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Recognition

Baby toddles around the corner, hand held tightly in Charlie's.

"I'm sure he's here somewhere."

Baby scans another room, frown darkening into a glower, and sets off again.

A home office in a colour Charlie would paint—

Baby pulls her to the next door, scowling harder.

A nursery with furniture and toys Charlie would buy.

Baby idles, tempted.

"Only three left on this floor," Charlie urges.

Baby throws a glare at the happy ducklings skipping around the wall and lets Charlie lead the way.

A kid-friendly bathroom with a sensible shower/tub.

"One sec?" asks Charlie.

Shuffling of feet.

Charlie tries the faucet. Water splashes into the sink. A proper house, then. Charlie still can't shake the 'cardboard facade' vibe.

Baby tugs on Charlie's pants.

"Right. Two more."

The next door opens into a master bedroom that smells like home.

Charlie closes it quickly.

There's a second staircase at the end of the hall; sunlight streams through huge windows so the last room has no natural light, or, as Charlie's heart settles, alternative escape routes for the two armoured people inside.

Logan, sprawled in a beanbag, flops an arm (probably in greeting).

Baby becomes a scrunched, tense, ticking tantrum of a child, and stomps—

"Hey, Firefly," croaks Jackson.

Baby turns back to the study.

"Worried we wouldn't find you?" says Charlie.

Jackson rubs the back of his neck—or tries, at any rate.

"We were just about to turn the house upside-down," adds Charlie, absently combing Baby's curls.

Jackson glances at his clunky boots and the arch of off-texture area rug. "Yea, been pacing some."

"You've actually worn a track in the carpet," commends Charlie, moving to hug him—

Baby tugs at her pant leg.

Charlie stops short. "What's up, bean?"

Baby tries pulling Charlie from the room.

Jackson goes down on one knee. "Hey, Baby, it's me, your dad."

Baby shrinks against Charlie's leg.

Jackson's eyes prick. "Baby—"

Baby smothers a scream against Charlie's pants.

Charlie caresses Baby's head, eases to the floor. "Dad's just wearing a funny hat, bean. It's okay."

A frantic head shake, clutching for the back of Charlie's shirt.

Jackson pulls off the helmet, sets it on the floor beside him. "It's gone, Baby. Just me now."

Baby peeks around Charlie's shoulder.

Jackson smiles, opens his arms. "Just your dad."

Baby reluctantly releases Charlie.

"My voice is still mine. Promise."

Charlie lifts her arm as Baby squeezes against her side.

"And I'm still yours."

Baby folds two chubby hands on Jackson's leg, searches his face.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

Satisfied that, in fact, this big, clunky thing is the paternal unit, Baby climbs onto Jackson's knee.

"See, Monkey?" Presses a kiss to Baby's forehead. "Only a silly costume I have to wear sometimes. Still your dad in here."

Baby stretches out a hand, pats the armor's chest plate.

Book saunters in, pursued by a flustered stylist, says, "You look like a robot."

Jackson scoops Baby onto his shoulders and grins at Book. "Better a robot than a Storm Trooper like the Americans do."
VS-04 (meta)

## The Bay

Where is Vulcan's bay relative to the doors?

Vulcan launches from Bay Two, right next to the exit doors onto the water. Which means about as far from the doors into the main Shatterdome as possible. Striker lives next door in Bay Four. There're Mark-IVs in One and Three.

## Pietr & Driving

Are people in the hangar cognizant that Pietr can't hear them driving about?

The ones working regularly in the VS bay are. Outside of that area, Pietr's usually moving with at least one other person so they clue him in. Because this is a more accessible PPDC, everything that needs a cue utilitizes signals for more than one sense.

How often does Pietr have a near-miss with a cart?

I'm gonna guess Pietr had a LOT of those close calls at the beginning, but by now most of the cart drivers on his shift have figured out that the curly top can't hear them coming, especially the ones who work in the even-numbered bays, which are all on the same side of the alley. If there isn't too much vibration he might be able to feel them coming up behind him. Maybe they make him wear some sort of reflective insignia to warn the drivers that he can't hear them and might not dodge like the majority of his colleagues.

But, yea, he probably has a near miss fairly regularly. There are probably jokes about padding him or the carts' front bumpers after he gets nudged the hundredth time.

And, this could set up more bunny jokes, seeing as he probably has to 'hop' out of the way at the last second a bit.

## Crew

### Vulcan's chief

I love how we just can't find the name of the J-Tech Chief. What's that about?

I bet it's because the Chief thinks it's cool to be known as just a variation of 'the Chief' :D

That ... makes perfect sense.

doesn't it though? XD

### Reputable Person

The Chief glances back around, turns the rest of the way. "Sorry, mate, you good with [reputable person] taking over?"

I believe their surname is 'Tufo'.
Urban Legend

## Meta

**Timing:** post-war, but before the move to The Village

**Setting:** Street between the Vos residence and the 2nd Darling-Jones house; inside the 2nd Darling-Jones house

## Text

Book and Baby stroll along the sidewalk one late afternoon {in summer} on the way back from Pokémon practice at Izzy's house.

"Wanna use fairies," murmurs Baby.

"But what else?"

"Just fairies."

"You can't /**just** use fairies!" insists Book.

"Watch."

"You run into a Steel-type—"

"I destroy them."

"Oh look," declares an unfortunately familiar voice.

Book stops short.

Baby runs into Book.

Above them, tree leaves whisper.

Harper blocks the sidewalk, entourage fanned out behind. "It's Lizzy's li'l boong pets." Shoves Book.

Book stands firm, fists clenched.

"C'mon an' hit me, then. {Or are you too scared to without your owner?}"

Book holds perfectly still.

