[HIATUS]

[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

Run wild, people. Link me to anything you want me to see or read, babble endlessly, RP in here, or -- and Mikke did this once and holds the spamming title in my LJ for it -- post all your fic here. XD! I approve of cat macros and pictures of cute animals. I also approve of smutty pr0n (fics and art yayz), and cuddly domesticity (fics and art yayz). Go ahead and try to break my e-mail, and give me much love.

♥ ♥ ♥


EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Comments

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Now,” Catoninetails said softly, dangerously. “Tell my sister what you told me.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Catoninetails had barely settled herself back in front of the computer when there came a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, the knocker pushed open the door and came in.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

It was Spike. He was drenched, and he carried a heavy-looking textbook and a sheaf of papers. “Here you are, love,” he said, sounding extremely exasperated. “Remeber our deal. I go and get your lost math homework, me and Dru are in the next story. No backing out now, kay?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Catoninetails smiled as she collected her precious, if slightly damp, Geometry materials. “Of course, Spike. Thanks a mil. I really appreciate this.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“You’d better,” Spike growled. “It’s pouring out there. Do you know what I went through trying to keep those dry?” He sneezed.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“God bless y--” Cat began automatically.

Spike ran screaming from the room.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Oops,” Cat said guiltily, then shrugged. At least he was gone, wouldn’t hang over her shoulder demanding to know when she’d start the next story. Placing the geometry book aside for the moment, Cat reached up to turn the light back off.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

The door of her room burst open again and Willow, closely followed by Xander, stormed into the room. Willow, more upset than she had been since “Dead Man's Party”, was clutching a torn-off printout. Cat could just read the words, printed bold across the top, “The Step Between Life and Death.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Ah. So Willow had seen the latest story.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“What is this supposed to be?” Willow demanded, voice high with her unique personal cocktail of rage and shyness.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Cat stood up slowly, eyes dangerous. Oblivious, or perhaps simply uncaring, Willow had begun to rant, with Xander backing her up.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Grabbing a very dangerous-looking and also extremely illegal knife that was sitting by the computer in case of emergencies, Catoninetails began advancing towards the distraught teenager and the door. “Out,” she said flatly. “Now. Out, out, out, out, out—”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Xander grabbed Willow and pulled her back through the doorway into the hall, in case she lost her respect for the knife. “Uh, Cat,” he began, with a placating tone which soon changed to frustration. Catoninetails stopped, deadly rage in her eyes, holding her knife threatingly, “what we meant to say is that we really need you to write something. We’re going crazy, with nothing, literally nothing, to do. We--”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Cat gestured towards the door with the knife, narrowly missing her character’s shoulder. “Out,” she delivered an ultimatum. “Now.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Once her room was once again clear, Catoninetails took a few minutes, doing her Geometry homework, to calm down. She had planted herself in front of her computer and was just about to switch into the only of her multiple personalities that actually understood biology when her computer went crazy.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

The directory, her carefully made, password-protected directory, completely scrambled. All her open applications quit, and when she tried to re-open her homework, the computer responded with a sharp, agitated “File not found!”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Willow!” screamed Cat. “This is Willow’s doing! I’ll have her hide for this! Willow, give me my homework back or I’ll--”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

It suddenly occured to Cat that Willow might not be working alone. The entire Slayer Squad, demonstratably fed up with waiting for Cat to start writing on her own, might possibly have come up with this scheme to force inspiration upon her.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Fine then,” Cat announced to her blue-glowing moniter. “They want a story, I’ll give them a story.” I’ll write it, she thought. But that doesn’t mean they have to like it.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Seized with glee, ideas running through her head like water, Catoninetails opened a new word processing file and began to type...