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Here's ( my list of fifteen characters: )

And without further ado, on to the questions.

From missmollyetc: 3, 7, and 12 fall in love, how does this happen and when?

Ahahahahha. Okay. So that’s ( Lord Mark Vorkosigan, Lord Peter Wimsey, and Illya Kuryakin )

From darthfox, Two, Four, Six, Eight -- who is the last one standing when they are all driven to drink?

( Bob Bryar, Gwen Cooper, The Tenth Doctor, and Captain Jack Harkness walk into a bar… )

From ellen_fremedon: 5 and 9 go into business together. What do they do, and how does it go?

Ah, the glorious business partnership of ( Pete Wentz and Ekaterin, Lady Vorkosigan )

From etakyma: one and five - bff or enemies for life? Tell us why.

Oh, man. Well. Let me tell you about the deep and meaningful bff-ship of ( Lord Ivan Vorpatril and Lady Ekaterin Vorkosigan )

From stasha2g: Six's answers to 'Fuck/Marry/Push of a Cliff' regarding 2, 12 and 14.

So here’s ( The Tenth Doctor, standing on a cliff with Bob Bryar, Illya Kuryakin, and Donna Noble. )

From reginagiraffe: 7 and 9 go to Italy together. What do they see and does the romance of Italy make them fall in love?

Okay, so, uh, ( Lord Peter Death Bredon Wimsey finds himself on holiday in Italy with this fascinating and bizarre American celebrity by the unlikely name of Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz. )

From iuliamentis: Twelve, 13, 14 and 15 are forced to take a road trip together. Is anyone alive at the end of it, and more importantly, who gets to control the radio/iPod?

( Illya Kuryakin, Patrick Stump, Donna Noble, and Napoleon Solo are in a car together. )

From mrsquizzical: 3 and 8 are secretly in love. 3 braves up and tries to tell 8. 8 misunderstands and thinks 3 is asking on behalf of 6, so is letting them down gently. what happens?

Ooh, how very Shakespearean! So ( Lord Mark Vorkosigan has finally gotten up the nerve to tell Captain Jack Harkness how he feels, only Jack thinks he’s asking on behalf of the Doctor, who he’s not interested in (like that) because he’s really in love with Mark, so he’s letting Mark down gently… )

A whole string from browngirl: 2, 7, and 14 are asked to babysit a 9 month old. What happens? Who resorts to duct tape [first]? What if it's a 2 year old?

So somebody has asked ( Bob Bryar, Lord Peter Wimsey, and Donna Noble to babysit )

What meal would you cook for 13?

Wow, so I’m cooking for ( Patrick Stump… )

What meal would 1 cook for you?

I’ve been invited to dinner by ( Ivan Vorpatril )

15 falls off a bridge. What happens?

Napoleon Solo falls off a bridge… and then we go to commercial break. When we get back he is fine, although soaking wet. If he was bound in some fashion when he went over, odds are even that he still is.

Why was 9 arrested?

Pete Wentz was arrested because somebody talked shit about Ashlee or Patrick to his face, and he hauled off and hit them. And then some asshole called the cops about it.

Does 3 like boats?

( Lord Mark Vorkosigan )

Does 5 like 6?

You know, I think were Lady Ekaterin Vorkosigan ever to meet The Tenth Doctor, she would find herself rather reminded of her husband; so yes, she would like him, while also scanning the area for available cover.

Which of the others on the list would 12 most likely kill, and why?

( Illya Kuryakin would most likely kill… )

Does 8 share any fandoms with you?

Captain Jack Harkness is, in fact, the world’s universe’s biggest Doctor Who fanboy.

From chelletoo: 1, 7 & 14 go on a road trip. Where are they going and which one gets left behind/thrown out of the car because of attitude?

( Okay, so now Lord Ivan Vorpatril, Lord Peter Wimsey, and Donna Noble are in a car together… )

From shihadchick, a follow-up question: Fourteen crashed his/her car. Why is it seven's fault, and what is nine going to have to do to get them all out of trouble?

