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TG Race Week 3 PrepWeek 3 Preparations
Over There or Down Town
WUM! WUM! WUM! The noise of the aircraft is loud. Tracey and Doc stand in the belly of the giant C-5 looking at their transportation. Tracey looks at Doc who is moving his mouth. She cant hear a word he is saying. They point to the van and clamor in. The GlasSteel helps diminish the sound.
What did you want, Tracey asks her partner.
I asked what you did while I worked on our supplies.
Oh. Right. After I called Tiny who called in a favor to one of his Air Force buddies to give us a lift in this, I came walking back and saw this guy sitting by himself and I realized that we werent the last ones in Egypt. He didnt seem to be working on his vehicle, so I went over to him.
Is he meditating? Hes just sitting there hovering with his eyes closed. Ummmm, hello? Are you ok? Do you need some help?
She sees Vince open his eyes quickly. Its a l
TG War Purple Party ProposalPurple Party Proposal
The light of the monitor reflects off Traceys excited eyes as she calls out, Doc! Doc! Come here!
What is it, he calls back, Im working on something.
Were invited to something! Come look!
Very well. He works his way to look over her shoulder, What are we invited t this time?
Well, I was reading our email, and this nice lady invited us to a ball!
Doc looks a little confused, Ok.
Can we go?
The man shakes his head, We are already involved in the TG Race and the TG War, and now you want to go to this? Why?
Well, Ive never been to one before and this one sounds SO cool.
Doc looks both ways before meeting her eyes, You realize you have to wear a dress to those, right?
Her eyes go wide, Uh no.
A really frilly, elegant dress.
He continues teasing h
TG Race Week 2 EndTG Race Week 2 End
3M Magic, Mechanics, Movement
DEETLE DEETLE DOOT DEE DOO. DEETLE DEETL A hand reaches out and pops the phone open, silencing the ringer. A husky manly voice exits Traceys mouth as she answers, Hey Troy. Hows my favorite twin?
His surprised voice asks, Tracey?
Yeah, its me. My voice got changed.
Ok. Im calling to let you know that Im at the Cairo Airport. Ive got a surprise for you. See you in a few.
Ok. See you. Her reptilian tail circles around her phone and closes it. She smiles at the thought that her airline pilot brother took a week off to spend in Egypt with her. And even now he is bringing supplies from their lab.
BANG! BANG! Something strikes the van in the sand from behind. SQUEEK. SQUEEK. The suspension protests the blows. Tracey slithers outside and immediately regrets it as her two week growth of sheepskin starts itching in the heat.
Head Over Heels
Head over Heels
A young man stands on a corner depressed. He sighs and runs a hand through his short brown hair. I hate this time of year. Its always so depressing. He kicks a rock as he walks. I wish. I wish something good would happen for a change.
The rock pings off a metal overhead light pole. He looks up and cant look back down. He sees her. Across the street walking toward him is an intriguing beauty.
Her gray hair is tied in a pony tail which reaches her shoulder blades. It isnt an older persons shade, but rather a silky, shiny, almost natural color. His eyes drink in her expressive gray eyes. She is looking forward to something. Her lack of makeup and jeans show that she is practical and casual. Her jacket provides her warmth and hides her curvy figure but not from him. Her tennis shoes show him she likes the outdoors.
Ah. Now she could be the one. But with looks like that shes probably already taken. Uncons
TG War What Goes Around Part 1
What goes around Part 1
Sir, Tracey corrects herself, Uncle Ben? Where are we going? Our base of operations is here.
Ben looks back at her like she hasnt though the whole thing through, We are going to be visiting everyone in the war.
Doc looks startled, What?
Shouldnt we be taking anything with us? The rubbers, the picoss?
Ben laughs, No. Of course not. We are flying the white flag of peace. We wont be attacking. Well be getting our name out there. He pushes a button on his armrest and a screen lowers from the ceiling. On it blips a little red dot on the green screen. Driver, Lets move. Lets head to our first stop.
The two inventors would have shaken their heads in frustration, but watching the red dot is mesmerizing. Soon it is in the center and two more are near it. The car stops. Uncle Ben hops out with the other two tagging along
Cat and MouseCat and Mouse
The three women adjust their position at the top of the hill. Their black clothes hug their bodies and hide their location. Cat, the red head asks the blond, why are we doing this again?
Before the blond can answer, the brunette answers her, Because, Trina, we are the Cat Burglars.
Yes, agrees the blond named Cat, but also, Lina, there is a key component that will help us. She looks to her two companions, There is a magic ball that will let us see what whatever we want.
The mousy haired Lina continues to explain, No more will we go into houses blind. We will be able to search the house completely before setting foot inside, finding the precious loot and the sleeping people.
The red headed Trina rolls her eyes, I know all that. Youve been gushing about it for days. Why now? Why are we going with the lights on and people moving about?
Because, Cat says
Tragic CoupleTragic Couple
Fox Serum story
"This seat isn't taken, I presume?"
Dale looked up from the stein he was sipping from as the man who'd voiced this question seated himself on the barstool next to him. Warily, Dale raised an eyebrow in speculation as he mustered his sudden and unwanted companion.
Damn, I just want to finish my beer and then go home to bed... what's Jensen doing here?
While his department head at work, the sales department at a large company which was developing, producing and selling Fox Serums, was a companionable and friendly fellow, he wasn't known for visiting bars late in the evening - even less at a workday. The probability of this being a chance encounter therefore tended to be virtually zero, which meant that Jensen wanted to talk to him about something. Since he hadn'
Flora's Arrangements (TF)Flora’s Arrangements: a simple store in the middle of southeastern Florida. It’s out of the way, too far from any landscaping opportunities to make its wares desirable... But its business doesn’t rely on the selling its wares. Its business relies on a little bit of change.
