FIC: The Late Shift

[Sassette]

Okay, the Previously on The Late Shift stuff >cracked< me up! *G* This fic is so very worth reading over and over, with its wonky swerviness and curiously compelling strangeness.



I love it. I love you.



Yay.



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[wiccachica]

*blushes profusely*



Awww......Sass...you know how to make a shy gal make embarrassed circles in the sand with her toes...



(But I didn't happen to hear that you were trashing LA on your thread hmm??? This LA kitten is hurt....just....hurt....and I may have to go see the Amber play just to feel better...cuz...oh yeah....she's in LA isn't she???)



(wink)



JK....Much love back atcha, Sassarina...



p.s. ( Is it just my imagination or next to Spike...is Tara the most frequently "unclothed" person on the show...? I may be wrong...) Chica's random observation of the day

" 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

[Sassette]

Heh. It's a gift *G*



And yes and no - about the "trashing LA" thing. I love the people in LA. I love the places in LA. But Holy Bejeebus! Your freeways are just TERRIBLE. I have LA Freeway Fear. But your mockery regarding Amber being In LA cannot phase me, for I shall be facing my LA Freeway Fear like a good little monkey and driving up to see said play this evening. Because I'm insane like that.



And yes ... Tara is frequently "Apparel Challenged" (that's the preferred PC term, btw). What I love, personally, is how often in fics Tara is both Totally Nekkid AND in Mortal Peril *G*



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[wiccachica]

I admit the traumatic experience that is the FREEWAY (though the term "free" in that wrd never quite sat well with me bacause the idea of burning away gas...and the TRAPPED feeling one gets while there never quite instituted free to me...)



I am a master of the side streets...and get where I'm going in record time here in the land of the Los(t)



Though I still miss the delicate traffic of Santa Barbara...



Good luck on the freeways...My Driving Luck Dragon be with you....



And "apparel challenged"...hee hee... I like that...



More Shifting to come this weekend...as soon as the troll figures out what to write....



-chica

" 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]

Yes, well, let me worry about slippage. And leather seats will get you everywhere.



Love the update... almost nothing better than sheet-clad Tara. And it's hard to remember that we're actually still in Tara's remembering and that the action is all past-tense. Heh... You weave a wonderful story that I hope will never end, chica.



As for all you LA people who get to go and see Amber... *sigh* I have major envy... see me here? This is my jealous face. And what burns my bum even more is that THIS weekend is the start of SLA which HAPPENS to be taking place in LA and if I had gone, I could have slipped away to see Amber. But nooooooooo, I'm stuck here. In bloody 1000 degree Texas, while one of our OTHER librarians gets to be in LA. It's just so not fair, I tell you. So I will flounce off in huff and stomp my feet, just like Dawnie.

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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

[jomarch]

I keep having to catch up with this fic and I love every minute of it. I love the fact that it is not ending and everytime I come back from a trip I have to read all the new chapters and then read the old ones again just to refresh my memory.



The fact that I keep having to stop and pick myself up off the floor due to all the laughing makes it a long and thoroughly enjoyable process.

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You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; It will not let you fall

And Death shall have no Dominion

[zero]

The "Stephen King version of the Happy Little Tug Boat."

tee hee! this fic is just so tres amusing!

"Spatulas are for wimps!" -Dawn

[wiccachica]

You know...I just thought I'd put something random in the subject area...something to get a little attention...



Truth is...I'm hardcore on the espresso and it has affected the writing... I'm going to have to say one of the new espresso trolls hired after the first of the month, wrote this one...I think he's overpaid...but my troll has the big bucks...and he has made it abundantly clear that this is HIS fic...and I'm just along for the proverbial ride....



LeatherQueen...sorry you couldn't get out here to see AB...that stinks for you dear...shall I make you some tea? Maybe a brandy? Maybe brandied tea? And the leather seats are the best thing about the car...chocolate brown exterior with a dark fawn leather interior... slippage is optional (wipes eye) I'm sorry...when I think about it...I get all emotional.....