( Donna has crashed her car, and it is Lord Peter’s fault… )

Still shihadchick: Who would be the worst person to have to share a hotel room with?

Confined space, possibility of intimacy and/or vulnerability? Lord (deliver me from) Mark Vorkosigan.

Could eight and three ever wind up at some kind of costume party together, and what would they be dressed as?

( Captain Jack Harkness and Lord Mark Vorkosigan, in costume. )

From indywind: 11's favorite fandom?

Gerard Way’s favorite fandom--man, I feel sure there’s a canonical answer to this. Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Or maybe he’s just waiting for Yuletide and praying for Catcher in the Rye fic?

From reginagiraffe: What is 10's favorite sex toy? Does he enjoy sharing it with 1?

( Ianto Jones gets a question at last! )

Several from suaine: 4 and 7 find themselves stuck in an enclosed space (elevator, coffin, closet, etc.). Do they get it on?

Gwen Cooper and Lord Peter Wimsey are trapped in an enclosed space: no, no they do not get it on, but they do wind up having quite a stimulating conversation while Lord Peter keeps Gwen distracted from the incipient claustrophobia/imminent death.

5, 8, 9 and 1 are on a boat, sailing around minding their own business. They get sucked into a dimensional rift and end up in a different universe. Which of them becomes the new emperor? Which of them organizes the rebellion against them? Which of them can't stop thinking of home? Which of them never wants to go back? Also, orgy?

( Lady Ekaterin Vorkosigan, Captain Jack Harkness, Pete Wentz, and Lord Ivan Vorpatril… )

10 and 13 are in a relationship. How do they deal with it when one of them falls in love with 2? And does 2 have a choice?

So Ianto Jones and Patrick Stump are together ( (<3 <3 <3 <3 <3) )

15 and 3 are fighting. Who would win? Why are they going at each other? And does it lead to sex?

( Napoleon Solo vs. Lord Mark Vorkosigan )

6, 11, 12 and 14 are in a band. 6 is dating 12. 14 hates everyone, because they are secretly in love with 11, who only wants to play music, dammit. What's their first album called?

( The Doctor, Gerard Way, Illya Kuryakin, and Donna Noble are in a band. )

1-5, 6-10 and 11-15 are facing each other in some kind of competition. What is it? Is there blood? Who wins? And what's the prize?

( For reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture… )


From rubynye: If 10 were to develop a[nother] superpower, what would it be?

( Ianto Jones gets a superpower… )

From shayheyred What did 10 do to deserve being shunned?

Well, to be honest, it was probably that thing where he kept his cyberwoman girlfriend in the basement and she killed some people and almost restarted the whole cyberman invasion. If I had to guess.

Just watched "Quadripartite Affair" for the first time. Illya ♥ ♥ ♥ and, hey, Napoleon totally didn't get tied up at all this episode!

Please, please tell me there are a million stories about how Napoleon turns up at Marion's apartment in the middle of Illya helping her, ahem, put things behind her, and she's all flustered and Illya's all *eyeroll* and Napoleon just smiles and tells them to carry on, like he's just part of the furniture? And then they do? Right?

I have a handful of unanswered emails and LJ comment notifications that just sit, persistently, in my inbox. They're all feedback for Missing Persons, and they're all lovely, and every time I open one of them with the firm intention of replying to it, I'm totally overwhelmed and just have to leave it there a bit longer. So if anybody's reading this who'd been starting to think I'm a jerk who doesn't answer feedback--well, yes. But not because I don't mean to.

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I'm at work on Saturday. I'm the only grownup here, which is weird.

I packed myself a lunch, optimizing the ability to eat it quickly and, if necessary, at a public desk, without spilling anything on myself. My lunch therefore consisted of: peanut butter and jelly sandwich, raisins, and goldfish crackers.

This is not helping my cognitive dissonance about the grownup thing.

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It occurred to me today that the availability of electronic media might be one of a limited number of places where things actually reliably trickle down from the people who can afford the best to the people who have to wait for the magical internet fairies to sweep some crumbs their way.

