I'm getting "Wired up 2" for Christmas! And Hardcore Superstars' "Shame"!
Yay! And, no, I wasn't down in the basement snoopin' for pressies, I was
just trying to find something to eat! Honest! Uh . . .
Thanks for all the very nice reviews! They make me very happy!
As a Christmas present to all of you from all of . . . well . . . me, another chapter! It was going to be an epic-length chapter featuring the Brotherhood, the X-men -and- the Acolytes, but I got a lot of schoolwork, and if I fail Economy I'll . . . fail Economy. Yeah. And that's not good. But I wanted another chapter up before Christmas, so here you go!
Big thanks to Death Lord La for beta reading and encouraging my insanity!
Warning: The idea for the fate of Mystiques closet came to me early one Monday morning while panicking over school work. I can not guarantee that it makes sense and/or is funny.
A merry Christmas to all of you!
*suddenly gets attacked by a huge pile of clothes*
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Chapter 4
Wanda Maximoff was scowling the darkest she could. It didn't help. The fridge was still deprived of anything edible, the only thing in there being two soda's that'd lost their fizz, a bottle of ketchup, and something that Lance had identified a few days ago as being a hamburger from McDonalds. Most likely bought sometime before the gothic teenager had arrived at the decayed house, since Mystique didn't approve of money being wasted on such things. The presumed hamburger was now resembling one of those little green creatures from the Gremlin movies, only more hairy, and without eyes. Thank God.
The cupboards were also empty, housing a few spiders, an ancient cereal box and stale air. Someone really needed to go grocery shopping. That someone being Lance, since neither Fred nor Todd was able to perform the simple task of buying food with any nutritious value whatsoever, and none of the females in the household were really the food-shopping type. However, all the boys were currently missing. Wanda wasn't completely sure what had happened to them, but the house had been extraordinary quiet the last couple of hours, ever since Mystique's outburst.
I bet she finally snapped and killed them the teenager thought to herself while scowling at the oven fan, which was currently making irritating noises. Now I'll have to shop myself. Fuck. This thought annoyed the girl, and it didn't help her mood that the oven fan was -really- disturbing at the moment. Wanda scowled at it again, and then Hex-bolted it just for good measure. It exploded in a nice little cloud of smoke, something fell out of it, and everything went quiet again. The black-haired girl gave the destroyed kitchen appliance a wary look, then edged closer to behold just what it was that used to be hidden in the fan. Lying among the grime on top of the oven was now a packet of Oreos.
"The hell?" Wanda directed her patented come-near-me-and-you-will-suffer- horribly scowl at the offending item. It wasn't that she didn't -like- Oreos, no, Wanda loved Oreos more than anything else, but one could never be sure of the eatible-factor of food items in the Brotherhood house. Better to not take out any joy in advance.
After making sure that there was no Toad-slime on it, Wanda picked up the cookies. Scrawled on the side of the package was 'Property of Pietro Maximoff. Do not touch!'. That brought forward some murderous thoughts in the Goth's mind, as well as some childhood memories which the girl quickly buried as deep down as she could. Instead she concentrated on checking out the package. It was unopened (so far so good) and the experience date was sometime in the future. Score! Something to eat. All right, and Oreos, at that.
Wanda made a happy sound, then glanced around, ready to Hex-bolt anyone that would happen to notice her excitement. The kitchen was as empty as before, so the girl moved over to the table, intent on enjoying her favorite cookies.
While Wanda was munching on the Oreos a car pulled up outside. A short while later, the kitchen door opened a crack and someone made a quick check of the surroundings. Upon noticing the chocolatey goodness on the kitchen table the door flew wide open and Todd hopped in, zooming in on the cookies.
"Hey, Wanda, sweetums, where did you get those? I can get one, right?"
The Goth (who had resumed her usual "friendly" facial expression the second she heard the car) did not approve of this suggestion.
"Touch them and die."
Todd was smart enough not to push his luck. Instead he skulked away to see if the Oreo-fairy had left something for him. While he was searching every inch of the kitchen, Lance entered the room, followed closely by Fred. Who was followed by a girl with shoulder-length blond greasy hair and a lot of acne. Wanda took another cookie from the package.
"What is that?" she asked Lance.
"This is Kelly," he answered, then tuning to the girl. "Kelly, meet Wanda."
