FIC: The Late Shift

[bulldog tidnab]

hmmm.. naked conga line? now i know what to do at my next party! woo hoo!

Il est dit, elle me tient.

[mollyig]

Grey rainy Monday morning, and I'm sitting here giggling! Thanks muchly!

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

[Owl]

gah! inane double post! noooooooo!

Edited by: Owl at: 5/13/02 9:37:59 am

[Owl]

Ah, Chica....

As usual, I am in awe of your shiftiness....

Looking forward to understanding what the frilly heck is going on again, once Tara gets 'round to explaining. That would brighten up my rainy monday afternoon tremendously. Hope you're feeling better... and, uh...

tomorrow?

it's your birthday. hmmm.... what to get the chica that has everything.... the avatar, the lapful o' sass... the scritching..... the woncubines..... hmmmmm....

[LeatherQueen]

Bumpity bump just to say,



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHICA!



Wishing you many hugs and puppies. And to show my appreciation, I'll continue my full-body scritching - this time, I'll do your front side.



Ahem... anyhoo, I'm sending many Happy Birthday thoughts your way. Happy thoughts. Cake and ice cream-type thoughts.



heh... and ok, a few naughty thoughts, too. But hey! It's your birthday. Live large.

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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

[Sassette]

Muchly with the happiness of the birthday upon you, dear wiccachica!



*sings 'Happy Birthday' loudly and off-key*



-Sass

[Owl]

Ah. So, it's me again wiccachica, sending you a happy birthday, Owl style, which means, late. (the fun part of this is that you get to have your birthday celebrated over several days, which makes it longer.) anyway, late shift, late birthday....everything's happy.

So, I tried to develop some skills for this occasion, but sadly, I have none. Well, no techno computer skills, anyway. So I want you to imagine that I am giving you your very own Late shift avatars, screensavers and computer games featuring the late shift cast and, of course, the woncubines, with music specially provided by CarniVal. (They do a mean bunch of Prince covers, let me tell you.) I'm especially proud of the sims-type game thingie where multiple willows and taras wander around happily. Oh, and the Danger swimsuit calendar. (even though you can't see him very well because of the moonlight and all) I thought about making chocolate molds of various characters for you, but they'd probably just become animate knowing you.



Right. So, I hope it was delightful, in any case. Would that I could make you something worthy of your infinite scritchableness (which is being so cleverly demonstrated by LeatherQueen)... I think I'll just go have a spin on the revolving bed now.... whheeeee!

[wiccachica]

(wipes an emotional tear from her brown eyes...)



Thank you so much for the wonderful birthday wishes!!!! They made my day when I woke up with a big hairy hangover and read the posts!!!



Now...let's see if I can nudge the troll nicely for an update soon. What do you think???



(looking for the troll...)



Here trollie trollie!





-chica

[jdcioffi]

Tommy, can you hear me?



Dude, this is great. I love how, just as they think they are getting past something, they get sucked into another.



This fic could go on for months, years ... centuries .. and no one would complain. (Well, maybe the troll ... )



JD

"I smell the smelly smell of something that smells smelly!" (SpongeBob Squarepants)

[tkheaven]

I know it's late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY WICCA!!

I wasn't around for the past couple of days due to much heavy usage of the Kleenex tissue. The show's so damn depressing. I like it here in Pens...Willow and Tara are always here.



Thanx on the avatar comment, I've lost myself while putting it together. I put this one together, looking for my fav lil' pic of Amber and being all *sniff* colorful and pretty, she's so beautiful *sniff*sniff* Oh God quick Wicca, I need an update so I can keep my mind on W/T goodness instead of those Mutant freaks.....

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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

[Owl]

Wiccachica-

good golly, that must be some mean hangover. which is, y'know, perfectly normal for a troll... I once knew a troll who had a hangover for an entire year. But for a human....

I gotta say it.

That's just not healthy. Maybe you shouldn't let the troll take you drinking anymore? I mean, just a little of that Trollichnaya vodka, and you're done for....

Anyway, I hope that all is well with your new job, and, uh, what's a buncha woncubines gotta do to get an update around here?

[Soraidh]

*hangs head in shame*



Okay, so I got a teeny tiny bit caught up in my real life stuff and stopped reading this for a while. Then I get time, come back, and you've moved boards!



Imagine my surprise when I check in on the page I left off on and get totally lost! I thought I'd lost the whole fic until I finally figured out you have to change the start and stop range numbers to get it all! I got caught up with where I left off and now have a whole 24 pages of wonderful mayhem and Trollishiousness to look forward to! I'm going to go exclamation crazy because of it!!!!!



