life, liberty and the pursuit of geekiness

This is the last part of this fic that I've written, but I didn't copyright the idea. I didn't even make up the questions; I got them from a real email survey that was doing the rounds. So if anyone wants to run with it, that's fine by me. Drop me a link!


Previous chapters:
1. Padmé
2. Anakin
3. Chancellor Palpatine
4. Obi-Wan
5. Yoda
6. Old Ben
7. Luke
8. Vader
9. Han Solo
10. Wedge Antilles
11. His Highness the Supreme Emperor Palpatine
12. Commander Luke Skywalker
13. Princess Leia
14. Artoo-Detoo



From: C3PO@droidnet.com --main-computer.endor.alliance.net--
To: organa@alliance.net, R2isthebest@droidnet.com, sexy_scoundrel@galacticmail.com, skywalker_l@alliance.net


NAME: See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations.

NICKNAMES: My correct designation is See-Threepio, but General Solo will insist on calling me 'Goldenrod'. Oh, the humiliation!
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Previous chapters:
1. Padmé
2. Anakin
3. Chancellor Palpatine
4. Obi-Wan
5. Yoda
6. Old Ben
7. Luke
8. Vader
9. Han Solo
10. Wedge Antilles
11. His Highness the Supreme Emperor Palpatine
12. Commander Luke Skywalker
13. Princess Leia

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From: R2isthebest@droidnet.com --main-computer.endor.alliance.net--
To: C3PO@droidnet.com, skywalker_l@alliance.net


NAME: Artoo-Detoo.

NICKNAMES: Artoo, 'bucket of bolts', 'overweight greaseball', (both Threepio) 'short and round' (General Solo)

SEX: Technically neuter, as I'm a droid, but people usually refer to me as 'he'.
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I've just realised that I never finished posting this fic. It's been going since last June...


Previous chapters:
1. Padmé
2. Anakin
3. Chancellor Palpatine
4. Obi-Wan
5. Yoda
6. Old Ben
7. Luke
8. Vader
9. Han Solo
10. Wedge Antilles
11. His Highness the Supreme Emperor Palpatine
12. Commander Luke Skywalker

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From: organa@alliance.net
To: ackbar@calamari.alliance.net, a.cracken@intelligence.secret, antilles_wedge_rogue@alliance.net, avram_k@alliance.net, calrissian@smoothoperator.com, celchu_t@alliance.net, fearsome_wookiee@galacticmail.com, madine_c@alliance.net, mothma@alliance.net, rieekan_c@alliance.net, skywalker_l@alliance.net, solo_h@alliance.net
Subject: Fw: Fw: Fw: Re: Re: Fw: Survey

NAME: Leia Organa

NICKNAMES: Princess, Your Worship, sweetheart, Your Royalness, Your Highnessness and the thousand and one other names Han comes up with. My family used to call me Leili when I was small.

SEX: Female

LIVING ARRANGEMENT: Rebel bases, apartment with Han on Coruscant. Holiday home on New Alderaan, if I ever manage to get a holiday.

HEIGHT: 5'1". Yeah, well, look at Luke—runs in the family.
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Happy Easter. I'm off to church right this minute...

My prompt for the Bujold ficathon:

I'd like an undocumented moment or time in Gregor's life: either a 'missing scene' (e.g. his face-off with Aral from The Vor Game, or the conversation with Cordelia about Serg, or the moments before the drop from the balcony), or something from a period that the books don't cover (either during his childhood or after his marriage); or else something wry and sweet about Gregor and Laisa (any stage in their life). Not keen on explicit sex.

Ack! Can't decide which one, they're all too good. Oh, well, I'm off in a different fandom today anyway (oooo-eeeee-oooooo-eee-oooo)

I came into the room and heard this little noise. I couldn't work out what it was at first, but it was Smudge, who had crept in and lain down in the corner, purring to greet me.

Today was rather eventful. I went into work to find that the agency that employed me had folded overnight. All the temporary staff (estimated by me at about a fifth of the total) had to register with another agency. I hope it's all sorted out. At least I only had about 1/3 of a day's leave so if I lose it it's not the end of the world.

The bus got stuck in the station on my way home because the driver couldn't manage the 67-point turn necessary to get out of the forecourt. It was one of the big articulated ones with the second bus on the end. The buses drive into the station, and to leave they have to turn 180 degrees somehow. He went back and forth, the bus going beepbeepbeep, and back and forth. Then it stopped dead, and he was revving the engine while the backseat chorus cried 'Take the handbrake off!' Another driver had to come and help him get it going again. Eventually he got around at right angles to the exit, and tried to do a sweep round in front of the parcels office. The bend in the bus got more and more acute, and the hinge started to make ominous creaking noises. By this time it was almost around, but it was also about six inches from a small red car. ('Run over it!') The owner of the car was summoned, and as he came onto the scene, cried, 'Might have known it was you! You can't drive!'. After avoiding another car and a the Dublin-Belfast bus ('Mind the Greyhound!') and a few more back-and-forths, the bus finally left the station, to the accompaniment of slow clapping from the back seat, fifteen minutes behind the timtable.

I think I'll get the 1745 tomorrow.

Only four days till NEW WHO!! *bounces up and down making excited OOOOO-EEEEEEE-OOOOOO noises* I picked up the Radio Times with the Doctor Who stuff, and I was dumbfounded by this:

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I've just signed up for the Bujold ficathon. Going by the likely amount of writing time I have before the deadline, this may have been a mistake.

The little cat followed elerrina_amanya home. She still yowls at the other cats. Muffin is scared to go outside (come on, Muff, you're twice her weight!), and I don't think Smudge has even noticed that's she's here yet. He's a little bit special in the head.