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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The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“So what’s this thing called again?” Duo asked, dumping his duffel bag in the lobby of the hotel.

“Yaoi-con 2002,” Trowa replied, reading off of the printout he showed.

“And why exactly are we spending an entire weekend here?” Wufei grumbled.

“Because Sally and the others decided we needed a vacation,” Quatre sighed.

“And how come Noin laughed when she gave us our tickets?” Duo demanded.

Quatre shrugged, and wandered over to the desk to check in. They’d only been able to get two rooms, which meant that somebody would have to sleep on the floor... but by the time Quatre had gotten the reservations, the hotel was booked nearly solid, and it took the Winner name to get even the rooms they got. A bored-looking hotel worker took his signature and handed over five key-cards. She told them that the con registration would be delayed for an hour, due to another convention that was going on at the same time, so they decided to go dump their stuff in their rooms.

There was a slight holdup in the elevator, as they puzzled out the working of the key-cards. “You have to swipe your card before you can go to certain levels,” Quatre explained, demonstrating.

Duo tried his own, and glared when the elevator refused to respond. “How come it won’t work for all the levels?” he demanded.

Quatre shrugged. “I guess the keycards only work for the level your room is on... they don’t want you wandering all over the ho -- Heero!”

While they were talking, Heero had managed to dismantle half of the elevator panel, and was working to reconfigure it. “I don’t like not being able to go where I want,” he explained, pulling loose a couple of wires.

“But then it will only work for this elevator,” Duo pointed out. “Wouldn’t it be more efficient to set up your computer in the room and hack into the hotel records, and change it to allow your card total access?”

Heero considered that for a moment. “I guess that makes sense,” he allowed grudgingly, and put the panel back together. Although, for the rest of the weekend, the elevator would only stop at even-numbered floors.1


“Can I see your ID?” the harassed-looking registration worker asked. Trowa pulled out his wallet and rifled through it, coming up with his Preventers ID and handing it to the woman. He noticed Duo staring at him. “What?”