Soraidh

*who used to be HerGirl on the old board*

Tara: Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now? ~ Entropy
"Me Crazy? I'M not the one driving around in a frickin' Twinkie! Ho Ho's get more mileage. Everyone knows that. It's the chocolate casing...makes them more aerodynamic..." Tara from "The Late Shift" by WiccaChica

[LeatherQueen]

Yes, I echo Owl in exclaiming what's a poor lonely woncubine have to do to see a glimpse of our chica? Perhaps another full-body scritching? I'll use my teeth instead of my hands this time... is that enough of an incentive?

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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]

Tremble!



Prepare!



A shift of the most WONKY proportions will soon light down upon this thread....





Light down like an anvil from heck...and we all know about heck...



The troll hath awakened!



Prepare to be Shifted!





(coming soon to a thread near you)

[Owl]

Woooo frickin' Hoooooooo!

I AM trembling! with antici- pation.





Safely buckled in, with my seat in upright position, all bags and tray tables stowed...... ready for shifting....

[tkheaven]

*tkheaven gets ready...

disco-bed strapped - check

cuddly stuffed Tarebear - check

AmberAvitar for slight distraction - check

*tk looks around her, the protection circle drawn in case she bursts free from the strap with laughter and knocks over an innocent kitty - check

hmm, am I missing anything? oh, more Godiva coffee upon returning to kitty Island - mental check





Bring It On BABY

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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]

Oh yeah!! Woo-freakin'-hoo! Chica's back!!



Ok... I'm all trembly with anticipation here... people are going to start wondering about why I'm squirming in my chair so much.

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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]

WOO HOO!!! I'm prepared to be shifted! Can't wait..



Oh, I loved that little part at the end, by the way.. Coming to a Thread Near You.



-Aimee

*****
"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

[Sassette]

This makes me happy in ways I dare not describe.



-Sass

[AutumnT]

I'd like to hear you describe it though Sass.



In detail.

Autumn

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Well, the reindeer part was nice...

[Sassette]

Let's just say the little propeller on my hat is spinning out of control ...



Oh, wait ... you wanted >detail


*cough* Ummm ... I dare not.



-Sass

[Soraidh]

Yes! I caught up! and let me just say that you rock WiccaChica! I'm dying for more updates here. I'm packing to move and this has made my day so much more fun.



I'm not on my way to see if I can find Sassette's fic that everyone keeps mentioning. The avatar got me all aflutter.



Soraidh

Tara: Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now? ~ Entropy

"He's the one driving around in a Twinkie. Everyone knows HoHos are get better mileage. It's the chocolate casing. Makes them more aerodynamic. ~ "The Late Shift" by WiccaChica

[Pixie gishmock]

I am so prepared to be shifted!!!! Welcome back wiccachica!

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]

The troll has told me that this weekend will be the first update since his...heh heh...hangover drama...



I've asked him to pack it full of pent up trolly weirdness... and he says you should put your confusion caps on cuz this is gonna be a wild ride....full of quantym fizics (the fizzy kind) and multi-dimensional hijinks....



"Tremble!"



Personally he wont let me read it so I can't tell if he's just pumping it up with Troll Advertising to raise the woncubine veiwer quota....



we'll see...



hugs!





-chica

[mollyig]

Yay!



Molly goes off to find her confusion cap!

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

[tiyodragon]

Allrigghhht!!!!



Bring on the room full of W/T!!!!



I can't think of anything better.....than many!!



tiyodragon

[LeatherQueen]

Oh, happy, happy day.



And in celebration of this happy occasion, I have decided to re-read this whole thing. From the beginning. I know... daunting task. But I'm always up to a challenge.



So good to have you back, chica... you know your woncubines are always at your beck and call.



"beck beck beck..."



edited to add:

And by the way, in order to make this fic easier for me to read due to the extreme longness of the first page, I've copied the WHOLE fic into word, and found out that at Arial 11 font, this story is currently 348 pages long. Wow.

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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

Edited by: LeatherQueen at: 5/24/02 4:38:54 pm

[wiccachica]

348? Wow...who wrote this thing? Are they ever goign to just stop and do something else??? Geesh!



But wow that you are reading it from the beginning...it's like...a book almost...



See if you can find the loose end that was still left out there...it is going to come back to haunt them later...I'm not sure how...but it will... (hint...it's somewhere around the Fair portion of the tale...)



So this is a little warm up to the weirdness...I think...I just had to let the troll find his voice again since he hasn't been wirting for a while...



He hates the fact that I've been working so hard...it leaves no time for play... but I'll try to fix that...eh?



So here we go...



Chapter 161: We Last Left Our Heroes in a World of Trouble…well…actually…a couple of worlds…of…. Not-So-Much Trouble…. as Peculiar Circumstance…



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…





I suppose one would say I am not the kind of man who stands around waiting for answers, but in this particular case...I’m willing to give a little listen before storming off into a world that can’t see me… and I can’t bite…or touch… or exist in…



Just call me Joe Reasonable.



And around me…a hodge-podge of half-awake Scoobies and Uber Scoobies…at least the ones I can see.



The Original Red is currently coming to like a prizefighter that somehow LOST the prize.



