http://muddypetticoats.livejournal.com/ (
muddypetticoats.livejournal.com) wrote in
ways_back_room2004-07-13 06:11 pm
Random stuff - note #3 on the list
1) Everyone involved in the Threadzilla o' DOOM last night, you were phenomenal. My socks are utterly and completely rocked. *worships you all*
2) Specific shoutouts to people Elizabeth spent time with last night:
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watch_wait: I love you and I hate you, all at the same time. You made my skin crawl. Liz may kill Bartleby, but I still like the git.
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mnt_raph: You are Liz's knight in shining shell. She and I both adore you. You are also turning me into a TMNT fangirl. Stop that.
- Also, between Bartleby and Raph, Liz now knows enough profanity to make her family disown her. This both tickles me and scares me.
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pjpettigrew: If I gush anymore, you will float away on a river of squee, and that would just make me sad, as I'd prefer to keep you here. So, I shall just worship you silently. *does so*
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anthy_rosebride: Gabriel was right. You are creepy. You're evil with a veneer of innocence. I admire that. Thanks again for the rose. ;)
3) As mentioned in the shoutouts, last night Anthy gifted Liz with a black rose under the pretext of cheering her up. Of course, being Anthy, the gift wasn't a straightforward one. In Anthy-mun's words:
The black rose -- well, it makes people act out their darkest repressed impulses. Or rather, it lets them, but locking out the conscience and the repression.
I cannot in good conscience let that opportunity slide. So be forewarned that Liz may do some really random stuff, and remember none of it once the rose is destroyed. If this could be handy to anyone's storyline, or people have evil ideas spawned by this, just lemme know.
4) This place isn't crack, sorry.
Crack isn't even half as addictive.
2) Specific shoutouts to people Elizabeth spent time with last night:
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- Also, between Bartleby and Raph, Liz now knows enough profanity to make her family disown her. This both tickles me and scares me.
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3) As mentioned in the shoutouts, last night Anthy gifted Liz with a black rose under the pretext of cheering her up. Of course, being Anthy, the gift wasn't a straightforward one. In Anthy-mun's words:
The black rose -- well, it makes people act out their darkest repressed impulses. Or rather, it lets them, but locking out the conscience and the repression.
I cannot in good conscience let that opportunity slide. So be forewarned that Liz may do some really random stuff, and remember none of it once the rose is destroyed. If this could be handy to anyone's storyline, or people have evil ideas spawned by this, just lemme know.
4) This place isn't crack, sorry.
Crack isn't even half as addictive.

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*flees*
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You forget my mighty kung-fu! And all my mighty kung-fu toys!
(that's up to you entirely. In fact, I'm gonna leave that up to you entirely. Why? Because I'm a lazy bastard, that's why.)
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You forget my mighty roll of duct tape! And it's all your fault that I have it!
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Get typing.
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Wait...what are we doing again?
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You suck. Really. I hope you realize that. We're wrapping up the video/duct tape thread. Dur.
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In fact, as a token of my good will... *untapes you from wall* Just make that post eventually, so I can archive the conversation with those links, and get it out of my inbox.
*reads link, swoons* My hero. *mwah*
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I'll see what I can do about getting that post done tonight. I have a feeling I might be a bit busy.
It's not good to sucker punch an angel....is it?
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I would imagine not, no. Shall I bring in Liz at some point to yell at you both, or are you all right?
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If he lets raph walk away, then he's gonna owe milliways some furniture.
if he doesn't...then Bart'll owe Splinter a new son.
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I'm trotting Liz downstairs in a few minutes. She's been hiding upstairs all day. If it gets nasty, she's heading in there.
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Except for the aformention furniture ... gotta get me some furniture.
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