Jomarch...That I make you roll on the floor makes me happy...it makes me watch too...because there's something about a kitten on the floor...rolling around that is a bit like....entrancing.....



Zero...I like your name BTW...and I'm glad to hear you think I am Tres amusing...it's much better than being bleh amusing....(I'm letting my espresso talk for me....forgive me, please....)



Okay...like I said...blame the Espresso Overly Romantic troll for this...he is currently sitting on the veranda with a steaming cup the size of a thimble (pinky up) and his little troll legs crossed...



Personally I think he might be a little (gay)...



Chapter 173: Mixolydian del Mar



Perfection.



It seems like a word thrown around these days…used at the drop of the hat…like promises…or sentiments…



What is perfection?



What small, unseeming “imperfections” must congress in order to create it?



I believe we all have our own definitions.



Perfection is what you make of it, and we have to find it on our own…



Mine?



Well….mine lie in the greater pleasures…



The shape of her green eyes.



The gentle slope where her shoulder falls to her back when she sleeps.



The sound of her laughter…the rich, round tones of her joy….



But above all….the sound of my name when she says it…



It is never spoken without meaning…never futile….



In a question…in a sentence about the most mundane things…she manages to say my name in such a way…that even now….even as the first cold drops of rain begin to patter on the deck around us….



She says my name and leans against me…and everything …all of this…seems trivial.



Us…standing flush together in stark white sheets. Me shivering from the sudden drop in the temperature around us…and she probably from some gruesome images dredged up from some blockbuster film involving a boat…and the unfortunate people-slash-victims on the boat….



The wind picks up again…and the boat drops on the wake of a wave below us.



I feel Willow stiffen against me.



I close my eyes…searching again for perfection in a crazy moment like this. A moment that no normal human being could possibly find any solace in.



A droplet of chilly water strikes my cheek and spatters water across my eyelash…making me blink.



“ Tara…” Willow says against me…” You know how to drive the boat back home…right?”



[Don’t lie to her…whatever you do…tell her the truth, come what may…]



In the distance I hear the grumble of thunder…



[Whatever you say to her…you know she will be able to handle it…]



Okay Honey….we are lost at sea…with a storm brewing…and not an iota of boating savvy between the two of us…we are basically screwed…but on a lighter note… I do really think you look great in that sheet…and there’s even a bright side…in about ten minutes that storm is going to be right over us, and both of us are going to be standing in doused white sheets…I KNOW I won’t be complaining…



Is what I probably should say…



“ Yes Honey…everything is going to be fine…” I say. And then I steal a little bit of perfection in this instant…the only kind I can steal…



I press my lips to hers…ignoring the renewed intensity of the rain as it picks up its tempo against the deck.



“ Tara…” Willow murmurs against my lips.



I close my eyes again…trying to remain in this place where nothing could possibly go wrong…



“ Hmm?” I say…ignoring the thunder…and the third violent dip of the boat on the next storm enhanced wave….



“ Don’t lie to me…. we’re in trouble…aren’t we…?”



Well trouble is really a state of mind than anything else…I mean…who is really to say what TROUBLE is…right???



“ Okay….I don’t know how to get us back home…and there is a nasty-looking storm coming this way…” I say…trying to sound casual.



And I suddenly realize than nothing before this has actually been panic on Willow’s part…she had been holding herself together for this one moment…



I know this because she pulls me even tighter to her and begins to laugh…



And not the kind of laugh that instills joy in its listener…the kind of mirthless laugh that raises Goosebumps on my arms and neck and shakes us both...



At least I think…



Because usually…. this is the kind that deteriorates quickly into sobs on most occasions such as this…



But she keeps on laughing… not sobbing…



“ What’s so funny?” I say…trying to keep it light…trying to lean in to see her face…to see what the cosmic joke is…



“ Do you realize that even with the Boat…and even with the Tempest Redux….this has still been the most perfect Date Night in Date Night history?”



And a few moments pass…and I let a clap of thunder pass before I too…start to see the humor in her statement….



