I like money better than people. People can so rarely be exchanged for goods and/or services!

Willow ,'Showtime'


Sang Sacré

The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.

History. Map.


§ ita § - Dec 24, 2002 11:07:08 am PST #181 of 1100
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Tiramisu ...

But that never ends well. And we have all the "never ends well" that we can handle from MiracleMan and gibbons anyway.

"No, I'm good. Well ... not good ... but you know."

I move to a spot with clear view of all the doors and windows and start cleaning my already spotless sword.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Dec 24, 2002 11:14:23 am PST #182 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Ow.

Ow. Soft, for a day bed, but ow.

Vocalising might be worth a try. "Ow," I groan, discovering that breathing that much hurts my ribs.


Miracleman - Dec 24, 2002 11:17:03 am PST #183 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

"Boss."

Ah, this week's Mystery Guest is awakening. I put down Gorformandir's Really Weird Prophecies (Guaranteed to be True!) and wander over.

"Hi there. I'm Miracleman. This is Hector, a bogeyman." Hector grins at her. "Over there is ita, cross-dimensional warrior, bad ass and vigilante for Sang Sacre. You are this month's Source of Trouble, I'd wager. What do you need a wizard for? Want some tiramisu?"


Fay - Dec 24, 2002 11:27:46 am PST #184 of 1100
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

The horses that thunder past are carrying disconcertingly familiar cloaked figures in black, and there's an ill wind blowing no good in the streets near my apartment. I'm getting the strangest feeling that something's watching me. Huh.

I keep seeing this flaming freudian symbol just on the edge of my peripheral vision, but every time I turn it's gone. Odd. Just to be on the safe side I pause beside a street light as a crowd of teenagers listening to Bangra and performing an impromptu Bollywood routine surge past, and I rummage in my carpet bag.

...TV Remote...wallet full of knuts and galleons...selkie skin...sonic transducer...light sabre... neurofen... tampons... Dime bar...five gold rings...four calling birds..silver hip flask of sloe gin... Aha! Excaliber. (Sheathed, natch)

Wonderful what you find in the Thrift Stores in this town.

Splendid. I draw my sword, scabbard and all, and buckle the belt around my waist. Damn. Wish the leather were black - doesn't really co-ordinate with the wardrobe. Hmph. Oh well, not to worry.


Penny B. - Dec 24, 2002 11:30:56 am PST #185 of 1100
Nobody

Wait, did that chick just say, "really powerful wizard"? Excellent!

I run up to the guy, but his back is to me and he's walking away like he has something on his mind. I slip my card into the hood of his cape, and hope for the best.


§ ita § - Dec 24, 2002 11:32:28 am PST #186 of 1100
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

"Could you not, with the tiramisu? It wasn't quite the city being sucked into chaos, but it does shift balance enough that it shakes up Shadow. You can't keep offering it willy nilly."


Am-Chau Yarkona - Dec 24, 2002 11:33:42 am PST #187 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

"Err," I groan. Groaning seems relativly safe.

I think for a moment.

"NO tiramisu!" I manage, and then have to pause to think out the next part. I suspect my brain may have been damaged by whatever happened to me on the way here.

"Where am I?"

A wizard should be able to answer that, though I doubt he'll cope with the next one.

"I need to buy a house."


Connie Neil - Dec 24, 2002 11:34:48 am PST #188 of 1100
brillig

Darn it, that's the third time the manager's had to go up to the top row to stop the Nazgul from making so much noise. They've really got to stop stomping their feet and howling when Barad Dur shows up on the screen. Points for corporate loyalty, dudes, but there are some people in here who haven't seen it yet. Kind of funny, though, how they mutter when Frodo is on the screen. I think I heard the leader say, "I could have got him."

Oh, crap, now they're fighting over the jujubes, but at least they're being quiet, just hissing and poking at each other.

SA kind of goes still next to me, and it's not because Aragorn's on the screen looking battered and sexy. "What?" I whisper.

"Not sure. Something about gibbons. And tiramisu. Miracleman. I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Ah, crap, again? What's he doing now? Can it wait till the end of hte movie?"

"Sure, there's always enough trouble to go around."

"Cool."


Miracleman - Dec 24, 2002 11:38:09 am PST #189 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

"A house. Ah. I see. Then of course you want a powerful wizard as opposed to, say, a real estate agent!!"

I scratch my neck in frustration and my fingers encounter a card. Penny B. She'll have to wait.

Where was I? Oh, right.

"So, it's not gibbons then?" At her confused look I wave it away dismissively. "Right. So. A house. Fine." I glance at ita. "Cake? We got cake? It's not the 't' word."


Am-Chau Yarkona - Dec 24, 2002 11:40:52 am PST #190 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I think I may have got on the wrong side of this Miracleman. Better explain, quick, before he blasts me or forces the t-word on me.

"Magic house," I say. Goddess, that was clear. "It's got to be a magic house."