"Chickens," Harper sniffs. "[You gonna run away like your dad?]."

Book flinches.

Baby glares.

"Dad. Din't. Run."

"Then where was he?"

"[They got lost!"

"Your mum just says that to make you feel better. /**Ev'ry**one knows—"

Branches rattle.

Baby looks up.

A slow smile creeps across Book's face.

"What's so funny?"

"Drop bear," Baby coos.

Harper gestures dismissively. "There's no such thing."

The branch directly above Harper bends dangerously.

"Wanna bet?" Book points up, grinning.

Harper peers into the tree.

Something gray and trimmed with sharp edges bursts from the leaves making a horrible sound.

"/**Augh!** Gerroff!" Harper flails.

"Drop bear!" shriek Harper's posse, scattering in all directions.

Book and Baby shoot off home.

.

"We're back!" shouts Book.

"Are you the very best?" asks Jackson, coming from the kitchen.

"You bet! Where's Jupiter?"

"In the kitchen. We're getting dinner ready for your mum—shoes, first!"

"Da-ad!"

"If you want to take over vacuuming, you can keep your shoes on."

Book and Baby tuck their shoes on the mat by the wall.

"Go forth!"

"Whoopee!" Book shoots off.

"I'll leave you to it?" asks Jackson.

Baby nods.

Jackson runs a hand through the tuff of curls. "Good to have you home, kiddo."

Baby leans closer, hums, kisses his knee, pulls away.

Jackson returns to the kitchen.

Baby creeps along the hall, peering about, noting everything.

Logan sits on the couch, reading.

Snicket curls around Logan's neck, sleeping.

Baby trumps over.

Snicket cracks open an eye.

Logan looks up over his glasses.

Baby climbs onto the cushions.

Snicket lifts his head.

Logan raises an eyebrow.

Baby inches closer.

Snicket lies back down.

Logan turns back to his book.

"Thank you," whispers Baby, kissing Snicket between the ears.

Snicket recoils, digs in his back claws—

"/**Ow!**"

—but his momentum still cartwheels him over the back off the couch.

Baby giggles.

Logan pulls his collar aside, examines the parallel scratches. "Crazy cat," he mutters.

Baby peers behind the couch.

Snicket scrubs at the spot furiously with his leg, notices Baby watching, twists to his feet, and stalks away, nose in the air.
Watch

2026

Derek wakes up, Jason's arm under his side in just the spot so as not to be uncomfortable.

From close behind, Jason's voice, low and gravelly with sleep, greets, "Morning." His hand, warm on Derek's midriff, plucks at his waistband.

Derek rolls over, wiggles up, right into Jason's hand, nips at his neck.

Jason adds a bit of nail.

Derek makes an almost embarrassing sound (if Jason and Andrea didn't find them as adorable as they did); pushes himself onto one elbow, presses his mouth to the tendon now in reach and nibbles--

Jason shivers, curls his fingers.

Derek keens, finds Jason's hip, Jason--

Flexes his hand, grinds the heel of his palm up--

Derek cants his hips--

Jason winces.

Derek makes his hand relax; hides his face in Jason's shoulder, skin burning. "Sorry."

Jason grunts, strokes softly--

Andrea yawns, smiles sleepily.

"Getting us all ready for you," says Jason, rocking his wrist.

Derek stutters.

Andrea tucks herself back in under Jason's arm. "Gonna watch."

"Not a whole lot to see."

Derek gasps, shudders.

Andrea snuggles close. "Favorite part."

Jason hums, rubs the small of Derek's back, kisses Andrea's hair.
Playdate arc (meta)

Thoughts:

Jamie posing as a tree clipper (with other tree clippers), making note of potential allies (and their licence plates so he can actually figure out who they are).

Jamie brings his idea to Griet ("Similar Boats"?), Griet attempts small talk with Charlie and Jackson (this is where Charlie asks about what Pietr does; Jackson recognizes him, attempts to hide how desperate they are for an ally). Do they part ways without a further encounter? Does Griet suggest they meet at a park? (If the latter, Jackson non-verbally pleads with Charlie to accept.)

At the park, they talk about names and stuff.

At a later date, "Cancellation", Lachlan and Jason come up.

How 'bout?

1. "Stakeout": Jamie looks for allies for Jackson and Charlie by staking out the CDL parking lot as a groundskeeper
2. "Similar Boats": Jamie talks to Griet about befriending Charlie and Jackson, focusing on how they're new to Shatterdome life and how much a veteran could help them adjust
3. "Teammates": Griet asks Pietr what he knows about the Rangers & Charlie; the story of Charlie glaring at him [have some notes]
4. "Inside Man": Jamie plots with Logan, Pietr, and Jackson to have Pietr carry messages in and out of the Shatterdome; Logan recognizes Jamie's description of their potential ally from the "Locker" incident and from Izzy's fight at the CDL [have some notes]
5. "Introductions": Griet attempts small talk with Charlie and Jackson at the CDL; it goes fairly poorly because of Pietr's job; Jackson pressures Charlie to accept a playdate at the park, emphasizing how well the kids get along; Charlie grudgingly agrees [have some notes about Charlie's initial reaction to seeing Pietr]
6. "Playdate": Charlie, Griet, and all the fluffles meet for a playdate at a neutral park; the adults chat about baby names (Pietr may also be present and riding herd on the fluffles while the mums talk, maybe Andrea or Derek, too) [currently part of the second half of "Similar Boats"]
7. "Cancellation": Another date at the park, Charlie gets word Jackson's leave is cancelled, Jason and Lachlan come up
Shortwave

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No Logan for four whole schools.

Baby hugs Baby's knees close, sends out as loud "sads" as Baby can.

A shadow.