The most Perfect Date Night…if we survive it….That’s not so bad…



And despite my hesitation to fall into such panic myself…I too begin to laugh with her...



At least until the first icy-cold wave makes its way over the portside of the boat…. and washes around our ankles.



Our laughter hiccups to a n abrupt stop and we stand still in each other’s arms.



Oh…just…. PERFECT….



TBC….

" 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]

And once again, the story just gets weirder. And that's just the charm of this story.

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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

[Grimaldi]

very weird, very funny loved the last two updates

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

Dude, we're surrounded by perverts!

Worm, are you ready to die in the cleansing apocalypse?

[mollyig]

Of course Willow, the veteran Scooby, would find something good about the situation they are in. A Perfect Date Night. Soon to be awash in a perfect storm!



I adore The Late Shift. Gives me my giggle fix!

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

[zero]

wiccachica, I'm glad you like my name. It was really easy to come up with because I have the imagination of a housebrick.

And being 'tres' (which would look less like a word I made up if i could do the little accent thingy) amusing is not necessarily better than being 'bleh' amusing. I mean, bleh is a pretty funny word in itself. (I'm letting my lack of espresso talk for me....forgive me, please....)



so in conclusion, I like this story. The end.

"Spatulas are for wimps!" -Dawn

[wiccachica]

Okay...after the longest commercial break in history...we resme our story with our two heroines stuck out at sea...on a boat...when they should really be in the REAL world...trying to figure out a way to fix the whole CURRENT problem...



But linear writing is for the weak...or at least the sane....



And thanks to Sass for her Big ol Ball of Weirdness (tm) The troll bows to you...



Chapter 174: Marina Burana



The best thing I can say about Southern California storms is that they have the staying power of a child on the floor in the toy aisle of your local grocery store.



One minute it’s on the shiny linoleum floor…roiling and red-faced…screaming at the top of its lungs…and almost minutes later… it is sniveling…wiping at a leaky nose…and moving on to the candy aisle where the next scheduled tantrum is to take place.



Of course, after the first wave of briny water that washed up onto the deck…both of us were hauling butt downstairs to the room below to cling to each other and wait out the fierce…yet oddly short-lived storm system that swept over our small craft.



The entire time…even though I was completely aware of Tara holding me tightly to her on the floor of the “State Room” in a highly revealing bed sheet and dark-gold braids….I was humming the chorus of Carmina Burana…



Note to all: Humming the chorus of Carmina Burana is not at all calming to one’s self or those clinging to the hummer in fear for their lives. In fact…humming the song used the single most in soundtracks for horror movies and death scenes is a real mood-killer….even when you think you are about to die….end note.



“ Will….” Tara mumbles into my hair as I beat into another painfully cheerful round of “‘O Fortuna”.



O Fortuna…..



“ Hmm?”



“ Okay…the Dracula music is freaking me….could you…..not…”



“ Oh…yeah…sorry…” I say….and cling to her even harder.



“ …Stopped…” Tara says finally.



“ I did. I stopped…” I say defensively.



“ No…no….the boat….it…. stopped rocking…do you feel that? The storm…it’s gone….”



We slowly pull back from each other to find that the boat has indeed stopped it maniacal tilts and dips….in fact….



I push myself to my feet and put out a hand to help Tara up.



In fact…the boat has kinda stopped…MOVING all together….



“ That was quick…” Tara says…sounding almost disappointed in the storm…even as we both walk gingerly to the door an listen.



“Remind me to tell you a little story about a gift horse…and NOT looking it in the mouth, Sweetie.” I say…pressing my ear to the door.



Tara presses her ear to the door also and we look at each other as we listen for sounds of a torrent above.



She blinks at me….and then shrugs.



I don’t hear anything…. Her expression says.



I put my hand on the knob…using my other to keep my sheet around me.



She put her own free hand down on mine.



“ I-I should go.” She says.



Okay, Willow you coward…you are sooo thinking that is a GOOD idea….



