• Smithy: If I Had A Hammer (Part One)

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    If I Had A Hammer (Part One)

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    Let's have a warm Whateley Welcome for a nice young lady recently arrived from Kentucky. She's sure to meet interesting people while she's here! We've got the latest in classroom technologies, books, computer systems: welcome to the 21st Century.

    Where is she going with that anvil?

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    With a lever big enough I can move the world (Chapter 1)

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    A Battletech FanFiction

    With a lever big enough I can move the world

    by

    Andrew “MageOhki” Norris

     

    All properties not owned by the current rightholders to Battletech(InMediaRes and Microsoft, depending on specifics) and other properties (at this time, not determined) are the property of the writer. However, given this is a derived work, no intent to profit or otherwise infringe on the IP owner’s rights are meant, and this is a work of fiction meant to entertain for free.

    This is roughly based on the CYOA’s (Create Your Own Adventure) running around for Battletech such as Valles’ “Tell the World we tried” using this version of it: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SK7JCvb3J8ytG18XZtHDsi0KGVmUOtKdy84lQ-zCdtY/edit#

    Without further ado, grab your neurohelment, put on the cooling vest, turn the reactor on and let’s go!

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    What's the Matter with You: Part 2

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    What's the Matter With You

    Part 2

    by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,
    The third story in the ‘It Matters’ series featuring the adventures of Outlook.

     

     Berlin NH: January 1, 2008

     “I surrender!” announced Cameron as he spread his feet apart and leaned forward resting both hands on the counter.

     The State Police Officer rushed around the counter, and began to pat him down, checking for concealed weapons. Cameron was read his rights while being handcuffed, then taken into the cell block. It housed some hungover revellers that celebrated a little too vigorously last night.

     Cameron was handled roughly, since one of the charges against him was assault on a security officer he was viewed as one of the lowest of the low. He was placed into a cell with a big man wearing leathers and had little skin left not sporting tattoos. The arresting officer left the handcuffs on the boy and smirked while locking the cage door.

     The small cell had only a single bed, and it was also the only seat. The large man stood to display just how big he was.

     “You can stay sitting, I don’t need to rest just yet,” suggested Cameron.

     The man grunted a non verbal cue that he didn’t find the kid funny.

     “I am a little hungry thou, when is lunch? I’m Cameron by the way, I’d offer to shake your hand, but it would be rather awkward.”

     “Fresh meat!” was grumbled as the overweight man stepped closer. His tight t-shirt barely retaining his belly.

     “Okay Mr. Meat, if we’re going to be roomies, let’s get some ground rules established.”

     “You’re breathing my air!”

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    Dorms of Our Lives, Season 4 (Part 4)

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    A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

    Dorms of Our Lives

    By Wasamon, Souffle Girl, and Malagua

    with the assistance of the usual suspects

     

    Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"
    Part 4

     

    ----Still Saturday

    --Donut

    It was a quarter to two, and everything was finished.  The fruits of his labor were arranged in boxes on the counter by the ovens in the Home Ec. kitchens.  Daniel was rather proud of his efforts, both magicked and mundane. The cookies were nestled within cupcake sleeves in groups of five, and they looked neatly cute in their display tin.  The two cakes had taken a lot out of him. The next time he took a job like this, he needed to insist on enough lead time to properly bake something instead of relying solely on his power.

    Still, all was ready for the Bohemians' little viewing party for the picnic tournament that afternoon.  He was sorta surprised that no one else had approached him for catering, though he was thankful, too. It'd be a while before his stamina recovered enough for him to handle anything bigger than an individual ring donut or two every few minutes.

    "Hey, Danny?  Ya in here? Monica said ya needed needed some help?"

    Jordain Statham, a.k.a. Ophidian, was in his English class with Ms. Barnes, though he rarely had a chance to talk with her there.  Most of the words to pass between them had crossed over the pastry counter. Much like the rest of campus, Jordain never said no to a Saturday morning cinnamon roll.

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    All Hallows Ball (Part 3)

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    A Whateley Academy Adventure

    All Hallows' Ball

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    E. E. Nalley

     

    Part Three

     

    You can look inside another world
    You get to talk to a pretty girl
    She's everything you dream about
    But don't fall in love...
    The Tubes, She's A Beauty

     

    October 31st, 2007
    Room 502, Dickinson Cottage, Whateley Academy

    The door unlocked, Tansy led the way into her room and gave both girls with her a chance to look around. Most of the time she had been at the school she had never really decorated her room, lest people use that to get information about her to use against her. Now, with her single, she had relaxed herself a bit and allowed herself to surround herself with some of her favorite things. “You bought a guitar?” Lanie asked as she went over to the plain white instrument, sitting upright on a stand next to a small amplifier and a pair of very expensive looking wireless headphones.