"Hi," Kelly said. Wanda narrowed her eyes, looking at the boys.
"You blew up Mystique's bed, so you're bringing home a stray? I'm sure Mystique will be very happy."
"But Kelly's special," Todd piped up from the kitchen sink where he was currently looking for food. "She can see the future, yo! And we didn't blow up the bed, we only . . . dented it a little."
"Really," Wanda snorted. She then turned to Kelly. "So . . . see the future, huh?"
"Yup," Kelly said from the door where she stood, still taking in her surroundings.
"Then you already know what will happen if you touch my stuff," the antisocial girl said, taking her Oreos and moving to the living room. The kitchen had become so incredibly crowded.
"That's her way of saying 'Welcome'," Fred explained. Kelly looked slightly suspicious.
"Right . . . She seems to be incredibly friendly."
"If you think Wanda's bad, you should meet Mystique," Lance grinned. "Hey, Todd, is there any food?"
"No, you need to go shopping," the boy replied. "Hey, should we go and see how mad Boss Lady is?"
That wasn't necessary, because just then Mystique showed up, looking just about as pissed off as earlier, if not more so.
"My closet!" she growled. "My clothes! Who's this?!"
"I'm Kelly Snomba," Kelly said. Mystique turned to Lance for a more thorough explanation.
"She's Kelly Snomba," he said. Upon noticing that Mystique wasn't too amused, he continued. "She's able to predict stuff. And she's got money! Lots o' money!"
"Really . . . ?" This was something that pleased the bitchy blue boss. "Money?"
"Yeah, she uses he powers to buy great stocks and make money," Fred explained. Mystique grinned in a seriously disturbing way. She liked money. Irene had never used her powers to get money because of moral or something along those lines, so a teenager with precognition was a good thing. After all, teenagers were easy to manipulate, and apparently, this teen was already using her gift in ways Mystique approved of. So, the deadly lady gave the girl a friendly smile (or at least the closest thing to a friendly smile that would ever be seen on Mystique's face) and then turned to the Brotherhood boys.
"I'm going to discuss some . . . things with Kelly here. Why don't you go and clean the living room in the meantime. I will decide your complete punishment later."
The boys groaned, but decided that obeying Mystique was the smartest thing to do at this moment. If they didn't, she'd probably kill them. So they trotted over to the other room where Wanda sat in the couch, still eating her (or rather, her brother's) Oreos.
"This room looks like trash," Fred stated.
"No kidding, yo," Todd muttered. "Ya sure we shouldn't be wearing gas masks?"
"We manage to hang around with you every day without any problem, I think we'll be okay," Lance said. Todd smacked him. Lance smacked Todd in return, sending him propelling forward, landing face down in the trodden carpet. "Let's start cleaning now."
"Mystique's forcing you to clean up? What -did- you do to her closet?" Wanda asked in her best 'not that I -really- care, but I'm incredibly bored, so humor me and maybe I won't turn you into wet spots on the floor'- voice.
"Well, we kinda turned it into a Satanistic altar," Lance admitted. "Complete with weird symbols and black candles an' everything."
"To bring down the plague on Principal Kelly," Fred explained.
"Ya see, to work properly, there were a need for animal sacrifices."
"But we couldn't find any animals to sacrifice, so we used Boss Lady's leather clothes," Todd said.
"We figured it should at least give him the measles or something," Lance finished, shrugging as if sacrificing things to get back at your (former) principal was an everyday occurrence. Wanda just stared, then decided that she would be better of just ignoring that little insight to the other teenager's minds. She returned to her Oreos instead. They were safer, much more predictable.
"Hey, ya think we can avoid the cleaning? I don't think Boss Lady'll notice if we leave."
"I don't hear any cleaning from in there!" Mystique yelled from the kitchen, as if she'd heard what Todd had said.
"Is it really possible to hear cleaning?" Fred pondered aloud.
"The way you guys clean, it is," Wanda muttered, getting her point proven when Todd (who had decided to be a good boy and do what he'd been told for once) accidentally dropped the lamp he had been dusting off with a red sock. The lamp shattered, and Todd jumped away.
"Oops," he said, eyeing the remains of the lighting device. "Ya know, that was an accident."
"-You- are an accident," Lance stated. "Now let's clean up properly, and maybe Mystique won't kill us."