Baby doesn't look up.

Fabric moving.

A nudge to Baby's foot.

Baby looks up--/**shoots** up, burrows into Jacknlogan's chest, curls up there beside his heart.

Jacklogan wraps his arms around his middle, chest vibrating, presses his forehead to Baby's crown.

Baby scrunches up, presses Baby's forehead to Jacknlogan's.

"Missed you," whispers Jacknlogan.

"Miss you," whispers Baby.

Jacknlogan shudders, takes a deep breath.

Baby shudders, burrows more deeply into Jacklogan's chest.

Jacknlogan starts walking.

Baby basks.

Jacknlogan squeezes.

Baby acknowledges.

The grey person with cloth hair says, ""We have a new game for for you and Ranger Jones.""

Baby turns to ice.

"You two can take as long as you want, and Ranger Jones can stay for the rest of the week."

Jacknlogan squeezes.

Baby looks up at Jacknlogan.

Jacknlogan looks at Baby.

Baby searches Jacknlogan's face.

Jacknlogan isn't saying anything.

Baby wiggles around, peers over the top of Jacknlogan's shirt.

The grey person with cloth hair smiles warmly at Baby from across the table, offers a rectangle.

Jacknlogan sits but doesn't take it.

The grey person with cloth hair settles the rectangle in front of Baby and Jacknlogan, takes out highlighters and a textbook, and starts colouring.

Jacknlogan nudges Baby.

Baby nudges back.

Jacknlogan pokes 'go'.

.

Reception: Broadband | ****Shortwave****
Raid

## Meta

**Timing:** mid-April 2019 (Book is born 10 July 2019; using a reverse due date calculator puts conception at 11-17 Oct 2018, adding six months lands in mid-April)

**Setting:** The 1st House

## Text

Charlie is awake.

Movement from the kitchen.

Jackson tucked up against her side.

"Logan's here."

Jackson grumbles, sticks his head under the pillow.

Charlie stifles a laugh against his neck. "You don't want to see his face?"

Jackson drags himself on top of the pillow, blinks consideringly.

"It'll be /**hilarious**." Charlie eases out of bed, pulls on a shirt lacking the propensity to ride up.

Jackson fumbles for his mobile, offers it in Charlie's general direction—

She turns on the camera, starts the recording, hands it back.

—gets himself out of bed, and yawns.

"Shall we?"

Thumbs up.

Jackson follows her down the hall; she checks behind to cue him and he's already got the camera at face height and looks quite pleased with himself.

Fridge is open.

"Locks didn't work, ay?" Charlie greets, going for bowls.

"'ope," says the fridge.

Jackson croaks, "You good?"

"'ill be." Logan emerges with a stack of leftovers and a half-eaten piece of toast. "'ome gan—"

Toast falls from his mouth.

Charlie grins over her shoulder as she sets the table.

Logan keeps eyes on her.

Charlie gets cutlery.

"The motherfucking hell happened to you?"

"I'm pregnant." She puts a hand on her stomach and smiles down at her six-month baby bump.

"Uh huh." He backs away, asks cautiously, "Jack? What happened to Charlie?"

"She's having a baby, froot loop."

Charlie's positively beaming.

"Yea, nay, I get ... /**that**." He waves his free hand. "But ...." Logan gestures to her head. "/**That?**"

"It's a baby, Logan. They're cute and special—"

"Oh my god it's got both of you." Logan dumps the containers. "I'm gone. Crashing with someone else. Later."

Charlie shakes her head.

Jackson catches his shoulder, steers him to the table. "Don't stop raiding the fridge on our account."

"I'm not letting that thing into my head."

"It's not a—" Charlie pokes her stomach. "Guess you are a little parasite, ay?"

"But a cute one."

"You're both crackers."

Jackson notes, "It's not mind-controlling—"

Charlie cringes. "Except there was that one time—"

Logan drops his head to the table.

"I think we broke him," Jackson stage-whispers.

Charlie giggles.
Pink and Green

A home for mini-fic and scraps about the relationship between Blossom and Logan.

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"For fuck's sake, Blossom, just do it already."

"But it—you—"

Buttercup rolls his eyes, grabs Blossom's wrist, presses her hand to his sternum—

Blossom feels his heart thump twice against her palm.

—slumps to ground, eyes fluttering closed, as Blossom draws the sword.

She eases Buttercup onto his side, then rises, sets her teeth and raises the blade.

.

Blossom stands over the dying monster, flicks its blood from the sword.

It fades from her grasp, dematerializing, returning to the pocket dimension the curse had carved out of Buttercup's chest.

Behind her, the sound of retching.

She races to Buttercup's side, rubs his back as he vomits blood.

He spits, sits back on his heels, wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

"I hate doing that to you. I wish ...."

Buttercup shrugs. "'s better than those things killing us, ay?"

Blossom chews her lip, nods miserably.
Watchers at Sunset

(oil on canvas, 2016)

## Meta

**Timing:** a reasonable time after Jackson and Charlie move in together for the Darlings to commission a painting and paint a bunch of their own (tho none of them are really artists) for the house (because Cecilia was correcting in assuming Charlie wouldn't do anything about blank walls if she even consciously noticed them).

**Setting:** the Rental

## Text

The front door opens.

"Hey, Firefly!" calls Jackson.

“”Hey,”” calls Charlie. She wanders into the living room. "What’s this?"

The line of her shoulders slopes a little more than usual—she’s tired.

(Jackson notices these things. Also, her shoulders are lovely.)

"I believe it is art," says Jackson. "You okay?"

"'m fine."

Uh oh.

"This one—" Jackson hefts a flat box. "—is addressed to you."

"Thanks." Sits down.

