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So Zeb and I just got back from our first mission after Rose Potter.

Wait. I should probably go back and explain a bit.

Yeah, Zeb and I got sent into that beast of a badfic, and we somehow managed to kill all six incarnations of Rose. It wasn't fun, but we did it. Things were going smoothly enough until the very end, when Rose caught us off-guard and nearly killed us both. And I guess she kind of did kill me. I don't really want to talk about it, but I probably ought to unless I want to bottle it all in.

Basically, I took a Puncturing Curse to the stomach and was about to die when Zeb got the brilliant idea to turn me into a Time Lord so I could regenerate. Do you have any idea how freaking painful that is? I could feel my bones reshaping! And the aftereffects weren't exactly fun, either. It was like being alternately hyped up on laughing gas and feeling like I was about to fall over and throw up. Not fun. Not fun at all.

By the way, I want to make it very clear to anyone from the Multiverse Monitor who might stumble upon this that I did not destroy Gryffindor tower, and that we had a plan to take Rose down, thank you very much.


So yeah, not even a day after regenerating, the Flowers sent me and Zeb out on another mission into— you guessed it— Doctor Who. There's no way that was unintentional, especially since right after taking down the Sue, we were sent right back out into more Doctor Who, with a Sue who was practically identical to the other! Ugh. At least it was another easy mission. I don't know what I'd do if they sent us into something ridiculous.

So that's kind of all the time I have for today; I'm trying to catch up on canons since for some reason, my memories didn't all copy over properly. I'm having to reread Harry Potter, can you freaking believe that?? I mean, at least now I hopefully won't be forgetting canon (perfect recall, woohoo...), but now I'm going to have to live with all the badfic we run into— and I can't get the memory of bleeding out on the floor with a hole ripped through my stomach out of my head. It's all I see at night when I dream.

Zeb keeps telling me I ought to go to FicPsych, but you couldn't get me in there on threat of losing my first vacation. No way, no how, no thank you.
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