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soylentOrange

Urban Legend
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« Reply #560 on: 01-20-2010 23:54 »

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yay!  SO is alive
  Pfft, this coming from the man that's been awol for half a year.  Dont I remember something about a bunch of updates that were coming?  In September?  Just kidding :P
km73

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« Reply #561 on: 01-21-2010 05:57 »

I knows.  Yeah, you tell 'im!
This lapse of logic befuddles me.

JN: Oh WELL THERE YOU ARE.  He's alive?  What about you, mister??
soylentOrange

Urban Legend
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« Reply #562 on: 04-06-2010 00:24 »

An hour passed while the plan was fleshed out.  Gradually, members of the two crews wandered away from the circle around the lantern as Leela and Tura began to unintentionally dominate the conversation.  The two cyclopses, excited by what they were planning, completely forgot for the time being that they hated each other. 

 Morris and Munda watched the two versions of their daughter.  Later, this more than any other would be the part of the ordeal that would stick with them, seeing their daughter talking so freely and openly with another person, even if all they were discussing was war.  Tura’s eye was bright and her posture relaxed.  She and Leela sat hunched over the lantern talking in conspiratorial whispers.  If they tried hard enough, Tura’s parents could almost believe that all of this mess was just a terrible dream, and that they were back home sitting in their front room, watching their daughter get to know her long-lost twin sister.  Munda squeezed her husband’s hand.  They both knew that this moment needed to be treasured, and that it wouldn’t come again.

Hermes and LaBarbara eventually realized that they had no real need to continue to hang around, and left to go check on Dwight.  They took Farnsworth with them.  Aimee and Bender went off to find something to wash off the grime that had collected on them after their trek through the sewers the ruins of the old city.  Aimee suggested that Fry do the same, but the delivery boy just gave her a blank stare.  When the intern repeated herself, and Fry laughed, Munda shot the hapless redhead that look that is universal to mothers of all species.  It had been years since Fry’s own mom had used it on him; he’d forgotten just how potent a force it could be. 

“You know, I think I could use a shower after all.”  Fry squeaked, backing toward the door. 
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When Fry got back from the most miserable bathing experience of his life, he found Phil sitting off to one side of the meeting room with his back pressed up against the wall.  He was watching Tura and Leela whispering to each other.  The lamplight cast very little illumination beyond a little pool in the center of the room, so Fry could barely make out his duplicate's face. 

On impulse, Fry crossed the small room and plopped down next to Phil, startling the other delivery boy, who had been immersed in his version of deep thought.

“That was the worst shower, ever.”  Fry declared matter-of-factly.  He shivered dramatically to emphasize his point.  “I think it was actually colder than that month where dad made me clean myself with snow because the commies were bugging the water supply.”

Phil nodded in sympathy.  He’d used the ‘shower’ that morning.  A thousand-year-old ruined skyscraper doesn’t have much in the way of water.  Someone had managed to stumble across a pipe that trickled ice-cold, but relatively clean-looking, water from some unknown source high up in the ruin.  “I know what it’s like.”  Phil assured his double.  “Leela made me take a shower right after we got here.  Just be glad no one made you use any shampoo.”

“Sham what?”  Fry asked, horrified.

Phil shuddered.  “It’s some gross gel-stuff that the mutants invented, I guess.  You don’t wanna know.”

After Fry’s brain processed that for awhile, he suddenly remembered why he’d gone over to join Phil in the first place.  “So, umm, thanks for vouching for me back there.”  Fry said after a short awkward silence. 

“It’s okay.”  Phil replied.  “I know you would never have slept with Tura.”

Fry was taken aback.  “I wouldn’t?  Why not?”

“Same reason as why I would never sleep with Leela.”

Because she’s not your Leela, just like Tura isn’t my Leela.  The thought crashed through Fry’s head like a drunk driver through a 7-11.  He’d had this thought before, as he and Tura were walking home from their date at Elzar’s.  It had confused him then, and it confused him again now.  Why do I keep thinking that Tura isn’t my Leela?  He asked himself.  How long do I have to know Tura before she counts as ‘my’ Leela?  And besides, Leela was never any more ‘mine’ than Tura is.

“I know what you’re thinking.”  Phil murmured softly.  “I’ve been trying to figure out the same thing- except, you know, the other way around.”

“Oh.”  There was a beat while Fry realized that his double had just revealed that he had feelings for Leela.  “What did you figure out?”

In response, Phil slid a few inches down the wall.  “I dunno.”  He admitted.  “Remember those sandwich worms we had that one time?  Remember how they made us smart?”

“Yeah.  Man I wish I had a few of those right now.  Then maybe some of this would make sense.”

Phil nodded in agreement. 

Fry looked at his double out of the corner of his eye.  “You know, I sorta thought that you were going to hate me when I got here.” 

Phil seemed to think about that for a moment.  “Huh.  Actually, I kinda thought so too.  But now that you’re here, I’m not mad at you.  I guess I feel like you and Tura dating is sort of like Tura and I are dating   I mean, we’re technically the same person, right?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”  He didn’t show it on the outside, but inwardly Fry was incredibly relieved. He’d had no idea until that moment just how much he had been dreading meeting his alternate self and discovering that his duplicate hated him.

The two delivery boys fell silent then and soon found their eyes wandering in the direction of the Leelas.  The two PE Captains were still ironing out their plan to dupe the DOOP.  Fry and Phil both chuckled in unison when it occurred to them simultaneously that, whatever complicated plot the two Leelas were scheming up, it would never happen.  In the delivery boys’ experiences, any so-called ‘battle plan’ disintegrated into confusion and chaos the moment anyone started shooting.

“She thinks you’re going to stay.”  Phil said eventually.

Fry nodded, having only half-heard what had been said.  When the words finally sank in, he gulped loudly.  “I know.”  He said uneasily, turning toward Phil.  “And Leela thinks I’m going to go with her.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Fry thought about it a long time.  He felt like he owed his duplicate a truthful answer.  Lying to himself- himselves?- wasn't going to do him- them- whatever, any good.  In the end, he gave up with a defeated sigh.  “I don’t know.”  His brain just wasn’t built for handling these kinds of situations.  He could barely wrap his mind around what was happening, let alone clear his head enough to make life-changing decisions. 
km73

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« Reply #563 on: 04-06-2010 04:59 »

eek  Oh, more.  Radical-er than a.. derivative.. function...  something.  He finally got back to you?

