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Our author was floating on a sea of marshmallows and cream puffs. That is to say that he was on cloud 9. Not that every cloud out there is numbered and not to imply that any cloud is any better than another; it is merely a saying. Not that it is merely a saying implying that sayings are somehow a less effective way of getting a point across but just insofar as I'm going to ditch this joke here as it's gone on far too long.

Our author looked into his savior's emerald eyes and smiled in the security he felt in her arms. Her lips formed a smile as she said "You do realize that I'm just a mental construct you've created right?"

The author raised a finger. "Don't ruin the moment."

Nice let out an amused sigh and waited a moment. "Can I set you down now?"

The writers' eyes snapped open. "Yeah, this is getting awkward." Back on his feet he stretched in all directions to shake off the soreness from the restraints that had held him. "How did you know where to find me?"

"This is your story," our heroine answered as she studied the space warehouse. "Plus it's just started. How am I supposed to know what's happened up until now?" She approached the space steel door Dr. D had left through only to find it locked with space locks.

Our hero straightened from a toe touch and wracked his mind for what could have led to this moment. It was then that he noticed the rubber ducky sitting on the winch controls and he remembered what had led to his near-death experience.

- 3 days ago
"A flashback?" Nice asked from her lounging position on the sofa.

Our author shrugged as he looked around the plaid kitchen he found himself in. "It's the easiest way to figure out what led us to that moon base on the moon."

Rolling to her feet Nice stretched as a bright flash filled the room. As the light subsided she stood in her superhero costume that wasn't at all revealing or demeaning leaving her no reason to beat the author up later. "Well, while you figure everything out I'm going to go fight crime. I trust you can keep from getting in too much trouble until I get back right?" She cast a knowing smile at her creator and warmed up another flash of light.

Before our hero could warn our heroine that he would find himself in the midst of massive amounts of insanity as soon as she left Nice left. It was then that our hero knew something terrible was going to happen as it was in that moment he noticed the rubber ducky sitting atop his toaster.

His space toaster.

--

As he stepped down from the air lock that didn't quite fit properly with the universal connector of the space station Zap Bulkhead sighed in frustration. "Seriously?" he thought. "The author can't hide one of the upcoming problems I'll be facing better than this?" Zap shook his head and headed into the station leaving the plot point behind for another time.

He flashed his card to the receptionist behind the customs counter whose posture changed entirely when she realized she was welcoming a Council Adventurer. She quickly waved him around the scanners knowing that half the equipment he carried on his person would set off the weapon detector while the other half would activate the scanner's "Pine Scented Vaporization" tech. She quickly moved to the other side of her semi-circular desk, stumbled over a misplaced cord, and barely caught herself from a nasty crash on the desk's super-mahogany surface.

Zap smiled at her bout with clumsiness and leaned against the desk. "Any messages for Zap Bulkhead?"

The receptionist quickly straightened from her fall, her cheeks flushing red. "O-one moment sir," she stammered as she pulled up her extranet terminal.

"Just call me Zap Miss Ruby," he said hoping the gesture would calm the receptionist's wire tight nerves.

The gesture was completely lost on Ruby as her eyes snapped to his with an obvious expression of "How did he know?" followed by a quick glance of "Oh right, the name tag." She took a short, calming breath and put on her best receptionist smile. "Alright then Zap. It looks like you've received one summons from the Council, five summons from the Board of Lackadaisical Adventurers for Megalomaniacal Obedience, one message from the prince of the African nation of Medulla-Oblongata, as well as two hundred and twenty three death threats."

As she listed his messages Zap watched with amusement as Ruby's face changed from her newfound cheerful smile to a look of confused surprise. She looked to him in hopes that he shared her confusion but Zap just smiled and nodded. "I guess I'll go meet with the Council. They never like it when you leave them waiting for more than an hour."

Description
Our author was floating on a sea of marshmallows and cream puffs. That is to say that he was on cloud 9. Not that every cloud out there is numbered and not to imply that any cloud is any better than another; it is merely a saying. Not that it is merely a saying implying that sayings are somehow a less effective way of getting a point across but just insofar as I'm going to ditch this joke here as it's gone on far too long.

Our author looked into his savior's emerald eyes and smiled in the security he felt in her arms. Her lips formed a smile as she said "You do realize that I'm just a mental construct you've created right?"

The author raised a finger. "Don't ruin the moment."

Nice let out an amused sigh and waited a moment. "Can I set you down now?"

The writers' eyes snapped open. "Yeah, this is getting awkward." Back on his feet he stretched in all directions to shake off the soreness from the restraints that had held him. "How did you know where to find me?"

"This is your story," our heroine answered as she studied the space warehouse. "Plus it's just started. How am I supposed to know what's happened up until now?" She approached the space steel door Dr. D had left through only to find it locked with space locks.

Our hero straightened from a toe touch and wracked his mind for what could have led to this moment. It was then that he noticed the rubber ducky sitting on the winch controls and he remembered what had led to his near-death experience.

- 3 days ago
"A flashback?" Nice asked from her lounging position on the sofa.

Our author shrugged as he looked around the plaid kitchen he found himself in. "It's the easiest way to figure out what led us to that moon base on the moon."

Rolling to her feet Nice stretched as a bright flash filled the room. As the light subsided she stood in her superhero costume that wasn't at all revealing or demeaning leaving her no reason to beat the author up later. "Well, while you figure everything out I'm going to go fight crime. I trust you can keep from getting in too much trouble until I get back right?" She cast a knowing smile at her creator and warmed up another flash of light.

Before our hero could warn our heroine that he would find himself in the midst of massive amounts of insanity as soon as she left Nice left. It was then that our hero knew something terrible was going to happen as it was in that moment he noticed the rubber ducky sitting atop his toaster.

His space toaster.

--

As he stepped down from the air lock that didn't quite fit properly with the universal connector of the space station Zap Bulkhead sighed in frustration. "Seriously?" he thought. "The author can't hide one of the upcoming problems I'll be facing better than this?" Zap shook his head and headed into the station leaving the plot point behind for another time.

He flashed his card to the receptionist behind the customs counter whose posture changed entirely when she realized she was welcoming a Council Adventurer. She quickly waved him around the scanners knowing that half the equipment he carried on his person would set off the weapon detector while the other half would activate the scanner's "Pine Scented Vaporization" tech. She quickly moved to the other side of her semi-circular desk, stumbled over a misplaced cord, and barely caught herself from a nasty crash on the desk's super-mahogany surface.

Zap smiled at her bout with clumsiness and leaned against the desk. "Any messages for Zap Bulkhead?"

The receptionist quickly straightened from her fall, her cheeks flushing red. "O-one moment sir," she stammered as she pulled up her extranet terminal.

"Just call me Zap Miss Ruby," he said hoping the gesture would calm the receptionist's wire tight nerves.

The gesture was completely lost on Ruby as her eyes snapped to his with an obvious expression of "How did he know?" followed by a quick glance of "Oh right, the name tag." She took a short, calming breath and put on her best receptionist smile. "Alright then Zap. It looks like you've received one summons from the Council, five summons from the Board of Lackadaisical Adventurers for Megalomaniacal Obedience, one message from the prince of the African nation of Medulla-Oblongata, as well as two hundred and twenty three death threats."

As she listed his messages Zap watched with amusement as Ruby's face changed from her newfound cheerful smile to a look of confused surprise. She looked to him in hopes that he shared her confusion but Zap just smiled and nodded. "I guess I'll go meet with the Council. They never like it when you leave them waiting for more than an hour."