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What They’ve All Been Up To, Part II: Some Work While Others Play

We can continue the update about what everyone has been doing by visiting the workshop of Iron Man (AKA Tony Stark, AKA rich snark-meister who flirts with Sigyn because he knows it pushes all my buttons.) What futuristic project is he working on now?

Ah. Not futuristic project, but restoration of an antique. Stark is fixing the Winter Soldier‘s Soviet-era-tech nightmare of a robotic arm.

“You should be good to go, now, Buck.”

“Thanks, Stark.”

“Let me know if it gives you any more trouble. Oh, and I gave you an upgrade. You now have a built-in remote. No more hunting in the couch cushions when you want to change the channel or turn off the stereo. It’s fully programmable. You can map different functions to different finger movements. I put in a few to get you started.”

“Like what? Stark, what did you do?

“Relax, Sputnik! Nothing much. Just, uh, maybe don’t snap your fingers unless you want to order a bunch of random crap from the Home Shopping Network…”

Uh, oh. I believe fisticuffs may be imminent. Moving on!

Here we are in the rec room. Looks like Cap has rounded up a few buddies to play a game of Animal Upon Animal/ Tier auf Tier.

It’s Peter Quill‘s turn, and I can tell you from experience that a) getting another kangaroo on there is going to be problematic and b) Rocket is probably cheating.

Of course, placing your pieces while dangling from the ceiling is hardly legit…

And they say I don’t play by the rules!

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A Mischievous Milestone!

I’m pretty sure that since most humans are too busy to keep track of such things–and that some (like the human female) can’t count that high–none of the minions who read this ongoing record of my exploits have realized that, sometime in the last week, my journal has passed

TWO THOUSAND ENTRIES.

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Granted, some of them were brief announcements (often of the nature of “I didn’t do it” with a chuckle at some poor mortal’s misfortune), but I still feel this calls for some sort of recognition.

Gather, my adoring masses!  My ears await your paeans of praise!  Where are the armies marching in review?  Where are the fireworks? Where is my parade already?

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Ah, well.  At least there’s cake.

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Feel free to express your adulation in the comments!  Don’t leave me here with only the noise of Thor chewing.

Revenge of the Flora, Part 10

Pow!

Whack!

“Augh!  Rosebear is up again!  I repeat–Rosebear is up again!

Thud!

Clang!

Zoooom!

<loud heavy metal music>

“Hey, Your Kittyness!  Looks like we’re both a little late to the party.”

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“Stark.”

“Looks like they could use our help.  From what I can see, Sigyn needs rescuing again, and Legolas is talking smack with a big peach.”

“Agreed.  We should help friend Hawkeye.  Good hunting, Stark.”

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“Grrr.  Elizweni lam, qhamo sazi indawo yaso.”

“Yo, Peach fuzz!  What’s your beef with my friends?”

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“Know what?  I don’t care.  You mess with my friends, you eat a repulsor blast.  Simple as that.”

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Zap!

“And now to play a little loves-me-loves me-not with Daisy Dukes over here.”

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“Wow.  Is that Rocket’s new ride?  Sweet!  I heard he was working on something.  I need to check that out–”

<Cap on comms>  “Stark!  Automotive geek out later, dammit!  Villain take-down now!

Language, Cap!”

Zoom!

Zap!

Pow!

(to be continued…)

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It is still cherry season.  The human male did the grocery marketing and came home with a bag of the biggest, blackest cherries I have ever seen.

How big are they?

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They’re a little less than one Benno in height, about two Bennos around, and about three Bennos in weight.

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He’s terrified of them.

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Run, Benno, run!

There are a lot of twin cherries in the double handful the human female brought for lunch.

Idunn’s Pomes and Ponytails!  It’s a triple cherry!  I have never seen the like!

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How does one pull a triple cherry?  I guess we need someone else to participate.  No, Fisi, I’m not letting you do it. I don’t want hyena spit on my fruit!

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Let’s go see if we can find someone else to play with us…

(meanwhile)

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