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“I think it was actually colder than that month where dad made me clean myself with snow because the commies were bugging the water supply.”

laff

"Dupe DOOP" is slick too.
When did JN get back to you?
soylentOrange

Urban Legend
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« Reply #564 on: 04-06-2010 05:39 »
« Last Edit on: 04-06-2010 05:40 »

he didn't.  He was going to try and get back to me a week ago, but life caught up with him again.  no big deal.  I don't want him to feel like he has any obligation to beta for me.  I know what being an academic is like, and I'm not sure in his position that I'd want to spend any of my rare free time correcting grammar mistakes in some guy's fanfic.
km73

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« Reply #565 on: 04-06-2010 08:36 »
« Last Edit on: 04-07-2010 00:02 »

Aw, but you're not "some guy"... you're.. Essoter-ific.
Heard that that earthquake shook the whole San Diego area supposedly though, wonder if he experienced anything at all with that.   : /

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Why do I keep thinking that Tura isn’t my Leela?  He asked himself.  How long do I have to know Tura before she counts as ‘my’ Leela?  And besides, Leela was never any more ‘mine’ than Tura is.

Those are very good questions.

And I didn't really catch any grammar mistakes, but shouldn't 7-11 be 7^11, I s'pose...

Oh plus p.s. did you work things out with your bike??...
JustNibblin

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« Reply #566 on: 04-06-2010 23:15 »
« Last Edit on: 04-06-2010 23:17 »

Huh, so my ears were burning...

SO, I think I can get to this tonight, the remainder of what you've posted.  While fan fiction sometimes has to be a low priority, a promise made is never a low priority:  (a promise made is a debt unpaid).  So you'll get this in 24.

Hi Kim!  Yes, felt the earthquake for a good minute or so.  Almost put my wife into labor--yes, we're having a third kid next week...

...but at least my whale-tracking program is working!
km73

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« Reply #567 on: 04-06-2010 23:57 »

WELL THAT IS GOOD.
Ha ha, knew you'd show up again...

Almost put my wife into labor--yes, we're having a third kid next week...

:O!!  Ohh, super..  You never tell us anything. frowncry
Boy or girl??
Major mega grats!
soylentOrange

Urban Legend
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« Reply #568 on: 04-07-2010 00:06 »

Oh wow, congratulations on the baby! 
km73

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« Reply #569 on: 04-07-2010 04:58 »

I felt it would be remiss without some sort of an image...





Also, Ess, you didn't answer about your bike endeavors mad, but I can continue living in perpetual suspense...
soylentOrange

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« Reply #570 on: 04-07-2010 05:07 »

i did who about what now?  Oh umm... no, I didn't get my bike fixed.  The bike store was closed sunday and I havent had time to go yet this week. 
JustNibblin

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« Reply #571 on: 04-08-2010 06:39 »

I felt it would be remiss without some sort of an image...






Ahh, isn't that almost disgustingly cute?

Next baby will be a girl.  So three girls total.  I grew up with two younger sisters, so I'm hoping I'm prepared for this.

And yes, I know I haven't been too communicative for a while.  I'm sorry, I've enjoyed my time here and consider you two virtually my friends.  I'll keep you posted on the birth!  Hope things are well with y'all, feel free to drop me a line...

...and your edits are in SO.  Any hope for any new material?  Am I forgiven?
soylentOrange

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« Reply #572 on: 04-09-2010 00:06 »

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Am I forgiven?
Nevers! 

Nah, don't worry about it JN.  I havent written anything in the last month anyway, so its not like you held me up or anything.  I'll look at your edits next week hopefully.
soylentOrange

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« Reply #573 on: 05-02-2010 21:08 »
« Last Edit on: 05-03-2010 06:55 »

And a month passes...  If anyone is wondering, yes, I did in fact fall off the edge of the world.  Long, boring story.  I'm back for the moment though, and I come bearing even longer, but hopefully slightly less boring stories!
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Several hours later, Leela lay in the dark with her back against the crumbling concrete of what they had dubbeb the conference room.  Whatever its original purpose had been, there was no way to know, but she found herself imagining what it might have looked like filled with its original inhabitants in their bizarre clothes, preparing for the next mammoth hunt, or whatever it was that people did back in the Stupid Ages.  All that remained now were a few pieces of barely recognizable wood and some metal bits that were so badly rusted that their original purpose was a mystery.  The only thing to remain intact was a small plastic bottle that Leela had discovered buried in the dust when she'd sat down.  The plastic was badly degraded after so much time, but she could just barely make out the words 'Diet Coke' pressed into the bottle.  She made a mental note to ask Fry about that later.  She hadn't realized that there'd been such a drug problem back then.

The antimatter rifle that she'd taken with her during the evacuation of the mutant village sat casually at her hip as she sat facing the door.  There had been no way to lock it, and barricading it would have raised questions.  No one was likely to wander into this particular room, but Leela would have to stay alert all night in case she got unlucky.  If somebody did happen to walk in on her and her crew, she would have to try and bluff her way out of it.  If all else failed, she had her weapon.  She'd never shoot one of her own people of course, but she could threaten to.  Nobody had to know that the safety was on.

A dim glow crept in under the door and cast just enough illumination for her to make out Fry, Bender, and Amy.  The robot looked to be fast asleep, but the intern and the delivery boy would toss and turn every once in awhile to try and get comfortable on the cold concrete floor.  It occurred to her that this was the first time that the four of them had been together in months.

Tura, her crew, the Farnsworths, and the Conrads had all retired to the rear of the building, where hundreds of cots originally made for refugees fleeing the sewer renovation had been repurposed for the evacuation.  Leela would have done just about anything to crawl onto one of those cots right then, but the plan that she and Tura had cooked up required that everyone from the alpha timeline stay hidden until the next morning.  For everything to work, there could be no question in the minds of the mutants who belonged to the 'good' Planet Express crew, and who was part of the 'evil' one.

The plan was a good one, she immodestly thought. They had a good chance of success.  She just wished that she had been able to come up with something that didn't involve tricking the mutants into thinking she was evil.  Everything depended on the DOOP seeing the mutants, led by Tura, chasing Leela and her crew through the streets.  It had to look real, or the DOOP wouldn't buy it, and so it would be real, probably right down to rocks whizzing by her head.  She was just grateful that she and Tura would be the only ones with actual weapons.  Of course, Tura would have to take occasional potshots in Leela's direction in order to keep up appearances.