And count them…THREE Taras… a Xander, one Little Bit, a single Anya …and one Danger…who is still snoring on the floor of the crypt with his snack-sized puppy curled up on his chest…



“ What’s going on…? What’s happening?” Red says…pushing herself up and propping her hands behind her… for the moment…completely unaware that she is barely wearing enough cotton to cover a swab.



I thing the potentially world-destroying YOU just did something monumentally stupid, Red.



Is what I think.



But I say:



“ Don’t panic.” And Red blinks at me dumbly then looks around…almost seeming disappointed that this was not all one big unfortunate dream and she wasn’t waking up snuggled next to her Blonde Ambition in a big cozy bed somewhere.



She looks around the room… taking in the oddly subdued scene… a crypt full of people sitting quietly…waiting for …something…to happen.



But what catches her attention the most is the bit in the corner…Blondie…the REAL Blondie…and Silly-Time Willow are off to the side…discussing something very intently…There heads are very close together, but not touching…. and Blondie’s back is to us…



I have to give Red some credit…even waking up cold, wet, and buck in a crypt full of people…and disoriented to all hell…I watch a flush rise to her cheeks … and her lips purse into a thin line…



The Redheaded witch is…jealous…



For all she knows the world has come to an untimely end…and still she’s got those green eyes fixed on her girlfriend and the Willow they’ve been calling Pippa.



As much as I’d LOVE to see a brawl to the finish between two Willows…I am much more interested in getting myself back to normal, and now that we are all basically awake…Blondie can explain it to us…



So I diffuse the moment with a clearing of the throat, and Tara turns from her intense chat with Pippa and catches sight of Red on the floor.



Sometimes I wonder if that blonde witch isn’t half-vampire…the way she moves from any spot in the known world…to Red so fast even I barely catch it.



“ You’re Awake!!!…honey…are you hurt? Did you hit your head? Are you okay???” She flutters about the redhead like a butterfly near a particularly dangerous flora… “ Spike…check her head…see if she has any…knots…or a fever…”



“ I’m dead…EVERYONE has a bloody fever to me…” I mutter…but move to put my hands in Red’s hair… to feel for bumps…



She shakes me off and looks incredulous and suspicious in one…a feat I have not seen on one face in all of my life…as well as the un-life portions….



“ Wha…wha…WHY are you having HIM touch me??? Why aren’t YOU TOUCHING ME, TARA???” Her voice gets this funny little high-pitched quality to it when she is coming close to a moment of panic. Any other time…I might have giggled fiendishly at the sound…but I refrain myself…don’t ask me why…



She looks around again…trying to gage the answer in the faces of the people around her. Nothing is given to her.



“ I…I can’t touch you, honey….” Tara tries to explain…not wanting to send her currently close-to- delirium girlfriend over the edge with the wrong word. “ But we’re working on it…we’re trying to figure out what’s going on…”



“ You can’t touch me? Can I touch you???” Willow says hopefully…



This IS Sunnydale…such ideas are not beyond the realm of the imagination I suppose…I give her points for the attempt…



But Blondie shakes her head…staying just beyond Red’s reach…knowing it would be a trip to the land of Nod for Red if she tried to reach out…and put a hand right through her lover…



“We CAN’T touch one another?” Red asks again…looking for clarification…and unsuccessfully staving off a fresh wave of panic.



“ But we will.” Blondie nods tearfully…trying to smile…trying to instill encouragement.



I can see Red shutting down…I think even before Blondie catches it. The flush that had graced her features seems to slip into the background as a sickly shade of ashen takes over.



“ But tomorrow is DATE NIGHT.” Red says…her eyes glassy as she contemplates a Date Night without the ability to touch Blondie…she stares past us…to the wall of the crypt…to the cemetery beyond…and possibly into infinity…



Yes…the balance of the world has been cock-eyed, and the plains of existence skewed beyond recognition or repair…and the most important thing falls again to the perpetuation of Date Night….



Well at least we have our priorities straight.



Ladies and Gentlemen…our Dear Red has gone bye-bye, I believe…



I watch as Pippa points an overly-enthusiastic finger at Willow.



“ YOU are preaching to the choir, Sister…” She says.



TBC…

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


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


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Great update, chica!! Very happy to see the troll sending updates our way again..



But there is a definite need for the ability to touch one another again..Willow is right, tomorrow is Date Night!



I will eagerly await more..



-Aimee

*****
"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

[LeatherQueen]

First off, wonderful update!! YAY! But poor Willow, finally going off the deep end... and doing it in her underwear.



And a loose end, you say? Somewhere around the Fair portion... the carnival? Hm. Well in my re-reading frenzy, I am currently right in the middle of the carnival part. So I shall endeavor to keep a wary eye out for this wandering loose end... see if I can find it.



Oh wait... I just thought of something. Could it be a certain someone who helped them in return for a favor later on?



Hm.

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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