Jackson frowns at a cube-ier box. "No idea about this one, though." Pats it. "You wanna open some of them?"

"Sure."

Jackson gets to work.

Sheets of packing paper later, he pulls forth a card, grins. "They sent us—"

Charlie, covering her face, with the box open and the painting, made of a thousand different browns and not particularly huge, in her lap.

Jackson gets up quietly, tiptoes away in search of a tissue.

Voice thick, Charlie explains, ""It’s a really crappy photo, but like this ....""

Jackson returns, offers a box.

"Thanks." Charlie takes one, dabs her eyes. "It’s—" Swallows.

A sunset, two faceless figures on horseback watching over a flock of emu (Jackson /**swears** he can see Tilda glaring out at them), the brushstrokes painted in such a way Jackson could see the shorter of the two laughing.

Charlie brushes the taller person. “That’s Jammy.” The figure at his side. "That’s my mom." The woman’s stomach. "And that—" Dabs her eyes again. "And you can just barely see me."

Jackson hugs her.

Charlie leans in, shaking ever so slightly.
Pawns

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</noinclude>

The brunet checks their watch, pencil stilling against paper, scans the park.

Liu settles in across the chess table, offers a greeting.

The brunet replies in kind, sets aside their sketchbook.

「Do you play?」 Liu indicates the board.

「Rather poorly, I'm afraid,」 says the brunet with a sheepish smile, Cantonese tinted with Bavarian consonants and London vowels.

Liu smiles warmly. 「We'll play a quiet game.」 Slides forward a white pawn.

「A quiet game would be pleasant.」 The brunet smiles in return, advances a pawn.

Knight.

Knight.

Bishop.

Bishop.

Pawn.

Knight.

Pawn.

Pawn takes pawn.

Liu leans back. 「You are very good at finding captured pawns.」

Pawn takes pawn.

Brunet shrugs. 「I do what I can.」

Liu brings out a thumb drive from a trench coat pocket, places it on the board.

A raised eyebrow.

「That—」 Incline of the head. 「—contains the dossiers of fifty-six pawns taken in the course of a very long, ongoing game.」

「Fifty-six.」

Liu nods, adds, 「All children.」

Brunet blinks rapidly. 「Fifty-six /**children**.」 Swallows, croaks, 「/**Fifty-six** children.」

「I would like your help in finding their biological parents.」

「Are the children safe?」

「They are in no immediate danger.」 Liu grins, all teeth. 「I will intervene if that changes.」

The brunet nods, slips the drive into an interior pocket of a grey wool jacket. 「Contact instructions are included?」

「Along with access to an expense account.」

「We find the missing and misplaced free of charge.」

「You may need to make a few strategic investments as you progress.」

The brunet sets their teeth. 「Of course.」 Deep breath, tucks away the sketchbook, pushes to standing. 「If it is not terribly rude of me, I would like to get started immediately.」

「By all means, hop to it.」 Smiles, gestures permission.

Brunet acknowledges, bows, strides off into the city.

Liu contemplates the chessboard and smiles.
Plans

As he and Charlie shake out the sheet, Jackson says, "So, about what your cousin said ...."

"I have a few cousins and they all said a lot of crap."

"Uh, mid-thirties, 'he-him-his' pronouns?"

They lay it on the bed.

"Narrows it down."

They arrange the first comforter.

"Well, he brought up kids."

"Did he."

They fluff the second comforter.

"Any thoughts?"

"What do you think?"

They smooth it over the first.

"You'll do the heavy lifting, so whatever you want."

"I don't want to trample over what you want, though."

They work on the duvet next.

"We write it down and switch?" suggests Jackson.

"Better plan." Charlie digs through the bedside table.

"Aha!" Jackson finds his notepad.

Charlie's pleased and flips open hers.

They scribble.

Jackson closes his, turns to Charlie.

She finishes hers with a flourish, turns to him.

They swap.

- yay kids! -

- Glowy w/r/t kids -

"I guess we should work on that," says Jackson, handing hers back.

"I guess we should." Charlie returns his, stands. "Pillow?"

Jackson tosses one over.

"Thanks." Into place. "Stop using condoms, I'll go off birth control ...."

"'bout a month, then?" Jackson settles another.

"About, yea."

"I'll miss those rainbow sparklers, though."

Charlie grins. "I'm sure we can break a few out for special occasions."
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[The Joneses' mum, Kathleen, is talking to an uninterested-but-too-polite-to-leave Red.]

"You can't be too careful when you're buying art, my dear," says Kathleen gravely. "Why, two years ago I bought the /**perfect** little etching for my dining room wall—one of Ribot's scenes culinaire—"

Logan stops with a mini-quiche halfway to his mouth.

Blossom side-eyes him.

"—from someone I /**thought** was a reputable dealer and it turned out to be /**stolen**! Right off someone's wall!"

Logan blinks, shrugs, chomps into his hors d'oeuvre.

"I had to deal with the /**police**! They took the etching back and /**refused** to repay what I'd given for it."

Logan snorts, nearly chokes.

Blossom offers him a glass of punch.

Coughs. "Fanks." Drains it.

Blossom looks at him, eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"What was so funny it almost killed you?"

Logan grins, grabs her arm, tows her to a quiet corner. He scans the area.

Blossom crosses her arms.

His grin grows, eyes sparkle mischievously, whispers, "I know where that thing came from."

She blinks. "You /**didn't**."

Logan nods, bounces on the spot.

Blossom face-palms, mumbles, "I don't know if I should laugh or hit you."

"Too happy to care." Punctuates with a hop.

"You're crackers."

"Yup!"
Shellacked

"Call me Mélisande, Mx Darling," burbles the painfully trendy young person gesturing Charlie to a twirly chair.

