Cataclysm Cafe - The Viewing Room

[onlyhalfevil]

that was one hell of a twist! woah. and the commercial. woah! i can actually feel an adrenaline rush.



votes!



1. The Late Shift

2. Futopia

3. So-Real

[Disastered]

I've been following this for a while but I was a bit of a brat and never commented, but I am a brat no more. I absolutely love love love this willow/tara tv. If only it were a real channel. At least I don't have to worry about tivo-ing all the shows. The only one I have trouble following is the late shift, did it start somewhere else?



My votes:

So-Real

Nine West

Pac Tides

[Rocktoddy]

Hallelujah and praise the Goddess of Television Guide, I can finally vote!



1. Channel Six: Flashbackland



2. Channel Three: The SO-REAL Network



3. Channel Eight: Children's Broadcast Station



Though I must do ask, what ever was your intention with "Channel Four: Must Flee T.V."? (Check back your vewy fiwst pwost) I'm curious...

"Marshmellow bunnies make you fat with arrogance!" ... "Your magic dress has gone to your head!

Skirts go UP, Piki!"- Piki & Poko, 'Ten Miles High'

[Reallybigpineapple]

(whimper)

[FunGirl]

Yoo hoo! Voting!

This is the kind of voting that won't be disappointing no matter what the outcome!



1. Pacific Tides

2. Futopia

3. Nine West

[DarkWiccan]

Ah-Ha!



Stands triumphantly.. legs akimbo.







I have come to cast my vote!



Bam! Vote #1 for SO-Real!

Bam! Vote #2 for Pacific Tides!

Bam! Vote #3 for Children's Network!



POOFS out!!

DW

"Promise me you'll never be linear." "On my trout." Support The Arts! TLC Fundraiser Forum

[UnveilTheSoulbound]

Yey Vote!!! Vote!!!



1.Pac Tides

2.Futopia

3.So-Real



....Now, I continue my lurking... Can't Wait!!!

***Cail***

To Love is to receive a glimpse of Heaven-- Karen Sunde

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler...But much less magical... -- Trey Parker and Matt Stone

[some dark thing]

It's been so long... Am I really back? Gosh... *smacks head against keyboard* Ouch. It's not a dream. It's So-Real. .... Anyway, and the nominees are....



1. The Late Shift

2. So-Real

3. Futopia

Edited by: some dark thing at: 1/15/05 8:25 am

[robotguru]

Here i be, expect C&B when i type it at the uni tomorrow



Car crash? 0-0 are you ok? Get your ass on yahell when you can sis

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There can be no rainbow without rain, you cannot know true happiness until you know sadness first.

Edited by: robotguru at: 1/16/05 2:19 pm

[ambersagoddess]

I come home from a two weeks in the hospital after a bad car wreck to CC!



What a wonderful world!



I pick...



So Real

Children's broadcast system

PACTIDES!!!!!!





Anybody seen my brother?

-Rei

"I am vindicated, I am selfish I am wrong, I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along. And I am flawed but I am cleaning up so well, I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself so clear." -Dashboard Confessional

[wiccachica]

The Futopia Channel



Fear the Light



Chapter: Dyscrasi Life





It’s worse than I thought.



I knew it....It’s worse...



I knew it the very second I saw him step out of my room and close the door behind him. He set his black medical bag on the floor near his shoes, pushed his too-long blonde hair back from his face and let out an explosive breath.



I stood waiting in the exact same spot where he had pushed me out of my own room to make me wait. It turns out people in the medical field (even ostracized doctors) don’t like it when people hover over their shoulders while they work.



I kept my arms crossed over my chest, probably looking like I had caught a chill rather than seeming foreboding. I was losing my touch.



Wade was standing next to me, his hands on his bony hips.



“What’s the prog, Doc?” He asked before I could.



“Bill?” I croaked...then cleared my throat. “Bill.”



Dr. William T. Blood (an unfortunate and career-killing name for a young family practitioner if there ever was one) picked up his black bag again.



“Well I’m glad I came when I did. It’s worse than you thought.”



I knew it...I knew it...



“She’s looking at a good week of recovery...fever...chills...the works...”



“But she’ll be okay?” Wade asked.



“She’ll be fine. I dosed her, cleaned the infection site...and whatnot.” He patted my shoulder. “She’s very not hard on the eyes...I must say...but I‘d hate to be you right now.”



“Me?”



“Well..with a fever that high...there’s apt to be some hallucinations...some really good stompers I’ll bet...”



Okay...I can deal with...



