Tripathy: That was getting long.
Liz: Yes. So we started another one.
Tripathy: Cause we're CRAZY!!
Liz: Crazy, but considerate. Wouldn't want to overload anyone's connection downloading all this nonsense fun.
Tripathy: So instead we're overloading MG's board with multiple posts!
Liz: Oo, yeah--we gotta make this one ReBoot-related in some vague way, too. Er...
Tripathy: Sure, leave it up to me...duh...whuddabudda?
Liz: That's a quote! Good enough. Now--where were we? Were we anyplace in particular?
Tripathy: Um...Ohio?
Liz: Yeah--somewhere in that solar system, anyway. (Y'know, Earth, Ohio--close enough for government work.)
Dot: You're not the government.
Liz: So?
Tripathy: Sure we are. The author and beta-reader. The pres and vice-pres of your lives.
Liz: BWA HA HA HA! We need evil costumes and such--and some little verminous familiars. Um, where's the dog?
Tripathy: Break out the leather corsets! Wait...mine's at home. Doh. No Hex outfit for me.
Liz: Lessee--we could do the AndrAIa look and wear our bathing suits. (Glances down at herself.) On second thought--no. Where's my face paint?
Tripathy: ...um...(giggles for no reason)
Liz: What, you don't like face paint? How about fake tattoos? And really bad eighties hair?
Tripathy: (checks her own crazy hair and eye shadow) ..um...no...
Liz: (Rooting around) Hey, Mouse, can I borrow your hair gel?
Tripathy: The glue I use isn't enough?
Liz: Three feet of hair--I'll probably need number 7 wire at least.
Matrix: Was that another reference?
Liz: Not an intentional one--but it'll work.
Tripathy: We seem to be reaching. Like really.
Liz: You mean we weren't before?
Tripathy: Hm...you're right. Um...Bob rules!!
Liz: Actually, Turbo does--which reminds me--we haven't had a Prime Pile in a while...(grinning evilly). We can use the face paint and hair gel on him! EEEE!
Tripathy: I'll...just watch, kay?
Liz: Has anyone seen Turbo in the last hour or so?
Tripathy: He knows we're in the same place here. He's not stupid.
Liz: Oo, a scavenger hunt! Let's see--Frisket!
Tripathy: Isn't it a bit late to be starting all that? Turbo's old, you know...he needs his rest.
Liz: (Happily fastening a clothesline to Frisket's collar.) That's OK, by the time we find him, it'll be at least 4 PM tomorrow. He's good at hiding.
Tripathy: Okay, so we'll pack some smushed PBJ's, juice boxes and crushed brownies for--oh wait, that's my bus menu. (ick)
Liz: Tell you what, we'll talk Prime into running over our food a few times just so it's properly demolished.
Tripathy: Um, Liz?
Liz: Wrong fandom again, I know. Things have gotten a wee bit confused on the lot over the winter. With everyone bundled up to the eyebrows, sometimes it can get hard to tell the difference between Matrix in a bad mood and Rhinox having a bad hair day.
Tripathy: Luckily, I have not seen these things live. I don't know about everyone else, but I think that sounds scary. And you know what else is scary?
Liz: That we'll get blackmailed with this when we're fifty?
Tripathy: I was gonna say how long this message is getting, but...um. Yeah. Y'all erase this when you're done readin' it, y'hear?
Liz: WHAT? I'm gonna keep a copy of this historic collaboration for posterity! But for now, I got a Turbo to find. The pool was just opened today, you know--it's just begging to have someone thrown in it...