Darn El Goonish Shive
Dec. 22nd, 2007 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chick-D: *facepalm*-
I can't help it! It's a good comic! Granted, Dan kind of needs to get his act together about the script so he can update this CENTURY, but what he's written is good!
-DW: Yes, but between that and the extra "superpowered!Doc" bunnies that popped up, you didn't get much done.-
-VD: And then came the movie!-
I know, I know. "Hot Fuzz" WAS funny, though. Gory in places, but a lot of fun. The outtakes were great too. They're a giggly bunch of actors. And they had a little section at the end all about teh gay between the leads. Fricking hilarious. :D
-VD2: Well, I suppose it's nice you had a good time, but what about your fiction?-
Well, I just powered out some more of Moose's giftfic. Still stuck on what exactly I want to do for Gigs -- can you toss me an idea, Lisa? I also did get the next day of the Christmas Meme done:
On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Hey, Can Dort! Still flitting around between two different women?”
Victor gritted his teeth as he helped hang a wreath. “Why do we let the antagonists into the bar again?” he asked Richard as the latter hammered the nail.
“Probably because they spend money,” Richard the Mad Hatter said, taking the wreath from Victor and putting it on the nail. “Or some non-discrimination policy. You keep forgetting I’m an antagonist.”
“You don’t act like an antagonist.”
“That’s just because a bunch of women apparently I’m attractive.” Richard frowned down at Victor. “Do you think I’m handsome?”
Victor somehow managed to pale. “Ah – er – well – um--”
“You’re bloody hideous,” Lord Barkis interrupted, slurring his words a little. “Look at that nose. And green skin!”
Richard rolled his eyes. “You’re one to talk – you’re blue. And frankly, you don’t look much more normal than I do.”
“At least I never operated on my best friends.”
Richard looked like he wanted to throw the hammer at Barkis’s head. Victor scowled at the dead lord. “Yes, murdering women who loved you for their money is so much better.”
“At least I’m not a necro-ne – you know,” Barkis said lamely. Then, he started singing, very off-key, “Dead girls like me! Can’t you see!”
A flush came to Victor’s cheeks. “Emily and I are merely friends!”
“Suuuure.”
TeenDoc pulled at Victor’s sleeve, having come over from putting presents under the tree with the other Docs. “I’m ready and willing to death-ray him,” he offered, hoisting his gun.
“I appreciate the offer, but – what are you doing with that, anyway?” Victor asked, a bit puzzled.
“I think he sleeps with it,” Marty called from across the room. He and his counterparts were in charge of the music. “I’m surprised it doesn’t have a name.”
“Don’t talk about Susan like that,” TeenDoc said playfully.
“You’re all freaks!” Barkis proclaimed loudly.
“Oh, gee, how did you figure that out?” OckDoc asked as the tentacles made derisive noises.
“Psychic, that boy,” Richard agreed, his gears clicking as he came down the ladder.
“Don’t make fun of me! I had more money and more women than all of you combined!”
Victor raised an eyebrow. “If that’s true, I’m in awe of how fast you ruined yourself.”
“Shaddup, stick-boy.”
VampDoc2 sighed. “You would have fit right into Hell Valley, Barkis. Might have even been Biff’s right-hand man.”
“Guy knows his stuff,” Barkis agreed, before downing another drink.
Victor shook his head and went over to the bar. “Barkis, we’re trying to decorate for Christmas. Do you have to heckle us?”
“Yes,” Barkis said. “Who’s coming to this stupid bar for Christmas, anyway?”
“Everyone,” Doc said simply. “Our other counterparts, the Narbonic staff, the Girl Genius people – I even think Stanley Ipkiss and Tina Carlyle will drop by.”
“Really?” Victor said, perking up.
Barkis snorted. “The Jim Carrey boy? That hack.”
Five minutes later, Vic entered to see Barkis leaping over the bar furniture, Victor in hot pursuit holding a fork. “Come on!” Victor yelled, his face unnaturally flushed. “Call my favorite actor a hack again!”
“Hey, Vic!” MartyFox called, grinning. “We’re taking bets on when Barkis finally trips! You want in?”