Charlie sighs and sits.

"Let me see your hands."

Reaches—

Charlie projects grievous bodily harm.

—freezes. "Please? I'm supposed to do your nails for the shoot."

Charlie relents.

Mélisande carefully separates and examines each finger of Charlie's right hand. "Ooo. You keep them really short. You must work with your hands."

A sniff.

Plows on. "With your colours, we can either go really bold or keep it subtle." Leans back, studies Charlie's supremely unimpressed expression. "You're a subtle colour person, ay?"

Charlie rolls her eyes.

"I think I have just the thing!" The stylist digs about in a foot locker-sized case full of nothing but small glass bottles. Comes up triumphant with one in pale pink: "Tahdah!"

Charlie remains unimpressed.

The stylist smiles bravely and drags polish across Charlie's thumbnail.

Do not think of the toxins in this stuff.

Mélisande aims a small cool-air dryer at the wet enamel. After a moment, turns the digit to and fro, proclaims, "Perfect!" Glances up through long lashes at Charlie.

Charlie shrugs.

Mélisande soldiers on through Charlie's right, then left, hands. As Charlie's ring finger receives its coat: "I really admire you, Mx Darling."

"Hmm?"

"You're so /**brave** to stand by your husband, even with what's, uh, happened with him."

Charlie's heart climbs into her throat. "You know?"

Mélisande, wide-eyed, nods gravely. "I heard before we came out this morning. That poor Quartermasterling ...."

Charlie's heart drops right past its home in her chest.

Mélisande leans closer to whisper in Charlie's ear. "He's been doing really, really well today, don't you think?"

Charlie grinds out, "What, /**exactly**, did they tell you?"

"Th-they said he hadn't taken his meds today and might be really confused—out of it—"

Do /**not** maim this little idiot. Do. Not.

"—and he can be /**really** unpredictable and he's, like, super strong, so we should be really, /**really** careful around him."

Mélisande falls blissfully silent after switching the pink polish for the clear top coat.

*/Clunk /clump /clunk /clump*

Charlie glances at the ceiling.

"Sounds like the shoot's still going well?" offers Mélisande.

A door opens.

Book, breathless with excitement: "—mpress Eighteen says, 'Au con—"

Mélisande nods to someone over Charlie's shoulder. "Hey, Denver."

A door clicks shut.

"Hey, Mélisande, Mx Darling—your kids are /**gorgeous**."

"Thanks," Charlie replies tightly, brushing aside the mental pile of heat exchanger for a six-stroke diesel engine, and had a lovely line of washers-by-size when—

"I hope your kids—they're so /**beautiful**—never develop—" gestures vaguely headward "—that. These things can run in families, you know? And his brother's—"

"Are you done?" snaps Charlie.

Mélisande jumps, blinks rapidly. "Yea?" More blinking. "Yea. I-I'll go get Alcott to start on your hair."

A scuttle of hard-soled shoes on lino and Charlie's alone.
PPDC Personnel

## UIDs

My revelation of yesterday was about ID numbers. Apologies if you or someone else already figured this out, but I realized how you tell a non-tested and classified PPDC person from one who's had the full workup from Drift Science: Their ID number starts with one or more 0s. Since HSPs start at 100, anything lower would be a dead giveaway it's not a Drift Compatibility score AND it would allow for everyone's ID to follow the same pattern as the tested folks.

### Correspondence

Was someone clever enough to sorta correspond 'HSP/CORO's between a role in the Shatterdome and actual HSPs? With any luck that makes sense?

I think we/someone worked out that there seem to be aptitude clusters in the COROs (the lower, the more tech-oriented; the higher the more military/command-oriented, roughly), but I haven't see or figured anything with the HSPs yet.

I've personally been treating high HSPs as generally marking people who are more flexible in their thinking, more accepting of different opinions and styles of thought, more adaptable to different circumstances, and having more open body language and speaking styles.

Yea, especially with the COROs--people in the lower range were tinkerers, people in the upper range (80-99) were military-ish.

So what I wonder, with the 'fake' Drift IDs, are people with 'J' occupation roles given pretend CORO/HSPs in the tinkerer range.

Hmm ... I was just assuming pure random numbers, but that makes sense. Maybe there's a standard CORO assigned for certain jobs? Like all reactor techs get assigned '17'. With all the letters and other numbers maybe there'd still be enough variation for everyone to get a unique number holding those steady?

Yea, like that.

## Quartermaster

The Quartermaster's office has three (technically 3 1/2) ranks: Quartermaster, Adjunct Assistant Quartermaster, Assistant Quartermaster, and Quartermasterling.

The Quartermaster oversees everything, coordinates distribution of work, confirms forms are filled out properly and sends them off (a Quartermasterling may be assigned to that position), and works directly with a team's handler (or assigns them a Quartermasterling).

Adjuncts are the Assistant Quartermaster for their Quartermaster's department. They have status as an SiC (tho the Quartermaster doesn't leave a whole lot), and function as both the Quartermaster's PA and the meeting coordinator for the team (it's recommended that Assistant Quartermasters and Quartermasterlings book appointments through them). They're paid a little more than Assistant Quartermasters.

Assistant Quartermasters are liasons with different departments (JTech, Admin, Mail, etc). They report to that department head and their Quartermaster.

Both Quartermasters and Assistant Quartermasters have a handful of Quartermasterlings each. Part of their job description is 'runner', and they're expected to report each morning for their orders. Quartermasterlings can fill out forms but they don't have authorization to submit them (unless they're a Quartermasterling in charge of that position).
Pretty Good

## Meta

**Timing:** after "Tit for Tat"; immediately before "Sparklers"

**Setting:** a street in the business district of a Sydney suburb (probably Summer Hill)

## Text

"That was probably the best meal I've had there, which's saying something, 'cause the food's always been great. I, uh, hope you liked it, too?"

