Thylacon fan Fic competition

[marianne]

Hi Guys,

finally here it is. I'm hoping you'll all have a go.

MDP

FLASH PARRISH!

A Parrish Plessis fan fiction competition will be held to celebrate the
release of Crash Deluxe, the final chapter of Parrish's exploits, and
in honour of Thylacon 2005.

The competition is open to both Con members and non-members and will be
judged by Marianne de Pierres and her editor at Orbit, Darren Nash.

Your task is to write a fiction of no more than 600 words, taking
Parrish out of her world, and placing her in a contemporary setting
where conflict arises - e.g. the hairdresser turns her hair the wrong
colour, she gets short-changed at the supermarket, working as a
secretary she gets harassed by her boss, etc. It may be as humorous or
serious as you like.

Winners of the Con-members section will be published on Marianne's
website and in the Thylacon Souvenir Book and will receive autographed
copies of Nylon Angel, Code Noir and Crash Deluxe.

Winners of the open section (non-members) will also be published on
Marianne's website and in the Orbit e-zine and receive autographed
copies of Nylon Angel.

All entries should be submitted to [e-mail] by 1 May
2005. The winners will be announced during Marianne’s Guest of Honour
speech at Thylacon 2005.

THYLACON 2005
National SF & Fantasy Convention: Hobart, Tasmania. 10-13 June 2005
Guests of Honour: Anne Bishop, Marianne de Pierres & Merv Binns.
Wrest Point Convention Centre.
write to: Thylacon PO Box 345, Kingston, TAS, 7051
email: [e-mail]
website: www.thylacon.com

[Chirugal]

Woo hoo! ;D

*mind goes completely blank* I'm so glad I have two months for this...

Good luck, everyone!

I think other Parrish characters will be making cameos as well - just checking this is okay?

[Mouse]

Fanfic Status: Draft done while brain was still mush from a medical calculations tutorial, weighing in at 568 words.

It's really quite a ridiculous scenario, but you said it didn't have to be serious, and it has some sort of story-like form in there. I tell you what though, that 600 word limit is tough... short stuff really isn't my playground. Neither is fanfic, for that matter, but I think it'll scrub up okay... *conspires to unfairly swipe fanfic queen crown from Chir* ;D

[Chirugal]

WHAT?! Draft done?! Okay, I'm screwed! ;D

Mouse said:

*conspires to unfairly swipe fanfic queen crown from Chir* ;D

*superglues crown to head, sits in ring of barbed wire with attack-kittens circling viciously, and glances nervously around*

[marianne]

hah! Amy's got a good hold on that crown Mouse!

hope CJ, and Max and Kayne will have a go as well. All of you in fact. And hi to Lauren our newest member.

Despite the fun of the fan fic, it's good to have your writing looked at by a brilliant editor like Darren Nash. Go for it guys!

How are the Envision plans coming along Mouse? Are you coming?

MDP

[Mouse]

My rabid attack-mongeese will annihilate your pathetic kittens any day! Mwahaha!

It's a crazy draft with a fluffy poodle in it. I don't think you're screwed just yet. ;D

As much as I would really really like to go to Envision, the fact I've just been effectively bullied into quitting by my boss because I can't work fifteen hours during the week due to 22 contact hours of university pretty much guarantees it's a physical impossibility. New management sucks muchly. Maybe next year when I've got another job... hopefully. One day, I swear!

[Chirugal]

Mongeese?! Argh! *moves location to an island in a man-made pool with frickin' sharks with frickin' laser-beams strapped to their heads (spot the pop-culture reference!) and plonks self down in deckchair with a copy of Evil Today*

[Mouse]

Austin Powers rocks. ;D

[marianne]

Hi all,

hows your fan fic coming along. Only a month to go until deadline. I can't wait to see what situation you put poor Parrish in. Will she be able to cope?


best
MDP

[Chirugal]

I'm trying not to think about it! I have a kinda-situation but it just doesn't resolve well. Working on it though.