Flora is a witch, and a damned good one at that. Most of her kind preferred to use others, changing humans against their will. After all, transformation is the key to immortality for their kind. But Flora is in no way a typical witch. She only nibbles on time borrowed from people’s changes, preferring to ask for permission first. Finding voluntary subjects helps her stay abreast of the law, of any authority—and it makes her popular and well-liked with her usual clients.
So, without further ado, let’s take a step into this quaint little shop with a magical owner, watch a few chapters from the life of the kind witch with a green thumb.
Trina's Monkey BusinessDay 0:
Where to begin? Well, one of the top-recommended things people had for me to become was a monkey. Which is more than a little lucky, since my keyboard hasn’t shipped to me—I’d imagine that having some opposable thumbs will come in handy with the typing.
I took the vial a little an hour ago, so there’s nothing yet to see changed. But give it a little bit of time... Anyways, you know what’s coming next, some good old fashioned TF! Hope you guys are ready, because I know I can’t wait!
It’s great to be back! -Trina
I took the serum yesterday, and as expected, today I feel... Odd. Like, I’ve shrunk a little bit, and my legs look like they’ve grown a coat of fur. Isn’t that weird? I didn’t think that I’d first be changing into a primate, but I have to admit, I think I kind of like the idea. Monkeys and humans aren’t that far apart an
TMNT A Forced Duty Ch. 4Chapter 4
The next morning the princesses were oddly quiet. The turtles and Casey looked at each other for most of the day trying to figure out what had happened. Today the princesses started their classes that were made to help them rule as queens.
“I can't believe were doing this,” Karai mumbled as they walked to the east wing of the castle, where the scholars and study rooms were located. “I bet we already know everything they're going to teach us. It'll be our princess classes all over again.”
The others nodded and entered on of the larger study rooms. An old goat humanoid turned and smiled, “Welcome princesses.” He bowed, “My name is Dr. Caprinae.”
The girls curtsied and smiled at him. They took their seats and the boys sat at the back of the room to listen. The lessons included commerce, politics, speech, mathematics, history, and literature. Once Dr. Caprinae was done lecturing, he assigned several assignments and left.
The Lamb and the Lion - Leeta and Dorian rp CDLeeta:
Leeta waited until night fell at the circus. She was a lopunny and should her sight fail her she could always fall back on hearing. She crept silently up to her objective and quickly retreated to her own cart for the evening after completing her mission.
Her objective had been the cart of the fellow doll maker of the circus, Dorian Van Bösartig, and the mission had been to drop off a doll she had made in the likeness of her fellow doll maker.
She had seen the luxray around the circus, but had been a bit nervous approaching him so she figured a cute plush with a welcome note may be the way to at least introduce herself.
She would receive no word from the luxray till the following night, when she was attending her trinket stand. The main show was commencing in the big top, so there were very few patrons about.
It was then she was silently approached by the very luxray, whom she gifted the plush look-a-like.
His blacken hair was
Spirits of TARDIS
When you are officially homeless and live on board of a time machine which looks like a police box from 1960 or something, it can seem that nothing can be insanerer (if such word exists). But now it was even crazier than usually.
Johnny-Jimmy was used to the sight of his foster father supine under the console, fixing something or fiddling with wires, but this would be not enough here.
The console room was a mess. No, that would be too calm of and expression. It was not a mess, it was chaos. Wires of different colors (even those which had never appeared in human sight) were sprawled along the glass floor and to the outside, and items of different purposes were thrown around here and there as well. Even the lantern on the top of the TARDIS was hidden in a bunch of hanging wires, and the receiver was hanging fron behind the famous PULL TO OPEN sign on the door. One careless step would be enough to get entangled in this. Literally.
Intuders, Reports, and beatings* Esaki: Avallocks left foot would hoover for a moment as he sat along a fallen rusted fence. He had been out marking the turf...keeping things in order...and just now he had decided to take a scratch break. Damn fleas and bugs. The bats would need to work harder...He'd scoff to himself before lifting his left foot to carefully scratch at his left ear. Gettin a gooood long scratch in there he'd make small pleasure grunts as his foot moved rhythmically against his ear and head. After he had enough he'd shift into a stand and shake out his fur...but pause half way through. Standing alter...ears perked...eyes wide and intense...he'd listen...he thought he heard somedog nearby...
* Rubbalite: Blue eyes were watching the young rottie mix quietly from a distance, licking her maw ever so slightly as she laid on the ground for the time being. Skelter had been wandering the territory earlier, thinking over something and seeing what was a good place to maybe do that something. Her
<dragonmissy> The gusts of wind hit her face as she was ontop of some rubble Sniff the air and look around thinking of a dog to bring along and get to know as well. She would think of the young dog that helped the other night with the beatings and she never is able to get a conversation out of her. Shes been wanting to talk to the dog for some time. She start moving through the compound and use her nose to find Skelter. Her tail relaxed as she padded through. She hummed in a better mood now from these past days.
<Rubbalite>Skelter was laying underneath a tree at the moment. Her closed eyes and calm posture suggested to others that she was asleep. On the contrary, she was wake and very much aware of her surroundings, she was just merely resting after she had done a little workout. Her mind was going over a couple of thoughts she's been having the last few days now, wondering how to go about doing certain things, when pawsteps comin
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