I am 12% teeny. I disgust myself.

In related news, I've woken up now. Mmm, eight hours sleep at completely the wrong time of day... neat.

And as someone marginally wiser than me rightly said, it's hard to concentrate on things when Courtney Taylor is singing "In you itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-riding-up-your-butt-bikini" in your left ear.

...and now that LJ's decided to /show/ my last post, i can write a new one. *fireworks*

Yes, I share blame for the Crossover Which Must Never Be, and will accept praise, abuse and chocolates. As well as suggestions for the other characters, because if you're going to do something evil, you might as well do it /properly/.

I want a shirt that says "...between oukami no youni and okama no youni" (oukami no youni being "like the wolf" and okama no youni being "like the homosexual", and in kanji), and would like to point out that Ashlea is thereof genius. So, anyone gonna get me one? *hopeful beam*

...dammit.

In other Technomancy-related rambling, OFWhit, I'm glad you approve of my Utena binge. It's especially affective, I find, when it's your first time and you don't know what's going to happen (spoiler avoidance from me? something wrong /there/.) and media player decides to shut down in the middle of key episodes and lose the fast-forward function, so you end up playing hyper-easy-level spider solitaire in the scenes you can't be bothered to rewatch. ^_^ Though, mind you, I'd /hate/ to do a Kenshin marathon on first watching. i have a feeling 92 solid episodes would be too much for my little brain to bear.

By the time I'd finished, it was 7am and tiny scraps of light were filtering in through the venetian blinds and you could hear the birds twittering "accursed witch". Which was quite intimidating.

But mmm, Utena. I'm very much not over it. Which is reassuring, because that's the sign of good anime, ne?

And 'mokushiroku' is a /great/ word.

helicon, the lounge. Hilde has raided the cupboards for pocky and is sitting nibbling it, while Duo reads fanfic with occasional mutters of 'i'm not a girl, and if i was i'd have the sense to use contrafuckingception'. Xu and Nuriko are playing chess.

Nuriko: Hilde, if you eat it all now there won't be any left for the week-estranged-from-computer-and-anime that's coming up.

Hilde: *pokupoku* we can always *poku* buy more *pokupoku*, can't we? *pokupokupoku*

Duo: We're having a week estranged from the computer?

Nuriko: Yes. Do you never listen?

Duo: Not when I can help it, no.

Xu: *bites her lip and moves a bishop* Check.

Nuriko: Bitch! *hurriedly moves her (yes, /her/. got a problem with that?) king*

Noin: *wanders in* Hey, when did we get a dojo?

voice: When we moved in.

Cue synchronous looking up by resident muses, as Kiryuu Touma and Saionji Kyouichi swan in, looking pleased with themselves, and settle down on the couch. Sizing up on both sides ensues, and a wary silence descends, broken by Seifer passing through on his way to the kitchen.

Xu: Check. And mate.

Duo: Hey, Seifer!

An indistinguishable sound comes from within.

Duo: Says here you got some!

Noin: No wonder he's been so happy with himself recently.

Hilde: *moves into the kitchen, speaks reproachfully* You never tell us /anything/...

Seifer: There's a reason for that.

She follows Seifer out of the kitchen, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe as he makes to leave.

Hilde: Where are you going?

Seifer: *turns* Why should I tell you?

Hilde: Common courtesy, maybe?

Seifer: Thing about common courtesy is, it's common.

Nuriko: *gets up and walks over* Sorry to spoil the moment you've got going on here, but I need to get into the kitchen.

Seifer and Hilde move apart: Seifer turns on his heel and starts to walk out.

Hilde: Well?

Seifer: I'm talking to someone. In my room.

Hilde: Who? cbSquall's in the infirmary with a headache. And you /never/ talk to the origfic muses.

Seifer: That's for me to know, and you to find out. *leaves*

Duo: You know, Reno called him a dick, and he doesn't even /live/ here.

Xu: And if even /Reno/ can tell... *turns to face new arrivals* Sorry, who /are/ you?