"I think something moved over there," Todd said, pointing over at a dark corner often referred to as 'the corner of no return'. Mainly because, well, nothing ever returned from it once it had been thrown there. Several heaps of schoolbooks had met their final destination in that particular place, as well as a basketball that'd been run over by a truck and some odd socks. There was also a skateboard stolen from Evan Daniels, and love letters from Kitty, which Todd and Pietro had stolen from Lance's room back in the days when Lance and Kitty were still an item and Pietro was still with the Brotherhood. Lance was also pretty sure they had lost their neighbor's cat, Zingo, in that general area.
"Maybe it's that cat," he therefor mentioned.
"Huh? What cat?" Todd asked.
"Ya know, the cat you insisted on cat-napping since you wanted a pet," Lance reminded the toad.
"Didn't Freddy eat that?"
"I don't eat cats!"
"You eat anythin'."
"Not cats!"
"They eat dogs in Asia," Lance suddenly said.
"Huh?" Both Todd and Fred turned to the older boy.
"Yo, Lance, are you okay? You've been actin' a little . . . weird lately."
"I have -not- been acting weird," Lance defended himself. "I mentioned they eat dogs in Asia, that's all!"
"You've been acting weird before that," Fred pointed out. "You earlier said we should clean up properly."
"So Mystique won't kill us!"
"You've been acting weird -long- before that, too. Does this have anything to do with . . ." Todd was cut off.
"If you say that name I think you're about to say, I will strangle you with your own tongue," Lance threatened, not very happy. "I'm not in the mood for this. I'm leaving!" With that said, the rock-shaker stormed out of the room and up the stairs.
"Damn, yo. He's got worse mood swings than Rogue had," Todd muttered.
"He's got love problems, of course he's grumpy," Fred said, being the ever understanding one. Not that many people knew about that side of the Blob.
"Love problems?" Wanda was suddenly very interested in the conversation, and even sounded rather happy. The Oreos had apparently had a positive effect on her mood. Fred feared what would happen when there was no more cookies, an event that would probably be occurring soon, judging by the alarming rate at which the Goth ate them. "You mean because the valley-girl won't talk to him?" Upon hearing this question, Fred and Todd exchanged a look.
"Not exactly . . ." Todd said, wondering if Wanda needed to know the truth. He decided that wouldn't be the case. "But he's not happy about that either."
"Okay," Wanda said, looking from Todd to Fred and back again, well aware of the fact that there was something she didn't know. I can always find out later. There was some more important things to take care of. Such as getting new cookies, since the package was now finished. "I'm gonna go see if the new chick can see some more Oreos in my future. Don't touch anything that's mine."
With that, the girl got up and left, leaving the two remaining boys to clean the living room. Not that she'd help in any case.
"Well," Todd sighted. "I guess we must . . . clean. Ugh. Anyway, I'll clean over here, and you clean over in no-return-corner."
"Why do I have to clean there?"
"Because nothing there can kill you. And I'm allergic to dust!"
"You are not!"
"Maybe not. But go clean now!"
Fred sighted and walked over to the corner of doom, grumbling about bossy toads and PMSing earthmovers all the way.
tbc
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Disclaimer: Kelly Snomba is the property of Klucky. X-Men is property of . . . Marvel, I think. I have no money, especially not around Christmas time.
*crawls out from underneath the clothes heap* Damn, I really need to clean my room. *kicks away a pair of purple pants*
Okay, so I don't know if the brotherhood-house has got a door to the outside world in the kitchen, but in this story it has! Most houses have one. My house has one. No, wait, it doesn't . . . Damn.
How did I manage to introduce Kelly? Ya know, it's much harder to get the character in into the story in a proper way than just let him/her be there from the start . . . Yeah.
And hey, as a Christmas pressie to me, you can review! What about that, huh? It doesn't cost anything!
Next chapter may take a while, since I'll be busy with celebrating Christmas, turning eighteen, and running away from people at New Years Eve. Yay! Lot's o' fun!
Oh yeah. BIG COMMERCIAL! (Just because I was promised a Buffy-story). Do you like interfics? Huh? I know some of you do . . . Well, if you do, go check out DarkAngelChika's story "Waifs and Strays" right away (God knows how long it'll be up). She's under my "Favorite Authors" list (even though I promised myself not to put anyone there) so she's easy to find. Coz she needs OC's. I'm having a bad influence on everyone I know.