Let's just hope one of those 'potshots' doesn't 'accidentally' nail me in the back of the head.  Leela thought, darkly.  It wouldn't happen.  Tura would know that her parents would never forgive her, and neither would Fry.  

Fry.  How could she have tried to sleep with him?  Was she really that desperate to hurt me?  It had been easy enough to imagine Tura as some sort of conniving little harpy-bot bent on her demise when they'd never even met, but now...

It was like looking into a mirror.  

 It was one thing to know intellectually that Tura was an exact duplicate right down to the cellular structure and thought patterns, but it was something entirely different to actually see it.  Every minute detail of facial expression and body language was there, right down to the way that she cocked her head slightly when she was listening intently, or the way she tended to tap her fingers against her knee when she was thinking was duplicated by Tura.  After an hour together, they'd even begun to finish each other's sentences like some old married couple.  This was no strange person with incomprehensible motives.

Leela now found herself unable to believe that Tura had been using Fry to punish her for the simple reason that she herself could never have done such a thing in Tura's place.  When she considerd it, she could even imagine how, had things been different, she and Phil might have become very close.  She just couldn't imagine how anything physical would have ever happened.  Even after she's forced the shampoo on him.

What did Fry do that he didn't tell me about?  Leela wondered.  She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he lay at the other end of the room.  Abruptly, he rolled over on his side.  His jacket made a soft scraping noise against the floor.

Fry had his flaws- he was childish at times, unmotivated, and not particularly bright- oh who was she kidding?  She'd come across dark matter that was more luminous than he was- but, for all that, he was unfailingly loyal.  Time after time he'd gone to the ends of the Earth (and well beyond, for that matter) for her.  She wished she knew what he'd done for Tura- what he'd said- and found herself guessing how things would have been different if she'd given in, like Tura seemingly had, and acted on her feelings.

And, as dangerous as it was for her to admit it, even to herself, the feelings were there.  Fry had done so many things for her over the years.  There'd been the opera of course, and the weeks that he'd spent at her bedside while she was in a venom-induced coma.  He'd tried to get her and Lars back together despite his own feelings in order to make her happy.  He'd saved her from what would have been a disastrous marriage to that creep Alkazar, and he'd even saved her life a couple of times.  She'd repaid all of it by dating a steady stream of slime balls, creeps, and lowlifes.  She suspected that, by now, it probably felt to Fry like she genuinely enjoyed ripping his heart out and then stomping on it repeatedly.  She hated doing that to him, and she hated herself for doing it, but she'd managed to convince herself time and time again that it was for the best, secure in the knowledge that Fry would never give up on her, and that there would always be time in the future for things to work out between them.

Things between Fry and Leela had always been complicated.  When he'd first started to show an interest in her, she'd thought it was sweet, and hadn't taken it very seriously.  After all, Fry's attention span was often rivalled by the owls that scuttled around in the basement of Planet Express.  As time passed, however, it started to become clear that the delivery boy was serious, and she'd tried her best to discourage him.  He was sweet, sure, but at the time she just couldn't have imagined a relationship with such a childish, unmotivated slob.

The trouble with Fry was that he was so endearing, and, as every day passed, she found herself a little less put off by the idea of the two of them together.  Then Fry had written her that opera, and suddenly things had come into focus.  Fry had poured every ounce of his being into that piece of music, and, minus the unexpected solo from the robotic prince of darkness, it had all been for her.  He'd professed his love several times before that, but the opera was where she'd finally uinderstood that he meant it.  What she hadn't been ready for was the revelation that she loved him too.

Leela had never been very good at dealing with her emotions.  Endless torment by her peers had forced her to suppress them until she'd come to- subconsciously, at least- associate any emotion that didn't help her kick somebody else's ass as a weakness that could be exploited. Being in love left her vulernable.  It didn't matter that Fry was probably the last person that would ever intentionally hurt her.  

What seperated Fry from anyone else in her life that had gotten too close was his own peculiar brand of stubborness.  He never gave up.  It didn't matter how many times that Leela, in her state of denial, did something to hurt him.  He just rolled with the punches, and he was still there when the latest prick left her for the nearest woman with two eyes.  So, finally, after she'd spent years pretending that she was a heartless bitch who wanted nothing to do with him, he'd finally started to break through her defenses and, after what had happened between her and Lars, she'd been forced to acknowledge, at least to herself, how she felt.

Unfortunately for both of them, Leela still had one reason left that she was clinging to that kept her from giving in to Fry's relentless onslaught of gentle advances.  The idea that she might be romantically involved with a member of her crew immediately conjured up memories of a dozen circumstances where her job had put her and her crew in a situation that required her to make split-second decisions that could easily result in someone's death.  Could she really order Fry to do something that would put him at risk if she allowed herself to give in to the feelings that she had for him? Could she trust herself to make the logical, unemotional decisions upon which depended the lives of the entire crew?  She just wasn't sure.  And if something did happen- if somebody other than Fry died- she'd spend the rest of her life wondering if it had happened because she'd played favorites.

Since Lars's death, Leela had been justifying rejecting Fry because she did not plan to work at Planet Express for the rest of her life.  With the career chip that she'd received from Professor Farnsworth and her many years of experience as a space captain, she'd have no trouble finding a better job. When the thrill of laser battles, time travel, and all of the other crazy things that she'd experienced working for Farnsworth finally started to wear off, she'd go find a nice, cushy job as a pilot for a cruise line, or maybe for one of those survey ships that charts unexplored star systems.   And when her days as a glorified truck driver were over, and she was no longer responsible for Fry's life, she'd finally let her emotions sweep her away, in a careful, pre-planned sort of way, of course.

That had been her plan.  Late at night, when she was at her weakest, she'd been able to keep herself from picking up the videophone and calling Fry by reminding herself that it would all work out.  Calling would be a mistake. She just had to wait.  But Tura had found a loophole in their plans, amd, worse, it was beginning to look like all of her plans and excuses were nothing more than that same denial that she thought she'd finally discarded.

What if he decides to stay with her?  It seemed impossible that he wouldn't.  And Phil must be feeling so betrayed by now that he'll want to be as far away from Tura as possible.  Leela tried to imagine Phil coming back with her to the alpha timeline.  Somehow, it wouldn't be the same.  She liked Phil, but he would be a constant reminder that, somewhere, somebody else was with her Fry.

