• Aster dislikes this post.
  • Lung would like to know your location.

Well, we all know that if Aster wasn't lost it would be a dis-Aster.

Aster isn't one of her enemies, Aster is a baby.
Lung is famously very difficult to kill.

Wouldn't she be a toddler at this point?


Dr. Weaver is determined to give Aster a long, full, and happy life this time around, even if she has to kill Kayden to do it.
 
Dr. Weaver is determined to give Aster a long, full, and happy life this time around, even if she has to kill Kayden to do it.
Max? Dedicating your life, all your efforts, for a couple of decades, to giving your daughter the best of lives? Might... be a really smart move. Just saying...
 
A Matter of Taste, Part 3
"OK, but seriously," Alec said in a level tone, as Lisa calmed down and took another sip of wine. "Lisa, doll, you gotta help me, I..."

He waited patiently as she finished cleaning up from where she'd shot wine out her nose.

This time, Lisa deliberately set down her wine, primly folded her hands in her lap, and looked at Alec with a crooked smile.

"It's just, Accord. Being all Accord. I'm sensitive, see, I can't take shocks like that. You do all the reading and shit, so can you just tell me if there's going to be anything else like that and..." Alec trailed off, seeing the gleam in Lisa's eye. "Oh, no, what else..."

Lisa leaned forward, adopting a lopsided grin. "Now," she said primly, "remember those cognitohazard things they got for your pet Nazi?"

Alec nodded slowly. He did not like where this was going.

"Right," Lisa continued, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. "So, some of the stuff they told me I don't actually remember because it gave me a nervous break when they tried and I couldn't do the thing to keep the memories."

Alec nodded even more slowly.

"That said, she's like BFFs with the Fairy Queen, has a 'good working relationship' with Uppercrust, you know from the Elite, Accord too, oh and basically made our old boss her bitch. Also, she's responsible for the Slaughteredhouse Nine and the portal grenade murder spree."

Alec looked mournfully at his smug colleague, then at the wine, and sighed. "This wine is too good for me to drink until I forget."

"Yep!" Lisa said with a grin. "You just have to join me in my suffering!"

Note: Happy Thanksgiving!
 
Goddamn Teenagers, Part 6
After checking to make sure Dr. Weaver truly had departed, Emily turned back to the speakerphone. "Well done, Phil." When it had become clear that Dr. Weaver was truly set on 'fixing' the local schools, Emily had pulled in her deputy.

"We weren't going to dissuade her," Rennick replied. "At least this way, it's also the Chief Director's problem."

"I'll call the Mayor," Emily said. "I'll let you brief the Wards program coordinator."

A few minutes later

"Thank you for taking my call, Mayor Christner," Emily began.

"Of course, Director," the man replied.

"I'm calling both in an official capacity, and in your role as a concerned uncle. There was an incident at Dinah's school. She was not affected, however another girl was sexually assaulted and the school mishandled the situation."

Roy swore.

"There has been talk for some time," Emily continued, "of revisiting the school certification standards for the Wards program. Between this and Winslow, Brockton Bay has been shortlisted as one of the cities to trial proposed changes. This may result in off-cycle adjustments to program requirements, and other administrative inconveniences. There will not be a corresponding increase in funding."

"I'll have a word with the Superintendent," the Mayor said firmly. "He will cooperate, fully."

Note:
Emily: ... wonderful opportunity to push through those reforms you mentioned.
Kamil: Emily, you shouldn't have. You really, really, really shouldn't have.
 
After checking to make sure Dr. Weaver truly had departed, Emily turned back to the speakerphone.
Places Dr. Weaver can be found:
In the cupboards, beneath the desk, tucked into the supply closet, peeking through the ceiling tiles, in the storm drains (dressed as a clown), lounging in the break room, looking in from the window ledge, directly behind you, directly in front of you...

