Title: The Marissa Games
Author: Marissa the Writer
Media: Books/Movies/Video Games
Topic: The Hunger Games / Portal / MIB II / Team Fortress / Thomas the Trai- [Fuck it, I’m not adding any more to this list! – Lyle] The Kitchen Sink
Genre: Not Listed
URL: Chapter Eight
Critiqued by agigabyte and Ghostcat
Not a Verb Counter: 625
Cain: I’d been hoping not to ever have to do one of these again–both because I hate this fic and because Syl is aboard one of my ships–but the Library did make us sign a contract.
Syl: :blows kisses: Bite me, kitten.
Agent [GREY]: Here you go, Ghostie. *Hands Ghostie a spray bottle*
Ghostie: Don’t worry, I came prepared today. :holds up Super Soaker 9000: Top me up?
Agent [GREY]: Of course. *Conjures Cardamom tea into the Super Soaker*
Cain: Glynda was going to join, but I vetoed that. I’m pretty sure the fic would’ve given her an aneurism.
Ghostie: Or someone :glares at Syl: would try to get her into trouble.
Cain: Well, that too. I was trying to be polite. It’s probably a waste of effort with Syl, though.
Syl: I’ll have you know those were nothing but baseless rumors and accusations.
*An end-table appears, followed by a datapad appearing on top of it, sitting perfectly upright in a blatant defiance of the laws of physics*
Goddess: And we all know that “baseless” can never be used to accurately describe you. *Waves to Cain* Hello, lovely!
Syl: Hey-ya, dimples!
Ghostie: Although “topless” can be used far too often to describe Syl.
Syl: Hey, if I’m doing my laundry I might as well do all of it.
Cain: Goddess. You do know we’re fighting a shadow war against each other, right?
Agent [GREY]: Well, that’s no reason to be impolite, is it?
Cain: Yes, it is.
Goddess: No, it isn’t. Besides, wars are boring.
Syl: He’s so rude. Do you know he sealed me in a force-field once? And then shot me at the event horizon of a black hole. I got a bruise on my bum. Anyone want to see?
Cain: And I’ll happily replicate that feat if you take your clothes off.
Ghostie: :hoses Syl down with tea: We’re starting the chapter soon, right? If you two start sniping at each other, we’ll be here all day.
Cain: Right now, in fact. Agent [GREY], normally I wouldn’t send you away in the middle of the riff, but I need you to work on tracking Goddess. It probably won’t matter, but I’d like to at least pretend we’re taking this conflict seriously.
*Agent [GREY] nods and turns into tea, disappearing. Most of the tea ends up splashing Syl upon falling to the ground, the rest disappearing*
Syl: :wrings out hat: For future reference, it is polite to at least buy a girl dinner before splashing her with your fluids.
Goddess: I can’t really give you a proper high-five from here in my secret base all the way in no-way-I’m-telling-you-land, so just pretend I’m giving you one.
Cain: We’re starting, now.
Ghostie: Please, for the love of all that is holy.