Who Needs To Party? (01/01)
Place: The Loft library
Date/Time: Sunday night during the UF party
By Knightie Tracey

One floor down from the Loft, in Nick's library, two dedicated
Knighties were studiously examining various, old texts; various,
old, and *boring* texts.

"Remind me why we're not at the UF party again," asked Tracey.

"We're sacrificing our social lives for the greater good," said
Katrinka. "Someone needs to make sure the Loft is secure.  The Caddy
has already been trashed twice, we don't want the same thing to
happen here do we?  Imagine what the Loft would look like if one of
the factions got a chance to redecorate."  She shuddered at the
thought of the Loft painted an evil dark pink or festooned with lots
of shiny pretties.

"Besides with a bit of peace and quiet around here we can do a bit of
research, and perhaps get closer to a solution for this switching
problem.  I would prefer to have Nick's body acting like Nick.  Not
that seeing Vachon dress Nick in his "Dying For Fame" leathers wasn't
a treat," drooled the Knightie leader.

"I guess that's a pretty good reason, besides I don't want to run
into the Natpack at the moment.  I know that this is a war, but I
still feel kinda guilty about those spicy chocolate biscuits," Tracey
angsted.

"I see you aren't feeling so guilty that you can't eat the non-spicy
chocolate cookies that we made," grinned Katrinka.

"Angst should never get between a woman and chocolate," the newbie
Knightie grinned back.

Looking at the big stack of books that Katrinka had plopped in front
of her, Tracey groaned.  "How are we supposed to get through this
lot?  It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Sooner we start, the sooner we find a solution," Katrinka said in
her best teacher's voice.

Giving the computer an innocent glance Tracey had an evil
thought.  "You know, there might be some klews in fanfic," Tracey
said as casually as possible.

"Oh, no!" Katrinka said, "I'm not so gullible as to let you get away
with reading fanfic while I'm stuck with the ancient Arabic texts."

"No, I'm serious."  Tracey said in her best wounded innocent voice.
"You said it before, it's Nick body, but he isn't acting like Nick.
How many times have you read fanfic and thought; hmm, good story,
but Nick, LaCroix, Schanke or whomever, would never do that. Also
remember what Roz said about Mary Sue?"

"You may have a point," Katrinka said thoughtfully.  "I call dibs on
reading the fanfic," she yelled.

"No fair," pouted Tracey, "It was my idea."

"Ah, but I have seniority," said Katrinka.

And in the time honored, Kiwi fashion, Tracey conceded defeat with a
resounding "BUGGER!!!"

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