FIC: The Late Shift

[Sassette]

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In a crypt all wet and dreary

As we ponder Quantum Theory

I do my best to cinch my lips

And squelch a bloody snore

I pull my head, severely nodding

Up to watch the Scoobies Prodding

Poor ol Blondie as she wades us through some

Quantifantastic Lore…

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I love you, wiccachica.



-Sass

[AmberBensonRockzMyWorld]

WiccaChica,

You ROCK! I'm loving this story. Your great. Well, Much Love to ya and I can't wait for the next update.

Lisa



I / Amber 4 Life

This is our Last Embrace, Must I dream and Always see your face.~ Jeff Buckley "Last goodbye"

[Canadian Kitty]

And my day is just a little brighter now. Thank you chicca.



CK

"I'm not coming back." Willow. Villians

[Grimaldi]

great update!! Poor Willow, not being able to touch Tara. can't wait for the next installment

You are what you eat, you big pussy

I got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but 2 things right now Jack and shit..and Jack left town

Wash your hands, they've been up a bear

[wiccachica]

Okay...still doing a bit of the warm-up...but it's staring to fall into place...I never knew how a few weeks off could stunt the flow of fast-written fic...



Beware....A Date Night approaches...



But for now...



Chapter 162: A Swiftly Jilting Planet



A line of clog-dancing green demons in tutus will not surprise me right now…the way things are going.



Call me a kid if you want…but is it just me, or is life in my family like a Star Trek knock-off…?



And not the classy Next Generation kind…the kind with the cheesy rubber monsters and the bad calliope music just before we are bounced into a slough of sappy oral hygiene commercials….



What am I getting at, you ask?



Well all someone needs to do is walk into the old crypt here and look around…it’s really self-explanatory…



And now Tara is about to tell us what’s going on…and at first I’m not sure I want to know this time.



She has been conversing on and off with the two other Willows…neither of which WE can see…One is in the center of the room…the other…just an empty spot near the back wall.



If it were anyone else but Tara…I would have stamped “crazy” in big ol block letters… right on her forehead.



But I have this feeling that there are a whole lot of other people in this room that I can’t see…and one of them just happens to be my older and infinitely disapproving and nosey sister…



How CREEPY is that…?



I don’t even know where she is right now…she could be…ANYWHERE….



Which not only freaks me out…but makes me think we have to fix this…and NOW!!!



TBC…



Chapter 163: A Plethora of Pedagogics



When faced with confusion one tends to try to set one’s self back to the moment of the disaster’s origin.



How did we come so far…only to be plunked right back down into the hellish fray like disobedient toddlers to a playpen? Who decides when we’ve suffered enough? At what point do we get to spend a day on the beach, playing games, and sunning (okay maybe not Spike and Danger…but the rest of us) …without the possibility of something oozing out of the ocean to eat us…or something scaly dropping out of the sky to ruin what would be a perfectly pleasant day?



I often think we live our lives to the tune of some cosmic television rating system…



Oh…the Scoobies are having a NORMAL day? Well…that won’t do…the viewers will be bored with that…let’s throw a blood-gobbling fiend in the mix to stir things up…oh and a couple zombies…the kids LOVE zombies…



But who would possibly believe what I’m about to tell them? What I’m going to have to explain?



It’s the stuff and nonsense of a science fiction television show…not a normal group of friends… And I should really put the word “NORMAL” in quotes…shouldn’t I?



There.



Maybe I’m just being hypersensitive…it’s Willow…she’s worrying me…



She hasn’t spoken or acknowledged anyone for some time now. She just keeps her chin on her knees…staring off into the distant infinity beyond this place. If I didn’t know her better I’d say she was gone for good…but this is Willow Rosenberg we’re talking about here…she’s a fighter…she’s probably thinking of a way to fix this….



I watch as her brow crinkles lightly… then smoothes…



All right it’s that or she’s trying to think of a good rhyme for orange.



Dawn touches my arm…startling me back into the “real” world.



“ Okay, Tara…we need to know what’s going on…Is everyone HERE awake?”



