yet….



It wants to prolong this terror….for as long as it can keep your heart pounding frantically away at your ribcage like an autonomous beast….rattling angrily at its confines to be released…



And you know that the only release you can give it is silence….



Aunt Acacia was right…this won’t even take ten minutes….



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[mollyig]

It wants to prolong this terror



Its not alone there.

I could paint you in the dark, 'cause I've studied you with hunger as a work of art - Collecting you (Indigo Girls)

[wiccachica]

mollyig...



You know me soooo well...



But I WILL try to get you two more updates before the end of the day (tall order for me cuz I still have NO idea how the troll is going to make Tara afraid of a tiny, purple backpack stapler...)



(wink)



chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[tkheaven]

LOL

I read that and for a second thought, "Good God, what did I miss???" I was rolling at the thought of a killer stapler. Then I read the last chapter and although it probably has nothing to do with Tara's childhood nightmare, I had this image of a really messed up warewolf Oz still coming for Tara since he can't have Willow, and he's using two giant staplers as crutches!! Click Click (Oz dragging his hairy self) Scraaaape



Ok, it's Friday, I need a drink...

BLAH, it's only 11:38am (est)

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"Hey Will, this is me. It doesn't all have to be good and fine. This is the room where you don't have to be brave. I still love you. If you're worried, you can be worried."

- Tara to Willow

Episode 603: "Afterlife"

[Sassette]

I feel like Giles in OMWF when he's a "hair's breadth from investigating bunnies" ... because I have no idea what's coming, and I'm about ready to throw my hat into the ring with the Super Stapler Theory.



Y'know - Super Stapler Theory. The idea that all intangibles in the universe is made up of one metaphysical stapler. It goes hand in hand with Super String Theory ... only in this one, the Super Stapler is attaching the Super String to the Super Wall ... don't ask about Super Wall Theory. That gets a little .... complicated.



-Sass

[Grimaldi]

great morning update. Reading Tara's description of how she felt made me think of the nightmare's I used to have as a kid.

"All these people are completely fucked. Metaphorically speaking, that is."



"Well I geuss we'll have to roshambo for it"



Aaaaaa yer brother blows bubble gum

[shadowcase]

Nobody likes my Generic horror sound theory.

No they all like the Super Stapler Theory,see we did all learn something in school staplers are just waiting to bight buh ha ha...you.

Got to say love this story,oh and Tara face the fear!

[wiccachica]

What can I say?



The troll is working overtime on making even ME nervous with this stuff.



Had a roommate in college who had persistent night terrors...He used to cry and shake and moan...and beat his fists against the wall to get out... saying there was something in the corner with red eyes trying to get him... and I used to have to talk to him gently until he woke up...



Holy Heck... that was the saddest....scariest experience EVER...



This just brings it all back to me. (shiver)



Gosh I need a hug. Or a drink...or a drink and a hug...



*sigh*



Chapter 143: Zenzizenzizenzic… Part Two



A Silly Putty Taco….that is all of the physics I can offer you to explain what happened…



Don’t ask…



One second we were all sitting on the ground cross-legged…and the next… it felt like the ground was being pulled…elongated beneath me…It was suddenly like the world was being stretched and overlapped onto itself…recreating itself….



And here we were…like pesky grains of sand…rolled into the mix….becoming one with the carnival for a split second… Only to come to the surface of a new…and very different part of the carnival…The part we NEEDED to be at right now…



Heaven forbid if we had been running when all of this happened…



the words: ‘uncannily squished’ comes to mind



Actually…nothing quite comes to mind as I take in the sight just to my left…



Only that I need to be up…on my feet…



…And THAT is the hardest thing in the world to do right now… All of us are a little discombobulated from the strange…putty taco trip.



But you have to get up and get over to where they are standing…to where Auntie and Tara are…because…even from here…you can tell that Tara is in terrible…terrible distress….



That alone motivates me to my wobbly legs and sets me stumbling drukenly at first towards the two…



Auntie…with her spent stance…leaning slightly forward elbows resting on knees…watching Tara intently…MY Tara….writhing on the dusty floor….pounding on the ground as though trying to break through the surface.



Whatever mojo Auntie unleashed on Tara was enough to tire the older witch out…if not for just a little while…



Long enough.



