23 Recent Deviations
Dinner GuestDinner Guest by ~JoeyLiverwurst
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
To Be Whole Chapter 33 Part 1To Be Whole Chapter 33 Part 1 by *Mizutanitony
Title: To Be Whole
Game: Mass Effect
Disclaimer: Owned by Bioware and EA not me!
"You wouldn't be the first to tell me that," Rose said as she pulled the needle from her mouth and began sewing in one last detail. "Though I admit I thought you could appreciate the irony of the outfit I picked for you."
"I would if it wasn't for the fact that you turned something threatening into a joke," huffed Leah as she swished the bottom of her costume. "Seriously, what the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking," grunted Rose as she snipped the final bit of thread and hobbled over to her work case, "that the bottom of that particular cybernetic-organism's design only works as a dress, hence the reasoning behind my concept."
"Well why not make it into armor?" inquired Leela staring at her reflection in disgust, "or make me an outfit similar to Kevin's?"
"Because," groaned Rose disgusted at her niece's complaints, "that would just be
Closed SessionFlorida! Why did it have to be Florida?Closed Session by ~JoeyLiverwurst
Joe hated Florida. Tourist traps and old people too stupid to read a ballot. As a result, eight years of George W. Bush, although it did lead to some pretty good music.
Joe had wanted to go to North Carolina. He had heard wonders about Charlotte barbecue and Research Triangle Park, but North Carolina was the worst state for unions. Hardly anybody was attending the convention over it. So, Florida it was.
Maybe he could get a big juicy story no one else could. Catch delegates drunk or doing drugs, really hard drugs. With hookers. That would be the ticket, and he could move up to some bigger, better paper.
He called out to a cabbie. "Hola! Donde es el convention center?"
"Get in," instructed the driver.
"Yo soy journalista," Joe gushed. "Te gusta los taxis?"
"Oh. All right."
The car left the airport.
"You know today's cancelled, right?"
"Mmm, heard something about that. Maybe I can still catch them saying something shocking, thoug
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