Sep. 22nd, 2008

[identity profile] papayagami.livejournal.com
[Backdated a couple of days.]

Soichiro likes to check the Popcorn Room as much as the Sorting Room. He still holds out hope that a familiar face would return, because the relief of having a friend there overrides any awkward questioning he might have to face.

Except today, when he looks in, there's a new kernel, and when he checks the plaque, Mail Jeevas stood out to him.

Fuck. Matt.

Matt was pretty much the only successor he got along with.

"Shit."

"See?" A soft voice said at Soichiro's elbow as he turned to see someone (Ryuzaki?) talking to a cat. "Mean B was too mean, and now Matt's gone."

He got a fleeting glance at red eyes before B slipped away, carrying his cat who was also his other half.

Now, where was Soichiro? Ah, yes.

"Shit. Not you, Matt."
[identity profile] mello-n-choco.livejournal.com
I really don't want to have to do this, but Kurama needs to know and so does Kusu. I don't think I can face either of them right now, though, and I don't want to leave this for Near to do. He's got more than enough to handle with me.

Kurama,

Matt's name is on the popcorn plaque. Kusu needs to know, too.

M


Two lines? It's rather abrupt, even fore me, but I can't write anymore about it.

I wonder if I look under my bed if I'll find my old bear?
[identity profile] chaotic-miles.livejournal.com
Shaping young minds was, perhaps, not the sort of thing that those who knew Miles Vorkosigan well would have thought him capable of. But that was no reason why he shouldn't make a go of it. And there was a new staff position, teaching a subject about which he had some experience.

So, after at least five minutes of frenetic research, and a lot of coffee, Miles submitted the following owl.

ExpandOwl to the Sorting Hat )
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
The sign on the door was what attracted Beowulf's interest. That face had monster written all over it, metaphorically speaking. (If Beowulf had a writing utensil at hand, he might have made that metaphor a literal fact.)

He shoved the door open ... and found a strange world of TECHNOLOGY!

The little guy with the oversized red skull and glowing green eyes was not a monster. He was a dweorh. Dwarfkind were known for their craftsmanship and their cunning! Beowulf greeted this dweorh in his typical fashion and was told that its name was STRONG BAD, which made sense to Beowulf, whose name meant BEE WOLF. He asked the dweorh about the glowing boxes.

Fifteen minutes later, he was pounding on the keys ... with both forefingers ...


HWAET

BEOWULF IS MIN NAMA


The dweorh then ran a program called dumbgeat.exe to make sense of this. To the bottom of the post was added:

YO.

I AM BEOWULF.


Thanks to the dweorh's "soft wares", Beowulf could continue to add things in modern English. His typing would be transformed into something that made sense to other people (presumably). He added:

ISO MONSTERS

Leaning back in his rickety chair, Beowulf grinned and awaited the replies of many hot monsters. He waited for five whole minutes before the dweorh told him to go away. Apparently the magic of the glowing boxes required time to work. He would come back and check for monster replies!

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