“That...coupled with the fact that your other ward and dear friend... whom I’m guessing since this is the second big moon... is going to be a walking fur coat full of big, angry, razor blades...sounds like you have a whirligig of a party about to happen...” He started to walk past me.



I reached out and took hold of the sleeve of his crisp white shirt.



“Which is why you get to be one of the party guests...” I say, relieved that Taryn was going to be fine, but also not willing to lose my “cool” status that quickly.



“I’ll just bill you...” He reasoned.



The side door opened from the garage and Ryder came in carrying two handfuls of greasy bags.



“God. I’m hungry. Anybody else hungry? I brought a couple of birds from Chubby Chickens...well...actually FIVE whole chickens....but they’re for us....well...mostly for me...but I’m up to sharing...anybody up for a midday chicken?”



We stood watching her.



She lifted the bags.



“Anyone?”



Bill scowled at me.



“This is very NOT Fair...” He impressed upon me.

---

The sound.



An awful, chattering, clicking sound brings me out of slumber sweating and trying to focus in the dark. My clothes stick to me. My hair clings to me in long, wet, ropey strands.



At first I’m not sure where I am...or why it is so cold....and before it all falls together I see it....



Something perched on the footboard, leaning back on his haunches, fiendishly defying gravity and watching me.



“ Look-look-look-look. Loooook at youuuuuu.” It says, spreading its small arms wide.

“All naaaaayked and commmmmfortable in HER bed. How sweeeet....”



“W-what are you?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.



“Whatam..whatam...whatamai....?” The thing giggles, pressing his taloned finger to his plump lips. “Shhhhh.” It says. “Don’t wake the house. The house will wake and see your haste...your haaaaayste....”



“I-I don’t understand.” I say, shaking my head.



“Big bed.” The thing comments, plucking at the blankets covering my feet. I pull my legs up and away from it. “Springy?” It asks pressing a claw into the mattress to test the buoyancy.



“I don’t know WHO you are...but I want you to LEAVE!!” I shout, pulling myself as far away from the haunched figure as I could manage.



“Shh. Me? I’m your friend. I’m your friend, Hurry-Scurry... Harum-Scarum. That’s me... Friend to all hasty girl’s with no Guilt. No Guilt at all. Who can lie and lie in great big beds and be so very dirty-dirty so very quickly-quickly...” It puts its slimy hands over its sallow chest where I know a black heart must beat. “Dirty-Dirty with girrrrls you know so very little abouuuuut...” It sings.



“GET OUT!!!” I shout, clutching the covers to me, and pressing myself as far away from it. “GET OUT- GET OUT- GET OUT!” It jumps down onto the foot of the bed. I look around for something to throw.



“Oh...pooooor baby...” It croons, inching closer. I lean to one side, still pressed against the headboard so hard that it creaks. I lift the first thing that comes into my hand, a small but heavy table statue.



“Stay away from me!!!” I shriek.



“Shh-shh-shh.” It says, trying to trick me with mock concern. “Yourrrr going to hurrrrt yourrrrrself....”



I throw the statue.



A direct hit.



It shouts in pain and withdraws, if only a few feet.



I half laugh half cry.



“I’m not dirty....I’m NOT.” I insist, feeling the room tilt and felt the edges of the dark corners close in.



“Hold...hold the room still.” I say, just as the world falls out from beneath me.

---

“I’m going to go with the Scary Hallucination behind door number two, Bob.” Wade says, helping Bill lift the unconscious blonde, tangled up in my red sheets back onto the bed as I rub the spot on my shoulder where the small but heavy statue of Venus had glanced off my shoulder.



“Is she okay? Did she hit her head?” I realize I’m hovering again and looking very uncool in the process.



Like I care.



“She’s fine. How’s the shoulder?”



“I’ll live.”



“Your girl here has quite a throwing arm....” Bill says, and then a thought hits him... “She doesn’t have issues...does she...anything dark...deep-seated?”



“Not that I know of....but then again we barely know each other...” I say carefully. When I see his eyebrow go up, I raise a hand. “Hey...YOU’RE the one who took her clothes off to examine her...not me...”



“I’m just worried that in her state and with the right triggers setting off something traumatic... she could turn out to be much more than you bargained for...”



“Put away all of the sharp, throwy things, kids....the girl’s dangerous.” Ryder says around a chicken leg. As she stands in the doorway.



I look down at the fitfully sleeping woman in my bed.



She’s a cop, Gunn....there’s nothing to worry about....





Right?



TBC....



Next up: Nine West!!!!