She’s seems a little more desperate that usual to have this situation squared away…I suppose it is kind of oogy to have a sibling lurking about the room and not being able to see them…



“ Yeah…I’m ready to fix this and go on a bloody holiday away from you people…I NEVER get into this kind of trouble on my own…” Spike gripes. I silence him with a stern look.



“ Fine…I discussed it with the Willows, and we’ve come up with something. We think we know what’s happened….”



“ I’ll tell you what happened…Prudential over there screwed us in the royalest of royal ways…” Buffy mutters.



“ Tell Miss Grabby Hands over there that I had no intention of using the amulet…and this wouldn’t have happened if she would have kept her hands to herself…” Pru says offishly.



“ You and I are NOT in a separate dimension…you can say that to my face…” Buffy surls.



“ Oh yeah…so you can HIT me??? I’ll pass…and by the way…it’s not a DIMENSIONAL thing…” Pru says.



“ Can you two stop arguing so I can explain?” I say.



Xander looks around, squinting like it is going to help him see through the threads of time and space.



“ Who’s arguing? Is there Cat fighting going on…oh please tell me there’s no cat fighting going on and I’m missing it….are they clothed??” He inquires.



Dawn takes this opportunity to cast a reprimanding gaze his way. She’s a half-second faster than me…



“ Okay…I’m going to just start explaining and if you aren’t listening…then tough…first off…there is no unclothed cat fighting going on in this room as we speak…second…Buffy…Pru…if you two don’t stop bickering…I’m going to gag and bind you both together until this is over…and see if I don’t.” I say.



“ Again with the ‘damn that I can’t see that’ bit.” Xander huffs.



“ I’ve been listening all along.” Anya says smugly…ever the perfect pupil.



“ Yeah…spill..” Spike says…feeling his pockets for a smoke.



I take a deep breath…and spill the proverbial beans.

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


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


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[mollyig]

Again I'm amazed and impressed with how you've perfectly portrayed the personalities of all the characters. Spike's feigned boredom, Dawn's annoyance at her sibling, Xander's gutter mind.



Brilliant stuff!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[wiccachica]

Oh LeatherQueen...you know your dangling storylines VERY well m'dear...



Hang on... we are going for a RIDE...



Chapter 164: The Proverbial Beans



The sun cannot rise on the Hellmouth without the need for a white board and some dry-erase pens. I suppose I will have to suffice with hand motions and finger puppets….that's me...always the mother of invention.



I draw diagrams in the air… even do a small rendition of the event in the center of the room that ends up looking more like an interpretive dance than an explanation of how we are all in some kind of…..



“Cosmic waiting room?” Spike says from his newest spot near the back. He has a cigarette dangling from his pale, disbelieving smirk.



“ A quanta-temporal queue.” I say again. That’s what Pippa called it.



“ And what are we in queue to do?” Spike drawls…acting out his rough and tumble routine…but I’m clued in enough to see through that…the tougher he acts…the more frightened he is…



Right now he’s practically the coolest quivering bowl of Jell-O I’ve ever seen.



“ I don’t know.” I say.



“And why can we see them and they can’t see us?” Buffy asks.



“ Why can’t we see them?” Dawn asks at the same time.



“ What we’ve come up with is that the amulet is used to make copies only…so where do the copies come from? They come from several tiny fractions of time EARLIER…not even big enough to be called a millisecond…let’s just call it a quanta-second…When the amulet broke…it sent us all into different “slots” of time…”



Gosh…it made so much more sense an hour ago.



“ So what I’m not getting is the amulet…I mean…I never had that kind of service problem with MY amulet.” Anya says.



“ The profession of a vengeance is a lot more lucrative than a Gem Demon. Their amulets aren’t made from your top of the line gemstone…” Pru sites.



I repeat what Pru has said to the rest of the group.



“Are you saying that Gem Demons are making copies of themselves on the Cubic Zircona of the amulet world?” Anya says…disgusted and frightened by the thought of such cheapness being exploited in the demon ranks.



“ Right…a class C gem that probably isn’t manufactured to make more that six or so original copies at a time…” I say.