“ No…we b-both should go….to…gether….” I say…my voice cracking on each syllable….my inner prepubescent boy showing his true colors…



We both open the door…the stairs are dripping with ocean water…and the second door at the top of the stairs has been set open again by the storm….beyond that…the twinkling of stars in a fantastically clear sky.



“ It’s over…” I breathe…climbing the stairs with her…two at a time…thankful to be alive…thankful to be ABLE to climb steps and burst out onto a slippery wet deck…and then skid to a halt…as the boat keels under me and lists violently to the left.



That’s it ladies and gentlemen…it’s the end of me…here I am at the very last minutes of my life… staggering overboard…bumping my hip against the rail…and tipping head over heels into the vast ocean… wow…I never thought it would end like this…I mean I was really looking forward to the idea that if I was going to die young…it was going to back there…in bed with Tara…and here I am…the last seconds of my life…okay…probably milliseconds now….babbling….I’m spending the last infinitesimal millisecond of my life babbling…how fitting is THAT???



“Willow??? Are you all right? Honey? Are you hurt?” Tara shouts from somewhere above me…



I should have known that she would be in heaven when I got there…I mean…what would heaven be with Tara there….and if this were …well…the other place….she’d be there too…laying stark and alluring on a bid red-revolving bed and I would be unable to take off my shirt…yeah…my shirt…or my jeans…the more I think about it…it would seem fitting that I would have evil 501’s that never stopped having buttons to unbutton…THAT would be Hell….



“ Willow…open your eyes! Are you all right? Honey???” I feel a cold wet hand touch my cheek…



I blink and open my eyes fully to look up into Tara’s worried gaze.



“ You fell overboard.” She says…looking relieved to see me blinking dumbly up at her.



I fell overboard…no kidding….then what am I doing alive? Not that I’m complaining…



She kneels beside me…and it is only now that I realize that I am cold…and wet…and my hip hurts something terrible…



And that puts me in the category of the definitely living and miserable….



I blink again…and look past her…at the leaning boat a few yards away… and then down at the wet sand around us…



Sand….sand….Boats don’t float on sand…and YES I go to college…of COURSE boats don’t float on sand….



I fell overboard and onto…



An uncharted desert isle….with Gilligan…the Skipper too….the Millionaire…and his wiiiife….



“ Where are we?” I say…sitting up slowly on my own accord…and wincing at the pain in my hip…



“ I’m not sure…but I think it’s one of those animal reserve islands…just off the coast…” She says… pointing to the funny little lines of hoof prints on the sand nearby. Like a crowd of farm animals had just been taking a romantic romp on the beach before a huge yacht made an appearance and scared them all away…



She helps me to my feet…and preens over me as I limp out of the shallow water….The hip pain is a little better once I start to walk it off…but it is going to be quite a bruise.



A fricken comedy of errors…that’s what this Date Night has been…



“ What makes you think it’s a Reserve and not an island filled with tiny little cloven-hoofed cannibals the way our night has been going?”



Tara laughs…the first time I’ve heard her laugh in hours…and I grin at her with what I’m sure is a goofy smirk…



“ Well at least we are only lost now…and not adrift...” She says…chuckling and looking around for a place for us to sit down and plan our next move.



“ Ah yes….there’s my girl…always seeing the silver lining in the treacherous storm cloud.” I say…plopping down into the dry and pleasantly warm sand near a frilly tree and watching her follow suit. She reaches out and adjusts my wet sheet around my legs…



“ I’ll climb back into the boat in a few minutes and get our clothes.” She says.



I peel off my sheet and lay it out beside me to dry in the mild breeze.



“ Why bother?” I say with a wink.



Ah…the episode where Ginger meets the wild Island Jungle Girl. The episode that never made it into syndication…



O’ Fortuna….



TBC…

" 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

[DarkWiccan]

LOL! right on!



Wiccachica, you rock. Oh, I told Charro about your story, she thought it was great!



She hasn't read it yet though... i think she'd probably just get confused. She is not really familiar with "Buffy" or it's characters... but she thought it was funny that you were paying homage to her and the Julie character. She even said, "Choo know.. I'd always wondered why people thought that. Eev-een back in the seventies. Funny, funny."



