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Apr. 26th, 2008 01:23 pmI wrote
The Last Seduction (the multiplicity remix), a remix of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
married_n_mich's "The Last Seduction."
You guys will also remember that I screwed up and wrote a fic that could not be submitted to the ficathon because it is coauthored. Here's that remix.
Title: The Buffybot and Mr. Gordo Save the World (Ozymandias Remix)
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG-13
Original story: The Buffybot and Mr. Gordo Save the World bymarried_n_mich and shinodabear
( When the store has closed for the day, when the lip of The Crater is frosted over with starlight, when Sunnydale sleeps, Buffybot wanders the aisles. She runs her fingers over rows of Mr. Gordos and Puppet Angels, plastic Urns of Osiris, cloth bags of Vamp Dust that she remembers was dull and grey and choking—not this fine iridescence that works its way down into the grout of the tile floor, into the corners of the shelves. Buffybot looks through all the bins of resin stakes, searching for one whose heft feels right, whose surface is not too slick in her palm. She never finds it. )
The Last Seduction (the multiplicity remix), a remix of
married_n_mich's "The Last Seduction."You guys will also remember that I screwed up and wrote a fic that could not be submitted to the ficathon because it is coauthored. Here's that remix.
Title: The Buffybot and Mr. Gordo Save the World (Ozymandias Remix)
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG-13
Original story: The Buffybot and Mr. Gordo Save the World by
married_n_mich and shinodabear( When the store has closed for the day, when the lip of The Crater is frosted over with starlight, when Sunnydale sleeps, Buffybot wanders the aisles. She runs her fingers over rows of Mr. Gordos and Puppet Angels, plastic Urns of Osiris, cloth bags of Vamp Dust that she remembers was dull and grey and choking—not this fine iridescence that works its way down into the grout of the tile floor, into the corners of the shelves. Buffybot looks through all the bins of resin stakes, searching for one whose heft feels right, whose surface is not too slick in her palm. She never finds it. )