"Mmhmm."

Three quiet steps.

"It was tasty," adds Charlie.

Jackson looks over, eyes crinkling.

Charlie's heart flutters.

"Cool, cool. I was so happy—"

The fuck?

"—to find the place, I mean—"

She shakes her head.

"What's wrong?" Jackson's eyes get huge and worried. "Is it something I said? Did?"

Hazel.

"It's nothing," says Charlie.

Jackson relaxes.

That's what you call that eye colour.

He looks really good in that green, too.

"So, yea, didn't have anything like that back where I grew up. Small town—well, not /**small**-small, but—"

Juliet has a point.

Why the hell not?

She grabs a fistful of Jackson's collar—

"/**Hey!**" he yelps.

—drags him—

"Whadid I—?"

—around a corner into the first alley she can find—

"Where're—?"

—pushes him against the wall—

"What're—?"

—goes on her toes, kisses him deeply.

His hands flutter on her shoulders, her waist—

Charlie drapes her arms around his neck, stretches herself against him.

Jackson settles one hand on her hip, the other on the small of her back—well, her braid; follows it up between her shoulder blades, threads his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull, suggests a more pleasant angle.

She tilts her chin, digs her fingers into his nape.

He grips her hip, tugs her close.

Charlie hums approval, drags her nails down his jumper, smiles into a kiss as he shivers.

And then the hand on her hip has somehow worked its way under her shirt and, good lord his hands are cold, but, you know, he's actually pretty good at this.

But then he jerks his head back so sharply it /*cracks* against the masonry—

Charlie winces in sympathy.

—and gasps for breath. "A-are you sure about this?"

Charlie raises an eyebrow.

"Not, like, I mean, I don't want to stop, but this is waaaay sudden—"

Charlie huffs, pulls away.

"—and /**totally** awesome."

She closes in, nips his throat.

Jackson whimpers.

Charlie smirks, presses her palm flat against his chest. "How far to your place?"

He almost startles. "Th-three blocks."

"We should go."

"Uh, umm, right. Yea."
Technicality

"You know I'm not actually psychic, yea?"

'But you said!' Jamie demands, mouth full of noodles.

"I /**said** I was /**basically** psychic."

'Ooo, technicality!'

"Hyper-intuitive empath. So the guy—don't give me that, I could pick up on gender before I could walk." Siqi shakes her head. "Mister Two Tables Stage Left is checking you out, too."

Jamie glances over—
"Arg!" Siqi jumps to her feet. "Nope! I'm gone! Have—" She shudders, heads for the door. "Bill's on me. Bye!"
Holes and Tunnels

## Story

"On the last episode of Total Drama Island, the contestants had a nice challenge, but wrecked it when Rubi vandalized the Bears' camp...or did she? Who will be blindsided next and knocked off the surviving chart? Find out now on Total Drama Island!" Yells Chris.

Deadly Deer:

Kendall shrugs. "I can't believe Rubi did something like that." Says Kendall angrily.

"Yeah. We have 4 people left. This is not good for my reputation." Says Kyla.

"It doesn't help that they have 3 more people than us." Says Bunny.

"Maybe we can have hope." Says Marlene, putting on her hat.
Prettier

## Meta

**Timing:** the day of Indiana Darling's full-blown wedding celebration, shortly before "Sweetest"

**Setting:** Blossom's flat

## Text

Blossom cocks her head, frowns, tugs the ends of Logan's tie to hang at the proper lengths.

"Why do /**you** know how to do this?" he huffs.

"A long string of disappointing ex-boyfriends," she sighs, making the first twist.

Logan wrinkles his nose.

"You won't get this, but it's such a letdown when you realize someone's only paying attention to you because they want sex and, out of those, most will dump you whether you sleep with them or not." Snugs the knot at Logan's throat.

He grunts.

"Which is why they're now exes." Blossom straightens Logan's collar, steps back, smiles. "Lookin' sharp, Buttercup—"

Logan rolls his eyes.

"—now, /**don't** touch it while I change and do my hair." Bats her eyelashes. "I have to look at least as pretty as you."

He blinks. "You look fine."

"Thanks, Buttercup, but this is /**so** not wedding kit." She makes for her bedroom, closes the door behind.

Logan tugs—

"/**Stop** fiddling with your tie."

—yanks his hand away from his neck, jams it in a pocket.

Blossom smirks, disappears again.

She's back eight minutes (by Logan's clock) later in a dress and sandals, with her hair twisted up off her neck. "/**Now** we're ready," she declares.

Logan sighs.

Blossom threads her arm through his. "C'mon, Buttercup, let's go be prettier than your brother on his big day."

He snorts, lets Blossom tow him from her flat.
Undone

## Meta

**Timing:** 2nd or 3rd night after Jackson arrives home to stay after his post-war trial

**Setting:** the 2nd Darling-Jones house, master suite

## Text

Charlie comes awake.

The shower runs [behind the closed door of] the master bath.

Jackson's side of the bed: empty.

Charlie checks on Jupiter, slips out from the bed, knocks gently on the washroom door.

No response.

She eases open the door, peers inside.

Jackson huddles on the floor, knees to his chest, hands clasped on the back of his neck.

Trembling.

Charlie slides down next to him.

He flinches away.

She waits.

"How long—?" rasps Jackson.

One.

Two heartbeats.

Three.

Four.

"Jackson, how long for what?"

"'til They come back."

"They're not coming back."

"They will."

"They're not coming back, Jackson." She presses against his side. "You're safe."

He shakes his head.