"I told you. I said end of the world. And you're like, "Pooh-pooh, Southern California, pooh-pooh." -Buffy

"And I'd love a cup of coffee"- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

"Drink up. The world's about to end." - Ford Prefect

[wilgen]

Huh? Yup, there is weirdness now. Gonna relax my eyebrows now.

Ooh, nine west is next, joepie.



wilgen.

[hermitfish]

Riiiiiiight....cause her hallucinations will be fluffy clouds and soft fuzzy animals....ooohhh boy......okay I can stay in the front row center now...



Yeeehaaawww...Nine West next



~Cyd

---

All you need to start an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.

~Eugene Pallette in My Man Godfrey (1936)



Altered Shadows

[Reallybigpineapple]

(Silently thanks the Powers that Be that computer does not have webcam before doing drunken dance of updatey goodness.)

MWWAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Maniacal laughter of addict about to get another update fix) NINE WEST!!! Schplendid, Pusschy, as Sean Connery as Bond would have put it...

[Grimaldi]

finally got a chance to catch up with the wonderful updates (a broken arm is no fun) nice name for the doc

I'm not stealing, I'm just taking things without paying for them. In what twisted dictionary is that stealing?
I can't watch this because its creepy and wrong and sickening...however I will watch out of curiosity

[thebardgirl]

Oh..





Hurrah. *smiles uncontrollably*







-elizabeth

"Oh, where are my manners, Tara, Willow, Willow, Tara."



-random line I know I search for in every fanfic out there.

[some dark thing]

ohhh... foreshadowing... or something...

nice work.

so, what's next? *g*

[WillowSpiritus]

I have just started reading this a week ago and i love it! When i start reading a fic that has been going on for a while i think yes lots of updates still to read and then i race trough them. I should have read slower and treasured this masterpiece! Too late now so please update



Do i get to vote? If yes:



Pacific tides

Futopia Channel

Nine west



Who am i kidding, i will love any update you give us! Thanks

[wiccachica]

This is a bit of a long one...



Channel Nine West



The Wraith



They came into Cordell two painstakingly slow miles behind their quarry.



Rue Gillis rode his horse like he lived his life...slow, shoddy and seldom sober...



Treena was bone weary and covered from head to toe with that uncomfortable, itchy grit a person gets from a too-long ride. She was certain that her passenger, who had been eerily quiet since a sweltering mile back, when she had either partially passed out from the heat... or fallen asleep against Treena’s back, her arms still around her waist.



It isn’t doing anything for YOUR temperature, is it, Maclay...?



Treena steered the horse under the arch welcoming all newcomers to town.



Cordell hadn’t changed since the last time Treena had ridden in. Even as the sun was easing down behind the horizon, she could see the town hadn’t lost much of its threadbare appearance. Though it boasted to be the largest city in fifty miles, it was only slightly larger than Tall Water. Two Hotel-Saloons, three barber shops, a town mercantile for all your sundries.



And at the very end of the main road (which was nothing more than a wider strip of dirt that lead the way in and out of town) was the broad, three-story white building with the wide siren windows that opened out to the street, and frilly red curtains.



It was the one place that Treena would be sure that Rue Gillis, due to his unfettered standing for being the violent sort, would not be welcome to stay the night.



The Red Sash Inn



Treena hadn’t seen the place or her old bounty partner since that one implausible bar room fight just over four winters ago. The fight had begun just moments after the dark-haired vixen had won the Red Sash (Back then called The Silver Spur) in an ill-fated fluke of a hand at poker.



It had been them against the room...



... and the odds always favored them in an unfair fight.



It had been quite a party. Treena still had a tell-tale scar high on her right thigh to prove it.



What had that been? A table leg or a broken bottle of hooch that had cut her?



No that it mattered. They’d won, and the Silver Spur, a bar where the patrons went in with a death wish...and usually got their wish granted, became the Red Sash...a house of ill-repute with the best reputation in four states.



Now as Treena brought Algernon up to the hitching posts in front of The Red Sash, she had a twinge of something in her gut.



Something’s going to go mighty wrong here...



Usually she wasn’t one to ignore the warning bells when they tolled, but the bell tower was tired, and grimy, and wanted to sleep in a real bed and eat real food so bad it almost didn’t matter.



If only for the night.



Still, before she helped the still woozily half-asleep Wy down from the horse, she made sure she had full chambers in both guns. She snicked them closed and leathered them before reaching up to get the redhead down.



“Where are we?” Wy mumbled, looking like she’d rolled in dust.



“We’re in Cordell. We’re going to stay up at the inn here...” Treena said, hoping Wy’s education about houses of ill-repute were limited to the Tall Water type...openly uncouth.