She then became distracted and started talking a mile a minute to my dad.



It happens.



Cheers

DarkWiccan

"Promise me you'll never be linear." "On my trout."

[Sassette]

Ahhh, wiccachica ... the love I bear thee just increases exponentially at every mention of Carmina Burana. And I think to myself ... can she possibly keep this up? Can every single update be laugh-out-loud funny? The answer is, Heck Yes.



Needless to say, I loved it. But I'll say it anyway.



I loved it.



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[LeatherQueen]

chica, your troll has once again amazed me. How much more bizarre can the Perfect Date Night get, I ask you...



And the Evil 501s that had never-ending buttons had me rolling...

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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

[Bicola]

This latest update just makes me wanna shout "I wanna have sex on the beach, come on everybody.Sex on the beach."



Oh how i wish i were a nearby palm tree.*sigh*



*Bicola*

Don't look at me, I have nothing funny to say

[Grimaldi]

very funny update

Dude, we're surrounded by perverts!

Worm, are you ready to die in the cleansing apocalypse?

[Pixie gishmock]

Oh God. My poor, weak linear mind is agape and agog at your wonderful, splendiferous, roll-on-the-floor-and-leave-my-ass-there hysterical chica-ness. The Gilligan's Island episode that never got aired! Is it in some closet somewhere? Will it show up on some Nick At Nite marathon? I can't believe that this is still The Perfect Date Night, but I'm sure that once we get through it I will be convinced that nothing else could ever be as perfect.

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]

Heh ... I don't care what else happens ... any Date Night that involves Tara in the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-oh-my-heck-she's-so-hot-bikini is perfect in my book *G* I bet Willow agrees with me *G*



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[Pixie gishmock]

Excellent point, Sass. I stand corrected.



Edited to add: I have Sassy Eggs!!!!! when did that happen?! Woo hoo!!! *Pixie tries out a jiggle* heh....couldn't help myself.

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

Edited by: Pixie gishmock at: 6/16/02 7:18:11 pm

[zero]

Evil 501's *shudder*

The horror...the horror!

"Spatulas are for wimps!" -Dawn

[mollyig]

Yeah, the evil jeans line was so funny.



Why do I get the feeling that things are going to get even weirder on this mystery island? Oh yeah, 'cause its The Late Shift!

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

[tkheaven]

WooHooo!! LOL that was hilarious! the horror of the evil 501's as soon as I saw Carmina Burana mentioned i started humming it along with Willow lol

Quote:

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Why do I get the feeling that things are going to get even weirder on this mystery island? Oh yeah, 'cause its The Late Shift!

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Let's not forget that it's the Perfect Date Night with our girls so yeah, things will get even weirder...but hey with the weird comes moments of the hotness of those two doofies *gigggle* and great dialogue...

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Tara was similarly riveted, her body on slow burn as Willow's lips parted and her mouth opened, the food slipping inside and being consumed. Never in her life had Tara ever wanted to be a chicken casserole so badly...Later that night..."It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured, before passing out. ~ Answering Darkness by Sassette

[tkheaven]

*tk enters the thread cautiously...HELLO HEllo Hello hello...ANYBODY HOME HOme Home home

Where'd everybody go? I was kinda hoping on bumping into bikini-tara visuals here or even bedsheet-tara...

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Tara was similarly riveted, her body on slow burn as Willow's lips parted and her mouth opened, the food slipping inside and being consumed. Never in her life had Tara ever wanted to be a chicken casserole so badly...Later that night..."It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured, before passing out. ~ Answering Darkness by Sassette

[WillowyTara]

um...what happened? did everyone die of laughter? im suffering from withdrawal of shift.

All I know is that I know nothing - Socrates


T: I am, you know...
W:What?
T:Yours...

*Under their spell*


Whoever wrote the Book of Love had Willow and Tara in mind.