I hear Tara’s choked moan…and suddenly I’m swept into a sense of tunnel vision… nothing else matters…I become UNGLUED…



I don’t care if this woman could tear me to pieces with a flick of the wrist…or send me packing with a look….I am going to be a tree alright…



The ASS-KICKING kind of tree!



The kind of tree NOBODY wants in their backyard, Lady…



She is so intent on the torture of the woman I love that she doesn’t even see me until it’s too late.



I come at her hard…fast…and low…not so much like a tree…but a really pissed off…. Limb of Demolition.



Surprise I have gives me the upper hand…



For like…ten seconds….



Long enough for me to shove her forcefully away from Tara…and send her sprawling to the ground in a very surprised heap.



" Keep her…DOWN..." I say to Buffy and Spike…who are more than happy to oblige…as I fall to my knees beside Tara…and try to pull her into my arms…



You’ve seen this before, Rosenberg…you know what this is…come on…REMEMBER…



But wherever Tara is right now…whatever is holding her…doesn’t want to let her go…



I put my arms around her waist…trying in vain to pull her away from the ground. Every muscle in her body is rigid… as she thrashes against the hard packed earth. I can feel the heat coming off her like a furnace…searing through the back of her shirt and against my chest…



And then I feel her heart…



Oh…God…THAT’S not normal….That’s not right at all…her heart can’t be doing this…no one could take this kind of punishment….



" Tara! Tara, Baby…come back to me…come on…!" I shout frantically…using every ounce of my strength to hold onto her as she fights to escape whatever it is that is pursuing her.



She can’t hear you…she isn’t IN there…she is somewhere else…



And then she goes still….well…not still so much as stiff…



She lays her forehead and palms solidly against the ground …panting for breath…her heart racing even faster than before…impossibly fast…but the body housing that heart is so tight that she seems to vibrate in my arms.



Please…please…please…whatever you are…just let her go…just let her…come back to me…After this is over…we’ll take a vacation…I promise…we’ll take a break… sleep all day… cuddle all night…and we won’t leave the room…we won’t put ourselves in crazy of dangerous situations…or…



In the midst of my silent plea…I feel her heart stutter beneath my hand…



Like a long-distance runner in a marathon stumbling…



The bottom falls out of my stomach… My own heart clamors in my chest…as I pull her tighter to me.



Oh Goddess…NO….



"Let her go!" I scream at the woman being pinned beneath an angry Slayer and vindictive vamp not eight feet from us. She smiles at me. I feel Tara’s heart stutter again…this time…pausing for what seemed like an eternity…. before resuming its breakneck rhythm.



" I am." Auntie says.



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[Sassette]

*jumps into wiccachica's lap and hugs her*



I'm staying right here until this is fixed ... 'cuz, dammit ... this is scary.



-Sass

[Owl]

*glubble glubble glubble glubble glub*

*fizzle*

Here's a fizzly drink of your choice, er...

*passes the glass to what I think is wiccachica's hand, though it could be Sass's, hard to tell as intermingled as they are.*



I'll give you your hug and a really nice scritching later, once you become.... available again..



Yagh! back to the cliff for me! Love this story. Love Sass and her wonderful perversions of various theories. Have turned my stapler in to the authorites.

Edited by: Owl at: 4/12/02 11:54:51 am

[wiccachica]

Takes a dainty sip of Owl's fizzy drink.



Thank you, Dear...I'm parched.



oh.. and...Um...waiter....there's a Sass in my lap....



I don't know how she got here...I was sitting here...and *bing* here she was...



No...no...no need to remove her...she's just as scared as I am. Plus...I mean...COME ON...she's ON MY LAP...it's every fic whore's dream to have a Sass on her lap....



Give her a break? Make this a light, fic full of hearts and flowers?....sorry...can't do it...not yet....



(if I can get girls to jump in my lap for hugs with this fic....I'm going to print it out and carry it with me...)



Okay...all seriousness now...



One more edition to come today...but it's still rolling around in my head...gaining momentum...



All of your theories are making me laugh...and creating a most difficult environment for scary fic writing...( I keep snickering when I type the click...scrape...) But keep em coming...you are WONDERFUL FUN!



(I'm toggling between putting a big hairy cliffhanger out there today...or cinching it up for the weekend...) hmmm.... what to do...what to do....



chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[Pixie gishmock]

Okay, wiccachica, that first update today was disturbingly similar to my childhood and teen nightmares. I'm scared too! I need a hug!! Hmmm, Sass, that's a really good idea! *jumps into Owl's lap*

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette

[wiccachica]

I am happy to incite lap crawling into sessions...



