Yellow Alert
Dec. 14th, 2003 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kippurbird Three more days till and I've got the tickets right here in my wallet! and I was wondering how the PPC would be responding to it, so this is my take:
Tired, dirty and bleeding agents Alec and Verra collapsed into their chairs in office 3b, they had gone after three Sues right in a row. The first Sue had run. And she had run right through the Dead Marshes. Running through the Dead Marshes was never an intelligent thing to do. Even if you didn’t have two agents running after you. Fortunately Verra could fly. “Unfortunately” the Sue tripped and fell face first into the water. She drowned most unhappily. At least Verra was unhappy. She was extremely hungry and it took an immense amount of arguing to convince her that eating the hobbits was a bad idea. The second Sue was in the X-Men continuum and was supposedly Apocalypse’s daughter raised by Alexander the Great who then went to the future to raise Stryfe. The amount of strife she caused them with her awesome undefined mutant powers was maddening. Especially when she managed to channel the Phoenix force. Alec managed to wrangle the force away from here, though channel the Phoenix force left him a wee bit charred and Verra finally got her snack. The final Sue was in the Buffy-verse. That one was just causing improbability ripples so bad that Alec actually managed to get bitten by a vampire, drained of all blood, and still get up right afterwards; alive.
So it was within reason that Verra smashed the computer consul into little bits with one slam of her fist. Concentrated peeved dragon strength made it so that was the last that consul would be beeping at them. Just as their eyes closed the most obnoxious noise broke through their exhaustion. It was the same noise as the emergency broadcast system noise on the radio.
[EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH…EHHHHHHHHHH…. EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH]
Both of them jerked up in their seats, Alec managing to fall out of his.
Verra let out a small string of curses in dragconic.
The intercom came on with a whine of someone getting to close to the microphone.
This is Upstairs. The PPC is now on Yellow Alert. Three days until the opening of Return of the King. All available agents to report to the Mary Sue division. I repeat. The PPC is now on Yellow Alert.
The intercom turned off.
“Bollocks.” Alec muttered from the floor. “I was hoping for some respite.” Outside the door the sound of panicked agents could be heard.
Tired, dirty and bleeding agents Alec and Verra collapsed into their chairs in office 3b, they had gone after three Sues right in a row. The first Sue had run. And she had run right through the Dead Marshes. Running through the Dead Marshes was never an intelligent thing to do. Even if you didn’t have two agents running after you. Fortunately Verra could fly. “Unfortunately” the Sue tripped and fell face first into the water. She drowned most unhappily. At least Verra was unhappy. She was extremely hungry and it took an immense amount of arguing to convince her that eating the hobbits was a bad idea. The second Sue was in the X-Men continuum and was supposedly Apocalypse’s daughter raised by Alexander the Great who then went to the future to raise Stryfe. The amount of strife she caused them with her awesome undefined mutant powers was maddening. Especially when she managed to channel the Phoenix force. Alec managed to wrangle the force away from here, though channel the Phoenix force left him a wee bit charred and Verra finally got her snack. The final Sue was in the Buffy-verse. That one was just causing improbability ripples so bad that Alec actually managed to get bitten by a vampire, drained of all blood, and still get up right afterwards; alive.
So it was within reason that Verra smashed the computer consul into little bits with one slam of her fist. Concentrated peeved dragon strength made it so that was the last that consul would be beeping at them. Just as their eyes closed the most obnoxious noise broke through their exhaustion. It was the same noise as the emergency broadcast system noise on the radio.
[EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH…EHHHHHHHHHH…. EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH]
Both of them jerked up in their seats, Alec managing to fall out of his.
Verra let out a small string of curses in dragconic.
The intercom came on with a whine of someone getting to close to the microphone.
This is Upstairs. The PPC is now on Yellow Alert. Three days until the opening of Return of the King. All available agents to report to the Mary Sue division. I repeat. The PPC is now on Yellow Alert.
The intercom turned off.
“Bollocks.” Alec muttered from the floor. “I was hoping for some respite.” Outside the door the sound of panicked agents could be heard.