Next time: Uhm. Maybe a change of title? *shrugs and walks away singing on "We're only in it for the drugs" while chewing on a chocolate Santa Claus.*
Thanks for all the very nice reviews! They make me very happy!
As a Christmas present to all of you from all of . . . well . . . me, another chapter! It was going to be an epic-length chapter featuring the Brotherhood, the X-men -and- the Acolytes, but I got a lot of schoolwork, and if I fail Economy I'll . . . fail Economy. Yeah. And that's not good. But I wanted another chapter up before Christmas, so here you go!
Big thanks to Death Lord La for beta reading and encouraging my insanity!
Warning: The idea for the fate of Mystiques closet came to me early one Monday morning while panicking over school work. I can not guarantee that it makes sense and/or is funny.
A merry Christmas to all of you!
*suddenly gets attacked by a huge pile of clothes*
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Chapter 4
Wanda Maximoff was scowling the darkest she could. It didn't help. The fridge was still deprived of anything edible, the only thing in there being two soda's that'd lost their fizz, a bottle of ketchup, and something that Lance had identified a few days ago as being a hamburger from McDonalds. Most likely bought sometime before the gothic teenager had arrived at the decayed house, since Mystique didn't approve of money being wasted on such things. The presumed hamburger was now resembling one of those little green creatures from the Gremlin movies, only more hairy, and without eyes. Thank God.
The cupboards were also empty, housing a few spiders, an ancient cereal box and stale air. Someone really needed to go grocery shopping. That someone being Lance, since neither Fred nor Todd was able to perform the simple task of buying food with any nutritious value whatsoever, and none of the females in the household were really the food-shopping type. However, all the boys were currently missing. Wanda wasn't completely sure what had happened to them, but the house had been extraordinary quiet the last couple of hours, ever since Mystique's outburst.
I bet she finally snapped and killed them the teenager thought to herself while scowling at the oven fan, which was currently making irritating noises. Now I'll have to shop myself. Fuck. This thought annoyed the girl, and it didn't help her mood that the oven fan was -really- disturbing at the moment. Wanda scowled at it again, and then Hex-bolted it just for good measure. It exploded in a nice little cloud of smoke, something fell out of it, and everything went quiet again. The black-haired girl gave the destroyed kitchen appliance a wary look, then edged closer to behold just what it was that used to be hidden in the fan. Lying among the grime on top of the oven was now a packet of Oreos.
"The hell?" Wanda directed her patented come-near-me-and-you-will-suffer- horribly scowl at the offending item. It wasn't that she didn't -like- Oreos, no, Wanda loved Oreos more than anything else, but one could never be sure of the eatible-factor of food items in the Brotherhood house. Better to not take out any joy in advance.
After making sure that there was no Toad-slime on it, Wanda picked up the cookies. Scrawled on the side of the package was 'Property of Pietro Maximoff. Do not touch!'. That brought forward some murderous thoughts in the Goth's mind, as well as some childhood memories which the girl quickly buried as deep down as she could. Instead she concentrated on checking out the package. It was unopened (so far so good) and the experience date was sometime in the future. Score! Something to eat. All right, and Oreos, at that.
Wanda made a happy sound, then glanced around, ready to Hex-bolt anyone that would happen to notice her excitement. The kitchen was as empty as before, so the girl moved over to the table, intent on enjoying her favorite cookies.
While Wanda was munching on the Oreos a car pulled up outside. A short while later, the kitchen door opened a crack and someone made a quick check of the surroundings. Upon noticing the chocolatey goodness on the kitchen table the door flew wide open and Todd hopped in, zooming in on the cookies.
"Hey, Wanda, sweetums, where did you get those? I can get one, right?"
The Goth (who had resumed her usual "friendly" facial expression the second she heard the car) did not approve of this suggestion.
"Touch them and die."
Todd was smart enough not to push his luck. Instead he skulked away to see if the Oreo-fairy had left something for him. While he was searching every inch of the kitchen, Lance entered the room, followed closely by Fred. Who was followed by a girl with shoulder-length blond greasy hair and a lot of acne. Wanda took another cookie from the package.
"What is that?" she asked Lance.
"This is Kelly," he answered, then tuning to the girl. "Kelly, meet Wanda."
"Hi," Kelly said. Wanda narrowed her eyes, looking at the boys.
"You blew up Mystique's bed, so you're bringing home a stray? I'm sure Mystique will be very happy."