She might not even realize the Red Sash was “of that sort”.



“I’d stay in a barn right now if it had some nice, soft hay.” Wy said with a drowsy smile.



“Well this is right better than a barn.” Treena offered, leading the way up the steps, trying to look nonchalant, but keeping her palm on the handle of her right pistol.



She opened the door, and peered inside.



Not much had changed since she’d left. A little more expensive looking...the bar area had become a lobby. The sitting couches were currently devoid of any patrons... or ladies for that matter. All seemed quiet, but Treena kept her guard a little higher than she normally kept it.



Behind the counter stood a slender black-haired woman in a billowy white blouse and a deep red vest. When she looked up from her work, her brows furrowed in confusion.



Treena pulled the dusty hat from her head, and the woman brightened like a lamp in a dark room.



“Why…is that THE Treena Maclay? The fastest gun, and best legs this side of the law?” Treena hung her hat on the posts near the door.



“Only if you happen to be Sissy Spurstrap. The fastest mouth and best poker player I ever met.” Treena said as Sissy came around the counter to give her old friend a hug.



Wy watched this exchange with a little more than passive interest. Who was this dark haired woman who looked too well-groomed to be associating with a bounty hunter covered in trail dust? When they pulled apart, Sissy kissed both of the blonde’s cheeks and brushed at the lip color she’d left like it was more intrusive than the day’s worth of dirt.



“I’d like you to meet my friend….” Treena said, and only then did Sissy turn her attention to her second guest. “This is Wy, Wy, this is Sissy Spurstrap. She owns this lovely establishment.” Wy offered her hand and Sissy shook it with a slightly wary edge.



“Nice to meet you.” Wy said, equally wary of this tall siren who seemed to know far too much about Treena Maclay’s legs to suit her...



And what is this new thing about CARING about anything or anyone Treena Maclay does or...did…?



“Nice to meet YOU.” Sissy said, looking Wy over from head to toe. Then she looked over Wy’s shoulder to Treena. “Since it looks like you’re providing your own entertainment, you’ll be wanting a room with a BIG bed I take it?”



“Two rooms.” Treena said with a noticeably forceful look.



“I’ve only got one room.” Sissy said with a wry smile.



“Two beds?” Pressed Treena.



“One bed. BIG….that’s why I offered.” Sissy said. “It’s got a bath INSIDE the room….”



“We’ll take it.” Wy insisted immediately.



“We’ll take it.” Treena said with a quirk of her eyebrows at her old friend.



“I’ll get the key and have one of the girls bring you up some clean clothes. You two can come down after you get washed up. We’ll have a drink and you can tell me what you’ve been doing for the last four years…” Sissy went back behind the counter and retrieved the only key left on the hook.



Room Four.



Again that funny little bell…going off…signaling something…something….not ….right…



“That sounds right by me.” Treena said evenly, taking the key.



“Shall I show you up?” Sissy asked sweetly.



“I remember the way.” Treena said, starting up the stairs with Wy. Sissy smiled them right up the stairs.



ROOM FOUR



Treena keyed into the room and held the door for Wy. The room was better-looking that it had been back when she’s known it, but a bath had been added to the center of the room and the bed had been changed out for a bigger, better one. Though the room was twice the size of any of the others at the inn, the bed had taken away the grandiose feeling one usually got walking into a room that big.



Must be nice to come into this kind of money… Treena thought, turning in a circle once on her way in. Mostly to take in the room, but more importantly to make sure her bells were wrong and that they were alone…no surprises.



Wy was already at the cast iron tub, staring wondrously at the white enamel surface on the inside.



“It’s one of those slick white ones from the catalogs!” She said. Treena had seen one or two before, but feigned interest.



“Nice.” She said, watching Wy look inquisitively at the spigot at the head of the bath. Treena took off her gun belt and her vest and tossed them on the big bed. “That’s the kettle where they heat up the water over there, and right next to your shoe there is the foot pump.” Treena said. Wy looked genuinely impressed at her knowledge of the modern bath tub.



What would she say if Treena told her that she had actually been in a place that had hot water pulled up through pipes when you turned the handle?



Funny how much you want to impress this woman, Maclay... The apple this morning, The Inn, the bath tub...



Treena smiled slightly and walked over to strike a match under the kettle. “I’ll give you first dibs on the shiny bath trough.” She offered gruffly, getting another surprised and impressed look from the woman, and feeling it warm her more than the sun could possibly have tried all day.