Somehow I've got to convince him to come back with me.  Leela told herself.  Tura doesn't love Fry; she loves Phil.  She's managed to convince herself that it doesn't matter which reality Fry is from as long as it means that she can be with him, but that will only last until Phil is gone and she realizes what she has done to him.  I can't let her wreck all of our lives.

Unconsciously, her eye narrowed.

One way or the other, Fry is coming home with me.
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It was a long, cold night.  The ruins of Old New York were like a gigantic cave; the temperature was always a cool fifty degrees, and the air was permeated with a dampness that never seemed to quite go away.  When he'd been moving around, it had seemed almost pleasant to Fry, but after a couple of hours of laying on his side on the concrete floor, he could feel the heat leaching out of his body.  In the end though, his discomfort wasn't enough to stave off sleep

 He awoke to the sensation that a small truck had parked on his stomach.  Fry tried to scream, but all that came out was a dull wheeze.  He couldn't breathe!  One of his arms was pinned under the massive chunk of what must have been debris that had fallen from the ceiling, but, in a state of panic, he clawed desperately at it with his other.  The debris, for its part, didn't approve.

"Hey, what's the big idea?"  Bender demanded as he rolled off of the delivery boy's stomach.  

"Bender?!"  Fry wheezed.  "What... the hell...?"

The robot crossed his arms and gave Fry his best simulation of an offended look.  "Sure, two humans share a little body heat and its perfectly fine, but when the robot tries to join in, he gets his eyes scratched out."  With one hand, Bender unscrewed one of the tubes that functioned as his eyes and held it out for his other eye to inspect.  After muttering something unintelligible, he placed the eye back in its socket.

"Body heat?  Wha-?"  But there was Amy right next to him, only half awake, blinking at the robot like he'd grown a second head.  

Amy must have come over to lay next to me sometime last night to stay warm.  Fry realized.  "But Bender, you're a robot.  you don't have any body heat."

This, of course, set off a whole new round of offended noises from the bending unit, who had no doubt intended for things to play out this way from the very beginning, just so he could be the center of attention for a few minutes.

Unfortunately for Bender, Leela had been sitting at the other end of the room all night long, cold, sore, and wide awake.  Any last trace of patience that she might have otherwise had for the robot's little games had vanished about the time Amy had stopped shivering and muttering under her breath and had gone to nestle next to Fry.  It wasn't like she was jealous or anything.  Somehow, she just felt that, if she had to sit there and freeze while she kept watch, then someone else should have to also.  She'd spent a good chunk of the pre-dawn hours muttering words to pretty much just that effect while absently fidgeting with the safety mechanism of her rifle.  But, in any case, rather than just waiting for Bender to get bored with his little game and shut himself up, she rose to her feet, grabbed her antimatter rifle, and walloped him over the head with it.  

Fry and Amy both grimaced at the loud clang the rifle made when it hit Bender's skull.  They could all clearly hear muffled voices coming from somewhere down the hall- no doubt from Tura setting their plan in motion- and getting caught in this room now would not be in any way pleasant.  

Sure enough, there was a knock at the door a moment later.  The three humans looked at each other nervously, and Leela leveled her weapon.  Bender made a meek whimpering noise and tried to hide behind Fry.

The door opened a crack and an arm appeared, followed by Tura's father's familiar voice.  "It's me."  He whispered.  "I'm going to come in, now.  Nobody's going to shoot me, right?"  There was a slight pause.  "Right, Leela?"

Leela rolled her eye when Morris finally decided it was safe enough to take a cautious glance around the edge of the door.  Not that an inch-thick imitation-wood door from a millennium earlier would have been much protection.

"Oh come on, dad.  It's not like I'd shoot you.  Anyway, I left the safety on-"  She squeezed the trigger to demonstrate, and a pencil-thin ray of violet flashed from the weapon and buried itself in the wall with a puff of vaporized concrete.  Everyone jumped about a foot into the air.

 "Ohh, what do you know, I guess this is the safety over here." Leela said sheepishly

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@JN: about Leela's reasons for rejecting Fry over and over again.  I completely agree that there's some denial going on there, but she says in ITWGY that "maybe I waited too long to say this, but, I love you too."  That says to me that she has slowly been coming to terms with her feelings for Fry, and has been keeping herself from admitting to them for some raisin.  She's so afraid of getting hurt that, when even she wasn't buying the whole denial routine any more, she came up with this "I couldnt live with myself if somebody got hurt" excuse.  I know its a bit weak, but trying to come up with anything resembling a sane thought process for Leela is just about impossible.  Sometimes she seems like she's in denial (TKoS, TWoF), other times she openly has feelings for him (The Sting, TDHAIP), and sometimes she seems to forget that she even knows him (BBS, BWaBB).  People dont work that way.  It's almost like somebody comes by every once in awhile and reprograms her.  Actually, that would make a fantastic plot for a fanfi-  oh, right, darnit.
km73

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« Reply #574 on: 05-03-2010 06:43 »

Aha!  Hmm, I didn't think you had actually fallen off the edge of the world, just maybe that thing I said once about tripping on the edge of the universe.  Or something.  (I did say something like that once, didn't I?...)  Anycase - Good chunky update Ess!  This longer clump pinpoints and showcases far more of your stylistic...  stylings.

I'm sorry, I've enjoyed my time here and consider you two virtually my friends.

It is mutual.   :D

She'd come across dark matter that was more luminous than he was-
 
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Sometimes she seems like she's in denial (TKoS, TWoF), other times she openly has feelings for him (The Sting, TDHAIP), and sometimes she seems to forget that she even knows him (BBS, BWaBB).  People dont work that way.

Actually, I don't know..  Sometimes some sort of seem to.   At any rate I think you capture her inconsistencies and indecisivenesses as well as anyone.
I don't feel your/Leela's 'excuse' about the responsibility incurred due to being the Captain is really all that weak.  I think it's relatively plausible.  From her point of view.
Plus, I always like your treatment of all the characters.    Also, 'mammoth hunt'.
JustNibblin

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« Reply #575 on: 05-04-2010 09:21 »
« Last Edit on: 05-04-2010 09:31 »

Hey bud, I'm glad you finally posted.  This means that finals/grading/RL must be getting easier (or at least on hold)...