“ Six…that doesn’t sound so bad.” Xander says… “ I mean…how many of them did you say were made this time? Four? So where’s the problem?”



“ The problem is that when Pru and Buffy grabbed the amulet at the same time…it overloaded and probably tried to make another version of each of them…at the same time…that part’s a little shady…what we do know…is that it broke. And so far none of us have been able to pick it up.”



“ Okay…so we are all stuck in mini-groves in time…and you can see all of us…but we can only see a select number of the people in the room….”



“ Right…we think the queue it’s not so much set up in a linear way…as much as a ripple effect…a group of rings and the amulet being the center and some of us are on separate rings while others are on the same ring but a few quanta-seconds apart…which means we can see each other…but the image we are seeing is either a quanta-second ahead…or behind our own…”



Danger is in the corner, sleep mussed and scritching his puppy’s head…I think he wants to scratch his own head in light confusion…



“ So…now we kind of get what’s going on…so I’m sure you guys have talked over ways to FIX this…right?” He asks.



“ We talked.” I say…looking distractedly again in the direction of Willow, who doesn’t seem to want to come around and join the group discussion.



“ And…?” Spike prompts.



“ And we aren’t sure…but we think we’ll have to go to someone who knows about this kind of thing…”



“ A jeweler in Sunnydale who specializes in time altering gems? Good luck.” Xander scoffs.



“ No…someone with a little…MORE…experience than that…” I say…



“ Who?” The Serious ME asks…looking a little wary. In fact they all look particularly aware that I’m warming up to some BAD news…



“ As we see it, we have two choices…” I look from face to face in the room before dropping my gaze. “ Olivia…or…..or….Mother…..”



“ Oh… for the love of Lucy…!!!” Xander swoons, rolling his eyes.



“ There is NO way we are going to EITHER of those two!” Dawn stomps her little Dawnie foot. (At least some things don’t change)



“ I think both of those are decisions made in that thing called Haste…big haste…the kind of haste I don’t like to jump into…” Buffy says.



For some reason…they all seem to be morbidly afraid of the choices given. Not that I blame them.



“ I say we just stay like this…” Spike says reasonably. His cigarette burning brightly as he sucks the life out of it. “ Do I hear any seconds?”



“ Great choices, Tara…The Lion’s Den or the frying pan….just….GREAT…” Anya says…turning away from me so I can’t see how scared she really is…



Mother WAS a monumentally bad idea. But who knows more about Doppelgangers than the Queen of them?



“ You’re right…Mother was a bad idea.” I say out loud. “ We should ask Olivia’s help first.”



“ NO!!!” Everyone in the room seems to shout at the same time…



And then it strikes me…



They are more afraid of Olivia….than Mother…



“ Does anyone want to tell me what’s with the secrets and the unanimous screaming of terror?” I insist.



No one will look directly at me.



“ We…made a deal…” Xander murmurs, his shoulders drooping in guilt.



“ A kind of….not-so-smart deal…” Anya seconds.



“ With Olivia…” Buffy picks up her cue without missing a beat.



“ What were the terms?” I ask.



“ No terms…she just hasn’t come collecting what she wants…. yet..” Xander says.



“ I told them not to.” Danger pipes up.



“ What could she possibly want???” I ask…numbly wondering why they all look like death warmed over…



“ She wants the same thing she’s wanted since the first time we saw her, Tara.” Willow says her first words in an hour and everyone who can hear her…turns to watch as she reaches out to her left, and scoops up the amulet…turning it one way in her palm…and then the other…marveling the crack at its center.



“ She wants YOU.”



TBC…

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


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


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[Grimaldi]

loved the updates

I got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but 2 things right now Jack and shit..and Jack left town

Wash your hands, they've been up a bear

[Pixie gishmock]

Woo hoo!!! Go wiccachica!!! To echo Sass, I love you too.

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

[LeatherQueen]

Gah! I KNEW she'd come back into this at some point. And oh.. the horror... all the problems and Date Night looming on the horizon, getting ever closer without our girls able to touch, let alone smooch!



What will Olivia want?