Charlie shifts, kneels facing him, tugs his hands free, covers them with hers. "Jackson, you're safe. You're home."

"For how long? I don't think ...." A shuddery breath. "I jump when doors slam. I can't sleep, can't eat—"

"It'll get better. It'll just take—"

"Charlie, I don't think I can live like this."

"What're you— Of course you—"

"They'll come back for me someday."

"No, they won't."

Another deep breath and Jackson finally raises bloodshot eyes. "The beans don't think of me as their dad anymore, Firefly. Derek an' Pietr took my place."

"They couldn't—"

"I don't— Maybe I should leave be—"

"Jackson," whispers Charlie, wrapping her arms around him, "you're] not going anywhere, 'cept maybe back to bed."

"N-not yet. 'm too messed up; 'll wake the baby." Drops his head on Charlie's shoulder. "'least I can give her quiet."

[a transition]

Jackson cants his hips.

Charlie scratches at his nape. "You're okay."

Wet trickles down her neck.

She kisses what she can reach. "You're okay."

Jackson [thrusts again], presses his forehead against her skin; his hips stutter.

"You're okay," Charlie murmurs, digging her fingers into his scalp. "You're okay."

Jackson stifles a whimper against her shoulder; some of the tension runs out of him (and onto the bathmat but that's easy enough to clean).

"You're okay, Jones." Charlie hugs his head close. "You're going to be okay."

Jackson takes a shaky breath. "'m sorry."

Charlie strokes his hair. "I don't mind."

Jackson draws away. "Downright rude."

Charlie cups his face, pulls him back up. "Jones, we are not making sex into a chore."

"Not very spouse-y--" he trembles. "Can't even do that right."

[A transition]

"You have a shower," instructs Charlie, "then go back to bed and cuddle your baby." Smooths his hair. "I'll clean up out here."

"But--"

Charlie kisses his nose. "Washcloth'll work fine."

Jackson lowers his eyes.

"And I'll scrub properly after."

Jackson nods, heaves himself to his feet, shuffles--

Charlie pulls herself up--

--offers a hand.

She takes it anyway, pulls him close.

Jackson hugs her back tightly, buries his face in her hair.

Charlie squeezes him. "Go shower, Jones."

He sighs, draws away, kisses her cheek. "Love you, Darling."

"Love you, too." Kisses his hand, lets him go.
Total Drama Action

*Total Drama Action will consist of 27 contestants on an abandoned fim lot*

*The cast is still unknown at this time, though I can confirm that none of the first generation contestants will be competing nor appearing in any way in this season. It is due to premiere in June of 2015, though dates are still being worked out. Once the official date is planned, cast, teams, and episodes will be revealed occasionally, similar to the Ridonculous Race announcements, but this is much more weekly.*
Total Drama Island

**Total Drama Island** is the first season of **The New Total Drama.**

## Overview

This season involved 13 sixteen year-old contestants who had signed up to be in a reality show on an island, known as "Total Drama Island." The teens all had different expectations for what camp was going to be like, with the underlying idea that it was going to be a luxurious get-away. According to Chris, to be on the show, one had to be sixteen years old and be either "kooky, obnoxious, stuck-up, dense, loud, annoying, filthy, or anywhere remotely in between." The thirteen teens chosen were divided into two separate teams; the Deadly Deer and the Brave Bears. The two teams were given challenges every three days. The losing team would vote one of their members off and the contestant that was voted off would have to walk the Dock of Shame and board the Boat of Losers, which would then take them away. At some point in the competition, the teams would dissolve. After the merge the same elimination process would continue to happen, except then after every challenge only one to two people had invincibility and after every challenge the whole group had to vote somebody out instead of just one team. This process continued until only two contestants were left to compete in a final challenge where the last contestant standing won $100,000.

## Elimination

*For more information about this section, visit: Total Drama Island elimination table*

This is the process in Total Drama Island in which a camper is eliminated; initially, the team that lost the most recent challenge, unless the last challenge happened to be a reward challenge, would vote for a camper and the one with the most votes against them would be voted off the island. Since the teams eventually merged, all the campers began to vote for each other and only the challenge winner received immunity. In certain challenges, a camper would be automatically eliminated without any votes if they lost a challenge after the merge.

 Rubi | Deadly Deer | 2nd Voted outin Monkey See, Monkey Poo  | 12th Place

## Characters

Thirteen teenage contestants, plus the host, Chris, and Chef Hatchet, the camp's cook and the co-host of the show.

## Trivia

* Duncan was originally competing but was replaced by Ben.
* The second season will feature every contestant from this season.
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Charlie jolts awake.

Jupiter squawks, worms deeper between Charlie's breasts.

Arguing from the hall.

A nurse slips in, slams the door behind.

Charlie shifts her arms, putting more of her between Jupiter and the door.

"Sooo," says the nurse. "Good news or bad news?"

"Bad news."

"PPDC Public Relations are here to take your picture and do a TV spot."

Jupiter whines.

Charlie forces her arms to loosen, grinds out, "Good news?"

"Your spouse, children, and mother-in-law are here."

Charlie swallows, croaks, "Is he."

The nurse flicks a cue card. "For a piece on 'the heartbreaking transfer of Ranger Jackson Jones mere days after the birth of his third child'."

Jupiter complains.
Total Drama Island elimination table

### **Key**

     **WIN**: Won individual immunity or immunity for their team.

     **WIN**: Was on the winning team.

     **SUR**: Survived the episode's bonfire ceremony.

     **LOW**: Received the final marshmallow in this episode.

     **DIS**: Was disqualified or automatically eliminated in this episode.

     **OUT**: Didn't get a marshmallow in this episode.

     **RUNNER-UP**: Was the runner-up of Total Drama Island.

     **WINNER**: Was the winner of Total Drama Island.

     **BRAVE BEARS:**Was a member of the Brave Bears.

     **DEADLY DEER:**Was a member of the Deadly Deer.
Communication Array

A very large radio antennae that allows the base to eavsdrop on all telecommunication and gives you the ability to threaten cities.