(wink)



May this Late Edition bring you shivers...and hope...and courage...



And fierce resolve against the treacherous cliffs...over which you often hang...



It's a little different...a little poemy...



okay...enough excuses...It wanted to be written this way...and who am I to argue with the words in my head?



Chapter 144: Turning Into…



What do you fear most?



It is behind you.



When you close your eyes…when you are alone…when you feel the darkness pressing against your skin…all around you…chilling you…like a thick, black blanket fresh-pulled from a snow-fed lake.



What is it that comes to you?



What is it that makes you scream?



It is behind you.



It is in front of you.



It walks beside you.



Turn around… Turn around and around…. and face it.



Open your eyes, Tara.



Look right into it.



It doesn’t matter what happens past that…does it?



So what if your heart ceases?



So what if your throat closes in upon itself?



So what if the image of it is burned upon your retinas for the short duration of the rest of your life?



What will it matter?



Because until you turn around…



it isn’t going to leave you.



Or its spot… where it believes forever belongs…always just behind you…



Turn around.



You already know what it is…



You have probably known all along.



Or maybe this what you want.



To stay here.



To be yoked endlessly under this weight of terror?



Isn’t it……(wait).



(Listen.)



To that voice… beyond this place.



The sound of the woman that you love



Calling you back to her.



You can hear her with you…feel her heart somewhere very near to you.



Beating out the burden for the both of you.



And this THING…this terror behind you.



It is nothing compared to the thought of losing her.



It is small…impotent….infinitesimal….



LAUGHABLE, really.



Compared to profound love…



So you are going to turn around now.



You are going to look right into its depths…



And you are going to leave this place…



You lift your head back away from the mirror. Your hands slide down the mirror with soft squeaks. You open your eyes…and look first into your reflection before you…steeling yourself…filling yourself with the courage…keeping your focus on the sound of Willow’s call…



You look past your reflection….behind you…to the torment…the fear…behind you…and into the glass…



To behold your tormentor...



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

Edited by: wiccachica  at: 4/12/02 2:06:45 pm

[Canadian Kitty]

Hmmm, cliffhanger. It must be friday.



CK

"You wanna go out sometime, for coffee, food, kisses and gay love?" Willow- Normal Again.

[LeatherQueen]

oh chica!! You're really trying to get us all riled up today, aren't you?



*chews furiously on her pen* So you need hugs and a drink?



throws many drinks towards chica and hugs chica's leg for dear life



Are you ever going to tell us what the "click... scrape" is? I'll scritch you forever if you do!

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

Edited by: LeatherQueen at: 4/12/02 2:27:49 pm

[wiccachica]

To rile you...LeatherQueen....my only mission in life.



(wink)



ooh... golly a promise to scritch me forever???



Surely you know I'll have to revive the troll who is current fanning himself on the floor right now...that last one really took a lot out of him...though short...and freestyle it needed to at least have a cadence...



I'll try REALLY hard to find a non cliffhangery bit for you...



I mean we are talking scritches and drinks for life? Right?



If I manage one...I'll not post it up at the Author's posted thread...I'll just sneak it in under the radar...



(going to shake the troll awake...)



chica.

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[Sassette]

*wiggles a little in wiccachica's lap*



Okay. I'm staying right here all weekend.



-Sass

[TinyJewishSanta]

Check out the get-a-roominess in this thread. Wiccachica - I would probably also prostitute myself for more of this fic, but I'm just too darned married. So - alas alak - I'm glad there are others to do it for me.

"Willow - that's a tree. You're a tree. Tell me, do they have any nachos here, little tree?" Band Candy

[LeatherQueen]

Yay! Yes... try to revive the troll. Perhaps telling him that his troncubine, CK, returned to give him a scritch will help wake him up.



And yes... scritches and drinks for life for a noncliffhangery bit. Just a wee little piece to assuage my poor little heart?



Until then, I'll just continue to sit here hanging on to your leg... since Sass has taken up permanent residence in your lap. Although how she can manage to write her updates while in your lap is beyond me.