Will our girls ever get a decent Date Night again?



Will the copies be able to have Date Nights, too?



And will someone ever explain how Danger's puppy made it out of the Carnival still alive?



BUM BUM BUM!!! All these and more will be answered... sometime in the next millenium. Maybe.



Wonderful updates, dearie. You deserve a scritch for that. *scritches behind your ear*

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


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

[wiccachica]

Golly...what with the lovin' from Pixie and Sass...what's a girl to do besides swoon???



And as usual, LeatherQueen, you are right on the money...

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What will Olivia want? WHAT DO YOU THINK OLIVIA WOULD WANT??? WHAT DO WE ALL WANT???



Will our girls ever get a decent Date Night again? OH i'M GOING TO PUT MONEY ON YES...NOT SAYING THAT DATE NIGHT HAS EVER BEEN ENTIRELY WITHOUT CIRCUMSTANCE IN THE PAST... MAYBE AN "INDECENT" DATE NIGHT MIGHT BE IN ORDER....HEH



Will the copies be able to have Date Nights, too? OH HELL....WHY NOT...



And will someone ever explain how Danger's puppy made it out of the Carnival still alive? HEY...AS A WISE MAN ONCE SAID...ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE...THAT AND THE HELP OF THE ALL-POWERFUL NARRATOR OF THE STORYVERSE WHO HAPPENS TO LIKE PUPPIES AND HAS A SOFT SPOT IN HER HEART FOR DANGER...



BUM BUM BUM!!! All these and more will be answered... sometime in the next millenium. Maybe. IS THAT A JIBE AT MY UNTIMELY FIC POSTING? OUCH, LEATHERQUEEN...TRES OUCH...

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I'm guessing a little storyville by tomorow night.

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


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


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[supermus]

I kind of wandered off from this thread around the great Hangover incident, but I'm back and all caught up! "She wants YOU!". Who doesn't!? Now I have to go back to the fair part, cuz I don't remember the deal.

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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"

[LeatherQueen]

Yes.. Olivia wants Tara. Heh... because Tara is so very wantable. Yum. I know we'd all like our very own Tara for Date Night.



No, no... no jibe. Ok, maybe a small one. I've been a bad, bad woncubine, I know. But... but... I can make it up to you. With lots of scritching... and um.. the judicious use of scented oils... or... some heavily caffienated beverage and a sammich? Oh! But not all together, of course... cuz that would just get messy.



And maybe more story tomorrow? So... I'll just sit here... patiently... until then.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


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

[Owl]

Wiccachica! Have I ever mentioned what an honor it is to be a woncubine? Well it is.. I adore you in a manner that would put pepe le pieu to shame.... Only, I'm, y'know, a lot less stinky.

I love every bit of your ever-thickening plot.... and every bit of the new updates... ("for the love of lucy!" )

Looking forward to the next one...

*sits down patiently with LeatherQueen*

[wiccachica]

LeatherQueen....Yumm...sammiches....you had me at the sammiches....you had me at the sammiches... (sigh)



Owl...may I just say in the tradition of my favourite Pepe Cartoon...."le pant....le pant...le...scream!"



Oh yeah...



Okay...this is off the beaten path...so blame the troll...when have we ever been linear here? hm?



Chapter 165: Ipse Dixit



Miraculous recovery?



Think again.



Sometimes it’s just easier when people believe that you’re a hairs-breadth shy of a drooling mess…it takes the pressure off…let’s a girl think about her options.



I half listen to Tara’s explanation of our situation…the other half of my brain is spinning over the factors…leaving just an iota…a miniscule tad…to worry about the more important issues…like how we are going to pull off date night without…well…



WITHOUT…



Let’s just leave it at that.



