Question meme, for I am a lemming.

[notarrowette]

Snagged from ihavettk:

1. Tell me something obvious about you.
2. Tell me something about you that many don't know.
3. What is your biggest fear?
4. Do you normally go the safe route or take the short cut?
5. Name one thing you want that you can't buy with money.
6. What is your most treasured possession?
7. What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do often?
8. Tell me something sexually about you that I don't know.
9. Tell me something sexually about you that everyone knows.
10. What is your favorite lie to tell?
11. Name something you've done once that you can't wait to do again.
12. Are you the jealous type?
13. What is the one person, place or thing you can't say no to?
14. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?
15. If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?
16. When was the last time you cried?
17. When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?
18. Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?
19. Name something embarrassing you did while being drunk.
20. If you post this in your journal would you like me to answer it?

Come play! You know you want to.

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[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

When Traya went cryptic, Cissie flopped back to lie across her bed with a sigh. When she spoke again, Cissie propped herself up and her eyes widened. "What did you do? What is that?" She frowned and lowered her voice. "Protect me from what?"

[oracle-knows.livejournal.com]

Traya didn't look up from the keyboard, and her fingers didn't slow down. "Not protect you. Protect Interface." Traya spat the name. "And this is the internet. Normal links are pale grey, with us being blue and them being red." The map suddenly flickers and about half of it turns yellow, leaving a third of it red and a sixth blue. "That's better. Yellows are opportunists. And phone Tim. We need him in this."

Suddenly Traya smiled thinly. "Attack the hardware. Her fingers flew scarily fast." She punched the air in triumph as the red area was shredded by a black nest of cracks.

In a room somewhere, Ashley Mavis Powell screamed, the lobe in her brain she used to connect to computers burnt out (possibly permanently), and Dr. Psycho turned to her. "Can't touch the internet any more? I guess that means you're mine." Interface started screaming before Dr. Psycho had done anything.

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

Cissie's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she watched Traya. She had no idea what was going on, but she grabbed her cell phone to call Tim.