A new fic annnd MSD updation in the space of 24 hours! :D That's what happens when mother nature rains shit (aka snow) up here. Plus I'm in a big Marcus mood this week :) I think I might even be scaring him. Long story short I'm on a writing rampage.

Thanks to SpaceRoses, Mo, Ithileon, and ColdCaseIsMyLife for beautiful reviews :) Lalalalove youu!

This is a short entry but it's building up to the next one which will be... fun.

Enjoy!


Now I'm a little preturbed.

I know, I know. Strong words, but I think this situation calls for nothing less.

The way Anna had summoned us back to the Mothership you'd think someone was dying. Or at least something interesting was going down. For example, someone stealing her coffee machine. God help us if she ever has to live without THAT. That's one little bit of human innovation that we don't have back home - the mystifying caffeinated wonderment that is coffee.

But no. Not so much as a security breach.

She simply wanted us to get a good night's sleep...because tomorrow we are...baby-sitting .

Actually, Peace Ambassador-sitting. Take the rug-rats on a tour of the ship, show them interesting stuffs, keep them busy, try not to let them fall out a window. Note to self - remind Bernard NOT to open all the windows for cleaning tomorrow. Not that I care if a kid falls out, but lawsuits aren't fun for anyone. I HATE PAPERWORK.

Naturally, we had a few questions for Anna regarding the Peace Ambassador Sitting situation.

Joshua wanted to know if he was allowed to perform medical experiments on aforementioned Peace Ambassadors.

I was curious as to what the purpose of these individuals was, or were they just for 'decorative purposes'? Knowing Anna, I wouldn't be suprised if they were -gulp, shudder - Cougar Bait.

Samuel just wasn't clear on the whole concept, he stated as follows and I quote:

"So...we...sit on the Peace Ambassadors?"

Oh, that fellow is going places. Let's hear it for Samuel, everyone.

Anna walked him through the process again. The only reason he didn't get tail-impaled on the spot was because she was in a grotesquely delightful mood after hours of watching Chad and most likely kissing her poster.

Hmmm... Chad Fetish = Happy Anna = The Rest Of Us Keep Our Skins. I think I could get used to that.

Joshua asked if he could at least skin one kid to see what they looked like on the inside. Or use them to test out his new Scours. Or multicoloured immolation pills.

That gave me an idea. We need some crash-test dummies for a new shuttle design. I inquired as such.

When our requests were denied, I managed to suck it up like a man but Joshua adopted an extremely whiney tone and asked if he could at least stick needles in them. Anna suddenly looked interested and asked if she could see him in her office. Hmmmm...

This was suspicious. I shared that thought with Samuel. Knowing Anna, she was formulating some big freaky plan that I won't get let in on till the very last possible second. I very meticulously detailed my theories on what her hypothetical plans might be for these Peace Ambassadors. Samuel appeared to be listening intently, but this possibility was dispersed when he inquired:

"So we stick needles in them as we're sitting on them?"

Life would be so great if I just worked alone. I gave him the look Anna gives me when she realizes I've been experimenting with coloured tie-suit combinations.

"Seriously, Marcus. I don't get it. I don't get it at all. Where does the sitting come in?"

I suggested that he didn't waste brain cells worrying about it, someone else (named Me) was more than capable of taking care of any and all sitting duties that may arise and would probably end up doing it single-handedly anyway. Then I told him to go busy himself with something useful... for example, helping Bernard invent Time Travel or Ink Remover.

Well, bed time for me. Wondering what Sitting-related duties are in store for Bitch # 1 tomorrow. Hoping there is actual sitting involved - one gets tired of standing sinisterly in corners all day or running errands to every corner of the freaking ship. And it is a big BIG ship.

Note to self: Get lost on aforementioned ship sometime... just to see what would happen.


Wellllllll if you watched Birth Pangs last night, you'll know that my special boy is alive, well, and will be back soon! Not like we actually got to SEE him, grrrrr. But we haven't seen the last of dear Marcus! And by extension... his secret diary :)

Actually a few days ago I found pictures from future season 2 episodes which feature him with Anna, all bundled up for winter *squee* so we have PHOTOGRAPHIC PROOF that he's not done for :D But still, it was nice to hear it directly from Anna last night.

THANK GOD (Jack must have put in a good word :).

As a closing note, I hope Marcus gets to push Thomas off the Mothership. I. Hate. Thomas. The tie pwns the turtleneck without trying.

As an actual closing note, please check out my (belated) post-Concordia fic :)

Updates soon for both!

RXP