    “It was a gift, actually,” Tansy replied with a smile as she went over to her wardrobe and began to rummage. “Jericho gave it to me.”

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    What's the Matter With You: Part 1

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    What's the Matter With You

    Part 1

    by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,

     

    The third story in the ‘It Matters’ series featuring the adventures of Outlook.

     

     December 19, 2007: Whateley Academy

     Virgil Cooper cranked the steering wheel to bring his garbage truck off the main road and onto the gravel driveway leading up to Whateley Academy. The snow had delayed him since the roads were a mess, and he’d lost time helping push a stuck car out of the ditch.

     He looked at the imposing entrance gates and swore that each and every time he passed by those freaky gargoyles …  their eyes followed the trucks passage - and then their noses twitched when the smell wafted past them.

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    Dorms of Our Lives, Season 4 (Part 3)

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    A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

    Dorms of Our Lives

    By Wasamon, Souffle Girl, and Malagua

    with the assistance of the usual suspects

     

    Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"
    Part 3

     

    ----Still Saturday, early afternoon

    --Jack-in-the-Box

    "Okay, here's what we got so far..." It was, Jack was loathe to admit, not much at all.  Of their surveillance missions that morning, only Vapo-rub had delivered any reliable intel.  That Shieldwall kid had proven as beta as he seemed -- Mac'n'Cheese had complained of boredom -- and as for the fag... Jack was still trying to make sense of the one report that Shake'n'Bake had sent in.  Queries for more intel had gone unanswered.

    "Right now, the trap is at band practice.  Insert your own flute jokes here," he said to much sniggering.  "How much longer she'll be down there, we dunno, but the school picnic and battle event are officially kicking off at three, and she said she'd be there."

    "We hit her before, or after?" asked Gouyasse.

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    Roulette 2: Taking Another Spin

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    A Whateley Academy Tale

    Roulette 2: Taking Another Spin

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    Morpheus

     

    Wednesday afternoon, Nov 21st, 2007

    I didn’t like flying.  Or more accurately, I didn’t like being stuck in the middle seat with a fat guy on one side, who was encroaching on my space, while an old lady sat on my other side, hitting me with her sharp elbows every time she shifted position.

    So far, my trip home for Thanksgiving had been a little less than enjoyable.  Between the MCO agents who glared at me during the security check and my annoying neighbors, I just wanted it to be done and over with.  Fortunately, we’d be landing in Portland in about half an hour, then I wouldn’t have to worry about my neighbors anymore.

    “You’re a lovely girl,” the woman beside me abruptly said.  “Why would you do that to yourself?”

    “Excuse me?” I asked in confusion.

    “Why would you dye your hair that garish color?” the old woman demanded, reaching up and grabbing a couple strands of my hair. “Do you want attention so much that you have to make yourself look like some kind of clown?”

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    All Hallows Ball Part Two

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    A Whateley Academy Adventure

    All Hallows' Ball

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    E. E. Nalley

     

    Part Two

     

    But now it's time for me to go
    The autumn moon lights my way
    For now I smell the rain
    And with it pain
    And it's headed my way...
    Led Zeppelin, Ramble On

     

    October 31st, 2007
    Room 211, Poe Cottage, Whateley Academy

    Kayda was still yawning as she walked back to her room from the showers, despite the wonderful plumbing of the new cottage, she still was trying to clear out her mental cobwebs as she pressed her thumb to the reader and opened the door. She didn't expect anyone to be in the room, as Chou started early, welcoming the sun rise with her Tai Chi 'class' of ad hoc followers out in front of the building.

    “Hey, sis.”

    The greeting startled her a bit and certainly helped clear the last of her sleepiness as Kayda frowned at her brother who was sitting on her bed. “How did you get in here?” she demanded, peeved a bit.

    “Chou let me in while you were in the shower,” he replied as if such a thing were perfectly normal.

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    Dorms of Our Lives, Season 4, part 2

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    A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

    Dorms of Our Lives

    By Wasamon and Souffle Girl

    with the assistance of the usual suspects

     

    Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"
    Part 2

     

    --High Gear

    Theoretically he'd had enough sleep last night.  Probably. For a definition of "sleep" that included sporadic naps which in the aggregate added up to a few hours. Several mugs of #3 Devisor Double Mocha had filled in the gaps admirably.

    His quest to dig up extra dirt on Calliope's circle of friends in the Mutant Mayhem Machine -- what a name! -- via social media algorithms had proven less fruitful than he'd hoped.  In the case of the beta males, there just wasn't much worth finding. Jimmy "Shieldwall" Cannes was as squeaky as they got, with a social wall plastered with pro-police, pro-Scouting, pro-goody-two-shoes stuff.  Though there was also a lot of high visibility, pro-mutant stuff as well. High Gear could at least hit the 'Like' button a few times as a show of solidarity.

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