YES!

[seventhe]

My office has heat again! HALLELUIAH! PRAISE PIMP JESUS.

Which means that this is your official reminder that THE FF IN SPACE MEME IS STILL GOING ON~!

You have about a week and a half to complete your AWESOME work. So to motivate yourself, comment here with either (a) a snippet of your work or (b) the idea you plan to write September 29th at 10:00pm right before the meme ends!

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[aesriella.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid this is probably the most you're gonna get of Corona before the meme ends. Regrettably, leaving home for the first time trumps fandom crack on this occasion! However, this has morphed itself into crack of epic proportions, so be prepared to see more of this in the future ;) Sentences are long because hey! typing at speed means I throw punctuation to the wind, and besides Xu thinks widescreen in my head anyway.
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I – The Coriolis Effect

Xu smashed her fist against the console and decided that she really needed to kill something, preferably with the assistance of a conspicuously large bottle of gin.

Beneath her fingertips thousands of tiny red lights flickered on and off across the screen, generously informing her that no, the computer was not going to be telling her anything even vaguely useful about their Hyne-forsaken location any time soon, thumping be damned, although it was quite happy to compensate by vomiting the entire contents of Selphie’s music collection into the bridge at full pelt until the gayla came home. She resisted the urge to ram the heel of her hand into her skull. Anything but the Moomba Girls.

“It’s like being trapped inside the mind of a bag of candy floss,” she informed the display off-handedly, watching as the error message winked back at her with a kind of guileless, well-meaning cheer that reminded her a little too much of saucer-eyed cadets in their first tactical class.

Deciding that the broken console was no where nearly appreciative enough of her scintillating wit and judging that – as tempting as the figurative self-destruct button was looking – blowing up The Seraph was probably not the most practical solution to the incessant whine of the top-hundred worst girl bands in the history of humanity (primarily because a) Xu would be dead; b) Quistis, if not dead, would almost certainly be cranky and c) knowing Xu’s luck the song would probably keep playing even if she reduced the ship to a smoking wreck), Xu wheeled herself across the floor and lifted the lid on the comm. panel. Wondering just how much of the computer’s memory was dedicated to ensuring that the petite pilot was continually supplied with all the sparkles and rainbow-striped kittens a chewing-gum addicted borderline sociopath could ever want, she tapped her access code into the lurid green keypad. The intercom – never her favourite piece of equipment – responded with a loud and undignified screech that sounded something like snow lions mating, leaving Xu faintly disturbed by her ability to draw the analogy.

Note to self #463: Do not go drinking in Trabia ever again.

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

LOLOL I WANT MORE OF THIS