---

Now...there was something about a beautiful woman bathing luxuriously not five feet away that could unnerve even the most hardened, law abiding citizen (which Treena admitted she was not by any standards).



Treena stood at the window overlooking the street, listening to the decadent splashing in the tub behind her.



“This is a really nice place.” Wy said from the water. “Really nice.” Treena watched the street without turning.



“It’s okay.” She said carefully. Wy splashed around for another moment, trying to warm up to a topic she’d been thinking too much about.



“So how do you know that....Spurstrap woman?” She asked...pretending not to care much at all...but in truth caring a bit too much. Treena only half turned at the question, keeping her gaze politely out the window.



“She’s my ex-partner.” Treena said.



“That woman doesn’t seem like the shoot-em-up type.” Wy said... searching the water for the soap she’d lost.



“Oh, Sissy was the looks and the brains of the outfit...I was just the brawn...” Treena admitted.



“You’re plenty smart and pretty enough on your own” Wy argued...a little too vehemently to be ambiguous. She cringed. “I mean...you look...like you could hold your own...when it comes to that...that kind of thing...” She stumbled over the words, and finally conceded to looking intently at the soap dissipating in her hands.



Dissipating like any thread of dignity you ever had, Wy...



Treena stayed silent, peering at the street below. A couple of drunk cowboys lollopped across the strip, holding each other up. Treena felt her cheeks burning furiously. She hadn’t felt the middle drop out of her stomach in a long time....She suddenly felt elated, giddy, ecstatic...



And unsafe...



You could loose a lot more than your good sense over this woman, Maclay...



Treena swallowed. She tried to gather her thoughts, but it was like trying to hold on to two handfuls of greased frogs....so she stayed silent.



There’s something here...you feel that SOMETHING...right???



Wy shook off the thought and looked from the unfathomably quiet blonde at the window to the area around the large tub. Another thought struck her.



Towels...



Where were the gall-darned towels?



She cleared her throat.



“You wouldn’t happen to know where the bath linens are?” She asked meekly.



Treena turned from the window, looking everywhere, it seemed, but the bath area where a beautiful woman sat steeping.



Who put stupid bath tubs indoors anyhow? Who’s idiot idea was tha....?



There were no towels in the room.



Treena picked up the next best thing... the extra bed linens. She shook out a crisp white sheet and marveled at how soft it was compared to the sheets she’d ever slept on.



“This’ll have to do.” She said, holding it up next to the tub, averting her eyes just enough to seem polite but also allow the redhead into her peripheral vision.



She felt Wy move into sheet as she stepped out on Treena’s side, pulling it down and around her. Treena let the ends go, her arms surrounding Wy by no plan of her own.



Wy stood with the sheet draped around her, only having to look up slightly into the Blonde’s stoic expression. Neither woman moved.



She’s close enough to kiss me... Wy thought, looking for a fraction of an instant at the bounty hunter’s VERY close lips. She tilted her head ever so slightly to make herself a better target.



What are you doing, Wy???? You don’t just going around inviting near strangers to kiss you!



But she was...and she noted how the blonde was very much accepting the invitation. Treena’s brown seemed to knot only a heartbeat in silent consternation before she leaned in.



What are you doing, Maclay??? Can’t you hear the damn warning bells going off??? Don’t you care that kissing this woman exactly what you shouldn’t do right now???



She didn’t.



Not yet anyhow.



All that mattered right then was that she had been given express permission to kiss those lips, and that she couldn’t be distracted by shoulds or shouldn’ts.



The insistent knock at the door, on the other hand, was another story altogether.



Treena paused halfway to Heaven. Her face unreadable.



“Hold that thought.” She said, stepping away and walking over to the door.



ding-dong-ding-dong... The bells....



She pulled the door open, reached down to her hip, and silently cursed herself for being caught off guard as her hands found nothing but air.



“Isn’t this a sight....” Sissy drawled, stepping into the room...pushing Treena back inside with the muzzle of her Colt. “Am I interrupting?” She took a handful of Treena’s hair and pulled her head back far enough to fit the gun under her chin.



“Yes.” Treena said through her teeth...wondering if she could take the woman when her attention turned...even for a flash.



“Don’t bother. You’re quick...but my sponsor is quicker...” Treena looked past the gun, past the woman holding it, to the slim, blonde wild-haired man in the hallway. He lit a hand rolled cigarette with a match and shook it out gently.



“Lookin mighty well, Maclay. How long has it been?” He asked in that satin voice of his. She hated that voice.



Damnit. Damnit all....



“I forget...It’s been a long time, Jas.” She said coolly. Billy Jasper sauntered into the room.



