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Written to vilakins' request:
Vila, Soolin, and Tyce in a seaside cafe with a Corgi model Liberator. Gen.

Souvenir

"It came with the drink," Vila said, making little zooming motions with a Corgi model Liberator.

"No, it didn't, Vila," Soolin said as she picked pineapple out of her drink.

"My father has one just like it in his museum," Tyce replied, amused. "Or at least he used to."

"Do you think he'd like to buy another?" Vila asked.

"Vila." Soolin looked at him over her dark glasses.

Vila sighed and handed Tyce the toy. "Pity. I could have made a killing with that."
"Killing? You, Vila?" Soolin smiled.

"I am King on eBay." Vila grinned and raised his glass.

Written to astrogirl2's request: Orac, Ensor, and Ensor, Jr. On top of a cliff. With a rake. Er, gen, please. Raking Up the Future "No, no, no." Ensor shook his head. "The wavy lines start at the north side." Jr. moved to the north side of the cliff and began making wiggly lines with his rake. "This is pointless, dad. The first wind that comes up off the cliff it'll all be rubbish." "Eh? Didn't you hear Orac's prediction? We can't do this anywhere the Phibians can reach, but we have to do it, have to!" Jr. placed smoothed stones according to diagram, and traced contour lines around them. "What kind of a garden is nothing but sand and rocks, anyway?" Orac said, "Zen!"	Written to vilakins' request: Vila, Soolin, and Tyce in a seaside cafe with a Corgi model Liberator. Gen. Souvenir "It came with the drink," Vila said, making little zooming motions with a Corgi model Liberator. "No, it didn't, Vila," Soolin said as she picked pineapple out of her drink. "My father has one just like it in his museum," Tyce replied, amused. "Or at least he used to." "Do you think he'd like to buy another?" Vila asked. "Vila." Soolin looked at him over her dark glasses. Vila sighed and handed Tyce the toy. "Pity. I could have made a killing with that." "Killing? You, Vila?" Soolin smiled. "I am King on eBay." Vila grinned and raised his glass.
.Hello Avon Meets My Little Pony Hello Avon played with Little Ted by himself He could have played with his friends, but they said they were taking the Hello, Goodbye See You Later to a limestone quarry for a wrestling match with Hello Troopers. Hello Avon had done that last week and lost two studs from his best jacket, so he said he had a headache and stayed home. Hello Avon locked Hello Orac so that Hello Vila couldn't find his secret recipe for Hello Jello if he came back unexpectedly, which he probably would, because the weather reports said it was going to rain in the quarry, and then he went for a walk with Little Ted. Just for a change of pace, he turned right at the Hello Hommicks camp, instead of left, and found himself walking into a valley he had never seen before. It had flowers and trees, and pretty ponies everywhere. He walked up to the nearest ponies. "Hello! I am Hello Avon." "Hello," the green pony said. "I am Juniper and this is my friend, Thundercat." Hello Avon was shocked. "You mean you are Hello Juniper and Hello Thundercat." "Oh, no. We're not Hellos. You must have wandered out of your proper universe." Hello Avon turned around, but the path back home was gone. He hugged little Ted, and was very sad. Even though he didn't want to play with his friends today, that didn't mean he didn't want to play with them ever again. His little nose twitched as he thought about crying. And then he thought about Hello Orac, and was even sadder. The ponies were upset, too. "You mustn't cry. No one cries in My Litle PonyLand." "We're not supposed to in HelloLand, either." Hello Avon's voice wobbled and he hugged little ted harder. Another llittle pony trotted up. "Someone is unhappy in Little Pony Land?" "Yes, Luxor," Thundercat said. "Hello Avon can't find his way home to HelloLand." Hello Avon admired Luxur's clothes- blue leather with claws! He would make a suit like that... no, he wouldn't. He couldn't get home, to his computer, or his wardrobe room or... Two big tears welled up in his eyes. "OH NO! Emergency, emergency!" Luxor shouted. "Hello Avon mustn't cry!" All the ponies came running and leaping and swimming and hopping and crawling and flying to gather around Hello Avon. The ponies formed a committee to study the emergency and decide what to do. Hello Avon sat on the grass and sniffed. A big pony snorted and nudged Hello Avon with his nose. "My name is Hades." Hello Avon eyed the pony's sword with misgivings. "I don't think you should be playing with that." The pony snorted again. "Look, if it weren't for me, these wimps would be invaded by barbarians and hauling coal-carts tomorrow." He rolled his eyes. "Sometimes you need someone who isn't sweet to get the job done. Get on my back." Hades spread his wings. "I'll fly you home." Hello Avon scrambled on top of Hades, and clung tightly as the pony flew out of the valley and landed him right next to Hello Orac. "Thank you, Hades!" Hello Avon said, and waved goodbye as the pony flew away again. When the rest of the Hellos returned, Hello Blake asked what Hello Avon had been doing all day. Hello Blake was a little grumpy, because it had rained in the quarry and ruined the after-wrestling picnic and made his curls go all frizzy. Hello Avon smiled. "I've just been horsing around."
This was written to this request: Bounty Hunter Blake and Tarrant. Rope. Lakeside. Roped In "Are you sure about this?" Tarrant tugged on the knot dubiously. "Yes, of course." Blake scratched at his belly, where the protect-o shield itched. "Look, you asked me what we do around here for entertainment, this is it." Tarrant sighed. "All right, but I can't see any fun in it myself." "If you don't want to do it, I'll go get Avon." Blake grinned. Tarrant grabbed the rope above the knot and swung out over the lake. "When do I let go?" "Not yet." Blake watched, gun in hand, and when the lake-shark rose to the bait, he shot it.