"But Kelly's special," Todd piped up from the kitchen sink where he was currently looking for food. "She can see the future, yo! And we didn't blow up the bed, we only . . . dented it a little."
"Really," Wanda snorted. She then turned to Kelly. "So . . . see the future, huh?"
"Yup," Kelly said from the door where she stood, still taking in her surroundings.
"Then you already know what will happen if you touch my stuff," the antisocial girl said, taking her Oreos and moving to the living room. The kitchen had become so incredibly crowded.
"That's her way of saying 'Welcome'," Fred explained. Kelly looked slightly suspicious.
"Right . . . She seems to be incredibly friendly."
"If you think Wanda's bad, you should meet Mystique," Lance grinned. "Hey, Todd, is there any food?"
"No, you need to go shopping," the boy replied. "Hey, should we go and see how mad Boss Lady is?"
That wasn't necessary, because just then Mystique showed up, looking just about as pissed off as earlier, if not more so.
"My closet!" she growled. "My clothes! Who's this?!"
"I'm Kelly Snomba," Kelly said. Mystique turned to Lance for a more thorough explanation.
"She's Kelly Snomba," he said. Upon noticing that Mystique wasn't too amused, he continued. "She's able to predict stuff. And she's got money! Lots o' money!"
"Really . . . ?" This was something that pleased the bitchy blue boss. "Money?"
"Yeah, she uses he powers to buy great stocks and make money," Fred explained. Mystique grinned in a seriously disturbing way. She liked money. Irene had never used her powers to get money because of moral or something along those lines, so a teenager with precognition was a good thing. After all, teenagers were easy to manipulate, and apparently, this teen was already using her gift in ways Mystique approved of. So, the deadly lady gave the girl a friendly smile (or at least the closest thing to a friendly smile that would ever be seen on Mystique's face) and then turned to the Brotherhood boys.
"I'm going to discuss some . . . things with Kelly here. Why don't you go and clean the living room in the meantime. I will decide your complete punishment later."
The boys groaned, but decided that obeying Mystique was the smartest thing to do at this moment. If they didn't, she'd probably kill them. So they trotted over to the other room where Wanda sat in the couch, still eating her (or rather, her brother's) Oreos.
"This room looks like trash," Fred stated.
"No kidding, yo," Todd muttered. "Ya sure we shouldn't be wearing gas masks?"
"We manage to hang around with you every day without any problem, I think we'll be okay," Lance said. Todd smacked him. Lance smacked Todd in return, sending him propelling forward, landing face down in the trodden carpet. "Let's start cleaning now."
"Mystique's forcing you to clean up? What -did- you do to her closet?" Wanda asked in her best 'not that I -really- care, but I'm incredibly bored, so humor me and maybe I won't turn you into wet spots on the floor'- voice.
"Well, we kinda turned it into a Satanistic altar," Lance admitted. "Complete with weird symbols and black candles an' everything."
"To bring down the plague on Principal Kelly," Fred explained.
"Ya see, to work properly, there were a need for animal sacrifices."
"But we couldn't find any animals to sacrifice, so we used Boss Lady's leather clothes," Todd said.
"We figured it should at least give him the measles or something," Lance finished, shrugging as if sacrificing things to get back at your (former) principal was an everyday occurrence. Wanda just stared, then decided that she would be better of just ignoring that little insight to the other teenager's minds. She returned to her Oreos instead. They were safer, much more predictable.
"Hey, ya think we can avoid the cleaning? I don't think Boss Lady'll notice if we leave."
"I don't hear any cleaning from in there!" Mystique yelled from the kitchen, as if she'd heard what Todd had said.
"Is it really possible to hear cleaning?" Fred pondered aloud.
"The way you guys clean, it is," Wanda muttered, getting her point proven when Todd (who had decided to be a good boy and do what he'd been told for once) accidentally dropped the lamp he had been dusting off with a red sock. The lamp shattered, and Todd jumped away.
"Oops," he said, eyeing the remains of the lighting device. "Ya know, that was an accident."
"-You- are an accident," Lance stated. "Now let's clean up properly, and maybe Mystique won't kill us."