“Have a seat on the bed there.” He said and waited patiently for Wy, still wrapped in the sheet, to sit down before he turned to Treena.



“A girl should never forget the love of her life.” He reasoned with a small quirk of his lip. Treena flinched and Sissy pulled harder on her long mane of hair. Treena glared at him from her disadvantaged position.



“A girl didn’t forget...you killed her, Jas...” Treena growled.



Wy was still standing, confused by this turn of events. Wasn’t Treena supposed to kissing her right now? What were these people doing here?



And then there was the laugh... A drunken hyena’s cackle erupting from the hallway.



“I tole you I’d lead her right to you, Jas...” Rue Gillis said from the door. “Now you gonna pay me, right?”



“You get to take your share out of Sissy’s.” Jas said smoothly. Treena looked over the muzzle of Sissy’s gun to the woman who had once been her friend.



“You and I are going to have words when this is over.” Treena said without changing her cool expression. She watched Sissy’s upper lip twitch slightly.



“This isn’t going to be over any time soon.” She said to Treena. “I’m willing to bet on that.”



Treena rolled her eyes over to Jas.



“So what happens now?”



“Now we’re going to take the woman who’s been figurin’ she’s been after me all this time...and her new little...acquaintance... and introduce them both to a whole big, bright world of pain.



He motioned Rue to Treena and Wy. The mangy man started towards the redhead on the bed with a malicious grin.



Treena thought Wy was standing up to run. The redhead lifted her arms and the sheet slipped down to pool around her feet.



Rue pulled up short.



She had the element of surprise...



She also had Treena’s shiny Colt revolvers in both hands. She leveled them off at Rue and Jas.



“Looks like everybody’s gonna be dropping something here, boys...” She said with a steely look that, quite frankly, no one was looking directly at. “I’m guessing it’ll be guns or bodies...”



She sounded... serious In fact...she sounded almost....professional...



Rue didn’t have any guns. He’d left his in Tallwater. Jas delicately brought his guns out with two fingers and tossed them on the floor near her feet.



No one moved for a moment. Not even Treena when Sissy snaked her arm around her neck and brought the gun up to her temple.



“Drop YOUR guns...or I shoot HER.” She said, her new leverage making her sound bold.



Wy smiled.



“Let’s make a deal...” She said.





TBC...



Next up: Pac Tides: The Beach!

"I told you. I said end of the world. And you're like, "Pooh-pooh, Southern California, pooh-pooh." -Buffy

"And I'd love a cup of coffee"- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

"Drink up. The world's about to end." - Ford Prefect

[WillowSpiritus]

Great update! Thanks thanks thanks.



Wy and her guns

[Reallybigpineapple]

Old Nerdy Fan gallops down the dusty main street at a breakneck pace. Sees camera and stops horse abruptly in cloud of dust.

Looks into camera and takes out some chewing tobacco with a bored facial expression. Tips hat.

- Howdy, ma'am. I reckon that wasn't such a bad update you've gone and wrote.

Picks at poncho, looking blasé. Spits tobacco juice on the ground. Shuffles feet.

EH, WHO AM I KIDDING!!!!!

YIIHHA! Jumps onto horse, shoots guns repeatedly in all directions, horse rearing, hat flying through the air.

-THAT'S ONE OF THE BEST DARN UPDATES YOU IS EVER WRITTEN!!! And we almost got us some of them there smoochies as well! And real nice and long, just the way we like 'em!! Although it is kinda mean to to leave us gals hanging with this here picture of miss Wy in her birthday suit... I think I'm gonna have to mosy on over to yonder brothel to celebrate with a shot af that old cactus whiskey...

Much obliged for plannin' to update The Beach as well, Ma'am!

Rides over to brothel, mosies on over to bar and orders shot of whiskey. Drinks up, orders another. Starts crooning softly to self:- I'm just a poor, lonesome cowgirl... Puts head in hands and starts to sob.

-The waitin'! The tension between updates! I just can't take it anymore!! Please update soon. Go ahead, make my day...

Edited by: Reallybigpineapple at: 2/1/05 4:21 pm

[Disastered]

That ending actually made me squeal in delight. The image of naked Wy being all controlling like that cause quite a bit of this :



I can't wait for Pac Tides

[wilgen]

Noooo, you can’t leave us there….. and Wy who is naked and she might get cold waiting for the next update and that can lead to a cold and then to freezing….sneezing…wheezing…and finally pneumonia. And then we’re in the middle of a hospital fic.