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@JN: about Leela's reasons for rejecting Fry over and over again.  I completely agree that there's some denial going on there, but she says in ITWGY that "maybe I waited too long to say this, but, I love you too."  That says to me that she has slowly been coming to terms with her feelings for Fry, and has been keeping herself from admitting to them for some raisin.  She's so afraid of getting hurt that, when even she wasn't buying the whole denial routine any more, she came up with this "I couldnt live with myself if somebody got hurt" excuse.  I know its a bit weak, but trying to come up with anything resembling a sane thought process for Leela is just about impossible.  Sometimes she seems like she's in denial (TKoS, TWoF), other times she openly has feelings for him (The Sting, TDHAIP), and sometimes she seems to forget that she even knows him (BBS, BWaBB).  People don't work that way.    

Men don't work that way, at least.  I've learned that women can have at least three completely contradictory emotions at the same time, and if they take the time to explain it all out, it actually makes sense.  Kinda like a quantum mechanical emotional universe.

Anyway, mea culpa, given Leela's quote in WGY, I can see how her thinking might have evolved to what you have in your fic. However, I think you can find a quote in any of the four movies that would support any interpretation of her thinking, given the whiplash treatment her character got in those movies.  Your description of her thinking is probably the clearest explanation I've come across interpreting her post-BBS actions.

It's almost like somebody comes by every once in awhile and reprograms her.Actually, that would make a fantastic plot for a fanfi-  oh, right, darnit.

Really intriguing.  Only problem I see is that it would be a long story. tongue
soylentOrange

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« Reply #576 on: 05-06-2010 06:17 »
« Last Edit on: 05-06-2010 06:19 »

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if they take the time to explain it all out, it actually makes sense.  Kinda like a quantum mechanical emotional universe
 I dunno, I'll agree that the logic behind female emotions is quantum mechanical, but I would've said it was because, if you try and analyse it, it collapses in on itself. :P



Archonix

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« Reply #577 on: 05-06-2010 18:15 »

Unfortunately it tends to collapse in the same manner as a proton and an anti-proton...
soylentOrange

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« Reply #578 on: 05-07-2010 22:58 »

The first phase of the plan that Leela and Tura had devised had been put into action late the night before.  Aimee had called Kif and arranged for a DOOP surveillance drone to park itself over the street near the entrance to the mutants' hideout.  She didn't tell him why the drone was needed, only that it would "answer a few questions".

Phase two had been a little trickier.  When most of the mutants had awoken, Tura had wandered over to Vyolet and made the comment that she didn't like the ruin that they were hiding in.

"There's only one way in and out." Tura explained.  "If the DOOP finds us, we're stuck."

Vyolet didn't give Tura the response that she'd hoped for.  At least, not right away.  Vy had already burned through her stash of cigarettes and was feeling the first twinges of withdrawal.  The craving was distracting, and she wasn't really listening to what Tura was saying.

Tura wasn't about to give up.  She'd been practicing this conversation all night long, and Vyolet was going to play the part that Tura had written for her in her head, whether she liked it or not.  "If only there was a back door or something, so we could sneak away if we had to."

Vyolet nodded in irritation. 

Still Tura pressed on.  "Have you seen any other ways that we might be able to get out of here, you know, in an emergency?"

"How about that hidden back door were using yesterday?"  Vyolet snapped back.  The moment the words came out it was obvious by her slightly shocked expression that Vyolet hadn't meant to say them that way, but she didn't apologize.

Bingo.  Tura thought.   "What are you talking about?"  And, right on cue, Phil came sauntering up to join in the conversation.

"Yeah, what back door?"  The delivery boy asked a little too eagerly.  "Because we didn't find any back door yesterday that we could, like-"  His voice cut out with a yelp as Tura stepped down hard on his foot. 

"Wait, yes you did." Vyolet responded.  Tura had finally managed to catch her full attention.  "You and Phil came back from looking for supplies, but you left again later with Aimee and the robot.  Remember?  You came back through the front door a second time and asked me for your gun back?  Dwayne and I were confused because we didn't know how you got back outside?"

Tura forced herself to speak a little more loudly.  She wanted to make sure everyone heard what she was going to say next.  "But Vy, that couldn't have happened.  I never left the building after  the first time I went out looking for supplies."

"Yeah, me neither."  Phil added.

"W- what?"  Vyolet stuttered.  "Yes, you did.  You both did.  The first time you went out through the front door and you were carrying your big rifle, then you went back inside a few hours later.  But then, a few hours after that, you came in through the front door again, and the second time you didn't have your gun with you."   

"Wait a minute, Vy.  That doesn't make sense.  I would never have gone outside without something to defend myself.  Especially not if I had three other people with me."

"But, but you did."  the poor mutant insisted.  "Didn't they, Dwayne?"

By now everyone in the crowded room was listening in on the conversation, including Dwayne.  "Yes, that's how I remember it-" he said.

Inwardly, Tura was about to explode under the tension.  Laser battles she could handle, but manipulating people was something that she just wasn't hardwired to be good at.  It was too damned slow!  Keep it together.  She ordered herself.

Tura made a big show of stopping to think.  "Tell me-" she said at length.  "Did I seem nervous the second time you saw me?"

Vyolet considered that.  "Yeah.  Actually, you kinda did."  The mutant paused before continuing.  "And, you never actually said what you were doing out there the second time, or why all four of you went that time, or why you needed that gun when you came back."

"Ok, Vy.  This is really important."  Tura tried to put as much worry into her voice as she could muster.  "Was anything different about me, or about Phil or the others?  Anything at all?"   

"No, I don't think so."

"Nothing was different?  How about the hair?  Or maybe the clothes?"  Come on, Vy, remember the clothes.

"No, I really don't- wait. Yes, yes there was something different.  All of you were covered in wet sewage, like you'd just come down from the sewers."

"But Vyolet, if I was only gone for a few hours, how could I have gotten to the sewers and back?"

Vyolet clearly had no answer to that.  "How about anybody else?  Has anyone else seen me, Phil, Aimee, or Bender in a place that didn't make sense?"

That was Morris's cue.  "I thought I heard Bender's voice in the hallway in front of me last night, but he was standing right beside me."

A few whispers started up around the room.

 "I thought I saw Aimee walk by the doorway this morning, but she was asleep in her cot."  Raoul added. 

"I haven't left this room yet today."  Aimee assured everyone. 