"I think something moved over there," Todd said, pointing over at a dark corner often referred to as 'the corner of no return'. Mainly because, well, nothing ever returned from it once it had been thrown there. Several heaps of schoolbooks had met their final destination in that particular place, as well as a basketball that'd been run over by a truck and some odd socks. There was also a skateboard stolen from Evan Daniels, and love letters from Kitty, which Todd and Pietro had stolen from Lance's room back in the days when Lance and Kitty were still an item and Pietro was still with the Brotherhood. Lance was also pretty sure they had lost their neighbor's cat, Zingo, in that general area.
"Maybe it's that cat," he therefor mentioned.
"Huh? What cat?" Todd asked.
"Ya know, the cat you insisted on cat-napping since you wanted a pet," Lance reminded the toad.
"Didn't Freddy eat that?"
"I don't eat cats!"
"You eat anythin'."
"Not cats!"
"They eat dogs in Asia," Lance suddenly said.
"Huh?" Both Todd and Fred turned to the older boy.
"Yo, Lance, are you okay? You've been actin' a little . . . weird lately."
"I have -not- been acting weird," Lance defended himself. "I mentioned they eat dogs in Asia, that's all!"
"You've been acting weird before that," Fred pointed out. "You earlier said we should clean up properly."
"So Mystique won't kill us!"
"You've been acting weird -long- before that, too. Does this have anything to do with . . ." Todd was cut off.
"If you say that name I think you're about to say, I will strangle you with your own tongue," Lance threatened, not very happy. "I'm not in the mood for this. I'm leaving!" With that said, the rock-shaker stormed out of the room and up the stairs.
"Damn, yo. He's got worse mood swings than Rogue had," Todd muttered.
"He's got love problems, of course he's grumpy," Fred said, being the ever understanding one. Not that many people knew about that side of the Blob.
"Love problems?" Wanda was suddenly very interested in the conversation, and even sounded rather happy. The Oreos had apparently had a positive effect on her mood. Fred feared what would happen when there was no more cookies, an event that would probably be occurring soon, judging by the alarming rate at which the Goth ate them. "You mean because the valley-girl won't talk to him?" Upon hearing this question, Fred and Todd exchanged a look.
"Not exactly . . ." Todd said, wondering if Wanda needed to know the truth. He decided that wouldn't be the case. "But he's not happy about that either."
"Okay," Wanda said, looking from Todd to Fred and back again, well aware of the fact that there was something she didn't know. I can always find out later. There was some more important things to take care of. Such as getting new cookies, since the package was now finished. "I'm gonna go see if the new chick can see some more Oreos in my future. Don't touch anything that's mine."
With that, the girl got up and left, leaving the two remaining boys to clean the living room. Not that she'd help in any case.
"Well," Todd sighted. "I guess we must . . . clean. Ugh. Anyway, I'll clean over here, and you clean over in no-return-corner."
"Why do I have to clean there?"
"Because nothing there can kill you. And I'm allergic to dust!"
"You are not!"
"Maybe not. But go clean now!"
Fred sighted and walked over to the corner of doom, grumbling about bossy toads and PMSing earthmovers all the way.
tbc
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Disclaimer: Kelly Snomba is the property of Klucky. X-Men is property of . . . Marvel, I think. I have no money, especially not around Christmas time.
*crawls out from underneath the clothes heap* Damn, I really need to clean my room. *kicks away a pair of purple pants*
Okay, so I don't know if the brotherhood-house has got a door to the outside world in the kitchen, but in this story it has! Most houses have one. My house has one. No, wait, it doesn't . . . Damn.
How did I manage to introduce Kelly? Ya know, it's much harder to get the character in into the story in a proper way than just let him/her be there from the start . . . Yeah.
And hey, as a Christmas pressie to me, you can review! What about that, huh? It doesn't cost anything!
Next chapter may take a while, since I'll be busy with celebrating Christmas, turning eighteen, and running away from people at New Years Eve. Yay! Lot's o' fun!
Oh yeah. BIG COMMERCIAL! (Just because I was promised a Buffy-story). Do you like interfics? Huh? I know some of you do . . . Well, if you do, go check out DarkAngelChika's story "Waifs and Strays" right away (God knows how long it'll be up). She's under my "Favorite Authors" list (even though I promised myself not to put anyone there) so she's easy to find. Coz she needs OC's. I'm having a bad influence on everyone I know.
Next time: Uhm. Maybe a change of title? *shrugs and walks away singing on "We're only in it for the drugs" while chewing on a chocolate Santa Claus.*