Wait, isn’t there already a hospital fic. ** flips thru channels **.

[thebardgirl]

Holy schnazzlefrazzlebazzle...



*tries to speak coherently*



Frigginalakajajawawaaa...



*tries again*



Balajakaslalala....



*tries AGAIN*



UHwalawillownaaaakkkeedd.....



*faints*



-elizabeth

"Oh, where are my manners, Tara, Willow, Willow, Tara."



-random line I know I search for in every fanfic out there.

[wiccachica]

WillowSpiritus... No.....thank YOU for reading this stuff! How else would I get to write plots like this?



Reallybigpineapple... I thought you’d enjoy this one. I’ll try to keep the tension down by updating soon. And look out for another vote coming up right after this next Beach update! (Buys you another round of cactus whisky)



Disastered... Yeah...when I wrote it I was like...” Hmmm...where did THAT come from???” Couldn’t have been some aberrant fantasy of mine....nope...uh uh....



Wilgen... LOL... Wy catching cold. Now I’m actually wondering if that wouldn’t be a hoot. And yes...there’s a hospital flick floating around out there somewhere....hmm....



thebardgirl... I live to flabbergast you. I do. I like to keep you at a constant level of discombobulation, scatterpation and all that jazz. And I guarantee....I’ll drop a million sheets to get you to faint like that. Heh.





Stay tuned for The Beach and a vote soon!

"I told you. I said end of the world. And you're like, "Pooh-pooh, Southern California, pooh-pooh." -Buffy

"And I'd love a cup of coffee"- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

"Drink up. The world's about to end." - Ford Prefect

[thebardgirl]

"I live to flabbergast you. I do."



You know, that figures. Really, it does. And if it makes you feel any more accomplished, I am utterly, totally confused. (As usual.)



And if YOU'RE the one dropping the sheets...well, I might just go one step further and have a concussion next time. Never thought a fanfic could do that to a person....but, I'm learning something new everyday.



Want update!!!



-elizabeth

"Oh, where are my manners, Tara, Willow, Willow, Tara."



-random line I know I search for in every fanfic out there.

[Reallybigpineapple]

Darn Tootin'!

And I just luurve the The Beach! Thanks for the whisky!

Gonna need it to brace myself for the mental picture of Tara in a bikini (fanning herself with Stetson).

Is Sissy Dru, Faith, equal parts of both or none of the above?

Raises glass: Here'sch looking at you kid!

Update soon? I just love it when you talk dirty...

[wiccachica]

Channel Five:

The Pactides Channel

Episode of....The Beach



Swish-swish-swish-swish



I marched through the sand toward Kali’s house with an unprecedented focus, even for me,... I held my sparkly green gown out of the sandy salt water with one hand.



I had to stop once to catch my breath and regather my forces. My body still ached.



Resolve had staved off much of the pain, but as I stood in the ankle-deep water like a triathlon swimmer coming out of the tides, chest heaving, it came back to me in all its glory.



“You look like a mermaid...” Came a clement voice from somewhere behind and below where I stood. I whipped around, not seeing anyone in the dim light of the moon.



“Wha?” I breathed aloud, trying to get my eye to adjust.



A form shifted slightly on the beach not far from where I stood. Just above the water line. The figure was sitting up, eyes glittering.



I stood stock- still... breathing heavily.



I suddenly realized that I had no idea what I had meant to do when I had gotten to Kali’s house.



When I saw her again...



I didn’t know what I’d do... because I had no plan.



Heck...I guess I didn’t know what I’d say either...because instead of the fiery message I had started off with...that this was all crazy, and that we didn’t have to surrender to this windswept drama that seemed to be scripted just for us...



I started to cry.



No..correction...I started to bawl uncontrollably. Loud and unabashedly raw sobbing that harbored the last two day’s events that had finally taken their toll and the floodgates had been thrown open.



I swish-shuffled hurriedly over to where Kali sat looking up at me, and knelt down in front of her. She took my hands in hers, and I clutched them in mine as though I was drowning.



When she kissed the hands that she held in hers, I sobbed even harder.



I pulled my hands free to put my arms around her, and she pulled me down to her in a fervent embrace.



“You looked so beautiful last night.” Kali murmured against my neck...



Alright...Big surprise...I kept right on crying. She kissed my shoulder. “And then that guy was kissing you and I...?”



I was just warming up to the feel of Kali’s lips against the skin on my throat.



Just about to...



Hmm???



I stopped crying abruptly and pulled back to look at her.



“Whazzah-kissing-angelo-hmm?” I burbled, confused for a moment. I wiped at my teary face.



