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Part of the PPC Board's Ten Years Hence series. Warning: completely plotless and fluffy.

'We are getting old...and we're not as young as we used to be, either,' Agent Paddlebrains said, relighting her dogend and coughing horribly as she strode along the corridors of the PPC.

'Which is why we spend some of our time now helping out in the Nursery, rather than on missions,' said Trojie, likewise striding along the corridors. Ten years since the events of the legendary sporking of Littlefoot x Cera, and both Agents, now in their thirties, refused to show any signs of slowing down in their work. But Trojie's adoption of Marsha, now twenty-three years old and a newbie Assassin, meant that they could spend more time visiting their daughter and slightly less disentangling inappropriate lovers.

The fact that their daughter was a twelve ton Triceratops horridus raised precious few eyebrows, although getting her through the corridors got interesting.

'Look, we're not getting anywhere this way,' said Trojie after ten minutes or so of wandering. 'Can you just go to dog and get us there, please?'

Pads dropped the dogend and stamped on it, giving Trojie a longsuffering look, and transformed. Her dog shape allowed her to trace the scents of people who had walked the corridors, and by picking a scent likely to have gone to the Nursery, Pads could navigate HQ a mite more efficiently than someone without her nose.

'Mum! Pads!' A rippling of whatever passed for floorboards in the PPC preceded Marsha's arrival. Pads hurriedly regained her human form.

'Over here!' called Trojie rather unnecessarily, and waved.

Marsha had her two closest friends, ferret Molly Rath and otter Moses Taggson, on her back.

'Are you three ready to go?' asked Trojie in a motherly voice, as Pads surreptitiously checked on her tobacco supply.

'Where are we going?' the redheaded Bad Slasher asked. 'Not Jurassic Park again, please.'

'To be fair,' said Marsha, 'we didn't know you had JP trauma.'

'No, but why do you want to visit continuua like that, anyway? I thought you'd inherited your mother's rabid dislike of the Crichtonverse.'

'Oh, it was just a bit of research,' Marsha said airily.

Intervening before her partner and her daughter could butt heads (again), because butting heads is never good when one antagonist is a Triceratops, Trojie said, 'We're going to Mossflower, to have a picnic. Nowhere near the abbey, before you two ask,' she added, with a look at Molly and Moses.

'No fair,' said Moses. 'It's kind of like my ancestral home!'

'Not exactly,' Trojie said. 'And we're s'posed to keep from notice in continuua.'


'We're supposed to keep from being noticed, you said,' said Pads, some hours later. It had rained.

'Look, it's just possible that the Canon will cloak them,' said Trojie dully, trudging through the mud.

'We lost three minors, newbie Agents-in-training, in fact, in Mossflower. What in Glod's name possessed you to give any of them sugar?!'

'I forgot about the sugar and Suvian thing, all right?'

'Did you also forget that the Canon won't cloak Sues?'

'Look, they're all either ex-Suvians or only of Suvian descent.'

'You know as well as I that Suvian genetics means that Suvian traits are dominant!'

'Could you be useful and do some tracking, rather than bitching?'

'You think I can smell anything over this mud?'


'Anyway, even a cloudburst couldn't possibly wipe these footprints. They're the size of buckets.'

'I think we need to add 'I will not let children from the Nursery play Tag in Mossflower in a thunderstorm' to the TIANATDATPPC.'

'Yes, you can do that, when we've found them, washed them, taken them home and lied to the Nursery about what happened. Okay?'


A few minutes of silence passed, and then - 'Oh, thank Glod!'

Around the corner lay Marsha, Moses and Molly, giggling, but clearly exhausted, lying by the side of the road.

'Did anyone see you?' asked Pads.

'Don't think so,' said Moses. 'Anyway, it's okay. Me and Molly come from this universe.'

'Yes, and how were you planning on explaining your large friend here?'



'I never want to undergo that kind of interrogation again.' Pads produced a cigarette from somewhere and lit it with shaking hands.

'I think we got away with it, though,'

'Maybe. But let's go back to the RC and do something relaxing now. Like that Elven pornfic that Upstairs sent through yesterday.'

'How is that relaxing?'

'Because it involves NO CHILDREN.'



Date: 2008-03-30 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Aww, sweet. Lots of fun, too. My congratulations - *I* would not be able to handle a child dinosaur. Not in a million years.

We need more PPC fluffiness, I think. Wouldn't scare the newbies so badly.

Anyway, cheers. Thank you!

Date: 2008-03-30 11:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sedri.livejournal.com
Damned login. That was me.

Date: 2008-03-31 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] agenttrojie.livejournal.com
I have always wanted a dinosaur in my family :)

Date: 2008-03-30 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anjilly.livejournal.com
Aww, that was adorable. ^_^

Loved how something with no children equals a relaxing pastime, no matter what it is. Reminds me of my parents, back when my sisters and I were younger... XD

Anyways, adorable, sweet, and marshmallowy fluffy! Loved it!

Date: 2008-03-31 11:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chelonianmobile.livejournal.com
Aww, yay! Molly and Moses showed up! *luvs that you like 'em* I should probably draw the three M-kids at some point.

Date: 2008-03-31 08:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] agenttrojie.livejournal.com
that picture would be adorable :)


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