The whispers became a steady undercurrent of concern.  A few worried glances were made in the direction of the door.

Munda cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.  "Yesterday, I saw Phil go use the shower."  That alone produced some gasps, but Tura's mother wasn't finished.  "Twice."

 The room erupted into noise as everyone started to talk at once.  A small undercurrent of fear started to mingle with the stench of too many bodies packed too close together.

]i\Looks like it's time[/i].  Tura thought.  She nodded to her father who, without a word, got up and quietly left the room without being noticed. 

Tura's plan now was to buy as much time as possible, to put the breaks on what she had tried so hard to start.  Arguments started to spring up around the room.  Some thought maybe the ruin was haunted.  Others claimed that all of the strange occurrences could be explained away as too much stress coupled with not enough sleep. 

At least two or three minutes passed.  Morris reappeared and took his seat.  He nodded to Tura.  Everything was ready.

Someone shouted over the racket "What's going on, Leela?"  Of course, the question was addressed to Tura. 

"Clones."  Tura replied, firmly.  The room fell silent at the sound of her voice.  "The DOOP must have found some human DNA and robot RNA that belongs to me and my crew and used it to make clones of us, and now I'll bet they're using those clones to spy on us."

There was stunned silence.  "That's ridiculous!"  Someone yelled. 

Someone else asked "Can they really do that?" 

"Absolutely."  Actually, the whole idea was so cliche that she was having a hard time preventing herself from wincing.  She'd gotten the idea from an old episode of "All My Circuits", where Calculon's evil half-brother replaced Calculon's best friend with a duplicitous, moustached clone.  It hadn't seemed quite as ridiculous last night when she and Leela had been fleshing out the plan.

Luckily, the mutants didn't seem to have watched that episode, or to know that, in reality, growing a set of clones took years.  You couldn't just take a hunk of DNA and create a mature clone in a couple of days.  That's why Cubert, who was a clone of the Professor, was just a kid.

"What do we do?" asked the a mutant with an extra foot growing out of the top of his head.  The question was repeated half a dozen times from all around the room.

"Uh, well, the first thing we have to do is-" Someone screamed loud enough to make Tura's ears ring.  Someone had just noticed that, shortly after Morris had returned, a second Amy had wandered into the room.
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Fry, Leela, and Bender were standing in the decaying remains of the Freedom Tower's old lobby when the screaming started.  The plan was to let the mutants see the second Amy after Tura had filled their heads with this 'evil clone' nonsense, and then let themselves be chased from the building in full view of the DOOP surveillance drone that was just down the block. 

Judging by the muffled cries of 'get the clone!', things were actually going the way they were supposed to.  That made Leela a bit nervous.  Things always had a tendency to spiral out of control at precisely the moment when it occurred to her that they were going well.  I just hope dad was able to block the doorway for a moment like he planned and give Amy a bit of a head start.

  No sooner had she processed the thought than Amy came barreling headlong down the hallway.  Fry, the moron, asked her how it had gone, but all he got in return was a long, doppler-shifted "Aaiiiiii!" as the intern went flying past.  Leela was impressed.  She hadn't known Amy could run that fast.

A loud yell echoed down the hallway as someone spotted her.  A wave of mutants- bathed in torchlight- was rushing down on her.  She caught the glint of steel reflecting off of the orange light. 

Where the hell did they find pitchforks and torches?!

Tura was out front of the mob, trying simultaneously to look like she was leading it while actually slowing it down.  She wasn't doing either of those things very well, as she was practically being propelled down the hallway by the mutants behind her.  She looked terrified.

"Umm Leela?"  Fry said pointedly.

Oh right, should probably be running now.
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Far away, in a velour-lined compartment aboard the great ship Nimbus, Captain Zapp Brannigan slept hard and fast when the intercom chirped.

"Captain, sir, sorry to interrupt, but you're needed on the bridge."

Brannigan cringed and pulled the chintz  covers over his head.  "What is it, Kif?" he demanded, making it clear by his tone what the consequences would be if it wasn't something important.

"Well, uhh, sir, it's just that, you see..."

Brannigan rolled over and sat up.  The image of his first officer looked back at him from a wall screen on the other side of the room.  "Kif," the Captain began in a patronizing voice, "I've told you time and again not to disturb me unless there is an emergency, or unless some hot alien babe needs to be rescued somewhere."  He hesitated for a moment.  "That's not it, right?  There's no busty alien hottie in distress?"  He reached for his comb.

Kif sighed in disgust.  "Actually sir, one of the surveillance drones in sector 7G found something you're going to want to see."

The lieutenant's long-suffering face dissolved into an image of a rubble-strewn street corner flanked by rows of decaying old buildings.  Zapp didn't know what sector 7G was- only a weak mind listened to mission briefings- but, wherever the place was, it was a dump.

After a few moments, four small figures appeared out of a yawning hole in a particularly big building about half a block away from the nearest intersection and began running in the direction of the drone's camera.  They were immediately followed by a large mob. 

When the figures.got a little closer to the camera, Zapp felt a twinge of recognition, as well as twinges in other places.   The leading figure was Kif's girlfriend.  Poor Kif still didn't realize that the only reason a girl like that would date a meek little weakling like him was as a ruse to get close to the real man, Zapp Brannigan.  Now what had he been thinking about, again?  Ah, yes, the camera.  Behind the girl- Ashley, or Stacey, or something- were that obnoxious robot and red-headed kid that he was supposed to be chasing, and taking up the rear was none other than the lovely Turanga Leela.

But if that was Leela, then who was the purple-haired, pistol-wielding figure chasing her down the street, flanked by a horde of angry-looking mutants?   Zapp ordered the computer to pause the recording and to zoom in.  The figure had one eye.

Two Leelas?  Brannigan shut off the recording and Kif's face reappeared. 

"Lieutenant, ready my shuttle, and make sure its hot tub is set to 'bubbly', not 'kill'.  One of my sexy dreams has just become a reality."
El-Man

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« Reply #579 on: 05-08-2010 00:18 »

"Lieutenant, ready my shuttle, and make sure its hot tub is set to 'bubbly', not 'kill'.  One of my sexy dreams has just become a reality."

 laff How perfectly typical of Zapp to think like that. No, idiot, two Leelas in the hot tub would just mean you get beat up twice as well.