“That tall broody-looking guy.” Kali reminded me. I sat up straighter.



“Kiss Angelo?” I vexed. “There was no kissing Angelo. No...no...no. We were staging an escape. It was all very James Bondy and sneaky...really. There was no kissing...” I explained lamely.



“You were trying to escape an elegant party?” She sounded unsure but hopeful.



“I wouldn’t call anything my father has a hand in elegant.” I said. “But yes I was trying to escape that party...that life...really.”



Kali shook her head, half understanding...but also truly incapable of knowing a world without the love of family and friends. A world where pain wasn’t issued by mere accident, but was formulated by someone who was supposed to love and protect you.



Rosie wanted to know the kind of world Kali lived in. She wanted to be a part of it. Wanted to feel safe...



“What are you going to do?” Kali asked her, sounding fearful of the answer.



Rosie had two choices:



She could be on the next plane back to her Aunt’s house in California. She could leave this entire experience behind. The bruises would heal. The pain she felt would subside... and this would all be just a memory in a year or two...



Or she could see where this wonderfully amazing...



What did she want to call it...? Experience...? Adventure...?.....Love? was going to take her. There would be rough waters ahead if she stayed. Not the wisest choice by far...



Look at what had happened up till now.



It was a bad choice.



No...worse...



It was a dangerous, youthful, and headstrong choice that didn’t make any sense except to quell a selfish...



desire...to be close to Kali.



Rosie rested on her knees with her head down...rolling this over in her mind.



When she looked up, she was smiling.



“Could you just...hold me...for a while and I’ll think about it?” She asked...the answer already apparent on her face.



Kali put her arms around her, and pulled her in close. “I can do that.” She said.



They rocked together to the tempo of the ocean.



It was in that moment, and all the ones that followed after, that Rosie knew what it must feel like to feel safe.



Safe and loved.



Rosie closed her eyes and smiled. Kali looked out over the ocean.



“I know...a place.” Kali said softly.



“Hmm?” Rosie murmured contentedly. “A place?”



“Where your father won’t find you...us...” She said. Rosie felt hope glimmer inside her. She pulled back just enough to look at Kali’s expression. She was serious. “It’s not far from here. ..in the rain gully...”



“A rain gully?” Rosie was confused.



“A safe place...A secret place...But it’s not easy to get to.” She watched the redhead’s expression, hopeful.



Maybe the operative word WAS going to be adventure after all...



“Let’s go.” Rosie said.



“First light.” Kali said. “That’ll give me more time to...let you...think...” She smiled, embracing her again, gently.



Adventure with a dash of Love...



TBC...





Okay kids...time to Vote...



Top three get produced!







Television Guide:



Channel Two: The Living Woman Network



Channel Three: The SO-REAL Network



Channel Four: The Late Shift Comedy Hour: Sponsored By Hungry Puppy Donuts Inc.



Channel Five: Pacific Tides Television



Channel Six: Flashbackland



Channel Seven: Futopia Channel



Channel Eight: Children's Broadcast Station



Channel Nine: Nine West[/i]

"I told you. I said end of the world. And you're like, "Pooh-pooh, Southern California, pooh-pooh." -Buffy

"And I'd love a cup of coffee"- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

"Drink up. The world's about to end." - Ford Prefect

[tinnakaren]

Oohh! Updatey goodness with chocolate sprinkles on top.. thank you Wonderful fiction as always. This remains to be my favorite network of all the networks in the big network galaxy. Does such a place exist? Sure it does.



*pushes her way through the crowd and hurls herself towards the remote..* got it! yay!



1. So-Real

2. Pacific Tides

3. Nine West

x Tinna Karen



"You're not gonna jokey-rhyme your way outta this one." - Willow in Pangs

[wilgen]

Lovely update and wondering what the weather is like over there because sitting near the ocean can lead to a cold and then there is the hospital fic again.

Wait a minute…is every story leading to one? Will there be a cumulating story with all the different Willows and Tara’s?



Ooo and look *squeals* it’s time to choose again. Man, that’s one tough job, so let me think….uhm…:



Channel Nine: Nine West – because of poor naked wy, while she is waiting for the update I’m gonna search for the most softest, thickest, cuddliest, warmest, multi colored see thru blanket for her;



Channel Four: The Late Shift Comedy Hour: Sponsored By Hungry Puppy Donuts Inc. – just because I'm muchly loving the craziness;



Channel Two: The Living Woman Network – the one and only HOSPITAL fic.



Yep, that is my choice……I think………yes, yes it is…………definitely.