[wiccachica]

I am sneaking this in here...a whole day of vacation for the troll to play with...whatever shall he do?



we shall see...



an island of...oh...say....WHAT???



Prepare to be shifted....bright and early tomorrow morning...



and Sass....I am showing you mine....



(wink)



Chapter 175: The Mysterious Mystery of Mystery Island…or as Some like to Call It…Last SEASON on the Late Shift…



“ I brought us some sheets to sit on…and some clothes I had…you know…in the overnight bag. The ones we…took off got wet on the floor…when we were…opening the door…and I had these…you know…extra…” Tara says, turning an unusual shade of crimson as she drops to her knees beside me in the sand.



Tara Babble. My favorite pastime…okay…one of two of my favorite pastimes…is trying to decipher the intrinsically deep meanings behind her babble….unlike my own fully coherent and baldfacedly meaningful babble…heh.



Okay…adding to the pastime list here…a few minutes ago I had watched her climb…like a lithe, mostly-naked jungle cat, up the side of the marooned boat and disappear inside.



Ah…Tara Maclay…my sexy little hunter-gatherer…



Now I rummage through the overnight bag she’s confiscated from the boat….and then crane my head up to look from the depths of the bag to her pleading blue eyes.



Don’t say anything…just put them on…just wear something in there and don’t mock, me sweetie… That look says.



And we all know I would never mock the dirty mind of the one I love…nope…not me…never…NE-VER….



“ You were going to have me wear this?” I drawl… I marvel openly at her utter audacity…and feel my own cheeks redden. “ This is what you want to see me in???” I say…trying to catch her eyes…



“ I was hoping that everything would go off as planned and then…well…” I watch her redden even more and drop her eyes down to the bag again. “ Then I hoped everything would…uhm…. come off….as…planned…”



I look back down at the bag again.



“Oh….I…see…” I pull out the first of three outfits and dangle it in front of me. I lift it higher so she can see what she has brought me…what she already KNOWS she has brought me. “ I guess this looks like the warmest of them.” I say with a smirk her way. She is still blushing profusely.



On a boat in the middle of the ocean, this outfit would have been appropriate evening/bedroom attire…on the shore of some unknown island…it was just downright….kinky…



And by golly if you are EVER going to let her live this one down, Rosenberg



I stand up and slip into the “clothing” she had brought for me. Perfect fit. I’m left to wonder where in the world she had found this one in my exact size.



Meanwhile she was rummaging in the bag for her own clothing



Too bad there isn’t a mirror around when you need one?



What do you think?” I ask, standing up fully to model my clothing. My clothes jingle mirthfully and glitter in the moonlight.



Tara is blinking at me…and I am suddenly a little nervous…



What? Does it make me look fat? Is it not what she expected it to be?



I hold my breath.



Even so…my outfit tinkles in the cool breeze that had come on shore.



A little too cool…



if you know what I mean…



I cross my arms over my chest, and wait for her to say something…anything….so we can get on with the searching for a way off this island (which, by the way, you know has to be the next step in any tale.…instead of waiting for help to come…just tromping off into the dense and unknown woods to find a mythical place of safety…or a warm dry possibility of a ranger station where we MIGHT find a radio that we couldn’t possibly know how to use, or a generator that neither of us can start….



Yes…the search of the island in the dark of night will be one of those infamous leaps of faith we must take to keep the story interesting)



Finally…when I can’t read her expression, and she hasn’t said anything in like…MINUTES…I put a fist to my gold-clad hip, and jingle at her.



“ Damn it! Am I a good Princess Leia, or not???” I surl.

" 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]

Oh, I bow before the troll's genius! And apparently Tara's at putting Willow in that outfit.



So very very good to see you back, chica! Definitely deserving of a 'Welcome Back' scritch.

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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]

Holy. Schnikeys.



No, Niki - you showed me Willow's. And bless you for it, m'dear.



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[DarkWiccan]

Ack.. chokes on soda pop... eep! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL



That... is... BRILLIANT!!!



) )



Cheers

DarkWiccan

"Promise me you'll never be linear." "On my trout."