The end has just begun.
km73

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« Reply #580 on: 05-08-2010 01:56 »

Fantastico!  Also, you are just an updating machine now all of a sudden, aren't you.  Is this the bit you just whipped up?  Yeah, the Zapp part is great, - I especially like "only a weak mind listened to mission briefings" - and I really forsoothly enjoyed the opening passage with the inception of the plan.  You did manage to work in a taut bit of tension there.  And yeah good job with the whole build-up and commencement of Leela/Tura's scheme, it very clearly fell into place for me now exactly what they are doing.   Crafty.   Tell that thermodynamics take-home test thorny thing to go away please thank you.

'Bubbly' not 'kill' is definitely a fine touch also.
Ramon 51

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« Reply #581 on: 05-09-2010 20:29 »

Unfortunately it tends to collapse in the same manner as a proton and an anti-proton...
Don't protons and anti-protons annihilate each other in a reaction which produces the E from E=MC2?
JustNibblin

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« Reply #582 on: 06-25-2010 18:14 »

From http://www.tvsquad.com/2010/06/23/david-x-cohen-on-futuramas-new-season/

"So that's going to be our 100th episode season finale special And that's an episode where Leela leads her people, the mutants who live in the sewers of New New York City in a rebellion against the surface people. And we have Devo and Mark Mothersbaugh guest starring in that one as supporters of the mutant cause. "

Great minds think alike, eh?
km73

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« Reply #583 on: 06-25-2010 19:59 »

It has been noted.

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"One more Leela one that I’ll mention is the last episode of this summer will be our one hundredth episode, and it features Leela leading the Mutants, who are her people, who live under the city of New New York, in a rebellion against the surface people."

Wow, that sounds... really familiar.

I know.
No shit.
I thought that right away, a couple weeks or so ago.
Are you suing?
JustNibblin

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« Reply #584 on: 06-25-2010 20:38 »

Yep, great minds are we all.

The volume of messages on this board has gotten huge over the past month, so sorry if I missed that one.  Just catching up...

It has been noted.

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"One more Leela one that I’ll mention is the last episode of this summer will be our one hundredth episode, and it features Leela leading the Mutants, who are her people, who live under the city of New New York, in a rebellion against the surface people."

Wow, that sounds... really familiar.

I know.
No shit.
I thought that right away, a couple weeks or so ago.
Are you suing?
soylentOrange

Urban Legend
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« Reply #585 on: 06-26-2010 18:44 »

no, I'm not suing.  I really doubt the writers waste their time reading my fanfiction, and even if they did somehow magically get the idea from me, then they're welcome to it.  And its not like GSR is an original idea anyway, Layla50 (I think?  It's been forever since I read it) did a fantastically-shippy mutant uprising story long before I did.  Besides, the witers'll do a much better job than I have, anyway.

Also, JN, you once told me that you'd spent some time in NM.  I was at a restaurant yesterday, and it occured to me that I might not make it if I ever have to go without green chiles for more than 24 hours.  How on Earth did you survive when you left? 
JustNibblin

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« Reply #586 on: 06-27-2010 23:06 »

Yes, I agree the mutant uprising (or more accurately, the programs against the mutants) is not an original idea, but it does seem to lead to some very good fiction (like you said, Layla did a great job too).  I suppose it's one of the few long-term plot threads in Futurama, so lends itself to more epic writing.

I did grow up in NM, and I survive by buying little cans of inferior green chile and baking them into my chili cheese squares, sandwiches, and deviled eggs  wink.  My family does send me a supply of Hatch once a year too.
JustNibblin

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« Reply #587 on: 06-27-2010 23:06 »

*hiccup*
km73

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« Reply #588 on: 06-28-2010 06:34 »

*nibbles*
I go a lot longer than 24 hours without green chiles, (or even chiles of any kind), but oh my yes Mexican food, numpicious.

Was ist Hatch?

Also, can I have some of your chili cheese squares? frown


(DANG THOSE SOUND DELICIOUS)
JustNibblin

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« Reply #589 on: 06-28-2010 06:41 »

Hatch is a small town in southern New Mexico famous for its green chile.  At certain times of year when you drive down the road in New Mexico you'll see propane-fired turning cages that roast Hatch chiles--burn off the skins and leave behind...well you'd have to try it to understand it...

Chili cheese squares are good but deadly.  If I remember, it takes 1 lb of shredded cheddar cheese, 12 eggs, and four cans (small) of green chile.  Put 1/2 lb cheese in a 17'' casserole dish, layer green chile, put remaining 1/2 lb on top.  Pour beaten eggs over top, cook at 400 deg for 40 minutes.  Then clog your ateries with the good cholestoral (as Zoidberg would say).

These fanfic threads lead to funny places...
km73

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« Reply #590 on: 06-28-2010 07:11 »

Oh hai there Nibble-smoosh! tongue
THAT THEY DO.

Oh someone's gods, that Hatch stuff sounds amazing.  I would not mind very much to try both of those things.  (Although, I am not much a fan of eggs...)

Anycase, I guess I can just make do with the varietous concoctions I often eat at the 876 'authentic' Mexican restaurants over here, as that goes.  [/de facto food thread]

..So Ess, I hope you aren't really going to change anything in your story due to/based on what they do with this episode?...
soylentOrange

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« Reply #591 on: 06-28-2010 07:36 »

nah, I wont change anything.  I've already got the plot outlined until the end.  Now all I have to do is actually write something, instead of just sitting around cursing at my research all day...
soylentOrange

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« Reply #592 on: 07-05-2010 23:37 »

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Now all I have to do is actually write something, instead of just sitting around cursing at my research all day
 Hey, whaddya know?  I tried it, and it works!

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Under the drone they went.  Fry looked up at the squat little robot as he passed, and it swiveled its head around to look back at him.  The delivery boy waved, grinning foolishly.

Up ahead, Leela was yelling at Amy to slow down.  The intern had managed to gain a good fifty meters on the rest of the group, and there was a danger that she might get separated from them in the ruins.  A violet flash lit up the street, and something impacted high up to Fry's left.  A billowing cloud of smoke exploded from the mass of concrete and rebar that lined the roadway.  A few blernsball-sized fragments of concrete rained down over Bender as he ran past.

"Hey, watch where you're shooting, you lunatic!"  The robot yelled back at Tura, who was keeping pace with them from the head of the mob.  

Bender turned to Fry.  "This is our best escape plan yet.  Even the good guys are trying to kill us."