## Required For

* No building requires the Communication Array.

## Notes

Once constructed, a button will appear in the world map that will allow the player to threaten cities into surrendering without a fight.
Changelings

Changelings are an advanced race. They wily shapechangers.

## Starting Stats

Changelings begin with:

* 2 stat points that they can assign to any physical ability score. These two stat points can be moved freely at any time as a full action, but doing so reveals their true nature.
* Change shape
	+ Changelings can assume the form of any medium creature as a full action. This form is somewhat difficult to maintain when damaged however; any time the changeling takes 10 or more points of damage, they must make a fortitude save equal to the damage or revert back to their true form. The disguise may be resumed with another action.
* +2 racial bonus on bluff checks to lie or stay in character
Wei Tang Liu

* **Full name:** Wei Tang Liu
* **Pronouns:** Depends on the day
* **Height:** 5'9"
* **Build:**
* **Hair:** Dark brown, shoulder length, fluffy
* **Eyes:** Dark brown
* **Lifemate:** Mrs Wei
* **Children:**
* **Sibling(s):** None
* **Parents:**
* **Birthday:** 1988
* **Language:** Cantonese (mother tongue), English (Hong Kong, British), passable in quite a few.
* **Ethnicity:** Chinese
* **Nicknames:**
* **Text ID:** blocked
* **Relationships:**
* **Special skills:** Can get into almost every
* **Quirks:** inability to communicate well with younger cousins
* **Distinguishing marks:**
Cities

What good is controlling a Kaiju if you can't take it out and stomp on some poor unsuspecting city?

## Regions

There are 6 regions of the world that you must get to surrender to you in order to win the game. At a minimum there are 5 cities in each region, one for every city tier.

## City Tiers

There are 5 tiers of cities, with each tier increasing in difficulty. These tiers are represented on the W.O.R.L.D. map as small colored flags:

* Tier 1 - Green
* Tier 2 - White
* Tier 3 - Blue
* Tier 4 - Yellow
* Tier 5 - Red

Full-on attacks of higher cities are not advisable unless your Kaiju and its powers are of a similar tier. That’s not to say however that hit-and-run attacks can’t be made when you are in need of resources.

## City Stats

Every city has certain basic statistics that generally scale with the tier of the city. So a Tier 1 city will generally have lower morale and lower monthly income than a Tier 3 city.

### Income

Every city has a monthly income which is used to rebuild any damage, buy enemy units and contribute to the building of KDF Kaiju. It is also the maximum income that will be paid to the player when the city surrenders. This amount is reduced based on several factors, like the morale of the city and region and the damage to the city.

### Morale

There are two types of city morale: World Morale and Combat Morale. **World Morale** is the morale of the city that is effected by your reputation and is used when you threaten a city using the Communication Array. **Combat Morale** is the morale that is effected by destroying City Buildings, civilians and Enemies. Once Combat Morale drops low enough, the city will surrender.

### Resources

When a city surrenders, it pays the player a one time amount of Bonus Resources in addition to the monthly income. These resources fall within a random range though not every city will give every type of resource.

### Sensors

Some cities can better detect incoming Kaiju then others. The better the cities sensor rating (or the higher the Kaiju signature), the more likely the city will be on alert when the Kaiju arrives.

## List of Cities

For the list of bonus resources each city pays the player when it surrenders, please click on the cities names.
Kaiju

## Summary

There are four playable Kaiju currently (three in the base game, one as DLC). Other playable Kaiju are planned as expansion or DLC content, though no release dates have been discussed.

### Size Increases

As your Kaiju trains new Abilities, they increase in size and power. These size increases happen after you complete training of your first Tier 3 ability and again after you complete training of your first Tier 5 ability.

### Skins

Different Skins are available to change the look of your Kaiju. They can not be changed mid game, but only set when starting a new game. New Skins will be added for special events and as DLC.

## Ginormasaurus

The Great Machine, Ginormasaurus (or Gino for short), was created by Dr. Norman E. Farious as the world's first mechanized Kaiju. It is dependent more on energy then the other four resources.

## Shrubby

The Chlorophyll Creeper, Shrub-Ziggurath (or Shrubby for short), was created by Lillian Belladonna. Shrubby is a three-headed plant monster with powers and abilities derived from the field of Mad Botany. It is dependent more on Bio-Matter then the other four resources.

## Armagordon

The Massive Mutant, The Atomic Superman, Armagordon (or Gordon for short), was created by Ivo Wyrdstrom. Armagordon is a Purpletonium-fueled super-mutant with powers and abilities derived from the field of genetic engineering. It is dependent on both energy and Bio-Matter.

## Grey Goop

The Nanotech Nightmare, the Grey Goop was unleashed on the world by the mad scientist Dr. Malady Maleficarum. Composed of the Purpletonium-powered smart-matter dubbed the GOOP (gelatinous ordering omni-morphic polymatter), this Kaiju can shape shift into other Kaiju forms.
Anchorage

## Description

### Gino

Anchorage, Alaska. The third busiest cargo airport in the world, and a major hub of the northern petroleum industry. It should be nicely flammable.

### Shrubby

Anchorage, Alaska. One of the worst air pollution records in the USA. Time to go green, losers!

## Defensive Units

* Infantry: 4
* Vehicle: 4
* Armor: 1
* Air: 2
* Navy: 1
* Super: 0