*quietly leaves fanfic crown on table and wanders off* >_<

I'll get something in, though. Promise.

[marianne]

Amy,
how good to have you back. We missed you!
MDP

ps make sure you do enter now.

[Chirugal]

Missed you guys too! ^_^

*cracks up at an advertisement currently at the top of the board that says "Marianne Sale - new and used Marianne. Check out the deals here!" with a link to eBay.com* ;D

[marianne]

Hi guys,

well here I am ensconced at Thylacon, day three. Had some good panels: one on Cyber punk and the other on the future of sport. I've imbibed fine Tassie wine and scoffed magnificent scallops.

I've also met one of our member swhose board name is Heart of Glitter. She's been too shy to post but not now

Just thought I'd let you all know how lovely Anne Bishop is. A centred, friendly lady. I've got you an autographed copy of DOB, Mouse.

Take care now all of you. Ii'll be back home in a few days and will talk to you all then.

MDP

[marianne]

Winner of the Flash Parrish competition is Nicole Murphy, and here it is....


Torture.
By Nicole R Murphy

It was awkward, trying to rub an arm stinging after numerous needles and trying to hold closed the gaping back of my medical gown.
How I, Parrish Plessis, warlord of Torleys and self-confessed girl to be with in the Tert, ended up in this predicament is a story I don’t want to get into. Suffice me to say the angel, the Cabal Coomera, Loyl me Daac and one of Anna’s mad inventions. I’m sure you get the picture.
I was led into yet another totally white, hygenically boring room and so at first, missed that this one was a little different. Rather than hold a bed to lie on, or a desk topped with piles of papers and two chairs with ripped seats, it held a machine.
The machine was white, hence the reason I first missed it. It was bolted onto the floor and rose to a point about equal with my head, before turning on itself and finishing around my chest. It narrowed as it turned and finished with a pair of clear plates, each around half an inch thick. On the bottom plate was drawn three semi-circular symbols, each growing from the edge facing me.
The technician who had led me here turned and smiled. “Now, Miss Plessis, I need you to take your left arm out of your gown and come and stand by the mammogram.”
I didn’t really like the idea of exposing my breast to a stranger, but I hated the idea of having Loyl come in to do it more and I had no doubt he would. Frowning, I pulled the gown down so it hung at my waist. Clutching it to my right breast, I stepped up to the machine.
The technician took hold of my breast and I barely refrained from jumping out of her reach. Then she pressed a button on the machine and the plates began to move forward. As they neared me, she started to press my breast flat against the bottom plate, which soon pressed against my chest. Then she pressed another button and the top plate began to lower.
Ah, I thought, clever idea. Ensure the breast is completely still by holding it, then scan. But the top plate kept getting lower, and lower, and lower, until my breast had been flattened until it was only an inch thick, standing a good three inches from my chest.
I grit my teeth. No one was going to hear how uncomfortable this was. No one. Then the machine released me, and I breathed a sigh of relief, until I saw the plates tilt until they were vertical.
“Now, Miss Plessis, just hold still…” The technician grabbed my breast and began to pull on it. “Just a little more.”
“There isn’t any more,” I gasped. “You’ll be scanning my ribcage soon.”
Then a murmur, and the machine released me. I rubbed my aching breast, wondering at a world that could do this to their women. “We’re done, right?”
Wrong. Two more scans on that side, then the whole process repeated with the other breast, during which I grit my teeth, looked to the heavens and swore I’d find a way to pay him back for this.
Finally, I was allowed to dress. I pulled on my vinyl and mesh, ensuring my breasts were comfortable. Then I stormed through the waiting room. I went down the street, around the back of the building and without checking, stepping into the small box standing there and back to Torleys.

[Mouse]

Great to hear you're having a good time Marianne! That panel on the future of sport sounds interesting, what sort of things did you talk about?

Woo, a newbie to harrass play with talk to! XD We'll be nice.

Yay, thank you sosososo much!

I'm abit late replying so you might be home already now... but safe trip anyway.