"There has been talk for some time," Emily continued, "of revisiting the school certification standards for the Wards program. Between this and Winslow, Brockton Bay has been shortlisted as one of the cities to trial proposed changes. This may result in off-cycle adjustments to program requirements, and other administrative inconveniences. There will not be a corresponding increase in funding."
"For alternatives, we're currently looking at Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters, Gotham Academy, and Clone High. One seems to have just been blown up, the other is in a city too dystopian even for us, and unfortunately, none of our Wards meet the criteria for entry to the last one. The search continues."
 
A Matter of Taste, Part 4
Lisa ate a morsel of cheese, took a sip of wine, and made a face. "Wine does taste better with cheese than with ice cream, even lunchables, and I will never forgive your French ass for that."

"You're just jealous," Alec replied primly, turning the television to some Asian cartoon, "that due to my superior French lineage, my ass looks better than yours."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "You're lucky Aisha is willing to run errands for you, because if you tried to do your own shopping you'd wind up talking shit to the wrong person and eating your own teeth."

"Like when you got run off by that raccoon?" Alec replied with a grin.

"That never happened," Lisa replied automatically, "and anyone who says otherwise is a liar."

"The video says you're wrong."

"If video existed, and it didn't, it would have been deleted, so it doesn't."

"Backups."

"Oh, fuck you too," Lisa replied hotly. "Can't I have nice things?"

"Sure, I gave you lunchables. You were going to pair the wine with ice cream."

Their squabbling was interrupted by the doorbell.

Note: This was supposed to be a short exchange before their unexpected guest arrived, but then the smack talk started and wouldn't stop...
 
I can think of plenty of wines that I would rather pair with good ice cream than with cheap-ass industrial ch22se. (like ch33se, but not as good)

But that's mostly because cheap-ass industrial ch22se is not worth eating for anything except its protein content.
 
I can think of plenty of wines that I would rather pair with good ice cream than with cheap-ass industrial ch22se. (like ch33se, but not as good)

But that's mostly because cheap-ass industrial ch22se is not worth eating for anything except its protein content.

Or, given the amount of microplastics found in the shit nowadays, its hydrocarbon content....

Makes me glad I have a texture-aversion to the shit, actually, I loathe cheese, milk, and other creamy-textured foods with the burning passion of a thousand wet farts.
 
"Like when you got run off by that raccoon?" Alec replied with a grin.
Raccoon Girl would like to know more...

But that's mostly because cheap-ass industrial ch22se is not worth eating for anything except its protein content.
In my early-ish student days I bought some of this by accident, thinking I was buying cheap real cheese. Just about inedible. Never again, except possibly in cheese-burgers. I'm not convinced it has any nutritional content.
 
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Processed Cheese Food isn't that bad.
...
Okay, the name is bad. I mean, really? It sounds like something you feed to cheese. But as long as you avoid the Fat Free stuff, you should be fine. Fat free "cheese" is horrible, and it melts as well as fat free butter does. AKA, it doesn't melt at all, it just burns.
 
I'm reasonably certain cattle would prefer humans have an enthusiasm for dairy products to beef. :)

Now, if non-homo sap could Trigger, what would a bovine human Master be going for? :)

First of all, meat is also kind of expensive. But real cheese? A very small wedge of the stuff, maybe a single servings worth, can easily cost you around $10. Price only goes up from there. Meanwhile, "processed cheese food" that's made with vegetable oil is pretty damn affordable. You can get it in a variety of types from "cheddar" (American, sharp, or mild) to "swiss" or "pepperjack" for $0.99 to $1.99 for a package of 32 slices.

Second of all, why are you implying that Dragon never triggered?
 
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Second of all, why are you implying that Dragon never triggered?
Non-sapient. Dragon is sapient. If you're familiar with any sapient cattle...
(... probably best to avoid any political jokes. Give the dust time to settle...)

I wonder how expensive it is to import Canadian cheese (and bacon) to Brockton Bay? Does Alec do such???
 
Probably very expensive. Remember something the Republican party as a whole tend to forget. Tariffs don't punish the manufacturer with higher costs, they punish the end consumer with higher prices.
 
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