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

Edited by: LeatherQueen at: 4/12/02 3:49:14 pm

[Grimaldi]

great updates, please revive the troll (if your toll likes it I've got some vodka or beer for him) as the suspense of finding out who Tara's tormentor is driving me crazy

"All these people are completely fucked. Metaphorically speaking, that is."



"Well I geuss we'll have to roshambo for it"



Aaaaaa yer brother blows bubble gum

[tkheaven]

Great update...anyone know troll cpr? poor thing. Up Up UP..let's go....

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"Hey Will, this is me. It doesn't all have to be good and fine. This is the room where you don't have to be brave. I still love you. If you're worried, you can be worried."

- Tara to Willow

Episode 603: "Afterlife"

[LeatherQueen]

Quote:

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Originally posted by tkheaven:

Great update...anyone know troll cpr? poor thing. Up Up UP..let's go....

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Actually, I believe troll cpr involves carefully scritching behind the ears and a big mug of espresso.



Or was that wiccachica cpr... I get confuzzeled easily.



You can try it and see if it works. I'm afraid I'm already a woncubine of chica's and cannot scritch another.

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Owl]

Woo Hoo!

*and all the other woncubines turn and glare at Owl, as if to say, "what are you so damned happy about? Wiccachica has just given us a historically monumental cliffhanger, and you're grinning like an ex-vengeance demon counting an equally monumental pile of money...."



Ahem. Right. I'm sorry, did I say woo hoo? I meant grrr! arrgh! a cliffhanger! Oh, the pain the pain! *does dramatic impression of being in severe agony*



*opens one eye carefully to be sure that the woncubines are satisfied with this explanation.*

*leans over and whispers conspirationally in wiccachica's ear,* "Part of me was hoping you'd do that. Now I get to have a lap full o' Pixie all weekend!

Chica, you little minx, you! Enjoy your Sassy weekend.



And.... just so we're clear on this.... OUCH! That really is one hell of a cliffhanger, you know. If I didn't trust you, I'd think there was some source of really malevolent evil behind this whole thing, trying to drive us all insane. I'd demand an investigation. Well, I would. *cough* i'll just be over here checking the troll cave, just to make sure it's clear of squirrels, staplers, and dangerously adorable dogs. I thought I saw a Nipper look-alike go in there a while ago.... Right. Nipper. The RCA dog. Because I would never suspect you of being evil. Nipper, on the other hand.... I mean that whole thing with "His master's voice"? Kinda makes you wonder, eh? Master my arse! Master of evil, maybe... er.. excuse me... *walks over to the troll cave, carrying the still-frightened Pixie*

Edited by: Owl at: 4/12/02 4:39:08 pm

[Canadian Kitty]

Well i have finally arrived to scritch my trolly but I fear I am to late. I believe he has already lapsed into his weekend siesta. Us demanding kittens tire him so during the week.



But I must take a moment to humbly bow to the great chica. I have had a monumentally horrible day causing my bitterness to bubble over. But coming home and reading your fic allowed me to escape into a world where what I most fear doesn't look like business people in suits holding the future of my thesis in their hands, but rather it looks like...... well see it's kind of like..... *taps foot only slightly impatiently* Well? what does it look like wiccachica?



And Owl, well that's just not fair. some of us don't have a lap o'pixie to get us through the weekend. And the trolls asleep so no tension easing scritches. What's a girl to do?



CK

"You wanna go out sometime, for coffee, food, kisses and gay love?" Willow- Normal Again.

Edited by: Canadian Kitty  at: 4/12/02 4:49:49 pm

[Owl]

Pssst!

Canadian Kitty! C'mere! You have to see this!

*CK stumbles into the cave, where dozens of colorful phonograph cones hang from the ceiling and Victrola record players of all shapes and sizes line the walls. A glass case full of Nipper memorobilia.

The revolving bed from Club Diskotekka stands in one corner, spinning around and around hypnotically. A stuffed doggie looks curiously at us from the bed*

Okay, now that is weird.



Anyway, Pixie and I both have this thing that we like to do called a cuddlepuddle (see spoilerfree thread), which is where anybody who wants to gets to cuddle with a bunch of other people. So, might I be so forward as to suggest one of those? The more the merrier. Anybody who is frightened or just in need of a good cuddling can come over here and wait out the great unveiling in cuddly trepidation. S'ok, tsatzkeh?



You don't know what the hell I'm talking about, do you? Go here: Nipper Note to self: stop visiting strange museums.