I try to listen to the ins and outs of quantum theory and how it applies to us all…but my mind can’t help wandering…can’t help trying to take me on a very cruel trip down memory lane…not in anything as convenient as a limo, or a horse-drawn carriage… not…this one want to jostle me into a creaky rickshaw from hell and careen me through the streets of time….right back to the best…most wonderful Date Night that we ever had…



I think this is my internal self-defeatist’s way of telling me nyah nyah nyah nyah-nyah



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“ Hold still.” I have to lean down to say this close to her ear. Not because I have to…but because it provides me the perfect opportunity to light a chaste kiss just below her earlobe. I straighten back up and scoot a bit farther over the edge of the bed…holding her shoulders captive with my knees. She is seated cross-legged on the floor, her back to me…trying to remain still while I finish off the last of her perfectly plaited braids.



“ When do I get to braid YOUR hair?” Tara asks…looking at me via our reflection on the closet door before us.

“ Any time you like.” I say, releasing her from my deceptively strong leg clench.



“ Easier said than done.” She says, getting up off the floor and joining me on the bed. “ The last time I tried to…I barely got my hands in your hair…we didn’t even make it out of the room….”



“ Are you complaining?” I ask…quirking an eyebrow at her.



“ Resounding non-complaint, here.” She says with mock seriousness, and then puts a hand in my hair to show me exactly what she meant.



I’ve come to the conclusion that Tara has had some kind of head-to-bed signaling mechanism installed in me while I slept…



The moment she gives me a certain look…or puts her hands on me….BAM…I have no control over the muscles in my body…I am literally putty in her hands…



And to demonstrate this…I fall limply back onto the quilt…looking up at her with the sort of satisfied anxiety I’ve come to expect in moments like these.



I watch her as she leans over me…her newly hewn braids falling about me like a curtain of tiny silken ropes…



“ I like your hair like this…it’s very…Tara Maclay….’jungle girl’.” I murmur. I see that she is intent on my mouth as I speak…as though she can’t hear a word I’m saying under our private canopy of amber pleats…



“ I look like Jane Child.” She says…smiling…but still concentrating very hard on my lips as they too pull into a wry smile.



Like she’s studying you for the big test…Rosenberg...



“ Are you going to kiss me, or what?” I say finally. She takes her sweet time…still smiling down at me….my personal Tara of the Jungle…oh yeah…



Me Willow...you Jane, Bay-bay...



Watching her hover just above me is unnerving…not to mention oddly intoxicating…



But frankly…I’d rather get right to the drinking.



I put my hand to the back of her neck to pull her down to me.



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“ Will? Tare? Your evening Chauffeur is here!” Xander says from just outside the door.

“ Everybody decent?”



Frankly we were working towards indecent, dammit



Tara sits upright so fast that her braids whip back and across her shoulders.



“ SSSS! Ouch!” She hisses as Xander pops his head in the door.



“ Am I interrupting something…?” He asks hopefully. Looking around quickly to catch glimpse of the Forbidden Contraband de Femalia…



“ Yes.” I huff, I haven’t yet pulled myself up in the hopes that we might just…CONTINUE with our little business …Xander be damned…



“ You aren’t interrupting.” Tara lies…forever the diplomat.



“ You two gals ready for another Date Night?” He asks…with a familiar enthusiasm that had appeared to take over the rest of the household as well.



It’s like attack of the Date Night Pod People down there…



I prop myself up onto my elbows…



I didn’t even get a kiss! How totally unfair is this???



I’m about to raise a fist into the air and fie upon Xander my uncanny wrath…when Tara hands me my coat.



And a look…



Oh…there will be time for kisses…and other things…later, Love….For now…Date Night…



“ So where are we going?” I say…deciding to let Xander survive another day…



“ I told you…It’s my night to pick…and you’ll see…” Tara slips her fingers through mine and grasps my hand…sending familiar tingles up my arm to the base of my skull…firing the appropriate synapses like mad.



Where this woman goes…I will forever follow…



….especially on the PERFECT Date Night

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


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


" If you imps are lookin for a fight, then ya come to the Chapel Oblige-ya!!" - Legend

[LeatherQueen]

First off, LOVE the addition to your sig. The Chapel Oblige-ya. hee!



Secondly, the Perfect Date Night? Wow... Sounds heavenly.



And finally, I will ADORE you forever for giving me that image of a braided Tara of the Jungle hovering above Willow, looking ready to pounce. Yum. For that you get a bucketful of sammiches. Whole heaps of them and whatever else you want.



