A Proper Post

Mileena the Vampire Slayer

The cosmos know all. No, really. Look:

(Chinese Horoscope)

The Dog may struggle with father issues today. Your need to work out incidences from the past could be necessary in order for you to grow emotionally.

An insight into one of a trillion factors that caused me to vanish? Or just the mutterings of a fortune cookie? Either way, I'll bite. *Blinks* Do you have any idea how long it took me to write that letter? Waiting on the go-ahead before I drop it in his inbox, though.

Bombs over Baghdad!--Thank you, Outkast ;^P

That amongst other things. Biology and chronology working against me simultaneously. I swear he planned this. He's probably got it marked on his calendar somewhere, sneaky creep. I know what he's thinking, "she won't be thinking straight. It's one of those *shudder* female things..."

Yeah, I get paranoid right about now. *Twitch twitch* Why do you ask? Who do you work for? WHO DO YOU WORK FOR! *Hyperventilates*

I'm kidding, you know, ladies and gents. :^P Dark humor, with occasional music :^P

Oh, speaking of which: I "interviewed" the group whilst folding towels after Buffy.
It went something like this:

Basic living room setup, coffee table in the middle of the floor, couch beside that against the wall. Baraka sitting on couch, looking worn, dusty and deadly bored. Brin off in the kitchen, making something that involves a lot of ice, judging from the clinking of glasses. Leena on top of the coffee table, writhing with dervish abandon to U2's "Elevation", blasting from the stereo on the opposite side of the room.

Me: Bad time, huh?

Baraka: The song's almost over...

In fact, as he says it, the tune winds down to a grating halt. Leena hops off the table and perches on the frame of the couch, brushing Baraka's arm with her own.

Leena: *out of breath* How's tricks?

At which point Brin arrives, with four iced teas or their equivalent--I've found it better not to ask what they make their drinks from.

Brin: *sotto voce* Isn't that MY line?

Me: So, uh...care to explain the whole timeline of the story, anyway?

Brin shakes her head with one of those demure, downcast-eye smiles that went out of vogue with the Space Race and Edsels. Setting the tray on the table, she promptly arranges herself in Baraka's lap. He covers his embarrassment by grabbing one of the iced teas. Leena does as the Romans do, pausing to glare at Brin. I'm last to follow suit, looking for space on the couch before deciding it's best to sit on the edge of the table instead.

Leena: Yeah, sure. See, it's like this: Kitana's really two people, you know? She's her OWN evil twin, seriously didn't need my help in that regard. Anyway.

Me: So it was *quote marks with hands* "Evil Kitana" that dusted you?

Leena: Got it. *Reaches out and ruffles my hair.* That's why we like you, you catch on fast. For a human. Anyway. So she uh, caught Baraka and me off-guard, if you get what I'm saying...

Baraka: *chokes on his iced tea*

Leena, ct'd: and uh, tried to stab me to death. Loverboy there saved her the trouble. *Chuckles and winks at him.* From what she's told me, she was possessed by Shao Kahn's ghost, or spirit, or a Compulsion he left behind, at the time. 'His little going-away present,' she called it.
So the love of my life tears my heart out, fights with my sister, loses, flees for his life, and on the way gets into a serious bitchfight with Kitty's fancy-boy Kung Lao, and then...*deep breath, blink* Oh my god!

Me: Huh?

Leena: Oh my god! It's just like an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

Brin: *busy snuggling up to Baraka* Wha?

Leena: You know, Buffy. *Fidgets*. The wisecracking blonde? Runs around staking everybody? Hangs out with the sci-fi geek that dates a demon and the, uh, "orientationally confused" techno-witch redhead?

Brin and Baraka are both looking at her as if she's popped a blood vessel.

Leena: Don't you even WATCH the show?

Which sets off a round of impressions.

AND THE GAG YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR:

Brin *as Riley*: It's better this way.

Leena, to Brin *as Spike*: I love syphillis more than you.

Baraka, in general *as Xander*: Why does the earth never open up and swallow you when you want it to?

Myself *as Buffy*: Great. If the apocalypse comes, beep me.

DISCLAIMER: About the above, I can only say: hey, it was funny at the time.

Sorta an apology for not being as quick on the draw with the fiction as I otherwise would be. The only good news (other than that I got back to pre-deletion status yesterday, W00T!) Is that I'm outlining/drafting/tossing things around for Part Three as I finish Part Two.
And Part Five of the Mirrorworld line, which is still pretty much in the dirt. That's going to be an intense salvage operation. Given everything that's going on right now, I think that one can wait.

So uh, 'til next time, peeps. Emails are in the drafting, btw.

See ya *^_^*

Now Playing: "Weapon of Choice", Fatboy Slim