Another OC meme! Because I don't have enough OCs in my head.

I'm going to do this with the Charas who have been in my head most recently, and not the "main" ones. Cause I'm cool like that.

 Chose ten of your OCs. If you don't have ten of your own, chose ten cool people. 

1 = Kassy

2 = Haggerty

3 = Basket Case

4 = Dulamon

5 = Jole

6 = Petria

7 = Sarti

8 = Howling

9 = Neph

10 = Jaslyn

1.) 4 invites 3 and 8 to dinner at his house. What happens?

Howling: "Mmmm, delicious morsels. Let me just get my sword and my assistant..."

Dulamon: "Not in the UO, you don't." *breaks Howling* *looks at Basket Case.* "Why do they always give me the crazy ones? Why? What crime have I committed against the fates?"

Basket Case: "Wait a second. I'm crazy? I can see your memories, dude!

Dulamon: "We are not discussing my morals right now, young man."

Basket Case: "Maybe we should. You did What?

Dulamon: *headdesk*

2.) 9 tries to get 5 to go to a strip club. 

Jole: *looks at sign* "Are you sure this is the right place?"

Neph: "Yep!" *pulls out napkin with name printed on it* "They had these really awesome drinks which fizzed, though Tenish made me sit at the back so I'm not sure what they're called."

Jole: "Ah-huh."

3.) You need to stay at a friend's house for a night. Who do you choose, 1 or 6?

Kassy: "Sorry, but I don't really have a house. Or an apartment. I'd offer to let you stay where I'm staying, but it's kinda not mine. And I don't think Ty would let me invite people over. Um, I have bus tickets, you can have, and oh! Getting arrested is always good for a place to sleep. And airports! They're warm, and stuff."

Petria: "Wait, you want to stay at my HOUSE? After what you did to me? No exiling way, thank you. Get out before I kick you in the head."

Me: "Ummmmmm."

4.) 2 and 7 are making out, 10 walks in. What are the reactions?

Jaslyn: *raises eyebrows* "Nice one, Sar. Though I wouldn't think he's quite your type..."

Sarti: *smiles* "Oh, he isn't. I'm just practicing!"

Haggerty: ~Demons. You exiling are all exiling demons. And why did I let her make me a drink, anyways?~

5.) 3 falls in love with 6, 8 is jealous. What happens?

Basket Case: *after much attempting to convince* "I swear I know that I'm doing!"

Petria: "Right. Come back when you're legal. Or not."

Howling: "I saw her first..." *everyone in every 'verse shoots him*

6.) 4 jumps you in a dark alleyway. Who comes to your rescue; 10, 2 or 7?

Me: "Go AWAY. I don't want to be rescued!"

7.) 1 decides to start a cooking show. Fifteen minutes later, what is cooking?

Kassy: "Wait, do I actually have to make edible food, or can I just set things on fire? Oh. Oh, okay then. Let's make butter toffee!" 

8.) 3 has to marry either 8, 4 or 9. Who do they choose?

Basket Case: "..." *looks again at the all-male options.* "Suicide it is, then."

9.) 7 kidnaps 2 and demands something from 5 for 2's release. What is it?

Sarti: "Hey, you with the eyebrows! Teach me how to read!"

Jole: *stares* "You really are on drugs, aren't you?"

Haggerty: *is unconcious* *drugged to within an inch of his life* *tied up* *and in an locked room*

Sarti: "Or I tell Haggerty that you kidnapped him when he gets out!"

Jole: "Okay, we'd better work fast. This is the alphabet. Got that? Good."

10.) Everyone gangs up on 3. Does 3 have a chance in hell?

Basket Case: "No, no I really don't. I wonder if this is what happened last time?"

11.) Everyone is invited to 2 and 10's wedding except for 8. How do they react?

Haggerty:

Jaslyn: "Oh, hush. You think you're the one who's coming out poorly from this deal?"

Howling: "You always leave me out. And to think I brought you all together." *everyone shoots him, again*

12.) Why is 6 afraid of 7?

Petria: "She's a drudge. With blue hair. Who knows how to read. And you never know what she'e gonna do!" *tries to look invisible as Sarti dances in, singing*

13.) 1 arrives late for 2 and 10's wedding. What happens, and why were they late?

Kassy: "Sorry I'm late, I forgot to look at the clock. (And I kinda got distracted...)"

*everyone decides not to ask*

14.) 5 and 9 get roaring drunk and end up at your house- what happens?

Me: *walks in on drunken reminisces about death and suicide and girls, and walks out again.* *makes coffee in the morning*

15.) 9 murders 2's best friend. What does 2 do to get back at 9?

THIS REPLY HAS BEEN CENSORED DUE TO EXTREME VIOLENT CONTENT.

16.) 6 and 1 are in mortal danger. Only one of them can survive. Does 6 save herself or 1?

Petria: "Uhhh, wait, I, I, I can't just leave, I-"

Kassy: "Get out of here or I'll come back and haunt you! MOVE!

17.) 8 and 3 go camping. For some reason they don't have any food. What do they do?

Howling: *looks at Basket case*

Basket Case: *looks at Howling*

At the same time: "Food!"