Vic slapped a hand to her head. “I can’t leave you people alone for five minutes, can I? $15 on 2:49 P.M.”
-VM: . . . Does it count if it really happened?-
-TTV: *embarrassed* Oh, God, I really am a fanboy.-
Yes, folks, this one's based on "real life," as it were. The boys were decorating the Inkwell Bar for Christmas with Richard the Mad Hatter from "American McGee's Alice," and Barkis apparently said some things that made Victor pretty unhappy.
-HD: That's what you get for chugging drinks instead of tea.-
*nodnod*
-TD: VampDoc won the pool, by the way. Barkis tripped shortly after Victoria came in.-
-VD: I think she distracted him, personally.-
-M2: *evil grin* And if you wanted lords a-leaping, you should have seen him after Victor jammed the fork in his butt!-
-TTV: *hides face in hands*-
-OD: *pats back as tentacles make encouraging noises* You don't have to be so embarrassed. We all back you up.-
-TTV: I know, it's just -- I seem to lose control so often now that I'm with you! I -- I can't deny it's fun, but -- sometimes --
Old instincts kick in?
-TTV: I was very shy and repressed for 19 years. You don't get over that soon.-
-RPD: *smirk* Just wait until next year, kid. You'll be just as wild and crazy as the rest of us.-
I dunno, he doesn't have a scientific bent.
-TD: *evil grin* That could be fixed.-
-TTV: We have plenty of forks around here, TeenDoc. Don't forget that.-
Don't start, you two. Anyway, yeah, there's my muse universe offering. After we pried Victor off Barkis, we managed to finish the decorations. Place looks really nice now.
-D: Let's hope it stays that way.-
So, yeah, progress. Part of me can't believe we're so close to Christmas. It's weird.
-HD: You just need more holiday spirt. *grabs my arm* Let's go build a snowman!-
It's 11:30 at night!
-HD: So? That just makes it more magical! *drags me away*-
-D: Hatter! We kind of need her!-
-VD2: Eh, I'm sure they'll be inside soon. Either they'll find the snow is covered in ice, or she'll stuff some down his pants, necessitating his rapid return indoors.-
-TD: In the meantime, let's raid his candy cane stash.-
I can't help it! It's a good comic! Granted, Dan kind of needs to get his act together about the script so he can update this CENTURY, but what he's written is good!
-DW: Yes, but between that and the extra "superpowered!Doc" bunnies that popped up, you didn't get much done.-
-VD: And then came the movie!-
I know, I know. "Hot Fuzz" WAS funny, though. Gory in places, but a lot of fun. The outtakes were great too. They're a giggly bunch of actors. And they had a little section at the end all about teh gay between the leads. Fricking hilarious. :D
-VD2: Well, I suppose it's nice you had a good time, but what about your fiction?-
Well, I just powered out some more of Moose's giftfic. Still stuck on what exactly I want to do for Gigs -- can you toss me an idea, Lisa? I also did get the next day of the Christmas Meme done:
On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Hey, Can Dort! Still flitting around between two different women?”
Victor gritted his teeth as he helped hang a wreath. “Why do we let the antagonists into the bar again?” he asked Richard as the latter hammered the nail.
“Probably because they spend money,” Richard the Mad Hatter said, taking the wreath from Victor and putting it on the nail. “Or some non-discrimination policy. You keep forgetting I’m an antagonist.”
“You don’t act like an antagonist.”
“That’s just because a bunch of women apparently I’m attractive.” Richard frowned down at Victor. “Do you think I’m handsome?”
Victor somehow managed to pale. “Ah – er – well – um--”
“You’re bloody hideous,” Lord Barkis interrupted, slurring his words a little. “Look at that nose. And green skin!”
Richard rolled his eyes. “You’re one to talk – you’re blue. And frankly, you don’t look much more normal than I do.”
“At least I never operated on my best friends.”
Richard looked like he wanted to throw the hammer at Barkis’s head. Victor scowled at the dead lord. “Yes, murdering women who loved you for their money is so much better.”
“At least I’m not a necro-ne – you know,” Barkis said lamely. Then, he started singing, very off-key, “Dead girls like me! Can’t you see!”
A flush came to Victor’s cheeks. “Emily and I are merely friends!”