Which is to say, all of Man from UNCLE is out on DVD now, and before coming to work this morning I watched the first act of "The Vulcan Affair" for the first time. It's been years since I watched any MFU, and as I watched Napoleon's first scene I found myself thinking He's got the gun out, aww, Napoleon, scared of loud noises--actually, you know, I bet we all exaggerate that, he probably doesn't--and then he fired three or four times in a row, squinting and flinching as he did so.

♥

It's like I've suddenly realized I work in a library.

Yesterday I took home the collected poems of James Dickey and Alan M. Beck's The Ecology of Stray Dogs: A Study of Free-Ranging Urban Animals, which I picked up from the sorting room, because, honestly, who could resist a title like that?

Today I got my ILL copy of a Mary Renault book, Purposes of Love, which I immediately requested after someone in some comments thread somewhere indicated that it was an interesting take on gender/power dynamics in relationships set in England c.1938. Or something like that. Anyway, I've never read any Mary Renault, and I don't want to be the last on my friends list to do so...

I also, a half hour ago, just looked up and then went and snagged a copy of Robert Vaughn's (yeah, that Robert Vaughn!) doctoral thesis, Only Victims: A Study of Show Business Blacklisting. Just holding it in my hands is making me feel all squee-y, because, dude, Robert Vaughn wrote a doctoral thesis! He's gorgeous and smart! It's like when somebody figured out that the sexiest thing Lance or Justin could do in a story was math.

Unfortunately, holding Robert Vaughn's thesis in my hands is also causing me to think weird thoughts like, I want to write a thesis. I want to write a thesis on twentieth century American social history.

So I think I'll set it down now and go commune with the thoroughly non-enticing current science journals.

Iulia and I were walking down the street after lunch, and she was listening to me rabbit on about something that I am, for the record, definitely not writing. We talked terminology, I described what would probably be the concluding major plot moment, and she said, "Wow. He's going to be really fucked up."

And I said (um, loudly, the way I do, and definitely audible to the guy and girl walking in front of us unless by some chance they were both deaf), "He was grown in a vat by the KGB. I think 'fucked up' is pretty much built in."

So, yeah.

In the elevator on the way back up to work, I was riding along with a girl I'm slightly acquainted with from my last library job, and a friend of hers. I stood in one corner of the very tiny elevator and stared at the folded beer cap I'd been playing with since fishing it out of my pocket, and she, obviously resuming a conversation, said, "And then right below that were K through Z! And. No!"

And I just had to smile, because. Yes.

So, I spent $1200 last night, and it took me about five minutes. I find this kind of disturbing; I still feel like buying a computer is something I should have my permission slip signed for (even though I've done it alone before, and, yeah, look at the results, I know...) by my big brothers or dad or someone. But I did it, all by my little self - ordered a nice simple basic Dell with a 14" screen and possibly my first perfectly legal copy of WordPerfect ever in life, maxed out all the warranties and got an extra battery and so on.

( I've Got a Name... )

So, when not ordering a new computer online, I've been reading a little Man from UNCLE fic (so good! must get tapes!) and watching a lot of Starsky and Hutch (I'm sorry, did Hutch just call Starsky's mom to ask what his favorite food is, so that he could make them a romantic candlelit dinner for two? Why yes, it looks like he did.) and then we had to go see the movie (hilarious) and there was also some hockey in there somewhere (flukily victorious, which works for me, and then they totally killed me by interviewing my darling beloved goalie after he had changed into a suit and combed his hair and if you'll excuse me I need to go ask around on the puckbunnies board to see if I've got a shot with him...)

But, today's family gathering time, so I can hit up #2 Brother, who I presume, what with one thing and another, will be the only family computer expert presnt, for advice. I assume that transplanting a laptop hard drive into a desktop CPU is just an absurd technical impossibility? Because we've got a couple of those going spare. But S.R.D.A.I.S. Hutchinson Blondo should be here within a week or so, and then the fun really starts...