Summary: Domon may be right about something. Surely this signifies the end of the world.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue!
Notes: This was meant to be porny but it diverted itself. I'm sure I'll find my porn mojo again before long!
ETA THANKS TO Mariko, for betaing, helping me to get started, and generally being supportive and helpful!!!

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Stupid job. I know we have to do it, but I'm so sick of cleaning. And this house is enormous. I sigh and take off my shoes. I climb up on a chair with one foot on one arm of it, the other foot on the back of it, and begin dusting along the top shelf, around the books. Tatsuya's scrubbing the desk. Domon's in the corner, polishing a big ugly statue of some philosopher or other.

I'm nearly at the end of the shelf. There are two books, and the area in front of them, that I can't quite reach -- a big blue book on nihilism, and a small leather-bound book about dadaism. The guy who owns this place doesn't just pretend to be intellectual to impress people. There's nothing here, for, say, Domon's IQ level.
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I'm at work for my 13th straight day (about my 18th time over the last 2 weeks, too, 'cos I've brought the kids back in after hours) and I'm feeling somewhat crazed.

Oh, apparently, according to Nick, I can bend time. 'Cos I tell him in the morning that he's got 20 minutes before we have to go, then 2 minutes later (according to him) I tell him it's time to go, and THAT MUST BE THE ONLY POSSIBLE EXPLANATION.

Talk to me, peoples! Please!

Tell me the craziest food you've ever tried... what you had for breakfast this morning... about a story you're writing... something bizarre your cat did... any or all of those!!!

Please!

LOOK AT MY HALF-NEKKID OT5!

They're so CUTE.

Summary: A retelling/remix of Mariko's lovely Damaged Goods from Sion's perspective. Go read hers first if you haven't already. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue! And the original story concept is Mariko's.
Notes: Big big big thanks to Mariko for letting me do this!

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Sion ducked under the kick from the first Zenitto, thrust the heel of his hand into the chest of the second, then kicked back at the first one's head, feeling it snap back in a most satisfactory manner. He calculated that he'd used just enough force, not expending too much energy.

A third leapt at him. He got a hand under it and used its momentum to hurl it over his head. Someone yelled as he did so.

He turned with the Zenitto, and saw Domon hit by a shot aimed directly at Sion himself. Domon was thrown for over a metre, hit so hard he was knocked out of his henshin. He landed on the ground in an awkward sprawl of limbs and didn't move. "Oh, no," Sion breathed. "No, no, no."

Sion worked his way through the rest of the Zenitto which threw themselves at him, without taking his eyes off Domon. By the time he was done, Tatsuya had already reached Domon's side. Tatsuya was yelling, "Domon! DOMON!"

Sion changed back to civilian form, ran, and skidded to his knees next to them. Sion's eyes went wide when he saw the gash in Domon's shoulder. It was deep and ugly, red marring the smooth skin. "It's wrecked his shirt," Sion said irrelevantly. Domon-san likes that shirt. Domon-san won't be happy.

Domon-san isn't moving.

Tatsuya's voice had already slid over into full-fledged panic. He slapped Domon on the face. "Get up! Get up!"

Ayase was behind him, grabbing his arms. "Stop it, Tatsuya!"
( Yuuri ran over. )

Hayley sitting on her little pink add-on toilet seat... scooting across the bathroom floor with a wad of toilet paper in each hand, yelling, "STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!"

Every time I'm driving and see a car of a similar shape and colour to mine, for an instant I'm convinced I've crossed timestreams and I'm actually seeing me in the future or past.

EVERY SINGLE TIME.

'Cos he is.

Have a quote instead. From Electric Boogaloo re the beginnings of homeschooling her eldest. I love this.

The last two weeks, we’ve been playing cards and poker chips so I can get a decent idea of where he is on math. Like most children, he REALLY likes to gamble. He spent an hour tonight on his own playing a made up game against himself and was way too excited that he won.

Summary: scifisentai's wonderful Breaking
Boundaries from Yukito's perspective. Written with permission!
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, and the original story sure isn't either. I heartily recommend you read it if you haven't already. :)
Notes: Big thank you to scifisentai for graciously allowing me to do this. :)

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I lost a great deal of money today. Not because I did anything wrong. Purely because my biggest client, an office building downtown, got a better offer from a rival company to do weekly massages and adjustments on all of their office staff.

Seventy-eight people.

It's a lot of money. I could've undercut the other offer, but what would be the point? I'm not about to start underselling my services. If they want to go elsewhere, they're entitled to, and I'll still manage financially.

. . . but it's still a lot of money.

I sigh. I've found myself just outside Dino House. I drove here on autopilot. I have a feeling that my subconscious expects that when bad things happen, I should go here.

Maybe I should leave.

But no, it would be foolish to come all this way and not go inside. I push the door open.
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When I start many of my to-do lists with "find previous list", huh.

Engine Sentai Go-onger theme performed by a school band.

Damn good.

::loves Cam::

There's something about getting more icon spaces.

::sighs happily::

So if you're part of it and want to expand your repertoire, please go here and apply for a new character!

If you're not part of it, please go to the general info page at rangerville and check out the information, rules, list of characters, etc. We'd love to have more people! You don't need any previous RP experience and the story's set up so that new people can drop in any time.

If you're on the fence, just go to any of the posts at rangerville and check out the way it's been working so far. :) Or ask! Ask any question you like!

I was at home.
Went to school.
Daycare.
Work.
Supermarket.
Daycare.
Inlaws' house.
School.
Home.
Soccer practice.
Work.

Huh. No wonder I don't know if I'm Arthur or Martha.

Oh, and I've been eating more service station egg sandwiches than I probably should. I'm kind of hoping to get worms like Fry did though.

You all rock - thanks for entertaining me, supporting me, as always.

I'm going to have another go at getting caught up with posts, comments etc., in RPs and out, and I'll try to only do so in the correct journals this time. ::g::

If I miss something feel free to poke me! (um... I can't think of how to rephrase that so I'll let it stand.)

We're looking after my inlaws' place while they're away.

They gave us a set of keys. There are approximately 15 billion keys on the one keyring. Some of them are coloured.

I've been struggling to remember which one opens the front screen door, and which one opens the front wooden door.

I realised yesterday that the red key opens the dark red wooden door, and the gold key opens the gold/brown metallic screen door.

I R SMRT.

Oh, and I've also realised -- only took me approximately 15 billion years -- that my first impulse is often to be patient with people mostly because of the deeply ingrained principle of "don't piss 'em off, you might want to use them later".

I think I am considerably less nice than some people think I am. ::g::

ETA - this morning I thought we were going to be about 3 minutes late for school.

We were a day early. I got the start date wrong. SIGH.

I was looking for a pic of him from behind for ages, going to all sorts of esoteric spots, then I remembered supersentai.com. D'OH!

Inspired by conversations with the fabulous Mariko. Free for the stealing if anyone wants it!! :)

Summary: Continued from Part 1. Ayase has to help everyone else. Unfortunately, in the process, he learns some things he'd really rather not learn. But some things can't be unlearned without the copious application of a plank to the side of the head, and where is he meant to find one of those at this hour?
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue!
Notes: Started out a 2 parter, but it'll have to be 4! One for each character.

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( Domon puts a hand on Sion's cheek. Sion sighs. I touch the back of his hand. We close our eyes. )

About to try to catch up on every single RP comment & other comment - please let me know if I haven't responded to yours, as it may not be intentional!!!