18.) 5 is critically injured in a car crash. What does 9 do?

Neph: *drags out of wreck and calls the medics* *pats on head* "Don't worry, the medics are really good, they can put you back together from anything! You'll be back to as good as new in months!"

Jole: *groans* "Why does this never work..."

"I believe in double-checking. Especially in this case."

I do not know what muse I was channeling for this morning's scenes, but it makes my skin crawl. I am now at the fun place where I have taken my appetite away due to having taken an little side foray into the mind of my psychotic villain. 

Yay for Plucky-Heros-Are-Defiant scene. *flatly* Only it doesn't make any difference, you're all going to die anyhow. Painfully. Yeah, sometimes I really don't like the way my mind works. *is ill*

On the other hand, I think I established my despicable villain as fully despicable. Oh, and Petria, Appel and Jennet endeared themselves to me even more than usual. I knew you were all awesome, you just needed a chance to show it. 

I'm sorry, guies!

EDIT: And Jennet just gave a "buck up" speech, despite the fact that I just knocked out her teeth. That girl is QUALITY. 

EDIT2: New crack-ship! Jole/Kael. You know they would be CUTE together. *falls into hysterical laughter* Yeah, the fact that this amuses me this much is one of those signs that maybe I should stop. Now. Just stop. 

...

Nope! Finish scene first!

Mmmmm- why do I do this to myself?

*Begin Whinging*

Once again, I finish my self-imposed benchmark of certain scenes, and then I write nothing for two days. We're moving in on three days with nothing written for Expendables. Erk. 

Okay, that wasn't really true, I wrote some of my Oh-Let's-Mess-With-Continuity SuperFreak story, hereafter referred to as Liars and Freaks, but that's still fun, so it doesn't count. 

Anyways, this post is to wring my hands and lament my lack of "proper" writing. Because I still want/intend to hit my Sunday Goal, of 10k, but now I have two days and an evening  to write it in, instead of seven days. Good Job, me.... 

*End Whinging*

Okay, I was foolish, now to fix that. The good news is that I am now so close to (one of) the main plot point(s) that I can reach out and touch it. Come on, the attack! Let's blow this popsicle stand! 

Ten Thou or ready for the attack, by Sunday night. I've done more....

“Silence does not necessarily mean a secret.”

"Yeah, with some people. Who you aren't."

Sarti and Kael, you are so much fun to write. *happy* I'm never sure what you're going to say. Not the most PC pair, those two. And soon you talk to Tenish! And Jaslyn! And Jole! Fun times on the horizon! 

And it's not really getting easier to write, no. I still look at my novel and go "mehhhhh...." But my oh my I love it so much. *grins madly* If I can just ignore the burning hatred of the quality of what I just wrote, and revel in my characters, it's SO MUCH FUN. So I'm basically in a passionately love-hate relationship with writing.  *ponders* That does seem to be pretty representative of me. And my relationships. And my sanity. *coughs*

But hurrah for writing Kael again! My crazy messed up girl. :D Tonight, we plan. *heroic music swells as I stare hungrily at my keyboard*

Oh wait, my parents have people downstairs. Which means that I have a nervous stomach ache. Which means that I either go down there in pain, or curl up on my bed and wait for them to go away. Decisions, decisions...

Lost, a mind. Seems to have gone missing about two months ago, along with a plot, characters and continuity.

I have NO IDEA WHAT I"M DOING.

NO SWEET CLUE.

I don't even know what my characters are like anymore, or what they're doing... 

*weeps*

Scenes just die to an end, they don't close in any reasonable fashion, people say totally incomprehensible things, and no one tells me that they're thinking any more?!? Even Kael, who is usually very vocal, is blanking at me! And Appel is drugged out! And well, Jennet I know, but she's straight forward and I'm not having to DEAL with her. Everyone else... *pokes* Talk to me.... please....  I promise I'll give you clean deaths, at least? Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top and whipped cream? No, not for YOU, boyo.

Oh dear. 

MY CHARACTERS HAVE GONE ON STRIKE FOR THEIR SURVIVAL. IT ALL MAKES SENSE TO ME NOW. 

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? 

I HATE MY STORY. AND IT HATES ME BACK. 

This might have something to do with the fact that I've been torturing, threatening and kidnapping everyone. But it was necessary!

Why am I so crazy? *cries* Do I need medication? I'm not really sure. Also, I have a killer headache and I'm tired despite having slept 12 hours last night. 

Chocolate. Chocolate is the answer. *goes to find chocolate*

This also made me laugh. At myself.

Nightmares

This made me laugh.

Do you pass the test?

Let the voices in your head lead you astray...

130,930

(One hundred thirty thousand, nine hundred and thirty.) 

That is my current word count on Expendables. Also, it is now March. I'd say this is a classic example of a nano-novel that got out of control. The mind boggles. 

And speaking of mind-boggling, the characters have been hanging around my head so long waiting to be written that they've started getting ideas of their own. Seriously, that is the only LOGICAL explanation for what Bensch and Brand just did. *pokes them* 

Yeah. Oh, and I have a headache, but can't sleep. I think this next scene might be bad. *lurches off, singing unintelligibly*