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Posting as I work through the prompts. I think I can work something out for most of them. Thank you all for your kind interest and responses!


Prompt by Junior Boomer:

Escapism: Sue/David

Sue likes her life, thoughts and opinions orderly. Everything fitted in neat little labels and meticulous mental boxes. It simply makes everything run smoother, more streamlined, more professional.

Saying David is a bit removed from reality is... well, pretty spot on. Much like Mike and Sandy, the brown Labrador has something of a long-distance, polyamorous relationship with such fetching ladies as ‘common sense’, ‘social norms’ and of course ‘personal space’ – except he’s mislaid all their phone numbers, never writes or messages them, and seems to have a long-lasting crush on ‘non-sequitor’, that hussy.

It’s not that he’s stupid, Sue notices. It’s more of a ‘has an entirely different view on reality’ sort of thing. David’s relation to common behaviour is akin to that of a zoo-goer who prowls past the cages and throws popcorn at the animals to make them behave funnily and noisily.

For the most part, Sue’s pretty frustrated with this metaphor – moreso because she used to be entirely convinced that should anyone be an examined exhibition behind bars, it should be David.

Over time.... something changed, though. Call it natural, scientific curiosity. Call it a bad excuse. But she wanted to experience life on the ‘other side’. On David’s side.

As much as Sue values her neat inner mental closet tidy and sorted by colour and size and alphabetized, there are times when the overwhelming need for ‘change’ sneaks through her. Something different.

And David, in a word, is certainly ‘different’.

"What are you guys hollering about over here?"

“Sex Cluedo.”

Aaaaaand sometimes he is the sole reason she needs to step aside and distance herself from reality the same way a clumsy mountaineer steps one awry step aside and fatally distances himself from solid ground and the ability to eat solid food.

“Wanna join?” David offers, tail wagging happily.

Paulo rubs his chin, forehead creasing in genius-level-thought-processing: “Mrs Peacock, in the Kitchen, with the Turkey Baster.”

"Aw, c'mon, that doesn't beat Colonel Mustard in the Billiard Room with the Rifle!"

Sue stumbles mentally and physically.

“... nevermind,” she chokes out.

It must be love, she thinks, as she practically flees the scene and David flails heartfelt goodbyes and ‘see you laters’ at her retreating back. Has to be. There is no other logical reason why she still somehow manages to tolerate this insanity-induced intellectual imbroglio with a shaky, albeit sincere, smile on her face.

I will stress someone else asked for these pairings, but as I chose to write it, I still accept the criticism of the believability. Jessica/Jazz does make more sense and the alliteration of it is also more enjoyable (to me, but I'm stupid). I will say though, I rather like writing crack but tend to try and make it clear it's a silly non-canonical nonsense and rarely put my -~*soul and heart*~- into it. I won't be offended when/if people don't like it or point out the ridiculousness of it all.

as for rachel/jazz uhhh they're both monochromatic in fur and thus they are aesthetically meant to be? :V


So, um, got any other prompts for me?

Add 'checking my email' to things I can now do now that I am able to pay for internet again. :V

@ Taeshi & SuitCase: I... am a bit overwhelmed. I mean, I mostly wrote this to entertain myself at a time when things where starting to become not so awesome for me. The fact that it managed to not only entertain random folks on the forums but the people who created these characters and the story as well... that's a ridiculously pleasant bonus I couldn't have hoped for. You guys are ever so swell.

Thank you for the kind comments. I'll try to lurk a little around the forums, see how things go. I do miss the comic and the recent chapters are so cavity-inducing sweet and fluffy it's, like, all I could ever ask for right now. <3

Oh, and SuitCase, I'll definitely try and go read those other fanfics. The promise of wordplay beckons me.


@ NintendoSegaSonyGuy: I've always been heavily inclined to try to adhere to the style choices of 'less is more' and having a strict word economy. As well as being heavily POV-influenced: probably why the story comes off as someone writing a blog-entry in the third person whining about 'no homo srsly' and hatin' on ferns. I can totally understand why that's not everybody's favourite pie flavour, so I am very grateful you still managed to read through it.

Ch. 14: Lani is a golden egg of a side-character, seriously. I like her a lot!

Ch. 15: Um, well. I was eager to wrap it up. Adding another chapter... at the time, I didn't have any more ideas, and adding more might have come off as unnecessary padding, simply because I didn't have any more material left in me. Pacing issues are weird to discuss, since people have different opinions on how things should progress. I'd already written out a lot of angst, and stated indirectly in the chapter with Lani that a lot of time had passed and... most of the story is awkward 'dancing around the issue' stuff... I don't know, I guess I didn't have the mind to write it so it still came across as somewhat 'fresh' and 'entertaining'. Thus the weird curve in pacing. Sorry, man.

As for kissing and stuff? I honestly felt it might have been too 'cliché' or 'forced'. They had just come to deal with the fact I made them gay (sorry boys), plus they have so many other emotional entanglements. Kissing might have added a certain stronger emotional atmosphere, but the point is, that's the last thing they need. It's not something that was realistic at this point in their lives. And I just... I had already taken on a pairing not many people are fond of, I didn't want to shove a(nother) kiss in their face.

Also, no sequel. Sorry.


Sorry for the long post. I'll be lurkin' for a while, if you don't mind.