Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: the unfinished sequel-thingie to Polish

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Dorothy spotted her duffel bag coming towards them on the luggage carousal. "What about Heero?"

"One of the things you do when you love someone is to adopt their customs. That's your bag, isn't it?"

Dorothy pulled the bag off the carousal, and a minute later, Relena's small suitcase. "Absolutely the only reason I agreed to this pointless waste of time, energy, and money--"

"--For the last time, your trust fund alone is worth more than the entire Preventer's six-month budget, and my mother and I are well enough off ourselves—" Relena interjected.

"--Was to drag you away from your damned report!" She scowled, a fearsome sight with her elegant eyebrows crooked. "You're supposed to be advising the committee, not doing their work for them."

Relena smiled blandly. "I brought my computer, Dorothy. I knew you'd check my suitcase, so I slipped it in your duffel bag when you were finished packing."

Dorothy hoisted her bag to her shoulder. "I know. I double-check everything, especially when my bag mysteriously gains five pounds. Your laptop is indeed in my bag, but your power cord is in my dresser drawer in the south wing."

"You left the cord in Sank?!" Relena yelped, stopping so abruptly that her wheeled suitcase ran into her shin and fell over on her foot. She made a pained noise, and Dorothy was by her in a flash, running her hand along Relena's leg.

"You're fine," she said almost tenderly, looking up at Relena. "Be more careful. Yes, I left it in Sank so you can work until the battery gives out, but after that, you're just going to have to relax."

Relena let her eyes linger for a moment on Dorothy's upturned face, and pale, glossy hair, shining in the sunlight that streamed through the great glass windows of the shuttleport lounge. She offered her a hand up, smiling. "Fine," she said. "I'll be good as gold."

Re: the unfinished sequel-thingie to Polish

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and spotty note-y bits that never even turned into scenes:

"And, just so you know, if you ever want to really turn her on, give her a footrub."

"A footrub," he repeated blankly.

"She's on her feet all day, she likes to have her feet rubbed. I don't know what it is, but she gets, I mean, just positively randy when I hit the soles of her feet. Dig in with the knuckles, and she's all over you."

"Please, please, please stop talking," Heero said desperately. "Go away. Relena likes you, and I can't do anything to you. Stop talking."

"You could leave, if you don't want to talk to me..."

"I would, but you've got the bathroom door there barricaded with the boards from the linen closet..."


Relena said, mildly, "Dorothy, stop being cruel to Heero."

"I can't help it. I like to watch him squirm."

"You're jealous."

"Well, that's true."

Relena regarded her helplessly. "You're being stupid."

Dorothy was being quiet now but her body language announced I'm sulking. Relena sighed deeply and went back to the kitchen.






Dorothy gave the pin a final twist, and the from the lock there resounded a satisfactory thump. "See what you can do with a bobby pin?"

Relena fingered the elastic band binding her braid. "Do you think you could do anything so interesting with this?"

Dorothy eyed her speculatively. "Not with you," she said, her voice heavy with regret.

Re: the unfinished sequel-thingie to Polish

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Relena wearily rubbed her eyelids. "So, what are we having for dinner?" she called, trying to keep her voice light.

"...Sliced ham, stale toast...and yogurt."

"Yogurt?"

"It's what was in the kitchen. Be grateful I heated up the bacon."

"It sounds lovely."

"The yogurt is pinapple-flavored," Dorothy said helpfully. "I thought perhaps we could...spread it on. Like sauce. Or make some sort of sandwich."

Relena swallowed hard. "Dorothy, why didn't you tell me you couldn't cook?"

"Why on Earth did you think I would know how to cook? Anyway, when I was a little girl, our cooks used to serve ham with pinapple sauce," Dorothy argued.

"It's...not quite the same. And I don't know. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen when I was young, and our cook, Eleanor taught me a few things."

"Strange," Dorothy said.

"It seemed important that I...know her. I'm not sure why. My parents—my foster parents didn't discourage me, but I don't think they expected it." Unbidden, the memory of familiar voice floated to the surface of her conciousness.

...wars can only be fought when those who will die are unknown to their leaders--you should always learn about the people who serve you, or you will find it too easy to trade away their lives...

She shook her head. "I really don't know why."

Aaaaaaand, for good measure

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this never even went with that fic, I think, but:

"Miss Relena," Dorothy hissed, "don't eat the cheese. It's drugged."

"The cheese is...how do you drug cheese?"

"I don't know. But it's making my head spin. Don't eat any. Just...pretend to be asleep and wait."

"Are you sure it's not just the wine you had?"

"Miss Relena!" Dorothy's indignition was blunted by the effects of the sedative. "I grew up drinking Zinfandel at lunch. Please!"

Relena reluctantly let her head slump against Dorothy's shoulder, reflecting that this was only slightly less humiliating than the drugged tea.