The crack and typewriter gang

Well.

Wasn't that nice? Wasn't that just fine???

Bun and I have just returned from our Very First Sparkly Get-Together chez nopseud, all aglow with the deliciousness of the company and the cake. My stomach muscles are still tender from all the laughing we did in the wee small hours of the morning, as mickeym read aloud a, koff, legendary story to us. Ow. Ow!

I was inveigled into investigating fic_requests and, alarmingly, completed a story for it when I awoke this morning at ten - entirely too early when one has gotten to bed at 5.30am. I do not feel I can be held entirely responsible for fanfic written in a sleep-deprived state. We subsequently watched the Dalek episode of Dr Who, in which one of the characters in this fic rather disconcertingly made an appearance. Self-lubricating, too. Mmm.

I cannot, however, remember whether I was directed to the original fic challenge for which I rashly promised to sign up... eep?

Shiny!