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Many online discussion sites were buzzing with reports from the disaster zones with some describing seeing "hundreds" of bodies lying in the virtual streets of the online towns and cities.

WORLD OF LOLCRAFT.

I had to keep double-checking to be sure this wasn't being posted by The Onion. Srs Bsness News Sites do not generally read like terrible fantasy epics.

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Jesus is risen, have a snack!

I'm making hot cross buns in the bread machine today (well, they're baking in the oven now) and broiled teriyaki chicken thighs, because if we didn't use those soon, they were going to go bad.

I have no real issue with R asking me to cook for him, if he buys the food. I like to cook more than I like to eat what I've cooked, generally. I just wish he'd consult me beforehand, because he keeps buying food that I don't know how to cook. I don't like chicken thighs, so I've never bought them or cooked with them, and always thought of them more as a grill food. Still, a teriyaki marinade and a few minutes under the broiler can't do them any harm, eh?

I've been working on a fic off-and-on since I posted both The Rules Of Torchwood Three and Promotion. A few people asked to see more of Gabriel, the new tea-boy from Promotion; The Rules seemed a good format to introduce him. I'm hesitant to post this before the finale, since there will be new Rules after, but it's as edited as it's going to get without public view. Also, I've re-named Gabriel, lest my HP readers misinterpret him as a French fencer with the hots for Remus Lupin.

The Rules Of Torchwood Three: Nicholas Redux
Rating: PG-13 for, as per usual, shenanigans.
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

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Sam: So talk about going from bad to worse. On the news they were talking about this train that derails, right?
R: Okay.
Sam: And the train knocks out a gas line which sets the cargo on fire. Which wouldn't be a huge disaster, if the cargo weren't COAL.
R: Wow.
Sam: Yeah.
R: How'd that turn out?
Sam: Fifteen foot flames, as it happens.
R: And then, a hydrogen blimp full of babies --
Sam: AND PUPPIES
R: -- lands on the fire.
Sam: Film at eleven!

But I won't see it, 'cause I'm going to bed.