Whoooo... *LQ toddles off to thoughts of she-tiger Tara* Tra-la-la...

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


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

[mollyig]

Watching her hover just above me is unnerving…not to mention oddly intoxicating…



But frankly…I’d rather get right to the drinking.



Take Charge Tara makes another appearance!



Glad Willow has her priorities right. Instead of worrying about temporal anomalies etc., she's concerned about Date Night!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[Grimaldi]

another fine update. Tara of the jungle mmm...

Oh my god, they killed... oh, nevermind!

I got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but 2 things right now Jack and shit..and Jack left town

Wash your hands, they've been up a bear

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Great update...stupid Xander, he always comes in at the most inopportune moments. Oh well, at least there was the promise of kisses later..



-Aimee

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"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages, said they're unnatural. Gay marriage is unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -Bill Maher

[Pixie gishmock]

"attack of the Date Night Pod People" - I love how everyone is so into Date Night!! And take-charge jungle-Tara? *swooooon* And I also liked Willow's comment at the beginning, about letting everyone think you're a hairs-breadth away from a drooling mess so you can look at your options. (not sure if I got that right, but you know what I mean.) Thank you wiccachica!!! *Pixie scritches you and the troll*

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

[Sassette]

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I’m about to raise a fist into the air and fie upon Xander my uncanny wrath

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Oh, wiccachica, dearest, you slay me - you absolutely slay me. In a really, really good way.



-Sass

[wiccachica]

Who doesn't want a Jungle Adventure Tara of their very own for their birthday??? Raise your hand....



Come with braided or unbraided tresses...

[shootingstar]

*Raises hand*



i don't want one...realises the looks she could well be getting..



I want two One braided hair, one unbraided hair *grin* and not for my birthday 'cos that was less than a month ago and so thats too long to wait for my brithday to come again. Can it be a...um... a May present? I know I'm reaching...

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'I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to kill the thing on the outside'
-Girl, Interrupted.

[LeatherQueen]

Ooh!! A jungle Tara for my very own!? To hug, and hold and... do other things with? Heh... and hey! My birthday's only 2 1/2 months away.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


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

[tkheaven]

Oh my Oh Me OH MY!! What would YOU do for a Klondike Bar...? ok..that had me rolling right after all the wanting of the take-charge jungle-Tara comments...

ok..I'd like to have a seperate order of take-charge-Tara, jungle-Tara (*singing* double your pleasure..), and definitely the wild-haired, leather-clad, in dire need of my booblight Tara.....

*tk can't seem to get away from her own avitar

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"It's amazing, isn't it? A tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out. Took her light away. From me. From the world. Now, the one person who should be here is gone. And a waste like you gets to live." ~ Villians ~ Willow to Warren

[LeatherQueen]

tk, I don't think ANY of us can get away from your avatar.



*LQ sits mesmerized by the heavenly Amber cleavage...*



And I don't think any of us even WANT to get away from your avatar.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


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

[tkheaven]

I wonder if I can, ya know...somehow ( making leaping gesture with hand) copy myself into one of those frames...hey wiccachica, do those gem thingies really work?..hmmmm, the possibilities.....



Edited to add instant revelation: Hey.....and my birthday's in 2 months...hmmmm...amber boobielicious...yyyeeeeessss...the possibilities indeed...

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"It's amazing, isn't it? A tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out. Took her light away. From me. From the world. Now, the one person who should be here is gone. And a waste like you gets to live." ~ Villians ~ Willow to Warren

Edited by: tkheaven  at: 5/29/02 12:25:52 pm

[LeatherQueen]

Oy... if those gems really did work, I'd be ALL over making myself my very own Tara for Date Night.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


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

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Uhh..Can I just say YEAH!!! A personal of Tara for me for date night...mmmm. Sounds VERY good.



-Aimee

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"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages, said they're unnatural. Gay marriage is unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -Bill Maher

[wiccachica]

You gals are just too cute for......words...



More weird non-tangeant Date Night to come...





-chica