"Shut up, Bender."  Leela snapped.  "If she was trying to hit you, you'd have been vaporized by now."

"He has a point, Leela."  Fry ducked as a good-sized rock went sailing a few centimeters over his head.  Somebody back there must have been named Trebuchet Mutant.  "Even if Tura doesn't accidentally kill us, the mutants will."

Up ahead, Amy tripped over a loose cinder block and tumbled to the ground.  She didn't get to her feet right away, but, in an uncharacteristic show of coordination, Fry and Bender each grabbed her under one arm as they passed and hauled her along with them.  When Fry looked down for a moment he saw blood oozing from a nasty series of scrapes that ran down her leg.

Bender noticed the blood a moment later.  His eyes telescoped out to get a closer look.

"Neat." he said.  

He never even saw the enormous I-beam that jutted out from the rubble at the precise height to hit him square in the nose.  Had he had a nose, of course.

When Fry heard the loud 'thunk' he looked to his left to discover that Bender's decapitated body was still keeping pace with him, apparently not having given a second thought to the fact that its head was now lying in a scummy puddle in a rapidly-receding storm drain.

"Leela, stop!"  Fry yelled.  "Bender's in trouble!"

The cyclops looked over her shoulder, saw Bender's head lying in the mud with the mutants closing in on him, and lurched to a halt.  Fry hadn't been expecting that, and he almost dropped Amy just trying to keep from running into her.

"Leela, what-?"  

"Just keep going!"  The cyclops ordered.  "I'll be right behind you!"

Fry thought about commenting that that's what the scifi heroine always said in the movies right before she was eaten by the horrible monsters that were chasing her, but Amy, who had at some point become the one pulling him along, tugged him away.

Leela turned to face the oncoming mob and hefted her rifle that she'd had slung over her right shoulder.  Calmly, she turned a dial and waited as the weapon began to hum.  Maximum setting.  She thought about that.  She'd always wanted to try it out, but had never had the chance.  

The mutants weren't very far away.  She only had a couple of seconds to wait before she had to take aim.  The weapon made a staccato chirping sound and a little green light went on.  She fired.

Whump.  The recoil was like a punch in the gut.  A blinding ball of electric-blue light erupted into existence and ripped its way through the air.  Some of the mutants screamed, and many of them threw themselves to the ground.  Obviously though, Leela hadn't been aiming at them.

The blue ball of antimatter continued its way down the street, leaving a softly-glowing trail of ionized particles as it went.  A hundred pairs of eyes watched it as it made its almost leisurely way over the tops of the nearby shattered buildings toward a distant skyscraper.  Leela had wanted to hit one of the tall ones.  It would be showier, and had the added benefit of being far enough away that they wouldn't all get a deadly dose of gamma radiation.

With all of the mutants some combination of distracted and terrified, Leela was able to quietly walk the few steps to where Bender's head lay face-down in the puddle, shove him under an arm, and jog away.   It wasn't until about five seconds before the ball of antimatter impacted that Leela realized why the target building had looked vaguely familiar.  It was one of the apartment buildings that Fry had been so moved by when they'd first reached the ruined city.

"Whoops." She whispered, casting a guilty look in Fry's direction.  Luckily the delivery boy was facing the other way when the whole city was suddenly bathed in the glow of a light that rivaled the noon day sun.  

Amy and Fry dove for cover when they saw the flash. As Leela came running up, Fry's head poked out from around the remains of an old public bus.

"What the heck was that?!"  He asked.  His eyes drifted to the rifle that Leela still clutched in her hand.  The end of the barrel was red-hot.

"Did you do that?!"  He asked.

"Yes."  Leela hurled something at him.  "Now shut up and screw Bender's head back on.  We've got to get out of sight."
km73

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« Reply #593 on: 07-06-2010 02:23 »

Oh yays, hey, an unexpected snippet of story.
Did the research finally get tired of being sworn at?...

I literally laughed when Bender said "Neat", as well as at the image that this
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When Fry heard the loud 'thunk' he looked to his left to discover that Bender's decapitated body was still keeping pace with him
provoked.  Quality.  And on that token, I apparently forgot to single out this bit from last time, also:

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When the figures got a little closer to the camera, Zapp felt a twinge of recognition, as well as twinges in other places.

Ha haaa...  Yes, nice, I don't know how I must have overlooked that, or something.  Honestly you (as does JN, also) nail Zapp so capitally, it is like one can hear him speaking..
Testament to your characterization, as it is writ.

(So what exactly are you up to now with the summer research, anyway?..)
(I lost track again...)
soylentOrange

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« Reply #594 on: 07-06-2010 04:14 »

actually, I think that line that Zapp says was JN's idea.  He seems to be able to channel Zapp particularly well.  But yes, the research got tired of being sworn at and did something unexpectedly cooperative this past week.

As for what I'm up too... meh.  nothing exciting.  Lots of staring at a computer screen.  also cursing linux. 
km73

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« Reply #595 on: 07-06-2010 05:51 »

Oh I guess I thought you were doing the maserwork or something?  Ooh ok ok, did get your PM though, noice picture!  Spacey.
Those miserly masers! mad

Pah, I see I managed to spotlight another one of JN's lines again..  I tend to do that a lot.  :o  Regardless, both of you write him well, yeah.

As is the norm.  With you guys' stuff, that is.  One reason why this is not sewage...   heh ehh...
El-Man

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« Reply #596 on: 07-06-2010 06:18 »

It's always a good snippet when a skyscraper gets blown up.
JustNibblin

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« Reply #597 on: 07-06-2010 06:54 »

actually, I think that line that Zapp says was JN's idea.  He seems to be able to channel Zapp particularly well. 

I think that's a compliment..

I can't remember if you or I came up with that one, it's been such a long time [hint, hint].
soylentOrange

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« Reply #598 on: 07-06-2010 07:28 »
« Last Edit on: 07-06-2010 07:29 »

It's always a good snippet when a skyscraper gets blown up.

fun to write too.

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I can't remember if you or I came up with that one, it's been such a long time [hint, hint]
.

Good news!  I've got a steaming pile of new material that will be headed your way in short order.  I've written more in the last week than I have in the last six months.

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Oh I guess I thought you were doing the maserwork or something?

I am.  The masers are buried in that image somewhere, and it's my job to extricate them from the background noise.
Archonix

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« Reply #599 on: 07-06-2010 10:39 »

Cursing linux?
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