DDR is digital dance revolution. You have to keep up on with the dance pattern on a screen on a pad on the floor. A lot of cons have DDR contests nowadays in their video game rooms.
Oh! I know this one! 'Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah blahbity blah, I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone.'
Buffy ,'Help'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
CaBil - Feb 04, 2003 7:17:25 am PST #1312 of 10001
Remember, remember/the fifth of November/the Gunpowder Treason and Plot/I see no reason/Why Gunpowder Treason/Should ever be forgot.
Anne W. - Feb 04, 2003 7:24:45 am PST #1313 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Ah. Now I get it. Thanks!
Elena - Feb 04, 2003 5:03:29 pm PST #1314 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
I couldn't access it at all, Bill. Sorry.
Allison, did I'm at work and it's slow (pouring (and freezing) rain), so if you wanted to send some frottage my way I'd be happy to receive it.
P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2003 12:43:11 am PST #1315 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Just another 250 word piece.
Edited to change the title slightly.
Ouroboros/Oedipus
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. That should have been the end the first time, but it wasn't. She cheated death by embracing it, serving it, becoming it. Eventually, death turned on her, sharper than a serpent's tooth, and once again, all should have been over. Once again, it wasn't.
Cheating death is better on your own terms, she soon discovered. Used in life, used in death. She found a way to cheat them both, dying this time so that someone else could live.
Huddled naked in the darkness, she wonders when it will be enough, when she'll be allowed to rest, to stop. She wonders who she was--flashes of blood and skin, of fear and need, of a name... Angel? That's not a name. What was hers? She must have had one.
Salvation comes not in the form of angels or demons or priests or prayers. It comes to her slim and raw, young and familiar. Something nagging at the edges of her memory again, something she should know. It's important.
It slides away again, like mercury on glass. Shimmering distorted reflections, nothing more. She lets him lead her to shelter, clothe her in garments he says have been abandoned. He finds her food, washes her face and dresses her hair. Takes care of all her needs until she finds she has needs she has forgotten, like she has forgotten so much else, and draws him to her pallet so he can take care of those as well.
Elena - Feb 05, 2003 12:47:21 am PST #1316 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
It's beautiful, Plei. Though it does leave me slightly confused.
P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2003 12:49:29 am PST #1317 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I left the pairing vague, but scattered it with clues.
Have you figured it out yet? I wasn't expecting to have *this* particular bunny. I was just playing "give SA disturbing mental images" when it bit me in the ass.
Elena - Feb 05, 2003 12:53:42 am PST #1318 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Okay... Buffy, obviously. But the fellah? Lemme reread.
P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2003 12:54:53 am PST #1319 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
It's not Buffy. Let me tell you that straight off.
Elena - Feb 05, 2003 12:55:31 am PST #1320 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Hookay.. Ummm... Lemme read it again.
Elena - Feb 05, 2003 12:56:32 am PST #1321 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
dying this time so that someone else could live.
See, I thought Buffy post-Gift...
Umm. I don't get it, then.