“Suuuure.”
TeenDoc pulled at Victor’s sleeve, having come over from putting presents under the tree with the other Docs. “I’m ready and willing to death-ray him,” he offered, hoisting his gun.
“I appreciate the offer, but – what are you doing with that, anyway?” Victor asked, a bit puzzled.
“I think he sleeps with it,” Marty called from across the room. He and his counterparts were in charge of the music. “I’m surprised it doesn’t have a name.”
“Don’t talk about Susan like that,” TeenDoc said playfully.
“You’re all freaks!” Barkis proclaimed loudly.
“Oh, gee, how did you figure that out?” OckDoc asked as the tentacles made derisive noises.
“Psychic, that boy,” Richard agreed, his gears clicking as he came down the ladder.
“Don’t make fun of me! I had more money and more women than all of you combined!”
Victor raised an eyebrow. “If that’s true, I’m in awe of how fast you ruined yourself.”
“Shaddup, stick-boy.”
VampDoc2 sighed. “You would have fit right into Hell Valley, Barkis. Might have even been Biff’s right-hand man.”
“Guy knows his stuff,” Barkis agreed, before downing another drink.
Victor shook his head and went over to the bar. “Barkis, we’re trying to decorate for Christmas. Do you have to heckle us?”
“Yes,” Barkis said. “Who’s coming to this stupid bar for Christmas, anyway?”
“Everyone,” Doc said simply. “Our other counterparts, the Narbonic staff, the Girl Genius people – I even think Stanley Ipkiss and Tina Carlyle will drop by.”
“Really?” Victor said, perking up.
Barkis snorted. “The Jim Carrey boy? That hack.”
Five minutes later, Vic entered to see Barkis leaping over the bar furniture, Victor in hot pursuit holding a fork. “Come on!” Victor yelled, his face unnaturally flushed. “Call my favorite actor a hack again!”
“Hey, Vic!” MartyFox called, grinning. “We’re taking bets on when Barkis finally trips! You want in?”
Vic slapped a hand to her head. “I can’t leave you people alone for five minutes, can I? $15 on 2:49 P.M.”
-VM: . . . Does it count if it really happened?-
-TTV: *embarrassed* Oh, God, I really am a fanboy.-
Yes, folks, this one's based on "real life," as it were. The boys were decorating the Inkwell Bar for Christmas with Richard the Mad Hatter from "American McGee's Alice," and Barkis apparently said some things that made Victor pretty unhappy.
-HD: That's what you get for chugging drinks instead of tea.-
*nodnod*
-TD: VampDoc won the pool, by the way. Barkis tripped shortly after Victoria came in.-
-VD: I think she distracted him, personally.-
-M2: *evil grin* And if you wanted lords a-leaping, you should have seen him after Victor jammed the fork in his butt!-
-TTV: *hides face in hands*-
-OD: *pats back as tentacles make encouraging noises* You don't have to be so embarrassed. We all back you up.-
-TTV: I know, it's just -- I seem to lose control so often now that I'm with you! I -- I can't deny it's fun, but -- sometimes --
Old instincts kick in?
-TTV: I was very shy and repressed for 19 years. You don't get over that soon.-
-RPD: *smirk* Just wait until next year, kid. You'll be just as wild and crazy as the rest of us.-
I dunno, he doesn't have a scientific bent.
-TD: *evil grin* That could be fixed.-
-TTV: We have plenty of forks around here, TeenDoc. Don't forget that.-
Don't start, you two. Anyway, yeah, there's my muse universe offering. After we pried Victor off Barkis, we managed to finish the decorations. Place looks really nice now.
-D: Let's hope it stays that way.-
So, yeah, progress. Part of me can't believe we're so close to Christmas. It's weird.
-HD: You just need more holiday spirt. *grabs my arm* Let's go build a snowman!-
It's 11:30 at night!
-HD: So? That just makes it more magical! *drags me away*-
-D: Hatter! We kind of need her!-
-VD2: Eh, I'm sure they'll be inside soon. Either they'll find the snow is covered in ice, or she'll stuff some down his pants, necessitating his rapid return indoors.-
-TD: In the meantime, let's raid his candy cane stash.-
