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[fantasticpants]

Haha, left the subject line blank! Take that, subject line.

Anyways, I iz sick, and very slowly writing cracky Plaunet.

I reopened sign-ups for the Claude/Bennet exchange through October 9, so if you wanted to enter but forgot (because it's not like I overpimped it or anything... >_>), or know somebody who might be interested - now is the time!

Also,

Comments

[airspaniel]

I hope you feel better soon! *wants the crack badly* ^_^

[fantasticpants]

You too! And the crack is advancing snailishly. Currently in the 1000 words vicinity, and still a long way to go *tries coughing at it to speed it up*.

[airspaniel]

1000 words to you is like 100 to another author. ^_~ I guess I'll just have to be patient. *joins in the coughing brigade*

[fantasticpants]

Well, it was very slow at getting to 1000. But yeah, short fic and I don't get along too well. xP

With our combined coughing powerz, we will bring the world to its knees (kinky)!

[veetvoojagig]

Hah. The first thing I noticed was the frozen yogurt. *laughs*

[fantasticpants]

Bennet is to frozen yogurt as Sylar is to ice cream?

[veetvoojagig]

Apparently.

[tju_tju_tju_tju]

Your set spoiler-y site. It no work for me. :(

*joins you in fits of coughing* Do you think it's possible to transmit a cold over the Internet?

[fantasticpants]

It works for me... Maybe you isn't mrly mrl enuf?

Coughing Brigade FTW. And apparently it's more than possible. We need Mo's magic blood to cure us!

[rhea_carlysse]

1) I knew I would end up writing Claire/Elle
2) I knew I would end up writing Mohinder/Claire
3) I knew Mohinder/Elle had to happen, and I knew I would end up writing it too, of course.

*sigh* Mohinder, what a slut.

I WANTZ MAH MATT/NATHAN!!!1!1!

Hope you're feeling better *squeezes* You know, drink lots of tea, read porn

[entangled_now]

The frozen yoghurt looks a little sinister...and yet cute with it's little red scoopy thing. Maybe you should follow Bennet's example and have frozen yoghurt for your sickness (I'm assuming it's just yoghurt frozen and nothing more sinister!) Beardless Nathan looks kind of sinister too...and naked, see Matt is too embarrassed to look. And I also want to see the BennetPocalypse!!

Also wants to see cracky Plaunet, because I am greedy today...is the coughing at it working?

[fantasticpants]

Anything of Bennet's requires a certain sinister (if sekritly cute) air to it, frozen yogurts especially. And I'd actually need to take a bus to reach a location that traffics in frozen yogurts, and I'm too lazy for that... Something more sinister might work, though.

I agree about the Nathan nakedness... Though I'm sure Matt will come around eventually. He needs to acquire a backup boyfriend, since Mohinder is cheating on him with steamy morally purple phonesex.

Cracky Plaunet is at 1200 words now, so coughing isn't the best motivator, it seems. But I'll make my fingers bleed and be done with it in the next few days, dammit!

Any luck on your end?

[entangled_now]

Sinister and yet secretly cute...this explains Mr Muggles. I must find some frozen yoghurt and examine it to determine it's sinister-ness.

Matt does need a back-up boyfriend because there is clearly adulterous purple phone sex going on, and 'Beardless Nathan' is clearly too scary for him. Perhaps creepy hooded guy and him can work something out! Their love will be angsty and murderous!

Woe, to there only being 200 new words! Though the cracky Plaunet will be worth the wait I think....

In my random Claude/Bennet fic, it's raining and Claude is being slightly obnoxious...that's all I've got so far. *woes* I need more coffee for inspiration!!

[fantasticpants]

I doubt Mr. Muggles is cute in any shape or form, sekritly or otherwise...

Hoodie/Matt=Hoot? Clearly, a fun ship to be had by all.

1400... ): My muse, s/he/it is in coma *attempts to taser the poor beast*.

Rain & obnoxious Claude = a very promising start indeed. *Offers inspiration in form of morally grey coffee, spiked with evil frozen yogurt (You British, you add 'h' to everything! I will not violate the sanctity of the yogurt with a lurking, silent, mysterious H).*