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Machine 13 part 2

fandomfairy:

A continuation of the fic from this post. I give you Part 2 (I really need a title for this). 

No phone calls from neighbors would go through. No police would be dispatched. Thanks to Samaritan and its desire to remain unknown, they had time to linger.

Not that Helena much desired to remain in the warzone that her home had been turned into but preparations had to be made. She had sent Adelaide to her blessedly untouched room to pack, Tracy (or is it Root) and the shorter woman standing sentry outside the girl’s door. Nate’s body and those of his killers defile her own bedroom and she closes his eyes before showering and managing to round up a few clothes and personal treasures.

By the time she has finished, her three saviors have organized themselves into a well-oiled and seemingly agreeing machine. They pile into the vehicle they had brought to the confrontation, Helena admitting that yes, taking either vehicle registered to the home would be a red flag should anyone still be looking for them. Adelaide climbs into her lap and she allows this (figuring if any time was an acceptable one to break her seatbelt rule it was this).

 They ride in complete silence for nearly an hour, the lull of the motor having driven Adelaide to a blissful rest. The sudden feel of a hand on her own draws her attention sharply to the woman she had known as Tracy when she had been introduced to Myka’s family years ago.

 “I know you aren’t going to like this, but I think you will agree that it is for the best.”

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webgeekist:

“So what happened to the baby and the husband?”

Root smiled at the curmudgeonly man. Artie was a grump, but he clearly cared about her sister. That was something she had recently gotten better at, thanks to Harold and The Machine, so she was willing to forgive the man his similarities to her…

Machine 13

fandomfairy:

Someone insisted I post as a stand alone my response to this post .

Yeah, no, that totally works. We’d have an episode beforehand with a throwaway line from Harold lamenting the fact he now has to buy his watches from pawn shops (because, despite the new financial resources the Machine…

gigi2690:

tracybering:

You are being watched. The government has a secret system: a machine that spies on you every hour of every day. I know because I built it. [PoI opening credits]

I’m now imagining how Root and Claudia would get along, two interfaces for highly evolved Artificial Intelligences. And what if the Machine and the Warehouse didn’t get along at first and both made their interfaces send messages despite being able to communicate directly?

"The Machine says our number has an artifact. Some old French masquerade mask?”

"The Warehouse says if the Machine had any respect for history it would know that is the mask from the Bal des Ardents in 1393. Careful, whoever wears it can turn you into a barbecue.”

"The Machine wants you to send someone to our location to aid in the retrieval."

"The Warehouse says…Frak it…I’m not a messenger pigeon. They’re like some couple having a fight. Let’s leave them to duke it out." And then Root and Claudia compare tips on hacking secret government agencies over coffee.

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bound-incubus:

My future

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sophiabussh:

gilmore girls appreciation week

day four: favorite friendship | lorelai/rory

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thehappysorceress:

Is it Christmas yet????!?
Wonder Woman Ladies’ Fleece PJ’s from ThinkGeek!
And they come in sizes XS-XXXL!!

G A S P

sapphoshands:

thehappysorceress:

Is it Christmas yet????!?

Wonder Woman Ladies’ Fleece PJ’s from ThinkGeek!

And they come in sizes XS-XXXL!!

G A S P

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Team Machine’s new HQ and TMNT hideout ~ Parallels

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countingaliens:

Amber Benson plays Marry, Fuck, Kill with iconic Buffy characters with Buzzfeed

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brithna:


Here are The Three Amigas, @Marina_Sirtis @TheDeniseCrosby & @gates_mcfadden #DST3 #StarTrekDestination @StarTrek_DST (x)

Saw this this morning on twitter via the photographer’s page… This is brilliant

brithna:

Here are The Three Amigas, @Marina_Sirtis @TheDeniseCrosby & @gates_mcfadden #DST3 #StarTrekDestination @StarTrek_DST (x)

Saw this this morning on twitter via the photographer’s page… This is brilliant

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Travel 21

apparitionism:

Hey, since it’s that coming-out holiday today: in case anybody wasn’t aware, I’m gay. Gay gay gay gay gay. I LIKE IT. I also like writing narratives in which gay ladies figure prominently, so here is some more of that. While it would totally make more sense for this to be part 20b, then there would also have to be a 20c, and it would confuse me to have a three-part part as well as a two-part part. So this is 21, and it is incredibly long. Blame my bad housekeeping plus apparent inability to put my foot down regarding anything these particular characters want to do. I’m like “would you just keep it to the beats we agreed on to start with?” and they go, “Omaha, Omaha!” and I say okay and keep on typing, from part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18a, part 18b, part 19, through part 20.

Travel 21

“Very well. What have you to offer me?” asks Mrs. Frederic.

“The future,” Helena says.

****

They flew first from L.A. to Philadelphia, their flying time a bit less than six hours.

A bit less than six hours, that was, to determine what to say to Mrs. Frederic. Myka told Helena that she had agreed to see them because “she and Jane were in the same sorority or something.”

“If Jane Lattimer is so close with the CEO, then why isn’t she coming along to help us make this particular persuasive argument?”

Myka shrugged. “I have imperfect information on that point.”

“I thought you didn’t enjoy that kind of thing.”

“Caturanga is one thing; Jane Lattimer is totally another,” said Myka.

“She did try to warn me,” Helena said. “Ages ago, before you and I…”

“Warn you about what?”

“Artie, I see now. I thought she meant you.”

Myka’s face became a study in confusion. “Me?”

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racethewind10:

Emma is getting really, really sick of almost dying. It’s becoming common. It’s becoming a thing and she is so very tired of it. Or maybe she’s just tired. It’s hard to tell. She can’t feel her hands or her feet or her face anymore and what she can feel burns but in all the wrong ways. Her lungs don’t feel right, they haven’t for a while now and it’s so hard to force air into them, she thinks it might be easier if she just… stopped trying.
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racethewind10:

Emma is getting really, really sick of almost dying. It’s becoming common. It’s becoming a thing and she is so very tired of it. Or maybe she’s just tired. It’s hard to tell. She can’t feel her hands or her feet or her face anymore and what she can feel burns but in all the wrong ways. Her lungs don’t feel right, they haven’t for a while now and it’s so hard to force air into them, she thinks it might be easier if she just… stopped trying.

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